The dead and devastated earth shook the waves of pain in Wu Guoqiang's heart, and the dead soldiers perfectly demonstrated the vocation of a soldier, who became ghosts with nowhere to go for the country floating in the sky above the broken mountains and rivers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liao Changsheng stood in the trench at the top of the hillside, looking down at the charging devils, disdainful, but clearly watching the soldiers being devastated by the mixture and unable to rush forward The grief was difficult to release, like a sharp thorn deep into the body.

The thirty or so people left at the top of the hillside felt the same way, but the swarming devils in front of them did not give them a chance to be sentimental, and the bullets that flew through did not give them time to pray.

Wu Guoqiang waved his long arm, and the three cannons on the left, middle and right spat out a terrifying urging song, white smoke emitted from the muzzle of the cannon, and the powerful recoil shook the soil on the ground.

Three cannonballs blocked the devil's charge, and the rumbling explosion also swallowed the devil's howl, and the hot air wave collapsed the trench with the firelight, and the large clumps of mud and rocks flew wildly, and the devils who were blown up by the shells disappeared with the firelight, and there was no sound.

The devils were really crazy, and they continued to charge like they were together, as if nothing could stop them, and the roaring shells made them more powerful and faster, stepping over row after row of terraced trenches.

The soldiers threw out several grenades in one go, and the hillside rolled down like a mudslide, and a dozen devils were quickly covered by the surging mud and rocks, and were bloody by the rolling stones, and the rolling stones rolled down the hillside, as if they were racing, and finally fell into the big crater left by the shells.

The footsteps of the devil's charge are getting closer and closer to the top of the slope, the gun in Zhang Erdu's hand slightly shakes the loose black soil on the trench, the bullet flying out of the muzzle is a bloodthirsty monster, gnawing on the pulp in the devil's head, the rifle in the hands of the brothers tore apart the neat formation of the devil, and people kept falling, rolling down the hillside scattered.

Although the charging devil did not want to die, according to the chance to block the muzzle with his body, but the power of the 38 big cover rifle was undoubted, several bullets flew densely towards the trench, the soldiers were driven by the bullet through the body to bring out a blood arrow and shook their bodies quickly, folded and fell into the trench, the big cap covered the eyes that did not have time to close their eyes, and the blood hole in the face slid blood through the neck and seeped into the soft black soil.

The bullets kept hitting the trench, making a popping sound, and the bullets that had not entered the trench were perfectly covered by the black soil, and the bouncing dirt blurred the soldier's vision, and in the scattered gap, a bullet flew out, squeezing the soldier's eyeballs, and bursting blood flowed all over his face.

The soldier put down the rifle in his hand, covered his eyes, screamed in pain, slid the sticky matter between his fingers and dripped into the trench, and was soon annihilated by artillery fire, the soldier quickly ran to the top of the mountain, after Bai Xu's simple treatment, the soldier jumped into the trench again, held the rifle steadily, and shot a few devils to the ground with the sight of one eye.

At the same time as the devil charged, the artillery from the wooden boat also quickly followed, finding a stable position, more than 20 throwing canisters rang out, and in a sea of fire, the heat wave melted the soldiers, and the shredded meat fell all over the sky.

The three cannons of the Independent Regiment also returned the salute, and the devil moved forward in the artillery fire, but the throwing canister was more accurate for small-scale combat, and the falling shells overturned the cannons of the Independent Regiment, and the soldiers who operated the cannons disappeared.

Hearing a scream, the soldier was crushed under the overturned cannon, his thigh was already unconscious, and the flesh on the right side of his face had been cut off by the fragments of the cannonball, and the angular flesh and cheek bones were exposed.

The two soldiers had not yet recovered from the loud explosion, their ears were buzzing, the soldiers looked around, their eyes were confused, their faces were blackened with smoke, their lips were covered with dirt, and after hearing the screams of their companions, they quickly found the artilleryman who was pressed by the cannon, and the two soldiers hurriedly dug the earth.

Finally digging away the surrounding soil, he raised the cannon with his teeth and lifted it into the air, a rapidly flying bullet killed one of the soldiers, his mouth was spitting blood, his hands holding the cannon were released, the cannon fell heavily, and exploded into the abdomen of the soldier who was pressed below, the soldier's pupils were dilated several times, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from his mouth towards the sky, and he died with his head tilted.

The remaining soldier immediately put down the cannon, picked up his rifle and fought with the devil who rushed up, the soldier carried the barrel of the gun and slashed the moon and hit the devil's steel helmet heavily, the devil's body was soft, a blood mark flowed out of the steel helmet, and the devil swayed his body in a wavy shape and fell to the ground.

The devil's bayonet was inserted into the soldier's pelvis, the soldier knelt on the ground with a scream, the devil pulled out the bayonet, and stabbed the soldier in the back, the bayonet pierced out of the abdomen, as if calculated, and cleverly avoided the ribs in the abdominal cavity.

Dozens of devils rushed up in the artillery fire and the remnants of Wu Guoqiang began to fight, although Liao Changsheng was seriously injured and did not heal, but it did not affect the strength of the hanging ring knife in his hand at all, cutting his head and removing his bones, in one go, blood splashed all over his face, leaving only the screams of the devils before his death still echoing.

A devil stabbed in the front, Liao Changsheng kicked him to the ground, rolled down the slope, and a devil on the right stabbed him, slashed into the devil's abdomen with a knife, and listened to the sound should have broken two ribs, and pulled out the big knife hard, and the devil spun his body and planted it into the cannon pit.

The devil's bayonet on the left slashed in mid-air, and was killed by Zhang Erdu's shot, and the bayonet in his hand fell and knelt in front of Liao Changsheng.

Hu Xiujiang is not just a strategist, he is also a dignified man who raises the red cherry blossom sword, cutting people without mercy, seeing that his benevolent face looks so terrifying in front of the devil, his blood-stained eyes are full of murderous anger, and he will slash the rushing devil.

The soldiers had no routines, and the fighting skills they had learned were basically useless, and there was no need to even dodge, and there was a momentum that cut off their heads before the devil's bayonet was stretched out.

Carrying the devil and rolling down the hillside, his body was rubbed by stones, pierced by shrapnel standing on the ground, and finally rolled to the avenue south of the city and died with a whimper, and also took the devil away.

In just a quarter of an hour of fighting, blood flew all over the sky, roars and screams rose and fell, and all the devils who rushed forward were cut down, and there were less than ten people left in the independent regiment.

However, this was the beginning, the ghost soldiers transported by ten wooden boats slowly climbed upward, and now it seems that in the eyes of this group of devils, they are just here to clean up the battlefield.

The team of dozens of devils is densely packed in the field of vision of the remaining brothers, Wu Guoqiang knelt on one knee, gasping rapidly, the sweat on the tip of his nose kept falling, and he raised his head slightly to show a murderous look at the devil.