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

But the team he was in was not so lucky. The shells fell straight down, causing a bloody mist to fill the sky. Many devils went to see Lord Hades before they understood what was going on.

"Enemy attack!"

"hidden!"

Amidst the rumbling cannons, the ghost soldiers who reacted were dodging and shouting in a panic, and the ghosts who were sleepy didn't even have time to identify where the shells that attacked them came from.

"what!"

"Boom!"

The shells were still falling one after another, and those devils who stood up in a panic were quickly knocked to the ground, and the raging fragments flew horizontally and screamed in the blood rain.

Devil soldier Suzuki Takeshi coughed from the scorching blast, and the high temperature of the explosion made the grass start to sizzle with white gas.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and every explosion made the devil soldier scream and be thrown into the air lightly, and then rolled down bloody and bloody.

"Suzuki-san, save me!"

Suzuki Takeshi, who was dizzy from the explosion, heard a voice calling him. He looked up and saw that his Sergeant Chief was stretching out a hand from a bomb crater, shouting in pain.

After reacting, Suzuki Takeshi hurriedly crawled out of the shallow pit where he was hiding, grabbed the blood-stained Sergeant Chief's hand, and tried to pull him out.

"what!"

But Suzuki Takeshi, who was exerting all his strength, quickly screamed, because he found that the Sergeant Chief he pulled out with all his strength had only half of his body covered in blood and flesh, and the other part had gone to nowhere.

When he looked at his Sergeant Chief again, his Sergeant Chief had died, half of his body was right in front of him, and Suzuki Takeshi was so frightened that he turned around and ran away in a hurry, he was scared.

The ghost soldiers who underestimated the enemy and were careless did not expect to be attacked in broad daylight, so they were bombarded in such a random manner that they were crying father and mother.

The captain of the Guizibing, Jing Hirayama, was also resting, but he was lucky that the hidden resting place was not bombed, and the guerrillas had too few guns to take care of all the places.

When Jing Hirayama got up when he heard the explosion, he happened to see a small team of his own was blown away by the shells, and the pieces of meat and bones slammed into the surroundings in a radial pattern. The captain Hirayama said in shock at that time I can't speak.

When one after another explosions fell and exploded, Jing Hirayama quickly changed from shock to anger when he saw his subordinates were blown to pieces in the gunpowder smoke.

He looked in the direction from which the shells were flying. On the other side of the river, where white smoke was rising, the Chinese guerrillas were bombarding them.

"Baga! Baga! Road!" Captain Hirayama was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke.

"The Artillery Squadron fires back immediately! The [-]st Infantry Squadron charges..."

Hearing the roar of Captain Hirayama Takashi, the group of staff officers who were still in shock behind him reacted, and hurriedly sent orders to gather troops to fight back.

The devil's speed was very fast, and the devil's artillery squadron started to fight back at the risk of being bombarded upon receiving the order. The shells fired by the school fell into the river, hitting a column of water soaring into the sky, stirring up the river to be full of turbid waves.

"Damn, move quickly, the devil artillery is aiming at us!"

Seeing the shells falling into the river and exploding, the guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao, who was grinning happily, hurriedly called the artillery squads to transfer the hot mortars.

"Da da da--"

More than 200 devil infantry rushed over with their teeth and claws open, and their machine gun bullets also flew across the river like raindrops, smashing the mud on the river bank.

At the beginning, the devil was a little dizzy from the blast, but fortunately, the leader of the devil's brigade, Hirayama Jing, remained calm and immediately directed a counterattack.

These angry devils are about to burst their lungs with anger. These guerrillas are so arrogant that they even bombarded them while they were sleeping.

Ignoring the icy cold river water, the devil infantry who rushed over screamed and jumped into the water, rushing towards Shen Biao and the others.

"You little devils, let you be arrogant!"

Seeing the devil infantry rushing over with their teeth and claws open, the brothers covering the rear set up the machine gun on the mound, and the machine gunner put his shoulder on the machine gun and pressed the trigger viciously.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

The bullets like the wind swept towards the devil who was chasing after crossing the river. The machine gunner was a veteran. Although the devil's shells kept falling nearby and blowing up the mud and black smoke, he fired calmly in short bursts.

The ferocious and tricky bullet hit the angry devil head-on, blood spattered, and the devil soldier rushing in front was trembling from the force of the bullet penetrating through his body, and then blood poured into the river.

The machine gun bullets swept across, and the water column splashed from the impact point formed a water curtain. The Japanese soldiers died like leaves falling in the wind, and a large number fell into the river. Blood spread and the river was stained red.

Facing the rain of machine gun bullets, the wet devil soldiers flopped and dodged, and soon turned into floating corpses. The devils behind did not dare to jump into the water, so they hurriedly got down on the spot and raised their guns at the river. Shooting across the shore.

The guns of the devil soldiers also fired over, and the two guerrilla machine gun teams were hit by the shells before they had time to divert the bullets after firing a bucket of bullets, and they were blown to pieces with their guns.

Under the cover of artillery fire and shore machine guns, the devil infantry began to chase across the river again, as ferocious as grinning wild dogs.

"Quickly retreat, I can't stop it!"

Seeing that some Japanese infantry had climbed onto the slippery river bank, the machine gun squad leader shot them back into the river with a shuttle of bullets, and then called for his brothers to move.

The brothers were running wildly with their scorching machine guns on their backs, and the shells from the Japanese soldiers kept falling behind them, blowing up the mud and mud into the air.

The ferocious and angry devil soldiers also pressed up. The brothers ran all the way, almost falling into the field fortifications.

The devil soldiers originally wanted to rest before attacking, but they were so tossed by the guerrillas, and their anger made them sleep so well.

After the leader of the devil brigade, Ping Shanjing, left a unit to restrain the wounded, he led the main force of the brigade across the river in a murderous spirit, and went straight to Shen Biao's position.

"Come on, let's poke the hornet's nest."

Shen Biao, who was hiding in the field fortifications, looked at the murderous look of the devil troops posing in the wilderness, and knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.

Chapter 995 Attack!

The soldiers of the devil soldiers rushing to the front can already see with naked eyes the field fortifications built by the officers and soldiers of the Subei Guerrilla Corps hidden in the wild.

On this preset battlefield, the officers and soldiers of the Subei Corps and tens of thousands of civilians have been busy for so long, relying on the river network, hills and fields, they built countless traffic trenches, anti-tank trenches, foxholes, and caves for hiding soldiers. field fortifications.

In the series of fierce and bloody battles, the Chinese army has fought out. It is no longer like the warlords in the past who just built some single-line simple trenches in the melee, and the devils can tear through the defense line with a single charge.

Now Yangling and his North Jiangsu Corps centered on Jieshou, going south to Gaoyou, east to Xinghua, and north to Baoying in a vast area with a radius of tens of kilometers in the middle, building a sufficiently deep defense system.

Although the third guerrilla battalion led by Shen Biao had already exchanged fire with the devils at the front, but in many areas behind, teams of peasants were still building bunkers and fortifications overnight in the severe cold.

Chinese soldiers are fighting bloody battles on the front lines and are ready to dedicate their lives to this land and this nation.

And although the tens of thousands of civilians in the rear could not go to the front to fight the little devils to death, they are also working in their own way to save the survival of the country and the nation. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country, which is vividly reflected here.

The ghost soldier Suzuki Takeshi also held his own rifle, and followed his companions in front of him stepping on the slippery ground, crossing the puddles, bowing and leaping forward alternately.

The team he was in had lost 25 people in the shelling of the guerrillas just now, and now only 20 people in the whole team still maintain combat effectiveness, and the other companions were stranded on the other side of the river due to minor or serious injuries.

Suzuki Takeshi has always felt that Chinese soldiers are representatives of weakness and incompetence. Wherever the Imperial Japanese Army goes, they always run away.

But since last night, he has inadvertently changed his views on Chinese troops and soldiers. He realized that this is not a one-sided battle as before, and it may be more cruel than imagined.