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Chapter 1750: On the Island (1)

"No, it's the Chinese who personally came out. Interesting Academy"

"Quick, call the artillery, we can't destroy those landing ships."

"Damn it, I haven't called you yet, why are you running away?"

When I saw the blood-stained Chinese military flag hanging, and when I vaguely saw the figures in green military uniforms, the little devils who were slaughtering Korean sticks were like mice that saw cats, and they immediately withered.

The young people all screamed in panic. One of the Japanese recruits was even thrown down, turned around and ran back in a mess, as if he had seen a demon.

Boo hoo hoo.

Although it is a landing ship, each landing ship is equipped with at least one large-caliber naval gun. Although it is not comparable to the electromagnetic main gun and laser main gun on the Chinese Maritime War Fortress, it is now enough to suppress the beachhead.

The little devils on the position opened fire.

The artillery shells roared, singing the hymn of death, falling into the enemy's position, and reaping the lives of the enemy to their heart's content. They flew across the battlefield, tearing apart the enemy's skin and flesh, and bringing out traces of warm blood.

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Looking at the oncoming Chinese landing troops, those headless North Korean sticks were dumbfounded. They were also charging for landing, but the Chinese troops were nowhere faster than them.

When it was about to approach the beach, the landing ship stopped. Only a clanging sound could be heard. The thick steel plate valve opened, and Chinese soldiers filed out one by one, carrying and hunching their waists, in a skirmishing charge formation.

Wading through the sea water, it quickly rushed towards the shore.

Da da da.

The Japs' machine fire points once again spewed out the flames of death, setting off a metal death storm in an instant. At the same time, the Japs behind the beachhead stopped hiding and began to fight back with all their strength. They knew that once the Chinese succeeded,

If they open up a landing point, then the end will befall them. You, Yi, Si. Academy

Puff.

Blah, blah.

Although North Korean sticks were blocking the way, many Chinese soldiers who were coming ashore were still hit and fell into waist-high water. The scarlet blood soon dyed the sea surface red.

However, no one stopped, and the living Chinese soldiers had no time to feel sad and angry for the sacrifice of their brothers.

At this moment, on this beach of life and death, there is no mercy, no sorrow, iron and blood express everything. The living continue to kill and be killed. The dead are also relieved. For a soldier,

Dying on the battlefield may be the best destination.

Blah, blah.


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