The sky was full of dazzling fire, but many brothers could not see such a magnificent spectacle with their own eyes, and the gray vision of the landscape permanently stayed at the moment when the cannonballs fell. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The bursting shrapnel pierced the soldier's flesh and blood with a bright glow, burning with oil and a faint black smoke, and the soldier gritted his teeth and pulled out, filling the wound with the blood gushing out.

The song of death was full of ups and downs, the scattered earth particles dripping into silence, and a gesture of Kameda fell, and grenades, shells, and throwing canisters once again came to a chorus, which was deafening and shocking.

The soldier crouched in the trench with his head tightly clutched, his ears pressed tightly between his legs, but the rumbling explosion was still like a powerful torrent drilling into the soldier's ears, not very clear, and Weng buzzed against the eardrums.

One or two soldiers had hideous expressions and extremely uncomfortable expressions, and their eardrums were also shattered and blood was slowly spilling, and the soldiers stood up, spread their hands, and shouted at the gray sky, hoping to break down or lower the decibels.

The "boom" falling cannonballs drowned out the sound of the soldiers, and the corpses of the soldiers were torn into flesh the size of bouncing stones, and a large number of them fell into the pit prepared for him by the shells, and it was a lonely grave without a body.

The broken national army uniform swayed in the air with the river wind, and finally floated on the Wujiang River like a dragonfly, so that the turquoise river carried its last relics into the Yangtze River, into the East China Sea, and then look at the broken mountains and rivers and displaced people, as a Chinese soldier, I have to go first.

The gray sky was shrouded in a thick layer of black fog, and the smoke of gunpowder covered the entire county, and the smell of blood in the air continued unabated, getting stronger and stronger.

The devil's shells continued to fall like spring rain, but the force was a summer storm, and the hillsides and trenches south of the city looked like an empty coal mine, and from a distance, it was full of bottomless pits, or perhaps the illusion of black soil.

The soldiers in the trenches hugged the thighs cut off by the shells, tore off the cloth belt around their waists and wrapped them around and around them, they couldn't wrap them at all, the blood was still gushing out, and the flesh was cut off by the soldiers with the daggers on their waists, all the miserable scenes were so quiet, the soldiers gritted their teeth and endured the heart-rending pain, and did not let out unbearable screams.

Muto's telescope presented a masterpiece of imperial soldiers, beautiful and spectacular, and the strange smile on the corner of his mouth was also stretched out by this landscape, laughing and laughing heartily, and in his opinion, the remaining two hundred people of the independent regiment had been wiped out.

The bombardment, which lasted for half an hour, finally stopped, and it is unknown how many soldiers disappeared from the trenches.

The devils who came down from the wooden boat were even more arrogant, and rushed like vicious dogs with their rifles in their arms, hoping that the shells would leave them with a little leftover food.

There were only five people left in a row of trenches, and the squad leader's black face was constantly bleeding from his right eye, and a red blood path was drawn on his black cheeks, which was pierced by bursting shrapnel, and the other eye was still watching the movements of the devil.

The brothers around him also have fewer arms and legs, looking at their squad leader expectantly, he believes that his squad leader can take him to fight happily again.

The grenade in the squad leader's hand roared out of smoke, and with the powerful force of throwing his arm, it roared into the air, and a ball of fire landed and blasted four or five of the charging devils away.

The remaining four brothers in the class stood up, and the swirling grenade was their last cry, and although the sparse explosion could not stop the surging devils, it was already very satisfying to blow them up without being human.

The squad leader took the five brothers together, supported each other and stood firmly for the brothers behind the last post, the devil who rushed up jumped up and stabbed the soldier's abdomen with the sharp knife in his hand, stirring the flesh and internal organs, stabbing into the back from the back of the cervical vertebrae, and bringing out the knife, the soldiers held hands and squeezed very tightly, and the screams that were about to break out were suffocated back.

The grenades tied to the soles of the feet of the five soldiers finally rang out, and the huge pieces of flesh in the flying sand and stones were particularly eye-catching, and it was impossible to tell whether they were soldiers or devils, in short, they fell into the bombing pit together, and the layers were stacked like smoked bacon.

The door of the "terraced tactics" was opened, and the devil stepped across a row of trenches and continued to charge, firing one after the other, without being disrupted in the slightest, and the bullets of the 38 big cover fell into the dirt of the second row of trenches.

The second platoon of trenches was the most tragic in the bombardment just now, there were only three people left in a squad deployed to block the attack, the three soldiers did not give up, and fought with their dead brothers, the machine gunner bit the blood-red long sleeves of the blown up arm, held the violently vibrating machine gun with one hand, and roared suddenly, and the water-like bullets hit the devils who followed each other, and scattered and tore the formation of the devils.

The powerful penetration of the high-speed rotating machine gun bullets carried the devil's body backwards, falling into the crater, or rolling down the slope.

The devil didn't panic, anyway, there were many people, and the formation that was scattered by the machine guns was immediately replenished, surging forward in the rain of bullets.

The Heavy glanced at his brothers on either side, and lay on the soil of the matsutake mushroom early, clutching his rifle tightly despite the loss of breath, the blood oozing from his mouth like soft dirt, and the dirt was soaked into full blood-red particles.

The machine gun stopped, the bullets ran out, the machine gunner's feet were buried by bullet casings, the hot machine gun target had already connected the soldier's palms together, the soldier breathed, leaned against the dirt behind him, looked at the ray of eyes that cut through the fog, the soldier smiled, a charming smile appeared on his charred and dirty face, and finally saw the sun before he died.

"Poof" A bullet passed through the soldier's forehead, and the charming smile stopped, but the ray of sunlight still stayed on the soldier's face, it was so dazzling that the soldier couldn't close his eyes.

"Puff puff" and several bullets struck the soldier's body, shaking out the last blood flowing from its body, and the blood hole all over his body, but he had already entered the dream and felt no pain.

The second platoon of trenches was lost, and the devils continued to rush towards the next terraced trenches, trampling on the soldiers' bodies in the same way, and the charging devils were also eliminated less and less, but the north of the Wujiang River was still transporting troops.

Three rows of trenches were lost

Four rows of trenches were lost

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Fifteen rows of trenches were lost

Wu Guoqiang's terraced tactics hit the devils hard, but this row of terraced trenches also became the soldiers' home.

There is no way, out of the guard or on the defend, even if you can't hold it, you have to puff up your chest to block the bullet, because this is a dead order from above to the independent regiment.