The blood stained the black soil under me red, and the air was filled with the smell of iron blood, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, which was pungent and disgusting.

There were only three people left in the trenches. More than ten minutes ago, there was a platoon of soldiers stationed here. Now the platoon leader has died, the squad leader has died, and most of them have died.

The body was lying in the trench...

That tragic situation will never be forgotten in this life if you see it.

Fighting makes the recruits mature quickly, fear does not allow them to save their lives. Only by fighting for life will there be hope for survival.

On the battlefield, brave people can survive, and cowardly people can only be worthy of stepping on the mud, and eventually they will become a pile of mud.

The old hunch is not a real hunch, but he is used to bending down when walking. He is a veteran of the 95th Division and has followed the troops to fight most of China.

After more than ten years of war, he was already a veteran. However, this was the first time he had such a tragic battle. He used to be smiling, and then he sat upright on the ground, sucking the pipe rod in his hand, and his hands covered with calluses seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.

There was no longer the happy smile of the past on his face, and he understood that maybe he couldn't escape this time.

"The Japanese are here..."

This sound was like a death talisman, and it was transmitted into the ears of the three people on the position.

I poked my head out and saw a group of Japanese soldiers in combat formations holding guns and climbing up with their backs, and the blood on the bayonet had not been wiped clean.

"Xiaozi, how many bullets are there?" The old tumbler put the pipe pole on the sole of the almost worn rubber shoe, and asked twice.

"There are seventeen more times." The tender voice replied.

"Where is the grenade?"

"Seven or eight."

"Big man, are you okay?" The third person on the position who could breathe was a machine gunner with his legs broken. He lay behind the bunker, with his shoulder against the butt, gritting his teeth and trying hard to open his eyes.

He didn't dare to close it, because he was afraid that once he closed it, he would never open it again. He put his finger on the gun and forgot the pain on his body.

There are only two magazines left, and you will be completely relieved after the fight!

"I can't die!"

"Haha, if you can't die, just fight with the little Japanese devil!" The old tumbler suddenly laughed. He had eaten and seen him in his life. The only regret was that he could not leave a root for his family. He could not settle down even if he traveled around the world. If he couldn't do this in his life, then let's do it for the next life.

"Old hunch, please give me a few sips of that cigarette?"

"Don't you think my dry tobacco hurts my throat?" the old tuft asked strangely.

"Anyway, I'm going to die, it doesn't matter whether my throat is necessary!" the big man said gritting his teeth.

"Wait, I'll order you..." The old tuft smiled, picked up the pipe pole, put it in the bags of the eyes, and filled the remaining little tobacco leaves.

"Old rabbit, the Japanese are coming..."

"Xiaozi, if you don't know how to call me, don't call me. My name is Lao Tuozi, not an old rabbit!" Lao Tuozi cursed. He hated others calling him "Old Rabbit" the most. When did he become the "Rabbit Master" who was drilling into a woman's crotch in the fun.

Here comes!

The big man couldn't wait for the old hunch's dry tobacco. The Czech light machine gun in his hand began to hold the fire. He shot at the front and rushed to the front. The Japanese soldier in his chest instantly opened.

The Japanese soldiers behind them were so scared that they fell down quickly, and quickly looked for cover and built counterattack positions. Their responses were quick and well-trained.

Dongdong...

The Japanese counterattack came, with a mortar, three rapid fires flying towards the three people on the position. The big man didn't move, he couldn't move.

The old hunch held down Xiaoyazi and the shell exploded several meters behind them.

The soil fell on the three of them like rain, almost completely burying them.

There was no sound on the position in an instant.

The Japanese took advantage of this time and suddenly launched a charge. Only elite veterans could do this. Where did the new recruits have this awareness?

The big man shook the soil on his head, and saw that the Japanese had rushed up, less than twenty or thirty meters away from him, so he hesitated and pulled the trigger suddenly!

What the Japanese soldiers who originally thought they would eliminate the Chinese soldiers on the position did not expect was that there were living people on the position, and the bullets continued, and the seven or eight Japanese soldiers who rushed to the front fell down like rolling gourds.

The old hunch and the thin kid also drilled out of the soil, touched the grenade on their hands, pulled the lead, and threw it out with great effort.

Boom, boom!

Two loud bangs came, and the grenades fell into the charge of the Japanese battle queue.

A Japanese soldier was blown up in the air, and several people were thrown away by the explosion of the air waves, with at least five or six casualties.

Have fun, kill one and earn one if you can earn one!

The old tuft glanced at his Hanyang Zao who had followed him for many years. Although the rifle had long been smoothed out and the troops also distributed the latest official to him, he just didn't want to. He said that he was nostalgic, and this Hanyang Zao who had followed him for many years was his lucky gun. With it, he almost died and lived many times, but he never changed it.

"Old...rabbit..."

"Big man, what do you want to say?"

"Your sip of dry tobacco will be smoked in my next life..." The big man's voice became weaker and weaker. The old hunch looked up and found that the big man was lying on the position and was already dead. It turned out that the Japanese shell exploded just now, and a shrapnel wedged directly into his back.

He endured the pain and gave the Japanese a last blow before he died.

"Big man!" The old tufter was about to break his eyes. At this moment, he was crying. The big man didn't talk much, but he was watching him and saved him. Otherwise, why would there be only three of them left on the position? They are a famous "escape" trio.

There is also a magazine!

The old tuft didn't know where the blood came from. He left his Hanyang Zao, turned over and crawled over, held the Czech light machine gun in his hand in his arms, and replaced it with a new magazine!

"Little Japanese, I'm your grandma..."

Angry bullets ejected from the muzzle, and the old hunchzi charged at a small team of Japanese soldiers alone, majestic, like Zhao Zilong of Changshan, who killed the enemy in seven in seven out on Changbanpo!

good!

"Old rabbit!" Xi Yizi was stunned. He had never seen the old tumbler have such a brave side. He remembered that he was just a veteran who was afraid of trouble when encountering trouble and was timid.

Could it be that the night before yesterday he went to Widow Liu's house in the town...

The bullets were exhausted, and the Japanese soldiers who were stunned came back to their senses and immediately recovered their vicious faces. They rushed up with bright bayonets.

This time, the old hunch did not run back, but threw the machine gun in his hand, picked up the copper-driven tobacco pipe rod, and rushed to a Japanese soldier opposite.

"I'm broken by my head!"

This Japanese soldier was taken away by the aura of the old hunch, and he subconsciously took a step back, and his feet slipped, and his head was knocked at once.

Then, both of them rolled down.

The old tuft wanted to wave the copper pole in his hand and give the Japanese head a little, but five or six Japanese rush forward with bayonets!

Five or six bayonets pierced him through at once.

Blood came out of his mouth, and the old hunch's eyes suddenly glared as if they were copper bells, and he laughed: "Damn it, grandpa is waiting for you in the underworld!"

boom!

The old hunch sounded a grenade that had been hidden long ago on his body.

A bang!

Xi Yizi felt that his head was being hit hard, covered his head, and looked up and found that it was the old hunch's cigarette pipe rod, which was bent, but it was not broken.

Reinforcements came up, and a blue sky and red sun flag flew on the position.

In this nameless position, there was a platoon of officers and soldiers stationed in it, and only one person survived. Xiaoyazi was carried down and he was holding the pipe rod in his hand.

"Leave it to Feng'er for me!"

This is the last words of the old Turtle. Xiaoyazi heard it clearly. Feng'er was the name of the widow Liu, and the old Turtle only told him one.

...

The tenacious resistance of the Chinese army surprised Kanan Umura. He thought that with his three advantages of sea, land and air, he could completely crush the enemy in the camp.

Unexpectedly, after a fierce battle, the Japanese army only occupied the outer positions of Yingtian, the core positions were still in the hands of the Chinese, and their reinforcements seemed to be constantly arriving.

If the campfield cannot be taken down as soon as possible, then General Okamura Nishiji's strategic goal will not be achieved, and Kano Uemura is anxious.

"General Uemura, now the only way to use special means." Tsuji Masato Nobunaga suggested that he had just been transferred from the Kanto Army, and was then sent by Okamura Nishi to the Uemura Detachment as Chief of Staff.

"Masako Tsuji, do you have to?" Kano Uemura was a little hesitant. Of course, he knew what the special method mentioned by Masato Tsuji was. The Sixth Division had been used in the Xinqiang River.

However, this weapon is explicitly prohibited internationally and once used, it will inevitably be criticized by international public opinion.

"God of General, we must seize the time now. Once the Xinyun River breaks through, the Chinese army will likely retreat. If we fail to occupy Yingtian and Xinshi and cut off the retreat route of the Chinese army, then we will fail in this battle!" Tsuji Masatoshi said.

"Masako Tsuji is too pessimistic. We can completely capture Xiangcheng and defeat the Chinese army head-on!" Kanan Uemura said disapprovingly.

"His strategic purpose of Okamura Yasuji is to eliminate the vitality of the Chinese army and achieve the goal of promoting peace through war rather than occupation, do you understand?" said Masato Tsuji.

"Tsujimasa-kun..."

boom!

Just as Gan Nan of Umura was about to continue speaking, a sudden loud bang came, and the warship on which he was riding shook, interrupting his head.

"What's going on? Where's the explosion?"

"Report to the general, it is the direction of the Zhouqiao troops. They were raided by the Chinese army and suffered heavy losses!" A series of explosions came, and a Japanese major rushed in and reported.

"Nani, the Zhouqiao troops?" Gannan Shangmura was shocked. Once the Zhouqiao troops were damaged, they would inevitably delay his subsequent offensive efficiency.
Chapter completed!