Thunder, who had recovered from a bout of vertigo and was wounded in the head, exclaimed, "Tuanza, what about the other brothers? Can our cannon still work? ”

Hanging his head, Liang Shanhao said gloomily: "You are the only one left in the entire artillery platoon, you kid is really fateful, two aerial bombs are only 20 meters away from you, you actually dodged!" Now there is only one cannon left, but there is a shortage of manpower, you should go into the anti-artillery hole and rest! ”

With red eyes and enduring severe pain, Thunder shouted: "Tuanza, this little devil's plane is too arrogant, I really want to knock them all down and sacrifice the flag to the dead brothers!"

Looking at the corpses of the brothers in the artillery platoon lying on the ground, Liang Shanhao shouted: "I also want to shoot down, but the little devil's plane flies too high, and our jab bazooka can't hit!" Thunder, I order you now, you kid have a good rest! This is gauze, bandaged by itself. Big bull, follow me back to the position! ”

The departure position of the 6th Division.

Looking at the heavy smoke rising from the 82nd Heights, the commander of Gu Shoufu's division showed a smug smile on his face!

The bombers of the 9th Air Force did a great job!

Now that the 82 heights have lost the support of heavy weapons, the ground forces can finally attack with their hands and feet!

A grim look flashed on his face, and the commander of Gu Shoufu's division shouted in a deep voice: "Banner soldiers, send a signal to the attacking troops in front and tell them that the air force has destroyed the artillery fire of the Chinese army and can continue the attack!"

The wing commander received the military order conveyed by the commander of Gu Shoufu's division, and immediately pulled out the saber on his waist and pointed forward: "Warriors of the empire, continue to attack!"

The devil soldiers who fell to the ground stood up one after another, raised their bright bayonets and slammed into the 82nd Heights of the Reserve First Regiment.

At the same time, the remaining six tanks were also firing at the fighters of the 1st Reserve Regiment as they were moving!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, the shells of the tank guns fell in the trenches, and flared up in patches of fire.

At this time, the soldiers of the first regiment in reserve had no time to enter the defensive artillery hole to avoid the artillery fire, so they could only silently control the weapons in their hands and wait for the opportunity to fire.

Shells exploded in the trenches, and many soldiers were seriously injured or killed.

But the flesh and blood defense line of the 82 Heights still stands.

Aiming the MP40 submachine gun at the devil, Liang Shanhao said: "Don't be afraid! Hold on to me, and don't fire without my orders! ”

The battle for the defense of Nanjing has entered a white-hot moment, and now the soldiers of the first regiment of the reserve have to fight to the death and not retreat.

With the help of the cover of the tank, the devil quickly entered the position of 300 meters.

At a distance of 250 meters, there was an anti-tank trench, which was difficult to cross for a while, and the devil sappers carried the tools to cross the trench with the intention of building a bridge.

Two heavy machine-gun crews also began to carry out fire cover.

Dada!

A row of bullets rained down the positions of the 1st Reserve Regiment in smoke and dust, and three of the fighters were knocked down.

Aiming the MP40 submachine gun in his hand at the devil's sapper, Liang Shan Haohu roared: "Give me the devil's sapper!"

As soon as the words fell, all kinds of weapons opened fire in unison, and the bullets rained down on the devil sappers.

At the same time, four MG34 general-purpose machine guns arranged on both wings of the position also roared.

Tete, Tete, Tete!

Tete, Tete, Tete!

Tete, Tete, Tete!

Tete, Tete, Tete!

Before the sappers of the devil could complete the task of building the bridge, they were slaughtered by the machine-gun fire of the 1st Preparatory Regiment.

In the face of the frantic rate of fire of the MG34 general-purpose machine gun, the two Type 92 heavy machine guns responsible for fire cover were also beaten into mute.

For a while, the devil's attack came to a standstill again.

While dodging the dense rain of bullets, the wing commander silently reported the exposed firepower points of the 1st Reserve Regiment to the 6th Division Command.

Sweeping a magazine towards the devil, the battalion commander shouted: "Tuanza, the little devil is retreating!"

also swept a magazine towards the devil, and Wang Da Niu shouted: "Haha, the little devil is running away again!"

However, there was no trace of waves on Liang Shanhao's face, and a cloud of doubt began to brew in Liang Shanhao's heart.

Even in the face of the dense firepower of the first reserve regiment, the devil's tank can still suppress the firepower, and if it continues to shoot at the first reserve regiment, it can still fight five or five.

However, why did the commander of the devil suddenly order a retreat at this time!

Could it be that the devil commander has already figured out the firing point of the first regiment and is ready to cover it with artillery fire?

His face sank suddenly, and Liang Shanhao exclaimed, "Not good! The little devil is going to shoot again! ”

With a puzzled face, the battalion commander said: "Tuanza!" The little devil is being beaten up by us! ”

Wang Daniu also echoed: "That's right! Tuanza, even the little devil's Iron King Eight has retreated, how can this be shelled......"

Before the words fell, a row of howitzer shells fell from the sky!

Listening to the piercing roar of heavy artillery, Liang Shanhao roared and shouted: "The little devil is shooting again, each company and platoon, pay attention to dodging the artillery!" Retreat to the anticline! ”

It was too late, and the position of the first regiment had already burst into red flames.

For a time, the entire 82 Highlands suddenly shook the mountains, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

The grenades of the devils hit extremely fast, and the fighters of the first regiment in reserve did not have time to run to the anti-artillery fortifications.

This time, the devil's heavy artillery hit the first regiment of the reserve and caught it off guard.

Liang Shanhao's reserve 1st regiment suffered heavy casualties.

All four machine gun positions were destroyed!

All sixteen machine gunners were killed!

Many of the fighters were buried in the dirt kicked up by the frenzied howitzers.

In just a few minutes, there was hardly a single member of the 1st Reserve Regiment left standing under the barrage of powerful howitzers.

They were either stunned by howitzer shells, or directly killed or killed by the howitzer's shock wave and fragments.

Liang Shanhao was also stunned by the wave of cannonballs, and in a groggy state, he found that he seemed to have returned to the new China of the 21st century.

In the 21st century, the new China is a country and a country with strong soldiers.

The army of New China has Type 99 main battle tanks on land, aircraft carrier battle groups such as Liaoning and Shandong on the sea, and J10 and J20 fighters in the sky.

Millions of heroes are distributed all over the motherland, China's national defense is very safe, and no one dares to bully us casually!

Liang Shanhao also took the high-speed train to Tiananmen Square in Beijing in his dreams, went to the Great Northeast to play in the snow, visited the Holocaust Museum in Nanjing, and took a boat to see the artificial islands in the South China Sea.

Of course, I was fortunate to return to the 21st century in a short time in my dream, and Liang Shanhao also went to the Guangzhou Restaurant to rub a meal of delicious seafood, and while eating, a waiter came over with hundreds of thousands of bills......

The artillery bombardment of the 6th Division soon ended, and the infantry and tanks of the Devils, who had retreated to a safe distance of 400 meters, resumed their attack on the 82nd Heights, which had been held by the 1st Regiment in reserve.

Shaking off the smoke and dust on the steel helmet, Wang Daniu, who suddenly came out of a pile of soil, shouted: "Tuanzao, wake up!" Wake up! ”

His eyes were still closed, and Liang Shanhao muttered, "What? Lao Tzu eats ten king crabs, twelve oysters, eight puffer fish, and 1 bottle of Louis XIII, which costs 190,000 yuan! You're a ripper...... No money...... I don't have any money...... Other...... Don't hit me in the face...... Other...... Yes...... Nima ...... Help ......"

Seeing that Liang Shanhao kept chattering in his mouth, Wang Daniu was afraid that Liang Tuanzuo would be blown up stupidly.

In a hurry, Wang Daniu reached out and gave Liang Shanhao a slightly harder slap, and Liang Shanhao woke up when he arrived: "Damn, who beat me!" Who! Who lives impatiently! ”

Wang Daniu hurriedly denied Sanlian: "It's not me!" Tuanza ...... You seem to have been beaten in a dream! ”

Cheering up from a burst of dizziness, Liang Shanhao said, "What? What did I do when I fainted......"

At this time, the commander of a battalion with a wound in his face shouted urgently: "Regiment seat, the little devil has come up again, it is only 250 meters away from the position of our reserve first regiment, and now the little devil's sappers are assuming the passage bridge of the tank again!" What are we going to do? ”

Looking around, Liang Shanhao asked in a deep voice, "How many people in our group can breathe?"

Hanging his head, Wang Daniu said gloomily: "The whole regiment is less than fifty people, and the commander of the third battalion was blown in two by the heavy artillery of the little devil."

With red eyes, Liang Shanhao scolded in a low voice: "Damn it! A little devil who has suffered a thousand cuts! This cannon hit hard enough! All at once I suffered such heavy casualties in the 1st Reserve Regiment! ”