The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

There was the clanging sound of the gunstock and the steel helmet colliding violently, the sound of the bayonet piercing into the flesh, the wailing of pain continued, and the splattered blood flew wantonly, both sides screamed and fell into the pool of blood.

The old smoker didn't care to reload the shell gun, picked up a blood-stained devil soldier, and stabbed a chunky devil soldier who was climbing up the position with a knife.

With a click, blood flew, and the head of the devil soldier wearing a steel helmet was thrown high with the splash of blood, and the headless head was also kicked down the hillside by the old smoker.

"Bang! Bang!"

The bullets flying down the mountain landed at Old Smoker's feet. The bullets jumped and raised a column of smoke, and Old Smoker hurriedly lay down.

He unscrewed two grenades from a brother covered in blood, quickly unscrewed the bottom cover, pulled the fuse and threw them out.

The three devil soldiers who rushed to the edge of the position with their buttocks pouting rolled down the hillside amidst the rumbling and trembling sound, and the devil soldiers who rushed to the position at this moment were also picked up one by one by the brothers, and they stabilized the position of the company.

Under the cover of grenadiers and machine guns, nearly two hundred devils started a full-line attack on the hill, and there were leaping and assault devils everywhere.

Although there were two brothers from infantry companies guarding the hill, under the fierce attack of the devils, it was like a boat in the sea that was crumbling.

"Let the blacksmith send out a platoon!" Yang Ling watched the brothers fight hard, so he had to use the reserve team in advance.

Bullets scattered and wreaked havoc everywhere on the top of the mountain, and the devil's grenade launchers and mortars also bombarded the top of the mountain indiscriminately, leaving many places bare.

But Yang Ling and the others were guarding the ridge line. Whether it was the devil's bullets or artillery shells, they would fly over the head and hit the air if they didn't pay attention, which made the devil very mad.

Captain Xiaojing, who was in charge of leading the attack, had a blood groove cut on his face by shrapnel, and blood was all over his face.

Looking at the precarious and invincible mountain, his face became more and more gloomy.

In fact, Yang Ling also wanted to make the position more stable, but the top of the mountain could only deploy two companies of troops. If there were more troops, the troops would be too dense and would become the target of the little devils.

So he used refueling tactics, constantly replacing the wounded with brothers from the reserve team, so the defense line seemed to be crumbling, giving the little devils an illusion that they would attack once more, but they repeatedly attacked more than ten times, But they couldn't take it off.

And because of the angle, the little devil looked up at the top of the mountain, and couldn't see the situation behind the mountain at all, which made the attacking Captain Xiaojing even more misjudged.

The battle has become fierce, the little devils' corpses are scattered all over the hillside, the grass and shrubs are also burned to ashes in the flames of war, and the scorched earth and black blood are everywhere.

The air was filled with suffocating heat waves of explosions, as if the air was burning, but the little devil's offensive continued unabated, and he repeatedly struck upwards in waves.The casualties of the brethren are also gradually rising.

Seeing that Xiaojing Squadron was struggling to survive in the battle for the top of the mountain, but instead suffered heavy casualties, the captain Ichiro Ono, who was watching the battle behind, became more and more impatient.

"Akiyama-kun, you are attacking from the flank, please assist Xiaojing-kun." Seeing the inextricable fight ahead, Ichiro Ono prepared to send someone to attack on the side.

Captain Akiyama, with a full face, glanced at the blood-smeared battlefield in front of him, and bowed his head heavily: "Hi Yi!"

Soon another squadron armed to the teeth quickly rushed towards Yang Ling's solid position.

The Qiushan Squadron did not attack from the front, but followed the ravine in an attempt to outflank Yang Ling's rear.

"Regiment deputy! There is a wave of little devils coming from the ditch!" The observation post quickly reported the situation to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling looked in the direction of the observation post's finger. Sure enough, a large group of devils with bayonets were rushing over from the flanking ravine.

"Let the blacksmith send a platoon to seal the ravine for me, and don't let a devil come over!" Yang Ling ordered quickly.

Text Chapter 452 Landmines

The battle on the front of the mountain had become intense, and the bullets were raging like the wind, puffing up the ground with smoke and dust.

The corpses that were too late to drag were blown to pieces by the falling bombs, bloody pieces of meat and internal organs flew around, and the blood mist filled the air, like a rain of blood.

Those Japanese soldiers with beast-like eyes bursting out screamed and rushed upwards. Many people were torn apart by the running machine guns, but the blood did not intimidate them, but aroused their ferocity.

Facing these ferocious and murderous devils, the brothers naturally knew that there was no need for any mercy at this moment, and they should not be careless in the slightest.

Once they rushed to the top of the mountain, I'm afraid they would have to confess to being here today, so they all mustered their strength and opened fire with all kinds of weapons, trying desperately to stop them.

The bullets scattered in all directions, continuously embedded in the body, and sank into the ground. In the flames of the explosion, many brothers were blown to pieces, but no one retreated.

The brothers in the medical platoon bent over to rescue the wounded on the battlefield where the bullets were flying around, but there were too many wounded, and their bodies soon became bloody.

The devil's fierce attack made the position crumbling, and even Yang Ling, the deputy commander in charge, joined the battle with a gun in his hand.

Watching the people rushing up and rolling down bleeding in the blink of an eye, the leader of the Devil Squadron and Captain Xiaojing were furious. They had never suffered such a big loss.

Originally thought it was just a group of remnants and defeated generals of the Chinese army, who knew that they encountered a hard stubble.

Lieutenant Xiaojing looked at the corpses all over the hillside, his face was ashen, but he refused to admit defeat, and shouted at the collar of the machine gunner who was covering next to him: "Attack! Attack!"

The Devil's machine gunner rested the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and stopped shooting short bursts. He just hugged the trigger and didn't let go.

A series of bullets flew up the hill, and the two brothers who leaned out and threw the grenade were instantly covered in blood holes, and thick blood mist floated in the air.

"boom!"

Yang Ling's shoulder shook, and the howling bullets spewed out. A blood hole appeared in the head of the devil machine gunner who was shooting wildly. His head tilted and the machine gun misfired.

The devil's ammunition hand quickly removed the corpse, taking over from the machine gunner and continuing to shoot towards the hill, but within a few seconds, two bloody holes appeared on his chest.

Yang Ling gave a thumbs up to Wang Zikun who was lying not far away from the sniper platoon, who was reloading and reloading, and praised them for their good fight.

They knocked out a lot of the devil's grenadiers, and now they are hiding behind and dare not show their faces. This invisibly reduces a lot of defensive pressure.

When Yang Ling and the others were pressing the devils on the hillside and couldn't attack them, in the ravine on the flanks, more than 200 devil soldiers were leaping through the rocks and weeds, and quickly rushed over from the flanks.

The devil has undergone systematic training, and his tactics are also very strange and changeable. He is best at blitzkrieg with roundabouts and rapid breakthroughs in the center.

Seeing that the frontal breakthrough was difficult to achieve, the commander of the devils, Lieutenant Zuo Onoichiro, quickly changed his tactics and carried out a roundabout outflank.

Their tactics have been tried and tested against the Chinese army with a backward command system, because once a gap is opened from a weak flank, no matter how strong the position is, it will collapse.

But Ichiro Ono met Yang Ling this time, and Yang Ling knew the devil's tactics well, so he kept his hand.

When the observation post discovered that the devils were trying to turn around, he immediately asked the blacksmith who was serving as the reserve team to send a platoon to stop the devils who were turning around.

The brothers under the blacksmith's hands are all veterans returning from injury, and they all rolled over from the battlefield.

Now they bear the title of honor company, but Yang Ling left them behind as a reserve team. Listening to the excitement of fighting on the top of the mountain, they have long been eager to try.

So when Yang Ling's order came, the blacksmith didn't say anything, and personally brought a platoon of brothers to stop the little devil's detour.

The blacksmith and the others lay down on the hillside covered with bushes, and the machine gunner also put the machine gun on his shoulder, and the black muzzle pointed directly at the bottom of the ditch.

The Qiushan Squadron was passing through the bottom of the ditch quickly. These devils were agile, and the weeds and rocks at the bottom of the ditch hardly hindered them, and most of them entered the ditch in a blink of an eye.

"Follow my order and fire—"

Looking at the little devils crowded at the bottom of the ditch, a sneer appeared on the blacksmith's face. It was a daydream to attack them in a roundabout way!

About a small group of devils was running at the front of the line. When they had just crossed a small tree, there was a sudden bang, and four or five devils were thrown high by the blast.