Thick thick smoke washed away and flowed, the blazing flames burned the air, and the smell of burnt corpses was nauseating.
Zhang Handuo, the commander of the regiment with a muddy face, stood in the simple command post, holding a telescope and looking at the battlefield where people were shouting to kill Zhentian, and he also became fanatical.
"Okay! I just want to kill the little devil hard, hard!" The corners of Zhang Handuo's mouth were as dry as thick calluses, and the words coming out of his mouth became murderous.
Yang Ling's eyes passed through the front line of the main trenches where corpses were strewn with corpses. He saw hundreds of little Japs being beaten and retreating in embarrassment. He had to give a good word to these brothers who were fighting for their lives.
In the past, when faced with the elite troops of the Japs, the numerically superior Chinese army collapsed like sand, losing countless cities and handing over large tracts of land to the Japs.
The brutal war and dripping blood finally allowed the brothers to grow up, and they became as fierce as the little devils. They would never let the little devils do as they pleased on the Chinese land again.
They are worthy of being a heroic Chinese army, and they are worthy of their military uniforms. They can also beat the little Japanese until they are scared to death.
"Let the brothers withdraw." Seeing the brothers driving the Japs out of the position, Yang Ling was worried that the brothers would suffer losses and suggested to the regiment leader Zhang Handuo.
Although Zhang Handuo was happy to defeat the Japs again, he was also well aware of the Japs' insidiousness. In the past, they did not know the depth and would pursue the defeated Japs.
Finally, he ran headlong into the range of the Japs' sniper fire. Facing the violent rain of bullets all around, the brothers suffered heavy casualties.
How many hot-blooded men died in vain on the road of pursuit, so they turned around and ordered: "Let the brothers withdraw and stop chasing."
The disgraced orderly soldier hurriedly turned around to call the frontline trenches, but before the call could be made, the overwhelming shells hit him head and face again.
The brothers with red eyes suddenly felt something bad when they heard a sharp whistle in the air. They turned around and ran back in embarrassment amidst the officer's low curses.
But their legs could not outrun the enemy's shells. Many brothers screamed and were thrown high into the sky. The sky was filled with black and red blood mist.
A large area of the brothers was blown up. They were driven back by the Japanese shells and threw themselves into the trenches like dumplings. The gravel and flesh mixed with the shock wave also poured into the trenches.
The Japanese also spent a lot of money, and their two ferocious attacks were repulsed. This time the bombardment was angry and roaring, and it seemed that it would not stop until the mountains were blown to pieces.
The brothers who were still alive got into the tunnel one after another, breathing heavily, looking at each other's colorful cheeks covered in blood and mud, and grinning.
With the tunnel that Yang Ling ordered them to dig, even if the Japs blow up the outside, they will remain unscathed, hoping that the Japs will waste ammunition.
The Japs' artillery fire once again carried out carpet bombardment on the mountains. The fierce artillery fire was really like plowing the courtyard to sweep holes, and the entire mountain range was shaken to the point of collapse.
The brothers hid in the tunnel and listened to the deafening sound of cannons outside. They laughed and fought and it didn't look like they were on a cruel battlefield. However, the stench of the exploded corpses outside made them curse outside from time to time.
The Japanese commander Ono Ichiro had already lost hundreds of elite soldiers. Looking at the almost bare mountains that had been blasted into scorched earth, his expression was as gloomy as water.
"Your Excellency, Captain, the Chinese dug tunnels in the mountains, and they all got into the tunnels."
The Japanese Lieutenant, whose head was wrapped in thick blood-red gauze, stood upright in front of Ono Ichiro, pointing at the mountains that were constantly rising from explosion smoke and gritting his teeth in hatred.
The troops he led almost attacked twice, but those cunning Chinese soldiers always emerged from the ground like ghosts and defeated them, which made him feel aggrieved and angry.
After hearing the lieutenant's report, Ono Ichiro finally understood why the blanket of artillery fire had blown the vegetation on the hilltop to pieces, but the Chinese defenders still maintained strong combat effectiveness.
Looking at the garrison position with the roar of artillery fire, Ono Ichiro's face was full of ferocious madness: "Give me the order to bombard with special ammunition!"
"Your Excellency, Captain...do you really want to change the special ammunition?" After hearing Ichiro Ono's order, the lieutenant was obviously stunned, and then confirmed again.
As an experienced officer, the lieutenant clearly knows the power of special bombs. If only a few are fired at the mountain, the entire mountain will turn into a prison of death, let alone the Chinese soldiers hiding in the underground tunnels.
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Ono Ichiro was angered by the heavy casualties. He wanted to take the most violent revenge on the Chinese soldiers guarding the mountains: "Execute the order!"
"Hi Yi!" The lieutenant bowed his head heavily, looking at the burning mountain top with bloodthirsty fanaticism on his face. He knew that the Chinese people were doomed.
"Boom-boom--"
Soon, special artillery shells roared and smashed into the mountains covered with scorched earth, but this time there was no earth-shattering explosion.
The shells that landed on the ground were like stink bombs, rolling down in the trenches, and thick, thick yellow smoke began to rise among the corpses.
"Have the Japanese artillery stopped?" Second Battalion Commander Chen Ming's ears roared and he suffered temporary deafness. He shook the brother next to him and asked loudly.
The brother next to him glanced outside and said loudly: "It seems to have stopped!"
Chen Ming stood up holding the shell gun and roared: "Brothers, get out and prepare to fight!"
The brothers have already mastered the Japanese's dull offensive tactics, which is to bombard with artillery, charge with infantry, retreat with infantry, and then bombard with artillery.
Although the Japs' tactics are rigid, the Chinese army with inferior equipment often cannot withstand a few rounds and will collapse due to huge casualties. This is also the reason why the Japs are unscrupulous on Chinese soil.
The Chinese army shoulders the responsibility of defending the country. Most of the time, it needs to cover the evacuation of the people and defend the city. Every inch of land must be defended. This provides opportunities for the little devils to implement this tactic. This is why the Chinese army is always in a passive defense and
The state of defeat.
The surviving brothers climbed out of the tunnel again amidst the shouts of the officers. When preparing to fight, they also discovered the yellow smoke filling the position.
"Cough cough -" Some brothers came close to the smoke and felt their throats were extremely dry. They covered their necks and coughed violently.
Soon more brothers were enveloped in the diffuse smoke, and each one twitched and rolled on the ground. They looked like they were possessed, clasping their faces and eyes, coughing out black blood...
"Back off! I'll step back, this smoke is weird!"
The brothers had never encountered this kind of situation in previous battles. Battalion Commander Chen Ming looked at the smoke coming over and led the brothers to turn around and run towards the top of the mountain, hoping to escape from the demonic smoke screen.
But the smoke filled the air quickly, and the running brothers kept falling down like wooden stakes. Chen Ming turned around and saw that many brothers' faces began to fester, and black blood flowed from their eyes. He felt his scalp numb.
Yang Ling and the others had been paying attention to the battlefield ahead. After the Japanese bombardment ended, they immediately came out to prepare to command the battle.
Because they were standing close to the top of the mountain, the smoke had not yet filled the air. When he saw the brothers who kept falling down in the smoke, Yang Ling's expression changed wildly.
"Damn it, it's the little devil's poisonous gas!" Yang Ling angrily punched the ammunition box.
"Quick, everyone wet the strips with wet cloths, don't inhale the yellow smoke!" Yang Ling also became anxious and shouted at the messenger who was standing next to him.
Lao Yanqiang heard Yang Ling's cry and saw the brothers over there falling down one by one in the smoke, twitching and screaming in pain. The tragic situation made him shudder.
The brothers were in a panic, and they untied the kettles and poured water. Some people poured water to cool down machine guns on themselves, and some brothers began to take off their pants to urinate.