"You are an immortal, and the turtle son wants it! This is the right one, wait and follow Lao Tzu to climb down the Japanese turtle son! Hu Laosan smiled and looked at the lame five.

Today, the 82nd Regiment transferred two American-style "Bazooka" rocket launchers and three M2 *****. Obviously, they wanted to uproot the Japanese bunkers that were crossfired. When the brothers in the lame five and the company finally rushed through the barbed wire fence and approached the front of the devil's position, one fortress after another came to life, spewing out long tongues of fire.

"Brothers, fight with the devil! There are no bad seeds in the 82nd regiment, there are so many eyes watching under the mountain! After taking the position of this dog day, I will send you money when I turn around, and the two big boxes I just received are waiting for you to get them! Captain Huang roared.

When the "Bazooka" rocket launcher hit the bunker, the lame five were completely dumbfounded, and the fortifications built by the devils could not be destroyed no matter how they bombed and fought, but they were suddenly made by this bazooka with a big hole in smoke and fire, and after the dull explosion, there was no movement inside. Several bunkers were taken off in a row, and the firepower net was finally torn apart, and Hu Laosan and others jumped into the devil's trench first. For the first time, the lame five entered the center of the strangulation zone without anyone else rushing to him. He felt himself being filled with anger and a terrible desire for revenge, an emotion that made him tremble all over, and his whole body was instinctively carried forward before his brain had previously directed his body.

The 82nd Regiment Charge Front slowly infiltrated the Japanese position like mercury, and some people thought of a way to set up a small cannon and use it as a bazooka to shoot flat, and the effect was really good, and some brothers tied their hands into bundles, crawled to the edge of the bunker, and quickly pulled the string and stuffed it into the muzzle of the machine gun. The crossfire formed by the bunker group was gradually destroyed, more and more Japanese fortifications were crumbled, and the lame five followed into the trench and fired two shots indiscriminately in the sound of killing, a devil who had just turned out staggered, was shot in the chest and abdomen, but still rushed towards him with a bayonet, he hurriedly pulled the bolt of the gun and fired another shot, only to see the other party fall down like a cramp.

This is the first time he has consciously killed someone, which is completely different from the last time he accidentally hit and bumped into it, looking at the hideous expression of the dead devil, he couldn't help but want to vomit a little, and his heart was pounding. Hu Laosan smiled at him, gave him an appreciative look, and then went straight to the front to kill.

"Flamethrower ready, go up and burn the fuck for Lao Tzu!" While observing the position ahead, Regiment Commander Huang gave an order and ordered the reserves to press.

The bloody battles in the past few days have made him physically and mentally exhausted, but he has touched a lot of doorways. The devil's fortifications can be regarded as building an iron wall on Songshan, and now they can only rely on this method of fixed-point elimination to open the way. In the front position, dozens of machine guns of the devils put on a huge formation, and if you want to go up to get the dark fort, you must first rush through the fire blockade, that is to say, you have to hand over how many lives you have to go out first.

Of course, Commander Huang knows his subordinates, take Hu Laosan as an example, there is only a chance of victory, and they dare to fight hard, but if they encounter a completely hopeless battle, I am afraid that there will be deserters. In fact, this mentality is not difficult to understand, whose life is not fate, no matter how deep the hatred for the devil is, it does not mean that he knows that he is sent to death, and he is still indomitable, only with the hope of victory can he have morale, and with morale, this battle can be fought well, of course Commander Huang knows which link is the most important.

Once used, the ***** carried by the engineer unit is more terrifying than the lethality of the bazooka, this guy is just relatively heavier, and the controller also needs to bring an assistant with a fuel bottle on his back, and the two of them act together. Generally within thirty or forty meters, if the wind direction is favorable, the aim must be effective, but the movement process of this thing is relatively slow, not as mobile as the bazooka.

Crippled Five watched as the two Pyrotechs were beaten into a sieve by the Devil Heavy because of their slow movements and lack of cover, and the fuel cylinders burst open and were burned in two instants, leaving no bones left. The other group of people successfully touched the edge of a large bunker, and after the enemy's fire country was attracted, a very long fire dragon erupted when it was connected to the fuel pipe, and the inside of the bunker suddenly became full of scorching smoke, and the devil cried and shouted for his mother, and when the upper bunker burned down, a few fiery guys came out of the lower layer and wanted to escape, and they were immediately cleaned up by the soldiers outside with a shot.

This time the devil did not expect the Chinese to attack so resolutely this time. It's like the man-eating ants in the African bush gather into a giant ant ball when they cross a river, and they drown against the outer layer to save the large army inside...... Now the 82nd Regiment is showing this momentum of fearless sacrifice. There are even soldiers with their hands tied all over their bodies, after the mouth of the bunker was blown open, they directly pulled the string and drilled in, and died with the devils inside.

The pride and strength of the garrison in their bones were gradually affected by this crazy attack. From the very beginning, they fought with the belief that they would die, and now that their positions had been broken through, and the bazookas and ***** were almost indestructible, the devils who jumped out of the bunkers in a tense situation were jumping out one after another, although they were inferior in numbers, they still rushed into the trenches with their bright bayonets, and fought with the Chinese soldiers in a bloody battle desperately.

After shooting a group of devils, the enemy and us all mixed together, all kinds of heavy weapons stopped attacking, machine guns could no longer strafe, and only the sound of cold guns and shouts of killing remained on the position. Before the lame five could react, he was also involved in the fight all of a sudden, and the bayonet that Leng Buding stabbed obliquely almost killed him on the spot, the sharp tip pierced the flesh and skin, and the devil suddenly fell to the side, and the bayonet pulled a hole horizontally behind the lame five's waist. Lame Wu looked back, and after Liu Mazi showed a lewd smile in the back, he went somewhere else.

When Cripple Wu found Hu Laosan, he was almost unrecognizable, only to see that he was covered in blood and looked extremely hideous. Several Japanese soldiers were surrounding him and fighting with Tietou with bayonets, the sound of guns clattering, and the lame Wuyi gritted his teeth and rushed forward, and before he got to the place, he heard Hu Laosan shouting in a low voice, and the rifle in his hand stabbed the devil in front of Tietou. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the iron head also rushed a few steps, and a shot pierced the chest of the devil next to him, who was also fierce, pinching the bayonet embedded in the ribs, blood flowed between his fingers, but he shouted something in his mouth.

The lame five hadn't arrived yet, and the devils here were already lying on the ground, and the iron head was really an iron head, and the two devils who were hit by him had their skulls shattered and died.