"Brothers, come with me!" the regiment leader Li Zhong roared, puffing out his chest and rushing forward to face the flying bullets, looking forward to death.
"Kill the devil!"
In the smoke of the explosion, the withered bodies burst out with unprecedented courage. They knew that rushing forward would lead to death, but they had no choice but to rush upward, using roars to cover up their inner fears.
The Japanese soldiers were lying in the trenches and bunkers, constantly pulling the bolts of their guns and shooting. The bullets intertwined a dense fire net in front of the position. The bodies of any charging soldiers who touched this fire net were beaten into sieves, and their blood was
Strong wind.
Yang Ling turned around and watched the soldiers running into the enemy's fire net one after another. One after another, they were shot and fell to the ground. He punched the mud angrily. Why charge now?! Why don't they wait for their death squads to take away the enemy's heavy weapons?
Charge again with more firepower?!
But now there were gunshots and roars everywhere, and the explosions kicked off large pieces of earth and rocks and hit the body. No one could answer Yang Ling's question, only the screams of death.
"Throw all the grenades out for me!" Yang Ling was yelling. He was very angry. They could obviously reduce casualties. Even if they waited for three more minutes, no, two minutes, they could kill the Japs' heavy firepower, but the troops had to charge now.
, disrupting their rhythm.
Lao Yanqiang kept wrapping the grenades in his hands, tied them into a bundle, supported the ground with one hand, and then threw them hard into the Japanese trenches.
The destructive power of the explosion of four or five grenades was astonishing. With a muffled bang, the powerful air waves mixed with sharp shrapnel swayed in all directions, tearing everything along the way to pieces. The Japanese soldiers lying in the trench and shooting were the first to bear the brunt.
, was immediately swept away, causing heavy casualties.
The gravel and soil splashed everywhere covered the suicide squads. The troops behind them had already rushed up. They must have the courage to die and create a passage out.
The suicide squads ran forward in the rain of bullets, throwing grenades with all their strength. The flash of explosions reflected their bodies that were shaking wildly from the bullets, and the blood was dazzling.
Li Mazi lay on the ground and watched the death squads rushing forward one by one, and then being hit by the Japanese bullets and fell to the ground. His hand holding the rifle was shaking, and his legs were a little weak, and he couldn't stand even while standing.
He couldn't get up, and in the end he just lay on the ground holding his head, as if he wanted to bury his head in the soil and never come out.
Luo Dayong strode forward with a Czech light machine gun in his arms. The muzzle of the machine gun kept spitting out tongues of fire. The bullets beat the blood of the Japanese who were rushing towards him. They fell to the ground in pieces. He heard
The devil's roar.
Bang!
A smoking melon grenade exploded next to Luo Dayong. His strong body was immediately thrown away by the air wave and hit the trench heavily. His brain was roaring and he felt the excruciating pain in his body.
The death squads continued to charge forward, smashing grenades one after another. The Japanese positions rumbled and were shrouded in smoke. Many Japanese soldiers were blown away. Facing such a powerful bombing, they were suddenly confused.
, all lying on the ground, their helmets clanking with flying gravel and shrapnel.
It was precisely because of this burst of grenade bombardment that the fire network in front of the Japs' position suddenly stopped. The charging troops took advantage of this gap and rushed into the Japs' first trench. However, there were almost no living Japs in the first trench.
, and their machine guns had long been blown to pieces.
Yang Ling continued to run forward, the cold wind whistling beside his ears. As he ran, he threw grenades one after another at the enemy's fire points. The precise bombing caused the enemy machine guns that were pouring bullets to misfire continuously.
The bullets grazed Yang Ling's scalp and flew around. He threw the last bullet into the Japanese trench, and his body was already rolling towards the trench next to him. The dense bullets passed over the trench, like a wave of fire in the dark night.
The shooting stars in the sky are beautiful and fleeting.
The charging troops had already rushed into the Japs' position. Amidst the smoke of the explosion, the Japs had already come forward with their bayonets pointed out. They were like two wild bulls, slamming into each other, making the sound of bayonets piercing flesh.
It sounded one after another, which was particularly frightening in the cold dark night.
Seeing the troops rushing in along the passage they blasted, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were some losses due to the connection, this was war and losses were inevitable. Since he chose to pick up the gun, he had already
Be prepared to die at any time.
The position was full of swaying figures, and there were roars and fights everywhere. This was a cruel hand-to-hand combat. When we met on a narrow road, it was either you or me who would die. Everyone used all their strength to put the other to death, bayonets in sight.
Bloody, deadly swords, no reservations.
Luo Dayong was stunned by the explosion. He staggered out of the trench and saw that soldiers from both sides were strangled together. Before he knew it, a ferocious Japanese soldier had thrown him to the ground.
"I'm going to kill your grandma!" The cold-glow bayonet pierced Luo Dayong's body. The severe pain woke him up. He cursed loudly, kicked the Japanese who was pressed against him and flew away, and then a vicious
The wolf is earthy, strong and well pressed down.
The Japanese soldier was knocked unconscious and before he could react, Luo Dayong snatched the bayonet from the Japanese soldier's hand and stabbed it in hard. He didn't care that the blood on his chest dyed his uniform red, and he kept stabbing the Japanese soldier's body.
After being stabbed fifteen times, the Japanese was already dead, and he leaned against the trench and gasped for air.
Yang Ling struggled with a Japanese soldier whose head was bleeding. Faced with this Japanese soldier who was as ferocious as a wounded beast, Yang Ling almost capsized in the ditch, but he pinched the Japanese soldier's neck with his backhand and crushed his Adam's apple.
The three Japanese soldiers ferociously surrounded the regiment leader Li Zhong. Li Zhong roared angrily, and his body continued to receive more scars. Several soldiers who came to help were stabbed to death by the Japanese.
Seeing that the regiment leader Li Zhong was in danger, Lao Yanqiang rushed forward with his rickety body, and the butt of his gun hit the Japs helmet hard, knocking a Japs to the ground, but his
The Japanese stabbed him in the lower ribs, and he rolled in the trench in pain while covering the wound.
In the cold night, with the hot blood blowing in the wind, all the Japanese soldiers in the first and second trenches were wiped out in just a few minutes by these fiercely charging Chinese officers and soldiers, and the Japanese reinforcements were densely packed.
are swooping towards this side.
"Kill Gaigai!" the Japanese lieutenant raised his saber and shouted towards the melee position. Behind him were countless Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets.
boom!
A blood arrow shot out from the head of the Japanese lieutenant, and he fell straight down in the mud pit with the saber in hand. In the darkness in the distance, Luo Ziqiang, who liked to use cold guns, was lying on the pile of dead people, pulling the bolt of the gun to eject the shell, and then fired again.
After loading the ammunition, he moved the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at a Japanese machine gunner.