"Woo Woo Woo ......"

A screech of tearing air pierced the sky, as if countless brilliant meteors were dragging beautiful and bright trails in the night sky.

With a deafening sound of huge explosions, steaming flames suddenly bloomed on the frontier of this mountain.

In the face of the shells that were constantly falling from the Japanese invaders, the officers and men of the 2nd Battalion of the 120th Independent Regiment of the 120th Division of the 18th Group Army, who were ordered to hold the position on the northern line of Luoquangou on the south bank of the Hutuo River, could only lie dead in the trench that had just been dug for a short time, allowing countless scorching shrapnel to scatter in all directions, and brutally cut all the human bodies and objects that stood in their way......

The thick pine tree with the mouth of the bowl was broken by these pieces of steel with the breath of death, and it made a sad "squeak" sound helplessly......

The cannonballs rained down, the earth was pounded like a leather drum, the fireballs devoured everything, and the air was already hot from the raging flames.

In the pine forest about 300 meters away from this battlefield, Cheng Gong held the infrared night vision binoculars with a grim face, watching the 200-year-long position in front of him being ploughed over by the artillery fire of devils, and the sandbag bunkers were overturned into the sky, and the scorching mud or mixed with the corpses and flesh of some of the sacrificed soldiers who were blown into pieces were scattered in the air.

As the artillery fire extended, the commander of the Japanese army waved the saber in his hand and shouted hoarsely: "Bald and dead! ”

At the same time, hundreds of Japanese soldiers let out an earth-shattering cry like killing pigs, and with their usual pig suddenly resembling a stormtrooper formation, they rushed into waves of yellow people.

Luo Quangou forward position.

A disgraced commander of the Eighth Route Army shook his head vigorously, which was a little dizzy from the shock, and quickly lay down on the wall of the trench from the trench, shouting at the top of his voice while staring at the enemy in front of him:

"The little devil has rushed up! Comrades, the time has come for the Party to test us! Resolutely hold the position, even if it is all over, never take half a step back! ”

Through the infrared night vision binoculars, Cheng Gong looked at the Hanyang-made, old-fashioned sleeves in the hands of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on the battlefield, and even some of them were holding big knife prisms, and his eyes were sad for no reason.

Quickly putting the binoculars into the tactical backpack behind him, Cheng Gong's eyes were blazing with murderous intent, and he fiercely pulled the bolt of the M134 Terminator rapid-fire machine gun in his hand, and shouted coldly: "Kill all yellow humanoid creatures!" ”

As Cheng Gong leaped nearly five meters into the assault, the M134 Terminator roared with a roar of death.

ORANGE AND RED FIRE SNAKES CUT THROUGH THE DARK CURTAIN OF THE NIGHT, AND THE GOLDEN 7.62MM MACHINE GUN SHELLS WERE THROWN AND FELL, AND THE RAIN OF BULLETS POURED DOWN DENSELY IN THE SHURA PURGATORY FIELD 300 METERS AHEAD......

The sudden dull and dense sound of machine guns interrupted the ghost howl of the charging pirates, and the dense steel-tipped bullets roared out of the pine forest on the flanks without warning, breaking through the barrier of air, penetrating the skin of the human surface at high speed, rolling and pulling away the weak subcutaneous fat, tearing the tough muscles and bone tissue, until finally penetrating into the innermost mucous membrane and staying in the inner cavity......

The huge kinetic energy rotated inward along the bullet hole and released, and the broken skin, pale yellow fat, dark red muscle, and tissue mucosa, mixed with broken bone residue and broken vascular tissue, were mixed together to form a terrible bullet wound, and blood and tissue fluid immediately gushed out from the human body along the open wound......

The Japanese soldiers who had just been shouting "Itaza" and charging fell like straw harvested by a harvester, and the remaining clever ones quickly fell to their stomachs, looking for a temporary place to save their lives like headless flies.

Cheng Gong's rapidly advancing figure was like a fierce cheetah with extremely hungry eyes, and every landing point under his feet was at least five meters away, and the M134 six-barrel rapid-fire machine gun in his hand plus the weight of the 3,000 rounds behind him exceeded 35 kilograms, which did not seem to have any effect on his agile movement.

In less than a minute, all 3,000 rounds of heavy bullets were used!

Cheng Gong casually took off the M134 terminator in his hand and threw the bullet chain box behind him back, and easily pulled out a three-edged military thorn without any luster, and rushed into the pile of Japanese soldiers in the blink of an eye, like a demon emerging from hell, frantically harvesting all the humanoid creatures around him!

The eleven T700 soldiers with Chinese faces, all dressed in black special operations uniforms like Cheng Gong, and fully armed T700 fighters who followed behind Cheng Gong were each a humanoid weapon designed for battlefield killing, and they strictly carried out Cheng Gong's order to "kill all yellow humanoid creatures", even if they were all bare-handed, and none of the Japanese soldiers were their enemies.

"Five, six, seven, go and finish off the enemy's artillery positions!"

Cheng Gong thrust and pulled the three-edged military thorn in and out of the neck and throat of a Japanese army soldier, letting the splattered blood spray all over his face, and issued the second command without any emotion in his voice.

Soon, the three T700 fighters, like three black lightning bolts, like three sharp blades cut into butter tofu, tore through three blood paths paved by the blood of human stumps and broken arms, and disappeared into the night in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"Devil! They're all devils......"

"Amaterasu, have you abandoned your most faithful people......

"Run!"

"Who are you?!"

Cheng Gong kicked a vicious side kick to his left leg, kicking a Japanese soldier seven or eight meters away. Without pause, the figure rushed back towards the Japanese army officer in front of him with a command knife in his head, and rushed towards him.

Allowing the opponent's war knife to stir up a few sparks of gold and iron colliding in his left arm, Cheng Gong's right three-edged military stab stabbed so coldly from the lower jaw of this young officer of the Japanese army.

The sharp blades went straight up, and the shattered flesh and blood, the wriggling white brain, mixed with crimson blood, gushed out from the wound in the jaw of the dying Japanese army Shaozuo.

"Chinese!"

Cheng Gong raised his foot and kicked the corpse of the Japanese army Shaozuo, whose eyes were full of horror, out three meters away, and said coldly. Then he turned his head and looked around, except for him and the other eight T700 fighters, there was no other living life on this battlefield like the Asura Hell Slaughterhouse.

Nearly half of the brigade of more than 500 fierce and brave Japanese officers and soldiers who adhered to the spirit of bushido were all slaughtered by Cheng Gong in less than five minutes!

On the Luoquangou position, more than 200 officers and men of the Eighth Route Army, who had already made preparations for sacrificing their lives for the country, were all standing on the position at this time, looking at the battlefield ahead one by one in amazement.

"Tiger baby, you pinch Lao Tzu, isn't this fucking dreaming?" The grizzled conductor muttered to himself as if he were sleepwalking.