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

"what!"

The devil's signal soldier and the devil's guard with guns were knocked down by bullets one after another.

Two Chinese officers and soldiers came out from behind the bushes with their guns in hand, kicked the fallen corpse a few times, then pulled out their bayonets and each stabbed them, then whispered into the darkness: "Safe!"

Soon two more brothers walked over with a Czech-style light machine gun.

"Hey, squad leader, our method really works." A brother with a machine gun complimented in a low voice.

A squad leader who was squatting down on the devil's corpse to grope for the loot said with a smile: "This is what the Tuan Zuo said about waiting for a rabbit, learn more."

Yang Ling and the others sent countless sniper shooting teams, and this was just one of them. They liked to cut the devil's phone line, wait for the rabbit, and shoot the devil's communication soldiers who checked the phone line.

When the leader of the Devil Squadron heard the gunshots coming from outside the position, he immediately felt bad. Knowing that the communication soldier had encountered an accident, he hurriedly sent a small team to rescue them.

But the speed of the devil team was still half a beat slower. When they arrived, there were only five stripped corpses lying there.

"Baga, Lu!" The devil squad leader roared angrily, about to go mad.

"Boom! Boom!"

Just as the leader of the devil squad was furious, suddenly large groups of explosive flames rose from the direction of the position.

"Brothers! Kill!"

Countless Chinese officers and soldiers suddenly sprang out from the darkness and launched a fierce attack on their positions. This attack was so sudden and without warning.

"Go back! Go back!" Captain Guizi hurriedly led people back for help.

Little did they know that in the darkness not far behind them, a machine gun had already been aimed at them, and they were within range after walking a few tens of meters. They narrowly escaped unharmed.

Seeing someone suddenly attacking the devil's position, the sniper team hidden in the darkness did not move.

"Squad leader, seems to be our brother, do you want to go over and help?" A brother asked in a low voice.

The squad leader looked at the rumbling and exploding devil camp, and fell silent for a few seconds thoughtfully.

"It seems that there are quite a few of them, and they should be able to attack. Go, go, let's copy the devil's retreat."

The squad leader of the sniper team said with a gun in his hand, and groped towards the rear of the devil's position.

The other brothers also looked at each other, and quickly stood up, followed by their squad leader and disappeared into the darkness.

Body 6 Chapter Thirty Bloody Battle ([-])

All the troops attacking the Devil's 106th Division fought all night. At dawn, the Devil's defense troops on the outer front line were basically wiped out.

It was so dark at night that I couldn't see clearly, and they rushed wherever there was gunshots. The brothers kept fighting desperately, and they didn't know where they hit in the end.

After daybreak, the brothers who had been fighting all night were already showing signs of fatigue, unable to attack, and ran out of ammunition, so they had to stop attacking.

In the gully with complex terrain, the corpses of shirtless Chinese officers and soldiers and devil soldiers in yellow dog skins were lying on the ground.

In order to be able to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves at night, many Chinese officers and soldiers who attacked forward took off their clothes and shirtless, and stabbed to death when they encountered clothes in hand-to-hand combat at night.

Although the Chinese officers and soldiers inflicted great damage on the devils, their own losses were also heavy. The corpses of both sides were entangled and piled up, and many people still maintained their dying postures.

The withered grass on the ground has been stained red with blood, broken guns are scattered around the stacked corpses, and the blood-red Rising Sun Banner full of gun holes is lying crookedly on top of the real corpses, swaying with the mountain wind in the morning light , the smell of blood wafted in the air.

On a gentle slope 200 meters away from this ravine full of corpses, four brothers who were alone were lying hidden in a weeds, with the [-] rifle bullets in their hands, and their bloodshot eyes looked around vigilantly. with.

"Company commander, it seems that there are no devils."

A brother looked carefully at the surrounding woods and hills for a long time, then said in a low voice.

The sound of guns and guns in the distance continued to be faintly heard, but the area near them was as quiet as death. They walked all the way, and they didn't see a single living person, and they were all dead bodies from both sides.

Captain Zhang Heizi was covered in gunpowder smoke and looked like a piece of coke. The explosive fragments from the grenade explosion during the battle last night scratched his forehead, and the blood had solidified into dark black at this moment.

"Damn, go over and see if there are any survivors?" Company Commander Zhang Heizi nudged a brother beside him with his elbow.

"Yes!"

Goudan glanced around and made sure that there was no danger. Then he took a deep breath, stood up from the grass with his gun in his hand, and walked cautiously towards the pile of corpses in the ravine.

Zhang Heizi saw Goudanmao stooped out, quickly put the butt of the [-] rifle on his shoulder, and ordered in a low voice: "Cover!"

Goudan carefully touched the fierce battlefield in the ravine with his gun in his hand, and looked around from time to time. Fortunately, there were no devils nearby, and he soon arrived at the place where the battle took place.

He knelt down and carefully searched the corpses all over the place, but in the end he shook his head helplessly. The people here were all dead, and many people's bodies were smashed to pieces, and their intestines flowed out, which was horrible.

He groped for some biscuits on the ghost soldier's body, and then hurried back to the hidden grass. It was too dangerous to be exposed outside.

"How's it going?" Zhang Heizi saw Goudan come back in a hurry, and asked in a low voice to make room for him.

Zhang Heizi panted slightly and replied, "They're all dead. They're not from our regiment. They're brothers from the 305th regiment."

Zhang Heizi frowned when he heard that he was not a brother from the 301st regiment. He beat him up last night and ran away. Where should he find the troops now?

He looked up at the gray sky covered by gunpowder smoke and the mountains that were almost blasted into scorched earth. This area is eerily quiet now, with infinite murderous potential. If they run into a group of devils, their rotten garlic will be reimbursed.

While chewing on a biscuit he found from the devil's corpse, a brother worriedly asked Zhang Heizi: "Company commander, what shall we do next?"

"What else can we do? There are corpses all the way along the way, and none of the ghosts has been seen. I guess our troops have been defeated by the devils. Let's run for our lives."

As soon as Goudan said this, the atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and they all turned their eyes to their company commander Zhang Heizi, everyone felt uneasy.

They are well aware of the strength of the devils. Although they are surrounded, they are still fierce. There are more than 58 people from the 1th Division that drove up before them, and they were wiped out in two days. They felt that their 51st Division was not good enough.

Now they have lost contact with the main force, and they don't know whether they are all dead or defeated. Anyway, they are full of pessimism about the future.

It's not that they don't have confidence in their own troops, but that the Chinese army has hardly gained any advantage from confronting the devils head-on on the frontal battlefield since the Battle of Songhu.

Although they almost wiped out the Doiyuan Division in the Battle of Lanfeng, they were full of confidence at the beginning, but in the end the Doiyuan Division not only turned the crisis into safety, but the devils from the two divisions pressed up, forcing them to flee in embarrassment. It wasn't that the mouth of the Yellow River was blown up to stop the pursuers, and all the more than [-] troops had to be thrown in Lanfeng.

It is precisely because of the repeated defeats that not only the people are shrouded in pessimism and disappointment, but also the soldiers of their troops.

Usually when staying with the large army, there is encouragement from the chief from time to time to maintain a high fighting spirit. Now that I am alone, this pessimistic and disappointed mood can't help but come to my heart.

Did the troops really run out overnight?Company commander Zhang Heizi didn't want to admit it, but the corpses that came all over the place made him find no reason to refute his guess.

Thinking of the disappearance of those brothers who got along day and night, and the loss of the respectable chief, his heart felt as if a stone had been crushed, and he felt uncomfortable for no reason.

"Boom! Boom!" A thunderous explosion sounded from a distance, followed by a burst of gunfire, pulling Zhang Heizi back to reality and rekindling hope in his heart.

Since the fighting was still going on in the distance, it meant that their troops hadn't been exhausted yet. Thinking of this, his confidence strengthened.

"Have you heard gunshots? It must be that our brothers are still attacking! Let's go and help!"