Amidst the continuous explosions of "Boom, boom, boom~".

They were five tanks on the soldiers' side. They had raised their gun barrels of several calibers high and fired one after another at the high ground of Mount Yanzuki.

Suddenly, in the past few days, it had been bombarded by countless aircraft and heavy artillery for a long time.

Like the surface of the moon, the Yanyue Mountain position was full of craters, and light dust flew up to Lao Gao; in just a moment, the entire highland was wrapped in flying dust.

Looking over from a distance, the entire mountain top was completely lost.

So much so that the tank gunners of the soldiers could only rely on their memory to continue the bombardment.

Who knew that in the previous period, the bombing by the United Guo Army was so strong that a section of the top of Yanyue Mountain was cut off.

The over-saturated bombing has made the soil on the ground extremely soft.

Under the shock wave of the explosion, this light dust can be easily carried up to the sky.

While bombing, Dr. Jonathan, Dardani and other team commanders stood among a large group of soldiers and began to slowly advance towards the top of Yanzuki Mountain.

At a time like this, not to mention Dr. Jonathan, these commanders are very powerful in themselves, but they are a little reluctant in their actions for fear of their own death.

Even the soldiers surrounding them looked indescribably relaxed.

The main reason is that after many previous attacks, they can clearly feel that the defensive firepower on the position is getting weaker and weaker.

They firmly believe that up to now in the position, there are not even a few left alive.

Thank God, thank you Brother Su! In this attack, they were finally able to capture this place, and no longer had to endure huge casualties and fight with the defenders.

After thinking of this, these people became indescribably relaxed.

Because those eastern-faced defenders had brought them too many painful and terrifying memories in previous battles.

If they had a choice, they would even be willing to fight to the death with the legendary mustachioed SS or the little devils, but would not want to fight such a terrifying opponent.

Fortunately, all this pain is finally coming to an end...

Facing the opponent who was advancing towards the position under the cover of fierce artillery fire, what were the translators, Shi Polu, Bazi and others doing on the position?

To be precise, they did nothing.

Or to put it another way, when they are at the end of their rope, they have no choice but to do something.

The only thing he could do was to find a crater edge and lie down.

While setting up their weapons, they waited for their opponents to come within shooting range. They also covered their mouths and noses with their hands, complaining in their hearts that if they didn't seek systematic treatment, they would definitely suffer from tuberculosis and other diseases in the future.

It is true to hope that the two shells will not land in the same crater.

As for other things, I don't care about anything and can't control them.

In fact, it is simply not accurate to say that two artillery shells will not land in the same crater. It is simply because the density of shell coverage is not enough.

After another loud bang, a brass smoking pot with only half of it left fell in front of Bazi.

Just by looking at such a familiar smoke pot, Bazi knew its owner, a military man who was said to be his fellow villager.

The 'Old Smoking Gun' who even served under Marshal Zhang back then is dead.

Another artillery shell landed in the crater where he was living. Maybe his whole body was torn apart now, and this half of the smoke pot was the only thing he had left.

After Lao Yanqiang was killed, there were only ten defenders left on the position at most.

Thinking of myself and this fellow countryman, during these few days of free time, the other person was smoking the choking tobacco leaves.

With a familiar accent that tasted like dirt, he recounted his experiences over the years.

For example, in the 20th year of the Republic of China, when he was only 18 years old, he had no choice but to abandon his parents and daughter-in-law at home, and followed the commander-in-chief to retreat into the pass.

This departure lasted for nineteen years.

During this period, he fought countless battles and joined many different armies. He finally settled down after joining the people's army.

It wasn't until last spring that he returned to his hometown in Northeast China.

But my father, mother, and daughter-in-law had died long ago. After asking many old people in the villages, I could only find a few graves that didn't even have tombstones and were full of weeds.

Fortunately, all the above pain seems to have passed.

The old smoker who has been allocated a lot of land is thinking that if he cultivates the land for a few years, he can always get a little widow to spread the branches again and continue their family's incense machine selection.

Don’t the gentlemen of China pay attention to such a thing?

Unfortunately, before the old smoker could harvest the first season of carefully tended crops, such a war began.

Then Lao Yanqiang re-enlisted in the army, although his superiors arranged for him a job as a cook squad leader in order to take care of him.

But at this level, there is no division of labor at all. As long as their company can hold a seismic gun, they have already filled in the Yanzuki Mountain position.

So after seeing the smoking pot, Bazi knew that this old man Xing was afraid that he would never be able to fulfill his wish.

Miraculously, after seeing such a heartbreaking result, Bazi didn't feel very angry.

Because he knows very clearly that he will die soon; the difference between everyone is just who takes the first step.

So the only thing he did was to pick up the half of the pot.

After wiping the dust on two handfuls with his sleeves, he casually pinned them to his waist...

In the following time, none of the ten remaining people on the position died from the shelling, because as the attacking troops gradually approached, the tank fire gradually stopped for fear of accidental damage.

Only some large-caliber vehicle-mounted machine guns were left, which were still firing continuously at the position, and some mortars were bombing the position.

But such a threat has already been reduced to a much lower level for everyone on the battlefield.

With the sound of "Bah, bah, bah~", the train driver spit out the mud in his mouth several times in succession, ignoring the burning and uncomfortable feeling in his throat, and his whole body was already in a fighting state.

He was holding an original Type 50 submachine gun that had to be picked up after it was damaged because the barrel was too hot. He had to pick up the Czech light machine gun.

After Bazi expertly locked onto a target, he was the first to pull the trigger.

An instant later, a soldier's sergeant and a first-class soldier fell down with their heads raised after being shot. It is not known whether they died or not, but they were already tumbling down the mountain.

I believe that in the subsequent battles, there will no longer be a threat to the opponent on the ground.

At the same time, with the Czech fire in the hand of the train driver Bazi, all the firepower on the position was launched together in the next second.

Suddenly, more than a dozen of the soldiers who were advancing slowly were knocked down at once, causing them to panic immediately.

However, at this critical moment, Dr. Jonathan shouted in time:

"Young men, don't panic. Open your eyes and see clearly that there are not many people left on their God Emperor, because there are only a few firepower points on the position.

Rush up and kill them, and you will definitely get huge military exploits, which will lead to promotions and salary increases.

For the honor of Uncle Sam’s family, dog, dog, dog~”

Frankly speaking, the soldiers didn't care about the honor of Uncle Sam's family at this moment. They basically thought that after throwing this thing away, even the dogs wouldn't eat it.

But they are still more interested in the good thing of getting promoted and making a fortune.

Of course, the most important thing was that they discovered that Jonathan seemed to be right; now that the position had been reached, there was not even a heavy machine gun left.

In addition to a light machine gun, there are only two submachine guns; the other remaining weapons are some antique bolt-action rifles.

Those were some of the options the defenders had to resort to after their original automatic weapons were heavily damaged.

Such a scene gave them the courage to continue fighting, while they fired continuously with the weapons in their hands to suppress the firepower on the position.

On the other hand, he began to speed up and continued to advance towards the position...

******

I endured the dizzy feeling in my head caused by ischemia due to large movements.

When he heard the firing pin in the gun chamber, making that familiar empty-bore impact sound, Shi Polu dropped the empty Thompson submachine gun in his hand.

Then he immediately pulled out the long-used m1911 pistol from the holster on his thigh.

The right hand holding the pistol pushed and pulled forward forcefully, using such a clean and neat movement to complete the one-handed loading of the pistol.

That action is indescribably handsome.

That is to say, Sir, a community member in Harbin City, has always kept a low profile in the modern dimension. Otherwise, he could be promoted to other positions just by relying on such beautiful skills.

After finishing loading Shi Polu, he naturally raised the muzzle of his gun and fired continuously at the opponent in front of the position.

Why don't Thomson, who is faster and more lethal, continue to fire? The main reason is that Shi Polu only has one right hand left, and his speed in changing magazines is slower than usual.

If he really had to wait until he slowly changed the magazine, the soldiers in front of the position who were so pumped up might rush into the position from the area he was responsible for.

In a very short period of time, Shi Polu empty-empted the M1911 pistol in his hand.

Although he fired with a pistol, two were killed and one was injured; the problem was that there were a platoon of soldiers rushing over from his position.

There is also Dr. Jonathan inside, the polished commander of Uncle Sam's family team, hiding in it in an extremely inconspicuous manner, constantly driving the soldiers to charge.

Therefore, Shi Polu's victory with three casualties could not stop the charge of these people at all.

Upon seeing this, Shi Polu moved forward instinctively, intending to throw out a few grenades to suppress the charging momentum of these soldiers.

It was only after he touched everything and his head was a little numb that he finally realized:

No! After reaching the current position, it can be said that the situation is almost exhausted; in the last opponent's attack, when the situation was urgent, he even threw out the glory bombs.
To be continued...