It was night, the night was dark and the wind was high, and I couldn't see my fingers.

On the Japanese position, groups of Japanese soldiers gathered, and it was pitch black, and it was impossible to see the figure clearly.

"For the sake of the Empire, go!" There were no radical words, no brainwashing, just these few simple words, and the troops immediately moved and quietly touched the opposite position.

When approaching the barbed wire, the Japanese soldiers in the front row took out pliers and clamped the barbed wire, because the place that had been cut before was blocked again, so the hole had to be reopened.

"Squeak!" With an almost negligible sound, the barbed wire was cut by pliers, and a few more openings appeared, and a hole large enough for one person to pass through appeared. In other places, in the same way, a lot of openings have been opened.

After this barbed wire, it is less than 100 meters away from the opposite bunker, and it only takes a charge to arrive, but Lu Qiang also surrounds the bunker with a circle of barbed wire, and there are a lot of empty cans tied on the barbed wire.

"Whoa!" Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the feet of a Japanese soldier, and by the faint light, it could be seen that it was an empty tin can, rolling on the ground, and the Japanese soldier who kicked the can was already stupid.

Under the dark night sky, in the silent winter, the sound of being kicked into the can was infinitely amplified, like a sledgehammer hitting the hearts of many Japanese soldiers, such a loud sound, it is impossible not to hear it on the other side.

As soon as the nervous sentry heard the sound, he didn't care about anything, he immediately grabbed the whistle on his chest, and blew hard, and the sharp and piercing whistle, like a sharp thorn, was inserted into the ears of all the Japanese soldiers, and in an instant, many Japanese soldiers turned white. At the same time, the soldiers in the sleeping bags of the bunker were also awakened, because they were afraid of the sneak attack of the devils, they had been sleeping in the bunker these days, so as soon as they heard the whistle, they got up in twos and threes, picked up the pillow guns, and ran to their respective posts.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable!!! The angry devil saw that he had been exposed, and he couldn't care so much, the sentry was killed by the devil in an instant, and it was because of him that he would be exposed, so the devil could be said to be gnashing his teeth at him, so the first one knocked him out, and the sentry was shot multiple times, and slowly fell, and his body fell in a pool of blood.

As soon as the Japanese gunshots rang out, many soldiers who were still in a daze woke up in an instant, agreeing, Lu Qiang, who was sleeping, was also awakened, hurriedly got up, grabbed his clothes, and ran away while wearing them.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Lu Qiang saw Hu Zhuang running towards him, and hurriedly asked, because he was on duty tonight.

"Boss, it's the devil calling." As soon as Hu Zhuang saw Lu Qiang, he immediately said, and explained, "The devil carried out a sneak attack tonight, I don't know who kicked the canned box, and then it was discovered, and now it is attacking." ”

"Let's go." Lu Qiang didn't say a word and hurriedly ran to the front line.

The sudden gunshots carefully not only Lu Qiang and them, but the entire village was awakened, but they all stayed at home, praying that Lu Qiang and they would win.

"Tom!" A shell flew into the sky, and then was hoisted by a small parachute system, slowly descending, and the illuminator emitted a strong light, like a large light bulb, illuminating the entire area and illuminating the Japanese troops below.

"Damn, so many devils." The flares illuminated this area brightly, and saw a large wave of devils bending down and rushing forward, densely packed, there were thousands of people, and Lu Qiang, who was watching, gasped, but fortunately, they were all blocked by dense bullets, and now none of them are standing, or they are killed, and more are crawling on the ground.

"Da !!"

All kinds of repeating firearms frantically spat out bullets, and the bullets hit the blood-red land, the corpses of the dead Japanese soldiers, and the Japanese soldiers who were crawling forward...... The yellow bullet casings flew everywhere, hitting the concrete floor, clanging, and there was a pile of bullet casings at everyone's feet.

"Eight grid tooth road, assault, assault." The captain of each team, Jun Cao, brandished his command knife and shouted loudly with red eyes, telling the soldiers to rush forward. However, if you see someone retreating, or stagnating, you will face each other with a knife and scold "Red Deer Yelang".

"Boom!" A grenade fired from a grenadier fell on a pillbox and exploded, but after the explosion, in addition to leaving a black mark on it, even the skin was broken. When the bullet hit the bunker, it only hit a little concrete powder, leaving small shallow craters that did no damage to the bunker.

For a long time, on the Chinese battlefield, the Japanese army, which was known for its strong firepower, has finally realized what "strong firepower" is. The raindrops of bullets were like the next drifting heavy rain, and the Japanese troops who were pressed could not raise their heads at all, and the grenadiers with a caliber of less than 50mm were useless at all, resulting in the Japanese troops in the entire charge being at an absolute disadvantage and in a dilemma! Between.

"Withdraw!" In the end, the Japanese army decided to retreat, and they all lay on the ground, and they went back from wherever they came in.

The attack failed, and there were heavy losses, and tactical guidance was requested, and this news passed through the hands of the Japanese correspondents, turned into an airwave, and was transmitted.

The devil withdrew, leaving behind corpses in one place, some of which were still intact, but some of them were beaten to pieces, and they couldn't distinguish the human form at all.

Because the weather is relatively cold, so there is no need to be afraid of breeding germs, and it is no problem to put it here for two days, but it will stink, so it must be cleaned up after dawn.

"General!" A communications soldier came to the door of Lieutenant General Yoshio Iwamatsu with a telegram full of letters.

"Come in!" Yoshio Matsuiwa's voice came from inside the house.

"Squeak!" With a bang, the door was pushed open, and the communications soldier walked in, and he saw Matsuiwa Yoshio sitting in front of a map, the battle ahead has been tight these days, and second-line troops like him may be sent to the front line, so he is excited and excited, all the time, tending to the second line, resulting in the entire 15th division not getting any credit at all, going to the first line, it means credit, reward, fame and so on.

"General, Ueda Takasaku sent a telegram." The communications soldier saluted, and handed over the telegram.

Matsuiwa Yoshio took the telegram handed over, with a smile on his face, in his opinion, it must be the good news sent by Ueda Takashi after the success of the encirclement and suppression. After all, there were tens of thousands of people, and they also brought heavy artillery and cavalry, and it was impossible to win, this was what he thought, but after reading a telegram in a hurry, his face that was originally wrinkled like a chrysanthemum because of happiness instantly darkened. I looked at it twice more and made sure I was not mistaken. After half a ring, the black face became unhealthy flushed again, "Eight Grid Yalu, sinners of the empire, poof~~" Matsuiwa Yoshio in the scolding was furious, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his chest, squirting blood on the face of the signal soldier standing opposite.

The communication soldier who suffered such a sudden "attack" was stunned for a moment, paused for two seconds, and then reacted, and did not care about the blood splashed in his eyes, and hurriedly rushed over, "General, general, someone is coming, someone is coming, someone is coming, someone is coming, someone is coming......

Matsuiwa Yoshio fainted because of the huge losses, and at this time Ueda Takashi was about to go crazy, the huge losses caught him off guard, three infantry wings, now there is less than one wing of people left, because of the fear of Lu Qiang's heavy artillery, all the Japanese troops withdrew to the camp overnight after the failure of the attack, and now the whole camp is full of sorrow and low morale.

Sitting on the chair, the sloppy and sloppy Takashi Ueda had an expressionless face, but there was a light in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"Guards, immediately call all the captains above the rank of second lieutenant to a meeting." Ueda's hoarse voice sounded, and the guards standing at the door of his tent heard it and immediately went to call someone.

Lu Qiang, who was woken up, was not sleepy now, took a chair, sat upside down, lying on the back of the chair, looking at the sand table in front of him, I don't know when he also habitually looked at the map and the sand table.

Because of the Japanese sneak attack, Hu Zhuang was a little worried, looked around, and found that the lights in the lobby were still on, so he pushed the door in, and saw Lu Qiang sitting there, staring blankly at the sand table, so he asked, "Boss, you still don't go to sleep?" ”

"You go to sleep, I'm going to write things." Lu Qiang looked up at Hu Zhuang and said, then lowered his head and continued to look at the sand table.

"Oh!" Hu Zhuang answered, closed the door and left, and only Lu Qiang was left in the house. The pale yellow incandescent lamp emitted light, illuminating Lu Qiang, who was preoccupied.

It's dawn.

The sky was a little grey, and the sun was obscured by thick clouds, through which the sun could not shine through.

Corpses, minced flesh, blood-soaked red earth.

There are no crows, no vultures, and the work of grabbing food and cleaning the battlefield is handed over to Lu Qiang.

A group of recruits who had only shot but had never been in contact with a dead man, especially those who died so miserably, vomited one by one, and even some veterans saw it, their faces were a little pale, and they were not comfortable, but fortunately they did not vomit.

Matsuiwa Yoshio, who was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were blurred, looking at the roof, most of the division, it's gone, damn the Eighth Road, damn Su * Lian, damn Ueda Taka, all of them should be damned. As soon as he thought of this, the whole person became excited and coughed violently.

"General!" The guards outside the door heard a violent cough coming from inside the house, and immediately pushed the door in, and saw Yoshio Matsuiwa with a red face from coughing, "Doctor, doctor, nurse." The guard hurriedly shouted.

"Da Da Da!" Several doctors and nurses dressed in white hurriedly walked over.

"Quick, what's wrong with the general?" The guard said with a little anxious face, after all, he relied on becoming a general guard, if something happened to the general, then his backer would be gone, so how could he not be in a hurry.

Several doctors examined Matsuiwa Yoshio with instruments, and finally said to the guards, "The general's health is not a big problem, mainly because he was too excited, and he was very angry before, so it is good to rest for a while." ”

"Understood, thank you." The guards bowed down to see the doctor away, looked at Matsuiwa worriedly, and finally continued to stand in the doorway.