"Hit, hit Lao Tzu hard. "Finally, the front line of the devils broke through to a position more than 200 meters in front of the position, and the order to open fire sounded at the same time in all corners of the position.www.biquge.info

"Sudden ......."

"Click......."

Countless light and heavy machine guns spewed furious flames at the onrushing devils with a command to 'fire', and streams of metal rushed into the enemy's body with a sharp whistle, tearing their flesh to pieces.

A terrible scream instantly sounded in front of the position, and a large number of devils fell into the metal jet.

Batches of devils fell, more devils rushed up, a large number of casualties made the devils more ferocious, some even threw their guns aside, gave up all military actions, held grenades in their hands, and rushed desperately towards the position, just to be able to throw the guys in their hands into the position.

The devils who had no way to retreat were completely crazy, and they charged towards the position ferociously, the wounded devils had been abandoned, they were dragged up by their comrades, and they were pushed in front, and their broken bodies were used as shields, and the blood of the beatings was splashed everywhere, and they let out a heart-rending howl.

After some fighting, the devil got closer and closer to the position, and the long-trained marksmanship also showed its power, and the soldiers of the three regiments were constantly hit and fell in pools of blood, and then were sent to the field hospital in the rear by their comrades along the traffic trench.

Crazy, war monsters are crazy to devour lives in front of the position, whether it is a devil or a soldier of the independent regiment, someone will die every moment.

But now no one cares, life becomes worthless here, and living is the only thought in everyone's heart. Bolting, aiming, shooting, all mechanically repeating this routine, trying to send bullets from their rifles into the bodies of opposing enemies.

"Blaster, throw the blaster to Lao Tzu." The red-eyed commander of the second battalion roared with red eyes, the devil's lifeless style of play brought great casualties to his troops, and without heavy weapons to suppress it, he would soon be approached by the devil to the range of the grenade.

"Boom ......" "Boom ......Boom" Just when the soldiers of the 2nd Battalion pulled out the blasting canisters and were about to roll down the hillside, the unique sound of the 60 guns sounded on the front line of the devils.

Stumps and severed arms flew everywhere, suppressing the devil's frantic advance at a distance of about 100 meters from the position of the second battalion.

This was the mortar of the 1st Regiment playing support, there was no request, no inquiry, 60mm mortar shells were sent over about 1 kilometer away, which greatly relieved the pressure on the 2nd Battalion.

"Donkey Day, count your Sun Changzhong a little conscience." Seeing that the devil's attack was suppressed, Zhao Gang turned his head and muttered after glancing in the direction of the group.

The devils rushed too fast, and the distance of a few hundred meters made the rocket artillery of the three regiments a piece of scrap metal, which was useless at all, and if the first regiment did not open artillery support, it was very likely that the devils would really rush into the position.

Those accurate shooters belonging to the Third Regiment were desperately shooting at the grenadiers of the devils, but these bastards completely disregarded life and death, using the corpses of their comrades as cover, while desperately holding fire, throwing small special shells into the positions of the Third Regiment.

It's just that a ball of artillery fire became the last straw that crushed the devil's will, and the devils, who saw that the attack position was hopeless, began to retreat, and slowly turned into a rout.

The 13th Wing, which suffered more than half of the casualties, had been supported by a desperate will, but when desperate efforts became a luxury, escape became their last chance.

Father and mother married, everyone took care of everyone, the devils in the rout lost all their equipment and materials, just to be able to run a little faster than others, the potential of life was exploded at this moment, and the crossfire formed by the three groups of light and heavy machine guns did not leave a few devils.

Almost in the blink of an eye, all the devils involved in the attack had already run out of range, and they were still running wildly into the distance, apparently intending to join the large army behind.

With the escape of the devils, the position slowly fell silent, and the groans of the wounded in the field hospital in the rear came from afar, which made the soldiers on the position worry, and in order to distract themselves, they picked up guns one after another and sent away all the devils who were not dead in front of the position.

Injured devils are useless, they can't build roads, they can't mine, and they can only waste food if they are kept, so sending them to Amaterasu is the best thing to do.

This is a concept that was slowly instilled in the soldiers of the Independent Division by the Qin and Han dynasties, and it was well implemented in the Independent Division.

Besides, devils will pretend to be dead, who knows if those devils will take advantage of the independent division to treat the wounded and hurt people? Not to mention that the attack received by the devil will start without knowing what.

There are policies at the top, and there are countermeasures at the bottom, and the so-called generals are outside, and military orders are subject to everything, which refers to this meaning. Although the Eighth Route Army has a policy of treating prisoners preferentially, but now the devils have not surrendered, so ......, they are not prisoners, but still enemies.

"Yaga, yours, dead, dead." Kuroda, who caught up from behind, looked at Yoshida Daisa, the commander of the 13th Wing, who was covered in blood, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and Xue Liang's command knife had been drawn, as if he would be slashed to death at any time.

"Hey." Yoshida was wrapped in gauze on his head and stood quietly in front of Kuroda, not daring to refute anything. It's just that I secretly resented in my heart, if I hadn't obeyed Kuroda's order and built fortifications on the spot, why wouldn't this be the case.

In the end, Kuroda's command knife was not swung, and Yoshida, who was lucky enough to survive, was also transferred to the hospital in the rear, where he would be treated, of course, after his injuries were healed, he would have to face inquiries from the base camp, because he was the only commander who was still alive after facing the independent division.

"Chang Yongjun, contact the North China Command, we need aircraft support." After ordering the troops to stop advancing and rest in place, Kuroda Shigetoku thought for a long time before finally speaking.

"Your Excellency, Division Commander......." Chief of Staff Yong Dazuo was a little hesitant.

"Don't hesitate, this time we are not facing an ordinary Chinese army, their equipment is not worse than ours, and it will be difficult for us to achieve victory without aircraft support."

Kuroda has Kuroda's plan, rather than the 26th Division facing this difficult bone alone, it is better to drag the entire North China Front into the water, and share the blessings and difficulties.

"Yes, I'll get in touch right away." Although he didn't understand Kuroda's true thoughts, Nagayong Osa still answered seriously.

After a relatively brief exchange of fire, both the Independent Division and the 26th Division had a certain understanding of each other's strength, and each regarded each other as a fierce rival.

Now both sides are waiting, the devils are waiting for the flying brigade that took off from the North China airport, and the independent division is waiting for the devils to attack again.