It was completely dark, and in the watchtowers on both sides of the Winged Valley, two woodpeckers and crooked handles were in full swing, crossing, spitting out red blue tongues of fire, surging, and driving the remaining Japanese soldiers to the entrance of the Winged Valley.

Looking at the bottom of the valley with more than a dozen devils left to break through, Wu Zhonghua's face looked hideous in the reflection of the war, and he couldn't wait to dump all the shells of the 92 infantry guns into the bottom of the winged valley.

The repression of the soldiers for many years was all released at this moment, and everyone roared, hideous, laughing wildly, unscrupulously like a group of tyrants, high above, throwing bullets, grenades, shells to the bottom.

Dripping with joy!

Under this brutal, almost blind blow, the number of Japanese soldiers continued to dwindle, and people continued to fall along the way, and by the time they approached the entrance to the valley, only eight men remained.

When the eight devils were still more than ten meters away from the entrance of the Winged Valley, three crooked handles and more than a dozen rifles suddenly appeared after the improvised fortifications, and the muzzles of the guns sprayed purple-blue poisonous tongues, which looked terrible in the dark night, and the grenades flew like locusts in the sky, destroying everything everywhere they went, and instantly despairing the hearts of the eight Japanese soldiers.

A minute later, all eight people themselves fell, and all the guns and grenades immediately stopped, and there was a constant wail from the bottom of the valley, and in the silent darkness, it was like the terrible sound of a beast before death, and it was terrifying.

The searchlights on the lookout forts on both sides of the valley lit up as bright as day, shining towards the place where the wailing sounded out.

Standing on the edge of the valley, looking at the bottom of the valley illuminated by the searchlight, Yan Zhi once again felt the cruelty on the battlefield.

When the searchlight stopped at a Japanese soldier whose legs had been blown off by a grenade, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he let out a beast-like wail, instead of crawling out of the deep grass, the soldier struggled to raise his gun, pulled the trigger with difficulty, and fired into the sky. As soon as the gunshots rang out, the rifles on both sides of the valley rang out, and the Chinese soldiers shot at him together, and under the huge impact of the 38 big cover, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and his body seemed to be dancing on the grass. After two breaths, the gunfire stopped, and a puddle of bloody rotten flesh lay on the ground.

Looking at the pile of muddy stumps under the searchlight, the blood stained the grass around him red, Yan Zhi hugged his stomach, pretended to be urgent, and quickly ran to a lush grass to squat down, vomiting heavily. He killed countless people before he crossed over, but the level of bloodiness was completely pediatric compared to the scene just now.

Watching Major Yan disappear into the grass, Fan Xiaosi looked at Zhao Fuguo, who was also confused, and said softly: "Chief Yan, where is this singing?" ”

Zhao Fuguo glanced at Fan Xiaosi and smiled evilly: "Don't you have a loose stomach?" ”

Yan Zhi slapped himself twice to clear his mind, shook his head a few more times, stabilized the urge to vomit again, tidied up his military hat and uniform, and then calmly came out of the grass. I looked at my watch, and annihilated this devil squad, it took nine minutes, and in ten minutes at most, another reinforcement team of devils was about to arrive. He asked Fan Xiaosi to call the soldiers to gather all the remaining ammunition and food and destroy them, and then quickly leave the battlefield to avoid being bitten by the reinforced devils.

Zhao Fuguo stood in the dark and shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers, the chief asked, are there any casualties. ”

If there is no answer, it means that there are no casualties in the brothers.

The morale of the Chinese soldiers is unprecedentedly high, and this battle is too damn relieving.

The soldiers lay on their stomachs in the grass on both sides of the Winged Valley, not showing their heads. Speaking at this time, it is easy to become a target for some pretending to be dead. The devil is known to be ferocious to the world, and on battlefields all over the country, there are many examples of devils pulling people's backs before they die.

After a while, a safety gesture came from the lookout. Danger lifted.

"Sir!" Xu Zheyou ran up from the bottom of the valley, rolled up his sleeves to wipe the sweat with the smell of gunpowder on his face, and said to Yan Zhi, "Sir, there is still a child left at the bottom of the valley, do you want to kill it?" ”

Yan Zhi's eyes flashed in front of the juvenile Japanese soldier whose body was not yet fully developed, who didn't care about picking up a steel helmet, holding a gun, crawling towards the edge of the valley, his face full of tears, and panicking and naïve.

"Kill!"

Yan Zhi said very firmly, but his fingertips were secretly trembling, "Since he picked up a gun and came to our land, he is our enemy, and it is not necessary to be merciful to treat enemies." ”

Xu Zheyou was carrying a Zhongzheng rifle on his back, holding a 38 cover in his hand, and his waist was full of grenades and magazines, where did he look like he was here to kill devils, seeing that he was here to clean up this one, he hesitated and said: "Can it ...... The brothers couldn't do it. ”

Yan Zhi walked to the bottom, he was glad that he had vomited just now.

The bottom of the valley was full of stumps and broken arms of the Japanese army, and the shattered internal organs were scattered on the grass layer, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the broken intestines blasted out of the human body by the ferocious power of the 'woodpecker' meandered in the grass layer, and on the thorns, like reddish-purple poisonous snakes.

Several corpses of Japanese soldiers who had been brutalized by Type 92 infantry artillery had long been unrecognizable, in various postures in the grass layer, some of the heads were only half left, hanging around their necks, and the other half had long since disappeared, and the gray brains and blood were still dripping, which reminded Yan Zhi of tofu brains.

Some of the corpses were cut off by the power of the 92nd infantry artillery, and their internal organs were scattered everywhere, with blood staining rocks and grass.

There are also several corpses, under the double ravages of artillery fire and woodpeckers, directly turned into tofu dregs, mixed together, unable to distinguish.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the entire Winged Valley, the artillery pits left by the 92 infantry guns were dense, and the grass was full of bullet casings, which showed that the little devil did not plan to be captured before he died in battle.

There was an unrecognizable corpse lying in a gun pit, the 38 lid was broken into several pieces, and a bloody palm was still attached to the trigger, if it were not for the corpse with the mutilated military uniform of the Japanese army, no one could not identify at a glance, whether it was a human corpse or an animal corpse. The body was supposed to have been killed by a grenade while hiding in a crater. He only knew that the shells would not fall in the same place repeatedly, but he did not think that the grenades could.

A corpse lay on the grass, with a wound the size of a football in its back, flesh and blood blurred, white bones, and still gurgling blood. This wound must have been caused by a bullet fired from a rifle. The power of the 38 cover is far greater than that of the Zhongzheng rifle, and in such a short distance, it can directly pass through the human body and rarely cause such a large trauma.

In the anti-Japanese drama, there are some positive characters who can fight tenaciously after being shot, all of which deceive the ignorant audience. On the real battlefield, if you are shot in any part of the human body, you will almost immediately lose your combat effectiveness.

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It's been so long since this book was finished in a hurry, and there are still readers collecting it every day, which is very moving.