The reality is brutal.

There was a bloody storm at the bottom of the winged valley, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and everywhere there were internal organs that had been blown into cotton wool by the 92 infantry artillery, which was unbearable to see.

Although the atrocities of the "Woodpecker" were not as powerful as the 92 Infantry Cannon, its slightly inferior murderous aura was more durable than the 92 Infantry Cannon, and it could destroy the panicked hearts of the devils at the bottom of the Winged Valley.

Even if there are comrades-in-arms with broken arms and legs, covered in blood, and constantly wailing, the Japanese soldiers hiding in the grass are not as heroic as in the TV and movies, to save their injured comrades, they just cowered in the grass, and they dare not come out of the trembling, they know that hiding in the grass can catch their breath for a while, and when they go out to save people, they can only become the target of the other party. This is human nature, and no one will risk their lives to rescue their wounded comrades.

Cannonballs and bullets pulled out a line of fire stacked with phantoms at the bottom of the dark valley, just like countless spiders working together to weave a big web, mercilessly enveloping the valley floor.

When the Japanese devils realized that they could not be spared by hiding in the grass, they began to look for cover, crawled to the rocks, and fought as trapped beasts, waiting for rescue.

In fact, on the battlefield, being able to save one's life is the result of peacetime training.

If you were an ordinary person at this time, you might not lie down to find cover at all, but would be directly frightened to either stand in place as a gun target, or run around like a headless fly, becoming the target of the 38 big cover.

In this situation of absolute superiority and condescendingness, the Chinese soldiers on both sides of the Winged Valley hardly needed to defend, and stood directly on both sides of the valley, holding guns and shooting at the bottom of the valley. In the past, it was the national army that was pressed and beaten by devils, but today, the soldiers of the national army finally raised their eyebrows and could beat devils at will, which was something that they didn't dare to think about before.

You must know that on the Chinese battlefield, if you want to eliminate the devils of the two squads, the national army must invest at least one reinforced battalion, which is a real comparison of the combat strength of the two sides, without a bit of exaggeration. And in the end, the casualties of the national army far exceeded the devils.

As soon as Wu Zhonghua's cannon sounded, the loud voice of another 92 infantry gun also roared, and in just one minute, the two 92 infantry guns fired at least 20 shells at the little devil.

In every inch of land, this fly-swatting blow is devastating!

Although the gun itself is very light, the power of firing shells is a little small, but the shells weigh 3.8 kilograms, which is amazingly powerful.

Anyway, the extra ammunition and guns couldn't be brought back, so Wu Zhonghua's 92 infantry cannon roared like a tyrant, smashing the shells one by one to the bottom of the valley.

Major Yan, who experienced an artillery battle for the first time, unconsciously stretched out two fingers to block his ears.

Looking at Chief Yan plugging his ears, Zhao Fugui and Fan Xiaosi on the side were dumbfounded, looking at each other, confused and puzzled.

Yan Zhi, who will come to his senses, is not embarrassed, his face with baby fat is very calm, and he calmly makes the action of picking earwax, and then calmly pulls out his fingers, calmly flicks a few times, blows a few breaths, looks at the two, and his contemptuous eyes are full of "Do you think I am blocking my ears".

Zhao Fugui made an expression of "I see", but in fact, there was more contempt in his eyes than the major's.

Fan Xiaosi shrunk his neck, expressing his admit, but after Yan Zhi turned his face, he looked at Zhao Fugui and smiled,

Both pouted at the same time.

Yan Zhi wanted to see the kind of situation that appeared in the movie [Mine Warfare], but it was not staged at the bottom of the winged valley. In the movie mine warfare, when the devil stepped on the, that expression was indeed very joyful and funny, but in this time when the artillery was under fire, life and death were at stake, and he couldn't even care about his life, who cared if he was lying on the, it was estimated that when the shells fell on the side of the Japanese soldiers, they couldn't smell the stench in the whole face of the devils, and no one would jump up to face the power of the shells because of a bubble of.

Compared with life, what is the on the face, you don't see the story of Gou Jian tasting dung and changing his fate.

The gap between reality and film literature is such a double heaven of ice and fire, which is a big disappointment.

The sudden blow made the Japanese troops, who had been smoothly divided since they set foot on the Chinese battlefield, instantly confused, and they did not know how the enemy suddenly appeared, let alone why bullets were pouring out of their watchtowers.

When the first mine was touched, one of the legs of a Japanese soldier flew into the sky, and before it fell, the severed limb was shattered by the "click" sound made by the 'woodpecker', and the flesh was blurred and disgusting, and then a heart-rending scream sounded, which made Yan Zhi feel that this kind of scream was like the howl of a pig when it was killed.

Ten days ago, or even a few hours ago, Yan Zhi thought that he was the Demon King of Murder, but now he really realized that these Chinese soldiers who he had always regarded as a little soft egg were the real Demon King of Murderers.

The battle-hardened Japanese soldiers could hear the sound of the mines, but even so, they did not hesitate to roll and climb on both sides of the valley floor, and climb to the edge of the rocks, so that they could at least half of the fire and stay in the valley, where they had to withstand the nets of fire from both sides of the valley.

After a while, Yan Zhi, who was extremely adaptable, began to gradually become numb to the big blood killing in front of him, he couldn't help but be numb, the battlefield was ruthless, and it would only devour good people.

The powerful firepower network is like countless flashing and evil neon lights, turning the winged valley of the square inch into a clear like lightning and thunder, Yan Zhi saw a Japanese soldier whose body was not yet fully developed hiding in the grass, his panicked face was full of tears, and he crawled towards the edge of the valley with a gun, not caring to pick up the 90-style steel helmet that rolled to the side. It was a childish face, with fear written in its eyes, looking around for support.

In 1943, Japan's soldiers were no longer as abundant as they were at the beginning of the war, so the military could only recruit some young soldiers from the country to supplement the ranks, in the name of bringing the old with the new, in fact, the fate of this kind of soldiers who did not have a few days of training was the most tragic, and on the battlefield, they often only played the role of cannon fodder.

Looking at the immature and frightened face of the Japanese soldier, Yan Zhi had no way to stop, although it was not allowed to kill minors in the killer's manual, but on the battlefield at this time, he could only watch the immature face and panicked eyes.

Yan Zhi understands that this is war, this is a war to the death, and he knows better that as long as he orders the Chinese soldiers to stop shooting, the bullets of the underage Japanese soldiers will be like the teeth of a poisonous snake, instantly inserted into the hearts of the Chinese soldiers.