Boom~

Boom~

Boom~

The shells exploded on the tidal flats, sending sand and gravel flying outwards. It seemed like a rain had fallen on the river surface, with large and small ripples spreading out and being torn apart by the waves coming upstream.

Puff~

Da da da da~

Chirp ~ Chirp ~

The sound of the bullet hitting the rocks and the sound of the bullet hitting the water were endless.

The Japanese on the bamboo raft fell one by one under the machine gun fire. The people behind simply lay down behind the dead bodies, occasionally getting up to shoot. The shells that landed in the river exploded in a white streak, and the water droplets splashed on the Japanese soldiers with heat.

body, wet their military uniforms, and wash away the blood on the bamboo raft.

The billowing black smoke floated from the tidal flats and moved downstream along the river wind. The shells of the 75mm field artillery and the 75mm mountain artillery exploded at the Japanese Nantianmen position. Fire suddenly appeared, and clouds of gunpowder smoke rose up, making the entire mountain surface tremble.

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A mortar shell fell next to the Japanese soldiers who had just come off the bamboo raft, killing three people and injuring five others on the spot. The blood dyed the river red, and the burnt meat fell into the gaps between the rocks, and wisps of green smoke spilled out.

The soldiers behind were in a panic, not knowing whether to move forward or retreat. Then they were carried away by bullets fired from the east bank defense line. They fell into the river with a thud and were carried southward by the current.

The Japanese soldiers who were dispersed by the rolling river water were unable to gather together, let alone organize a powerful charge. They fought independently on the tidal flats that stretched for several miles in front of the Henglishan position, carrying 38 big covers to counterattack the Chinese soldiers in high positions.

The machine gunner with the crooked handle couldn't find a suitable shooting point, so he was hunched over and running around. Occasionally, stray bullets hit his feet. He was so frightened that his horse fell to the ground. When he found that he was still wearing a straight helmet, he picked up the machine gun again.

Continue to move to a higher location.

The only things that can have an impact on the soldiers in the trenches are grenades, mortars, and infantry artillery, field artillery, and mountain artillery from Nantianmen. Although it is difficult to cause a devastating blow to them, the suppression effect cannot be underestimated.

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Cui Yong and Li Wula entered the bunker of the main force group. The Maxim heavy machine guns and Browning heavy machine guns opened fire, the rectangular shooting ports kept spitting flames, the ammunition belts jumped and jumped, and the guns made a crisp impact sound.

Bang bang bang~

Bang bang bang~

Milong put the butt of the Czech machine gun on his shoulder, pressed the muzzle down slightly, and pressed his finger on the trigger. The tremor of the gun also caused his body to tremble. The bullets that flew away cut the Japanese soldiers who were trying to merge one after another.

Suddenly, there were dead bodies on the beach ahead.

Doubi held the magazine and occasionally wiped the snot from the smoke.

Veterinarian Hao shuttled back and forth within the fortifications, occasionally patting the faces of the recruits who were shocked by the explosions, saying comforting words such as "Don't be afraid, good boy," and pulling the wounded wounded by stray bullets into the cat's ear holes.

Long Wenwen held his helmet in one hand and carried the Lee-Enfield rifle in the other as he walked downstream along the trench. He saw a recruit slipping back into the trench from a sandbag bunker because the gun had jammed, lowering his head and playing with his rifle. He walked over and kicked his rifle.

, the kicked recruit grinned.

"What are you doing? You're holding a Hanyang-made gun as a family heirloom. There are so many good guns on the battlefield, pick them up and use them."

The recruit said: "But... that... that is..."

"What is that? What is that? When the cowards in the main force heard that the Japanese were coming, they ran as fast as donkeys. They didn't even need their weapons. You don't need them. Why don't you just wait for them to come back to get them?"

The recruits suddenly woke up, quickly threw away the old antiques in their hands, picked up the 79 rifles placed at the corner of the trench, and returned to the same place to continue fighting.

"Everyone, listen, look at the guns in your hands. If there is a good replacement model behind you, remember to take it back after you kill the Japanese. Yu Xiaoqing said you don't need to save money for him."

As the artillery roared from the front, Long Wenwen held his neck and shouted in the trench. A shell fell behind him, and the splash of soil covered his face, and then there was a sound of spitting.

The new recruits among the cannon fodder reacted and hurriedly threw away the Hanyang-made guns in their hands and went to pick up the good guns that were discarded because they were in the way when the main regiment soldiers fled, while the veterans were already picking up the handy ones without even having to say hello.

Meng Fan shot to death a Japanese soldier who hurriedly got under the gun. He glanced at the Japanese soldiers on the beach who were knocked upside down by the shells, and then looked at the Nantianmen position. He felt that the intensity of the Japanese shelling was obviously much weaker.

"Hey, those guys in the artillery camp are getting more and more accurate with their bombings."

Ayi said from the side: "Look, those Japanese soldiers are trying to escape."

There were five corpses stacked in front of the bamboo raft on the right front. A lieutenant hid behind and summoned his men to come over and prepare to leave the east bank. When he came out to give the order for the third time, a bullet was fired close to the corpse, and the helmet was blown away with a loud bang.

Drilled a hole.

The lieutenant fell to the ground, a stream of blood flowing from his brow.

Meng Fanglia glanced at the upstream position: "Don't you think the whole thing is too coincidental?"

Ayi said: "What do you mean?"

"It just happened that that man wanted to pull us out on a whim. It happened that the Japanese army invaded in large numbers. It happened that Yu Xiaoqing's main group dispersed in a hurry, and then he gave us less than two battalions and beat a Japanese army group to death on the beach.

You deserve all the credit." Meng Fangliao said, "Is there such a coincidence in the world?"

"Listening to what you said, it's quite a coincidence."

"Sir Ayi, do you still remember that before we went to Myanmar, Lin Zuo stayed up every night and went to swim in the Nu River?"

Ayi nodded: "That's what happened."

Only then did Meng Fan wake up and realize what he meant: "You mean, Lin Yue doesn't sleep every night because he went to the other side?"

"Then can you find a reasonable guess to explain what happened today?"

"The West Bank is the territory of the Japanese. Does he want his life?"

Meng Fan turned his head with disdain: "Think about it carefully, has he done anything fatal since we arrived in Myanmar? There was no time when the people who saw it were not frightened and made him sweat."

"That's true." Ayi said, "Lin Yue is really a hero."

Meng Fan said: "I'm not telling you this to praise him."

Ayi said: "Then what do you want me to do?"

"Forget it, forget it, you stupid head, you want me to say that Tang Ji's efforts on you are in vain."

"Why is this related to Deputy Master Tang again?"

Meng Fannie ignored him, leaned against the cover and shouted to the blue sky: "Let's make dumplings, small Japanese dumplings with thin skin and big fillings."

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The Japanese army underestimated the power of the Nu River. By the time they rowed from the west bank to the east bank, the strong waves had already shattered their formation. Facing Jiang Fang, who was joined by a cannon fodder regiment, before Yu Xiaoqing arrived with the spy battalion, a large group of thousands

Of the remaining people, 30% died when crossing the river, 30% died on the tidal flats, and another 30% died when retreating. After digging out the lonely ghosts who were hiding in the nooks and crannies and dare not move, less than one person returned alive.

into military strength.
Chapter completed!