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

And those ghost soldiers hiding in the reeds had already loaded their bullets. Seeing the guerrillas approaching, they had already shown their ferocious faces, but the gunshots stopped the guerrilla group, and the devil commander's face looked a little annoyed.

"Run! There are devils over there!"

Although it was far away, the brothers at the observation post still jumped up from the hidden ground while shooting, and shot at the place where the devil was resting while running.

"What are they shouting?"

The guerrilla brothers lying on the ground looked at each other, and looked at the brothers running and jumping on the other side of the river, full of doubts.

"I can't hear you clearly, it's too far away..."

"No matter what they shouted, prepare the explosives, they have attracted the devils, and we just happened to give the devils a big gift!"

After a short pause, the brothers in the guerrilla group moved forward again, crawling forward and touching the nearest outpost of the devils.

Seeing those brothers moving towards the devil again, the brothers at the observation post on the other side were hoarse, but the howling cold wind drowned out their cries.

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

Just as these guerrilla brothers were about to approach the devil's outpost, suddenly the machine gun rang out, and a series of bullets flew over from the inconspicuous reeds nearby, and fell around them, splashing grass clippings.

"Pfft!"

There was the muffled sound of bullets hitting the flesh one after another, and the brothers lying on the ground became living targets. The bullets swept across their bodies, and blood spattered.

Every battle on the battlefield is a life-and-death battle. Even a veteran who climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood may die in an inconspicuous battle the next moment.

A few brothers who were about to attack the devils died before they could even scream. They were covered in blood holes from bullets.

"Uh..." The leader of the guerrilla team was also shot, at least a dozen times, blood was gushing all over his body, but he held his breath.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at the dead brothers who had been shot and remained motionless, his eyes were full of resignation, and now he finally understood what the brothers on the other side were shouting, but unfortunately it was too late to understand.

The devil soldier had already rushed forward with a shining bayonet, his ferocious and violent eyes showed murderous intent, the devil was beaten too much, they finally caught such a good opportunity.

The devil soldiers rushed forward, raised their bayonets and stabbed them involuntarily. They wanted to vent their suppressed anger.

"Huh! Huh!" The sound of the bayonet piercing the flesh continued to sound, and the bayonet fell and was pulled out, dripping with blood.

"Boom!"

The leader of the guerrilla team, who had only one breath left, yanked the grenade strapped to his body with difficulty, screamed in horror at the devil who stabbed the bayonet at him, and was blown away radially amidst the roar.

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The brothers at the guerrilla observation post on the other side of the river watched helplessly as a guerrilla group preparing to attack the devils was killed, but they were powerless, and their eyes were blurred with tears.

In a life-and-death battlefield, any negligence will lead to fatal consequences. Even a veteran of many battles may not be able to guarantee that he can survive the next battle. This is a cruel war.

Since last night, the devils have been attacked by guerrillas with various snares and traps. There are many people killed and missing, and every devil is angry.

After finally setting up an ambush and destroying a guerrilla group that came to sneak attack, several people were also injured in the explosion, naturally roaring out of anger.

Dozens of devils surrounded the corpses of those brothers and stabbed them with bayonets, blood spattered, they howled excitedly, and deliberately showed it to the guerrilla brothers on the other side, so angry that the brothers on the other side turned pale .

"You little devil, you have the guts to hit grandpa here, what's the point of bullying the corpse!" The brothers at the observation post on the other side of the river yelled angrily, and kept pulling the trigger to shoot.

But across the river, the devils were out of range of their rifles, and they found themselves powerless to do anything but rage.

"Brothers are stubborn, you didn't embarrass us Chinese! We can't let the little devils look down upon us, and fired into the sky to see the brothers off!" The squad leader of the observation post wiped away the tears on his face, and his voice choked. road.

"Bang bang bang!" A neat row of gunfire rang across the slowly flowing river, and the brothers' dark faces were full of tears.

The guerrilla squad leader put down his gun and pointed at the opposite bank in a low voice: "You can see clearly, that's how the little devil abused our brothers. He didn't even let the dead body go. Remember it for me. When you meet the little devil, Kill without mercy!"

"Kill without mercy!"

The brothers at the observation post looked like clowns picking up and throwing the bodies of the fallen brothers around on the opposite bank, their eyes were full of murderous intent.

"go!"

The guerrilla squad leader couldn't bear to watch those devils abuse his fallen brothers, turned his head and strode away, and the angry brothers quickly disappeared on the river bank.

Watching the guerrilla observation post on the other side disappear, the little devils who had been burning in their hearts were still running and jumping there, and even brought the wolfhounds from the search team to eat the bloody corpses, surrounded by a large group of devils lol.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

White smoke billowed from the hidden positions of the guerrillas on the other side of the river, and the high-explosive bombs swept across the river bank with a vengeful roar, falling into the group of violent devils.

Groups of mud were blasted, and the screaming and laughing devils around were crying and howling, flesh and blood flying, rolling and crawling to avoid, and those wolf dogs were also blown up.

"Bagaya Road!"

Seeing that the Chinese guerrillas actually pulled the infantry artillery over, the disheveled devils who were blown up screamed angrily.

Soon, the devil's retaliatory shells hit the river bank head-on, and many shells landed in the river, raising a huge water column, and the turbid waves flew up.

Although the strength of the guerrillas has grown, each guerrilla battalion is equipped with a machine gun battery, ranging from infantry guns to mortar throwers, but ammunition is always a constraint to the improvement of combat effectiveness.

The brothers in the artillery squad only carried out a few retaliatory bombardments against the devils and then immediately moved away. Firstly, they lacked ammunition, and secondly, their strength was still weak, and they had not yet reached the strength to confront the devils.

The exhausted devils didn't know much about the situation on the other side of the river, and they didn't intend to cross the river until they got the exact attack order, so this short battle ended quickly and disappeared invisible.

Although the fighting here stopped, the gunshots on the battlefield rang out from time to time, and the guerrilla groups active around the devils were launching cold gun attacks on the devils almost all the time.

But the little devil has already raised his guard, and it was in broad daylight, and the attacks of the guerrilla groups were only harassment, and the attack effect on the devil was far less good than the attack at night.

The devil's attack in the morning only advanced less than three kilometers, and the huge casualties made their attack look weak.

Enduring the exhaustion and cold, the devil soldiers had to stop again in the field to rest and stand by, waiting for the brigade to adjust the attack plan.

It has been more than ten hours since the high-spirited Pingshan Brigade set off from Gaoyou, and the failure of the attack made the brigade leader Hirayama Jing feel very bad.

A group of haggard-looking staff members were discussing around the map, re-examining their opponents and adjusting their plans based on the information provided by the vanguard squad.

"Report, the detachment leader calls urgently!" A devil's communication soldier rushed to Ping Shanjing, stood up and saluted him.

"Nian—" Captain Ping Shanjing did not go to answer the telegram, rubbing his tired temples and said.

After a moment's surprise, the communication soldier immediately launched a telegram: "The Xiyuan Artillery Brigade will go to the Jieshou battlefield, and cooperate with your troops to launch a strong attack on the Chinese army in front of you. You must conquer Jieshou and open up the channel with Baoying... "

Although the detachment leader Sano Taro sent an artillery brigade to support, the brigade leader Keiyama Hirayama not only did not feel the slightest joy, but felt a pressure.

He sent a telegram to the detachment leader to explain that he had encountered the tenacious resistance of the Chinese army. He just wanted the detachment leader Taro Sano to give him more time.

But now Taro Sano directly sent the artillery brigade up, so the purpose is self-evident, that is, serious dissatisfaction with their failure in attack.

If the assistance of the Artillery Brigade is needed to capture Jieshou, then their Pingshan Brigade will also lose face, and I am afraid they will not be able to hold their heads up in the future.