Chapter four hundred and sixty seventh blood fire purgatory
Groups of bombers and fighter jets emerged from the clouds with deafening roars and appeared over the battlefield. These groups of aircraft painted with blood-red sunrise flags roared past at low altitude.
One after another, heavy bombs hit the Chinese garrison positions all over Minshan like old hens laying eggs. The earth-shattering explosions set off a terrible metal storm.
The fortifications built by the defenders were blown to pieces like paper. The hot explosions mixed with the hot scorched earth rolled and flew around. In the thick black smoke, the positions built on the mountains were like small boats in the storm. They could explode at any time.
May capsize.
The Japanese's revenge was crazy and violent. The carpet-like bombardment seemed to destroy the entire mountain. The violent tremors made many tunnels crumbling, and the rustling soil fell, covering the brothers biting their lips and hiding inside.
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During this earth-shattering bombing, the trenches were almost flattened, and the remaining trenches were blown into pieces and collapsed. The bodies of the observation sentries left outside were torn apart by the metal storm, and fell into the scorched earth with green smoke.
Scattered are blood-red bone residues.
The brothers hid in the tunnel and endured shock wave explosions again and again. The thick and sticky smoke almost suffocated them.
They were like fish out of water, with their mouths enlarged and gasping for fresh air.
The entire mountain range was covered with huge craters, and the sparse vegetation was wiped out by the indiscriminate bombardment. The bare mountains were exposed with scorched earth.
Yang Ling and the others didn't know how long the Japanese bombardment lasted. When they woke up from the dizzy roar, the deafening explosion had stopped.
First Battalion Commander Lu Xing, whose military uniform was torn by explosions, staggered to his feet and dug out of the tunnel that was half-covered due to the collapse.
He saw that the fortifications and trenches they had built had been changed by the indiscriminate bombing of the Japs. There were scorched earth and rotten wood everywhere. In the distance, under the blood-red rising sun, the murderous Japs were rushing toward them crazily.
Lu Xing turned around with his hoarse throat and shouted: "Get ready to fight!!"
The gray-headed brothers pulled out the blasted wood and crawled out of the tunnel like blackened mud monkeys from the bunker. The bare mountains were once again filled with life and vitality.
"Teng Teng Teng——"
The heavy machine gunner, whose head was wrapped in thick blood-soaked gauze, held the trigger tightly with both hands. Amidst the fierce roar of the machine gun, the bullet swept out a fan.
The little devils within the shooting range were covered in dazzling blood mist, and they rolled and fell to the ground in groups. The seriously injured little devils screamed and twitched in pain on the ground.
"Bang, bang, bang -" The brothers didn't need the officers' instructions. They saw the little devil rushing towards him crazily, loading the gun with a clatter, and pulling the trigger.
The scorching bullets jumped out quickly with a roar that ripped through the air. Although the trajectory of the bullets could not be seen in the daytime, the smoke from the muzzle quickly covered the position.
The little Japs twitching and moaning on the ground soon turned into bloody corpses, while the machine gunners who fired fiercely were blown to pieces in the rumbling explosions.
Thick black gunpowder smoke flowed low on the mountains, and the deadly bullets, with a sharp whistling sound, penetrated the gunpowder smoke horizontally and vertically, shattered the skull, and penetrated the chest...
The bright and dazzling blood surged everywhere, and the smell of blood in the air became thicker and almost suffocating. The brothers were constantly blown away and thrown high into the air.
Some brothers were hit head-on by artillery shells, half of their bodies exploded into pieces of flesh and bones in an instant as if they were haunted, and the other half of their bodies, bleeding, slipped crookedly in the trench.
The sound of gunfire intertwined with the music of death. The brothers, covered in gunpowder and blood, gritted their teeth and kept pushing and loading bullets, shooting angry bullets until they were shot and fell.
The Japs' light and heavy machine guns kept pouring ammunition towards the defenders' positions, and grenade launchers kept bombarding them. The positions exploded with smoke and gunfire, and every explosion left no bones within a few meters of the surrounding area.
Under the cover of ferocious firepower, the little Japanese infantrymen charged wildly. With the spirit of Bushido instilled in their heads, they rushed up regardless of casualties.
The brothers desperately tried to suppress the little Japs, but the number of Japs in front of the position was getting more and more, and there were fewer and fewer brothers fighting side by side with them.
"Bullets! Give me bullets!" A brother clicked and his rifle was empty. He tried to touch his bullet bag but it was already empty. He shouted hurriedly to the left and right.
But when he looked around, all the brothers within ten meters to the left and right were turned into slumped and bleeding corpses. The gunshots of resistance in the distance also taunted. He suddenly felt a trace of fear and was a little scared.
"Kill Gaigai!" The crazy and ferocious Japanese had already rushed over with their bayonets pointed out. Their faces were ugly and repulsive, and their bloodthirsty fanaticism was horrifying.
"You little brat who fucked your grandma! Come on! Come on!"
This brother looked at his brothers who had fallen to the ground, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He picked up the Czech light machine gun stained with sticky blood, jumped into the trench, and roared almost madly.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-"
Crazy bullets swept towards the little devils who were charging forward. The bullets like raindrops penetrated the little devils' chests and tore their bodies into pieces. They staggered and fell one by one into a pool of blood.
His face was full of reluctance.
"Boom!" A grenade exploded next to this brother, and the explosive fragments flying wildly embedded in his body, and he felt pain.
He was hit hard by the shock wave and flew backwards, falling on the charred trench wall. His whole body was in pain as if it was falling apart. He struggled to get up.
But a little Jaap had already jumped into the trench with his bayonet pointed out, and with a pop, the sharp bayonet had been stabbed into his chest.
The little Japs pulled out the bayonet and stabbed it hard, pinning the brother to the ground.
The crazy little devils jumped into the trenches like a tide and broke into the front line. The remaining brothers, who were already exhausted, were shot down by these little devils and stabbed to death with bayonets.
Blood was flying in the wind, and in the thick black smoke, there were little devils with blood-red eyes everywhere.
The first battalion commander, Lu Xing, wielded a machete and swung a kid away, but he was also kicked to the ground heavily by another kid.
Facing such a strong little devil, Lu Xing was pinned to the ground, and the aura of death enveloped him.
"Bang bang——"
"Da da da--"
A new force rushed down the hillside like a tiger descending the mountain, shouting shocking slogans. The leader was the second battalion commander Chen Ming.
More than twenty tough little Japs killed their opponents with one blow, and charged forward with their bayonets dripping with blood, howling.
But in an instant, he rolled back with blood flowing violently. Facing more than two hundred brothers who were like wolves and tigers, these Japanese who broke into the position were killed and retreated, and they were unable to stabilize their position.
"Steady! Steady!" A Japanese lieutenant waved his saber and slashed at the rushing Chinese soldiers, trying to stabilize the formation, but was then chopped into pieces by four or five sharp knives.
The Japanese who broke into the front line of the defenders were driven out again before they could gain a foothold. They retreated in embarrassment, facing locust-like bullets behind them, and died all the way.