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

The shelling left the position in a mess, the low wooden stakes and barbed wire were torn, and the criss-cross trenches were all bombed with bomb craters.

The hard ground was blown fluffy, and the scorched earth was bursting with flames. Under the light of the fire, those scattered Chinese officers and soldiers ran stumblingly, with bullets passing by their sides from time to time.

The ghost soldiers chased after the only remaining enemy on the ground with a fierce look on their faces. They were all very excited. They knew that a round of artillery fire could solve the problem, so why did they launch a sneak attack earlier and suffered heavy losses.

"The devil is coming! Prepare to fight!"

Seeing those ghost soldiers coming out of the darkness with bayonets like ghosts, the company platoon leaders hiding in the second defense lightly patted their brothers on the shoulders and lowered their voices to remind them, and trotted in the trench with their waists bent.

This time, Yang Ling did not deploy his troops in the frontline trenches to resist the devil's attack, but instead retreated to the second defense and the bunkers on the side, and the entire defense line was dented.

And the night covered Yang Ling's plan, making the little devil think that Yang Ling and the others were wiped out by artillery fire, but they didn't know that in the dark trench, the brothers were already on the alert.

"It's stabbed!" A brother stumbled into the trench, followed by mud and dust.

The devil's swishing bullets flew over, hitting the ground with mud and fog.

"Damn it, I was almost reimbursed." The brother pushed the crooked helmet, sat up with the help of the brothers around him, cursed softly, and was terrified.

The brothers who lured the devils to chase after them were experienced veterans. They fought back and ran, and the devils who hooked them were angry, but they didn't know that they were stepping into the trap set up one by one.

"Long live!"

The ghost soldiers had captured three condescending hilltops that had been blasted into scorched earth. They raised their rifles and cheered.

Seeing that his troops had captured the commanding heights, the devil officer also heaved a sigh of relief. He thought it would be a bloody battle, but he didn't expect this attack to be so easy.

"Machine gun squadron to the top of the hill!" The devil officer ordered.

"Hi Yi!" A squadron of devils carried a bulky Type [-] heavy machine gun and quickly moved towards the top of the mountain.

Although debris and wooden piles were burning in many places in the position, the ground was full of bomb craters, and the fluffy soil made the road difficult to walk.

"Pfft!" Just as the four devils were about to cross a trench carrying a heavy machine gun, suddenly several Chinese officers and soldiers in the trench stood up holding big knives.

Before the devil could react, the big knife slashed on the body, and the powerful big knife slashed a devil diagonally, causing blood to flow wildly.

The Devil's Machine Gun Squadron was ambushed by the brothers who were in ambush, and screamed again and again under the light of swords.

"China Army! There's China Army over there!" A devil covered in blood stumbled towards the devil officer, pointing at the screaming side and shouting.

"Nani?" The devil officer was furious.

Just as he was about to give an order, the messenger suddenly slipped two smoking grenades from his sleeves and threw them at him ferociously.

The sudden change made the devil officer have no time to react, and with a bang, the devil officer and several devil communication soldiers around were all bloody and bloody.

And this Wang Dongming, who was pretending to be a devil soldier, rolled sideways into the trench when the grenade exploded. Looking at the devil soldier who fell to the ground and moaning, he took out his shell gun and fired a few more shots.

"Bagaya Road!"

The devil soldiers nearby rushed back cursing, while Wang Dongming ran away under the pursuit of a string of bullets.

Seeing the dead devil officer who couldn't die any more, the devil soldiers who rushed over were furious.

"beat!"

The sound of gunfire and explosions on the battlefield suddenly became denser, and the angry devil soldiers were about to chase Wang Dongming, when suddenly there was a loud explosion in the darkness, and dense bullets swept across, more than 20 devils were knocked down in an instant.

"Hey, it's not that easy to chase me." Seeing that this team of devils was killed, Wang Dongming panted heavily, and moved towards another group of devils.

The ghost soldiers who occupied the high ground were not so lucky. They saw the machine gun squadron being attacked from the heights, and were about to divide their troops to support them, but they didn't know that the planks were raised under the floating soil behind them, revealing dark holes.

"Teng Teng Teng..."

The characteristic dull roar of the Min [-] heavy machine gun rang out, scarlet flames spewed from the bunker, and the violent heavy machine gun bullets beat the devils into blood gourds one by one, and they fell to the ground one after another wailing.

Almost the same thing happened on the three hills. The Wushimen position was criss-crossed with trenches, and there were countless dark and dark castles. The devils rushed in at night like this, only to be slaughtered.

"Grenade, blow it up for me!"

The sudden explosion and gunshots in the nearby darkness made a team of devils who were advancing in depth to expand the results of the battle realize that something was wrong, and were about to move closer to the friendly forces, when suddenly countless grenades fell head-on.

Hundreds of cheap grenades smashed into the devil's helmet and clanged loudly. Facing the raindrops of grenades, the arrogant and ferocious devil was about to cry.

"Boom—boom—"

The series of explosions sounded like firecrackers, and the devil in the center of the explosion was knocked to the ground heavily by the blast, and was blown over again before he could stand up.

The mutilated bodies, broken guns and rags sprayed all around in a radial pattern, and the sticky flesh and blood fell on the faces of the brothers hiding in the darkness with a bloody smell.

The devils who broke into Yang Ling's position encountered a full-scale attack. Facing bullets sweeping from all directions and grenades exploding indiscriminately, they were beaten dizzy.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the little devil retreated in embarrassment under the officer's roar, but how could his feet run past the bullets, those bullets flying out of the dark, the bullets bit the flesh, and some devils fell to the ground from time to time.

"Help me... help me..."

Seeing the ghost soldiers running past in a panic, some wounded devils reached out to grab them for help.

But now they were all too busy retreating for their lives, not caring about the wounded, and quickly ran away.

The brothers who had already moved to both sides also opened fire one after another, and the bullets splashed towards the devils, killing and wounding the retreating devils everywhere.

However, there were too many devils, and the brothers did not dare to intercept them forcefully. Yang Ling knew the reason why a cornered beast would fight, so he only let the brothers attack.

Yang Ling seemed to have left a way for the devils to retreat, but facing the artillery shells and dense bullets flying from both sides from time to time, the casualties were heavy, and the newly occupied position was lost again before it was warmed up.

Body 6 Ten Chapters Stalemate

As the night faded and the sky brightened, the sound of gunfire on the battlefield that had been thundering all night became sparse. Although the devils refused to retreat, they were already showing signs of fatigue.

The Chinese defenders who guarded the trenches and bunkers in various places suffered a lot of casualties overnight. Although the little devil was right under his nose, he was unable to launch a counterattack, and the two sides were in a stalemate not far apart.

Pale white mist filled the air, thick and damp mist flowed low along the mountains and trenches, covering a dark red battlefield full of corpses, as if to cover up the tragedy.

The mist blurred the vision, and the undulating mountains were looming in the mist, as if hiding infinite murderous intent.

A brother crawled along the trench that was almost flattened, and soon climbed into a bomb crater with half of the devil's corpse lying on the edge.

In this funnel-like crater, three blood-covered brothers were lying in a comfortable position, with their guns in handy places, gnawing hard dry food in their mouths.

After fighting fiercely all night, hunger and fatigue were devouring the combat effectiveness of the brothers. Although the sky had already dawned, the devils showed no sign of retreating, so they could only endure.

"Platoon leader, why aren't the little devils withdrawing?"

The brother approached the unkempt platoon leader with bloodshot eyes and lowered his voice to ask.