The Japanese shelling stopped and the suppression machine gun sounded.

Gray figures slipped from their hiding place to the mountain, jumped into the bushes full of gullies and crawled and scattered.

There were still several hiding figures that fell to the ground and never got up again.

The platoon leader of Ma Liang, who was hiding in the bushes, ignored the casualties and ignored the constant sound of the Japanese suppressing machine gun bullets on his head.

From the hiding place, he quickly looked into the smoke that filled the north.

It was filled with smoke and I couldn't see anything clearly.

I quickly zipped my head, but fortunately, I was not hit by a bullet...

Time passes slowly as we wait.

The Japanese will definitely attack in large numbers while the smoke is filled with gunpowder.

The mountain wind in late spring is not small, but it is impossible to take away all the heavy smoke.

It feels like the ballistics of the Japanese machine gun are slowly getting higher.

I endured the coughing sensation, looked nervously at the fuzzy smoke rolling.

Suddenly, a blurred figure of a Japanese man flashed not far away.

He quickly shrank his head and waved his hand to the back.

More than 20 people immediately put their little fingers into the grenade pull-up on the back cover.

The Japanese attack this time was not much the same as the previous two times.

In addition to the narrow mountain roads, many figures also appeared in the bushes.

The sound of machine gun bullets seemed to be mixed with the sound of someone using a machete to open the way in the bushes.

More than ten engineers crawled forward in the bushes with one glance.

This is the first time that an evil incident like raising your heart to your throat when attacking the eighth Route Army positions is encountered.

The Japanese engineers were worried.

He was bombed twice in a row by the despicable Tujiao Route Mine. He learned from his undead compatriots that Tujiao Route Mine was thunder.

They had to find large mines from the Eighth Route Army, either cut off the Eighth Route Army's hair rope, or detonate the mines buried by the Eighth Route Army with a hand grenade.

There are naturally casualties in the battlefield attack, and if the small mines explode, they will be blown up, and a few people will not die.

But the Eighth Route Army used the ability to bury large landmines that they didn't know where to learn. If they were taken care of by this thing, they would die.

Moving forward step by step, it is not difficult to find ordinary tripping and thunder arranged by the Eighth Route Road.

If you really encounter the 8th Turkish Route Lafath, you will either destroy it or be loyal to the Emperor.

The engineer looked around carefully in the bushes, not letting go of every suspicious target above the ground.

They are all very clear that large land mines such as stones are used as fragments will definitely be higher than the ground when arranged, so that they can have greater lateral lethality.

Based on my feelings, I have been within 100 meters of the defense line of the Eighth Route and Second Road.

No exception was found at all!

The ballistics of more than twenty light and heavy machine guns fired from behind were evenly distributed horizontally and continued to pour rain of bullets into the Tu Eighth Route Position.

The Imperial Army's bullets were not blown by strong winds.

Every minute, thousands of bullets will be consumed unnecessary.

The dedicated engineers couldn't help but speed up the speed of crawling forward.

Finding out the eighth-way mines earlier can save a large number of bullets for suppressing machine guns behind...

The mountain wind was roaring low, and the heavy smoke from the previous bombardment was slowly thinning.

The infantry following behind them shot at suspicious targets from time to time, providing the second suppression cover for the engineers crawling forward.

The smoke from the bullets faded to tear out countless clearly visible linear trajectories.

On the Kan position, relying on simple fortifications, all six light machine-types were placed on it.

Three machine gun groups on the left and right.

No one paid attention to the suppression machine gun that the Japanese were working on, and the bullets hit the stones placed on the positions.

Serials burst, and waves of stray bullets flew past the top of their heads from time to time, and the mountains behind them were even higher.

After the bullets raged in the bushes, they immediately had close contact with the rocks, making a harsh and strange sound.

The new observation post is a veteran of Banxian. He doesn't show up at all. He lay in the shallow ditch behind the position, completely listening with his ears...

From the Japanese machine gun trajectory, the approximate position of the Japanese infantry attacking can be determined.

The correspondent lay beside the observation post and asked nervously: "Why... I'll look around?"

"There is smoke below, and you can't see anything. You can't see what a fool..."

"What if the Japanese touch it?"

"The row is staring at the bottom, wait for them to fight first, wait until they are driven back by the Japanese, and then let the machine guns fight back..."

"But..."

"If you don't want to live, just look up..." The veteran took off the helmet above his head, pressed it on the bayonet and raised it up.

Clang...

The helmet was taken care of by dense bullets and swayed suddenly on the bayonet.

The veteran took the helmet in his hand and threw it to the correspondent: "Two eyes..."

"What should we do if the Japanese get close to him, throw the grenades?"

"Hehe, there are nearly a hundred grenades in the row below. You're afraid of nothing. None of them is ringing now. What's the point of fucking you?"

"What if the Japanese and others will use the grenade launcher?"

"I deserve it if I blow it up..."

...

Those who are close to red are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

The row leader followed Ma Liang for a long time and was used to taking risks.

Seeing that the distance between the Japanese was less than twenty meters, his figure became clearer and clearer, and he still did not order the bombs to drop...

Until I found out that something seemed wrong.

The bushes in front of the Japanese who were waisting seemed to be shaking all the time. But, someone was crawling forward on the ground in front of the Japanese who were scattering!

No need to think, it must have been blown up by a large mine, and the Japanese engineers cleared the mines on the ground in front!

A sharp whistle suddenly rang out, mixed with the sound of machine gun bullets.

Six arms raised, and the first wave of grenades flew evenly into the air.

The bent little fingers pull off the wooden handle grenade pull ring, and pull the fire out of the hand.

After one second, the second wave of seven arms raised according to the predetermined plan...

Another second later...

Some nervous soldiers forgot the key to resolutely bent their thumbs and threw the grenade that had not been pulled out...

The Japanese battlefield observation post heard a loud whistle and looked at the suddenly waving arms on the ground ahead. He didn't understand what was going on.

Immediately, the birds sing and screamed strangely: "The enemy attacks..."

However, the attacking Japanese scattered line was too wide this time, and many Japanese did not hear the warning sound mixed with the sound of bullets.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Until the observation whistle blew the whistle in his mouth...

Some of the Japanese who heard the observation ward warning were walking in the bushes and quickly squatted down.

There is no way, there is no way to find cover in the bushes!

The Japanese who also responded quickly when they saw the situation in front of him immediately knocked the grenade that had been removed from his safety in his hand on the steel helmet and threw it forward...

Time hasn't given them more opportunities.

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

The first wave of grenades began to explode.

The ground seemed to be jumping rapidly, and the frequency was so fast that it seemed like it was in an environment where firecrackers were set off during the New Year.

The shrapnel flying everywhere from the bushes kept harvesting the lives of the Japanese who had not had time to hide.

Wearing a steel helmet? Just use a lot of money, and the air waves throw some figures high...

Strange screams are heard everywhere...

The Japanese man who was about to react and threw the grenade just raised his arms, and was streaked by shrapnel or ripped by air waves.

Many grenades fell directly near the Japanese...
To be continued...