The undulating hills and trees had been burned clean by the sulphur incendiary bombs fired by the devils, and they were bare and blackened, and under the charred wooden stakes were bare rocks.

On the battlefield within a radius of five or six kilometers, the battlefield is cut into chaos by criss-crossing trenches and dark bunkers and undulating mountains.

And on this complex battlefield, the defensive lines of the two sides were intertwined, and many of the commanding heights of the mountains were taken away by the devils under the cover of artillery fire.

But as soon as night falls, the Chinese commandos will retake these lost positions, and the two sides have been exchanging fire day and night.

The devils were repelled several large-scale strong attacks, fighting in low mountains like Wushimen, and every mountain range became a nightmare for the devils.

Even in the case of a large-scale attack, they would have to send a large number of troops to fight for these hills, because they were like time bombs that would stab them at some point if they were not cleared.

Each of the devils' large-scale attacks was consumed in such a battle for the top of the mountain, and their progress was slow, almost moving forward step by step.

But when the next morning they were driven back to where the previous day's attack had started, which made the Devil officers almost go berserk, so another attack began.

Although the devil soldiers are well-trained and have a higher tactical quality than the Chinese officers and soldiers, they are also exhausted and their combat effectiveness is seriously weakened in such endless tossing and tearing.

The commander of the 106th Division, Junrokuro Matsuura, had to change his tactics and transfer elite combat forces to start pulling out the battle, hoping to break through the Chinese army's defensive line.

However, the Chinese officers and soldiers who have been added to the army for only a few weeks have already grown up in the flames of war and have been able to fight independently in a systematic manner.

They are in groups of three or five with cold guns and cold cannons everywhere to give the little devil enough damage, forcing the little devil to have to restrain his arrogance, and every attack must be cautious, because I don't know where the bullets flying out can kill them.

The commander of the 106th Division, Junroku Matsuura, had exhausted his donkey skills, and whether it was a frontal attack, a night attack, a flank attack, or an artillery bombardment, they all failed one by one.

The kilometer-long Chinese defense line was like an impregnable wall, and although it was bombed in a mess, his troops were never able to break through.

The two sides fell into a stalemate on the Wushimen and Yongfeng Bridge lines, just like the Jinguanqiao battlefield on the Nanxun Line a month ago, and Matsuura Junrokuro once again fell into a bitter battle with no hope of a breakthrough.

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot rang out, and Luo Wencai's shoulder was numb from the force coming from the butt of the gun.

A ghost soldier who cautiously poked his head out to observe was shot in the head, and fell heavily on his back in the trench, the bullet shattered his head, and the steel helmet looked like a red and white rotten tofu.

Luo Wencai had been lying here for two hours, and finally saw an opportunity to kill this devil observation post.

Seeing that the devil had fallen, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't dare to stay longer, so he ran to the other end of the trench with his gun on his waist.

"Teng Teng Teng—"

The devil's Type 92 heavy machine gun roared, and the popping bullet sank into the battle position where Rowan was lying just now, and a large amount of smoke and dust burst out.

"Bang! Boom! ”

The two grenades also fell one after the other, and in the smoke of the explosion, a large amount of dirt was lifted on the spot, and then it fell again.

Luo Wencai had arrived in a safe place, so he sat down and gasped, the sound of the devil's guns had stopped, maybe they thought that Luo Wencai had been killed or blown up.

"How many?"

A brother dressed in sack camouflage, hiding behind a winding barbed wire, asked in a low voice when he saw Luo Wencai, who was sitting in a trench panting.

Luo Wencai smiled, and made a gesture of three, which made the brother lying on his stomach laugh and scolded in a low voice: "You are really a fucking living Hades, and the devil has fallen into blood mold for eight lifetimes when he touches you."

"How many did you hit?" Luo Wencai's face was full of pride, and he killed three devils in just one day, which has surpassed ninety percent of the brothers who enlisted in the army at the same time for a few weeks.

"I was injured by one, and I almost confessed." The brother said with some dismay.

"Poof!"

Just as the two were talking, a string of bullets suddenly flew over, and the smoke and dust were scattered.

The crouching brother returned the shot and dragged Rowan along the trench to move forward.

The two sides reached a stalemate on the Wushimen front, and at the slightest disturbance, the two sides opened fire from time to time across the trenches.

Yang Ling specially selected a group of brothers with good shooting from the whole regiment for a day of battlefield training, and then scattered them on the battlefield to shoot devils.

Most of the brothers who shot well were experienced veterans, but there were also new recruits who had just joined the army, such as Luo Wencai and others.

In the course of several days of fighting, these brothers went from being unfamiliar to becoming familiar, and although they lost more than a dozen people, those who survived became hunters.

They lurk on the complex battlefield, attacking and killing the devils, making the devils miserable and afraid to show their heads.

Luo Wencai and they acted like ghosts, and they had made a lot of gains in the past few days, and the devils also sent some old devils to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, and the devil's counterattack undoubtedly made this hunt more dangerous.

The war has made the brethren grow up rapidly, and although everyone in the trenches is covered in dirt and blood, their gaze is becoming more and more determined, and gradually tempered into a tough iron army.

The war did not go smoothly, so the commander of the 11th Army of the devil, Okamura Ninji, was also anxious, although several times the front-line divisions were strictly ordered to attack and open up the situation, but the effect was unsatisfactory.

Equally frustrated were a group of staff officers at the headquarters, who were lying on the map with tired faces, trying to devise a new attack plan to break through the Chinese army's defenses in one fell swoop.

However, they underestimated their opponents, and General Xue Yue, commander of the 1st Corps of the 9th Theater of Operations, who was in charge of the fighting in the De'an area, strictly ordered all units to defend to the death.

The armies and divisions under the command of the First Corps also knew that Chief Xue couldn't rub the sand in his eyes, so he also let himself out, and fought bloody battles with the little devils on all fronts.

Whether it is Ruiwu Road, Nanxun Line, or Wushimen Line, the devil is almost like a turtle, moving forward step by step, paying heavy casualties.

"General, General Matsuura, commander of the 106th Division, requested that the troops retreat and recuperate."

Just as Commander Okamura Ninji was frowning, a staff officer came over with a telegram.

Junrokuro Matsuura's troops were really unable to attack, and in the face of the Chinese army's impregnable Wushimen defensive line, his troops suffered increasing casualties and high injuries caused by the hot weather.

The troops were exhausted and had lost the ability to continue attacking, and if they continued to hold out, they would repeat the same mistakes as they had done on the Nanxun Line a month earlier, so he risked being scolded and begged the troops to retreat and recuperate.

The commander of the 11th Army, Okamura Ninji, looked at the telegram from Junrokuro Matsuura, and was silent for a long time, he was under great pressure from the base camp.

While the northern front continued to make breakthroughs, his southern front was a war of attrition, and he was very reluctant to withdraw his troops from the battlefield at this moment, and he wanted to order Junrokuro Matsuura to insist.

But he also knew that if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't hold on, Junrokuro Matsuura wouldn't have sent a telegram.

"Call back General Songpu to allow the troops to retreat to the Mahuiling area to rest for a week, but after a week, De'an must be captured and the Guangdong-Hankou railway must be cut off."