The violent roar was deafening, and the huge mushroom clouds were like blooming fireworks, competing to bloom on the defenders' position. The rising smoke and dust enveloped the entire position, and the overwhelming air waves swept away. The running remnants were swept away.
He was violently swept to the ground, and his screams were drowned in the rumbling sound of cannons.
The position was trembling violently, the sky was filled with mud mist, and sharp explosive fragments were flying wantonly in the air, and then fiercely embedded in the human body, causing blood to surge.
The simple command post of the battalion headquarters exploded after being hit by the artillery shells. The wooden boards were torn into pieces and flew into the air, and then fell heavily. The simple walls creaked and collapsed as they could no longer withstand the tremors.
"Squat down! Don't lie down!" Yang Ling screamed miserably, but his voice was quickly drowned by the violent explosion. His ears were roaring and he couldn't hear anything. The splash of sand hit his face.
There were blood stains on it.
In the face of the bombardment of the 150mm heavy artillery, everything will be turned into powder, and any flesh and blood body will be torn to pieces in an instant.
The remnants of the soldiers were screaming in terror. They ran and were thrown into the trenches by the real shock. Unprecedented fear enveloped them, but the Japanese heavy artillery chased their butts as if they had eyes.
Artillery shells continued to explode around him. Luo Dayong's body was trembling. Even when facing the Japanese's sharp bayonet, he had never felt such fear. Damn it, this was simply not something that a person could withstand. The heavy artillery bombardment was coming.
, everything will be torn apart.
The sandbags on the position were blown away, the trenches collapsed, and piles of corpses were blown into pieces of flesh and blood. Then the shells fell and were blown up again. It seemed that they were unwilling to turn the position into ashes.
Same.
The 150mm heavy artillery was pouring shells towards the 18th Division's position, roaring violently. The entire 18th Division's position was torn apart over and over again, and huge craters appeared one after another.
The position has become a mess, the vegetation is burning, and the soil has become charred black, mixed with sharp explosions.
The choking gunpowder smoke poured into Yang Ling's internal organs, making his heart feel like a fire. He gasped violently, and then inhaled more gunpowder smoke. His ears were filled with a buzzing roar, and his eardrums were shattered.
, blood flowed out.
As the leader of the Falcon Squadron of the Republic, Yang Ling has performed countless missions, but most of them were special operations, small-scale operations, and the powerful weapons were nothing more than rocket launchers.
But this was the heavy artillery of the Japanese. The bombardment came like an overwhelming force, and the land stretching for two or three miles was reduced to scorched earth. The strength of an individual was completely negligible under such a violent blow.
The Japanese heavy artillery is still bombarding the remaining soldiers like frightened rabbits in the fragmented trenches, jumping and running, falling to the ground and being torn into pieces. This is a real war, a war full of cruel gunpowder smoke.
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I don’t know how long it took, like a long few centuries, the tremors of the earth finally stopped, the rumbling sound finally subsided, the smoke-filled position had been plowed hard by heavy artillery, and the fluffy new
The soil was mixed with broken limbs and arms, and it fell into deathly silence.
The entire position of the 18th Division has been turned into ruins. The supervising team hiding behind looked at the dead battlefield ahead. Sun Youcai, the captain of the supervising team, punched the ground hard, his face full of anger: "Damn it.
!Fuck your grandma’s little brat!”
"Sir, the Japs are coming!" A soldier from the Supervisory Team pointed to the smoke-filled distance. A large number of Japs wearing steel helmets and stabbing guns were pressing down on the position in a dark force.
"Ta-ta-ta!" On the left side of the 18th Division's position, the sound of a Czech light machine gun rang out, and the mangled survivor pulled the trigger alone.
"boom!"
The bullet penetrated the soldier's body, leaving a bloody hole in his chest. The roar of the Czech machine gun stopped, and the surviving machine gunner fell to the ground weakly under the bombardment of the Japanese heavy artillery.
"Sir Sun, what should we do?" Looking at the Japanese approaching the front position, the soldiers of the supervising team hiding behind looked at their commander Sun Youcai, the muscles on their faces twitched, full of fear and terror.
"Brothers! The brothers of the Eighteenth Division are all dead, now it's our turn!" Sun Youcai ripped off the Qingtian Bairi badge and threw it heavily to the ground. He pulled out the shell gun from his waist and roared hoarsely.
"Sir Sun, we are just the Supervisory Team..." The soldiers of the Supervisory Team were a little frightened and tried to stop their commander's crazy behavior.
"Are you a fucking Chinese? If you're a man, just leave it to me!" Sun Youcai ran and grabbed the collar of the soldier who was supervising the team and roared angrily.
The soldier who was supervising the battle team was grabbed by the collar by Sun Youcai, and his throat was suppressed. His face was red from holding back his breath. He had never seen his commander so angry before, and his legs were weak.
Sun Youcai saw that the soldier in his hand was struggling to breathe, and he let go of his hand. The soldier rolled to the ground, coughing violently.
Sun Youcai pulled off the Supervisory Team logo on his cuffs and shouted to the dozens of Supervisory Team soldiers: "Brothers! We are the Supervisory Team. The people of the 18th Division treat us like beasts. They are working hard in the front.
And we were behind with guns pointed at their backs!”
"Now all the people in the 18th Division are dead! Our task of supervising the battle team has also been completed. Now those who have the guts can follow me and act like a Chinese in an upright manner! Go and kill the little Japs!"
"Kill the little Japs!" The soldiers of the supervising team tore off the logos on their cuffs, threw them heavily on the ground, roared and rushed towards the deathly silent position in front of them, towards the charging Japs.
The dead battlefield was once again filled with dense gunfire. The supervising team replaced the 18th Division and began to guard the position that was almost razed to the ground. Bullets were flying in the air.
The Japanese soldiers who were rushing towards the garrison position hurriedly lay down and began to pull the bolts of their guns to shoot. Their precise shooting caused blood to burst from the heads of many Supervisory Team soldiers and then rolled to the ground, but the Supervisory Team soldiers still did not
retreat.
Yang Ling was knocked unconscious. He lifted the fluffy soil covering his body and stood up. The dense gunshots in the distance reached his ears, and the roar in his ears disappeared.
He saw Sun Youcai, the captain of the war team who was roaring and shooting. The war team leader who liked petty bargains was leading his men to guard the position. The Japanese grenade bombers began to bombard the position. Mud mist rose again on the position, and some people were blown away.
"Anyone who is still out of breath, get up and fight the Japanese!" Yang Ling shouted at the almost flat ground without any response.
With a heavy heart, Yang Ling grabbed the red-tasseled sword that had popped out of the gap and walked towards the front line where the fierce battle was taking place. His limping figure felt particularly lonely in the smoke.
More and more clay figures stood up from the ruins. Some of them only had two eyes left to see clearly. Their hats were gone and their clothes were torn. But they were still alive, just like zombies, following Yang Ling.