"Eleven."

Lying in the bunker, Li Dacheng would splash a blood flower with every bullet he fired.

For a sharpshooter like Li Dacheng, the devil does not lie down, the effect is not bad, he can always find a target.

Suddenly, a shrill bell rang.

A ringtone is a command.

The devil is retreating, this is a good time to chase the devil's ass and beat it, why did you order it to withdraw? Although extremely reluctant, Li Dacheng did not dare to delay in the slightest.

Command above all else.

No matter who you are, as long as you dare to disobey the order, you won't be killed!

For those who disobey orders, it is not only those who violate orders, in short, those who make mistakes will be punished differently from person to person, but they are absolutely slashing.

For Li Dacheng, he violated an order and confiscated two acres of land. Therefore, Li Dacheng was careful, and he didn't dare to make the slightest mistake.

"!"

Withdrawing the sniper rifle from the shooting hole, Li Dacheng held the sniper rifle, slipped down, and slipped into the underground bunker.

Li Dacheng is different from ordinary soldiers, he is a sniper and a baby bump, so he is treated specially, and his shooting position is one of the special treatments.

His firing position was a personal bunker, both concealed and sturdy, and as long as it wasn't hit by a cannon shell, there was no.

For the defensive side of positional warfare, the most dangerous thing is not those cannons, but the grenadiers and rapid-fire guns of the devils.

The cannonballs of the grenadiers were grenades, which exploded into forty lobes, and it was these flying shrapnel that hurt people; The same is true for rapid-fire guns, which shoot shotguns, and what hurts people is the lead pellets in the bullet body.

Li Dacheng's personal bunker was defended against the devil's grenadiers and rapid-fire guns.

The devil's grenadier canister is extremely powerful and extremely lethal, and a shell explodes with a killing radius of five meters.

The grenadiers of the devils are all veterans of a hundred battles, extremely elite, and at a distance of about 400 meters, the hit rate can reach more than 80 percent.

Each squad of devils has two grenadiers, and in positional warfare, it is these devils' grenadiers that are the most lethal.

Snipers are not placed here to fight ordinary devils, but to fight these grenadiers of devils.

Every hundred meters, there are three such personal pillboxes, accompanied by a sniper.

It is extremely difficult for a qualified sniper like Li Dacheng to be trained, so he has to protect it like an eyeball. It is also useful to prepare three personal pillboxes, just to prevent one from being blown up by artillery.

Li Dacheng obeyed the order so much, and the others naturally didn't say anything, it was definitely the same as a thousand people, and as soon as the bell rang, they all got into the bunker.

―――――― Fang Zhenwu put down the binoculars and nodded with satisfaction, he said to Li Deyu on the side: "Yuzhi, after this battle, the Black God Army will truly stand tall." ”

This is a shocking battle, and it is also the best opportunity for the Black God Army to train.

The quality of the soldiers of the Black God Army is not said, the training is hard, the discipline is strict, not to mention the first-line combat power of the Black God Army, that is, the second and third lines, that is also leverage, and now they only lack one battle.

Here, not to mention the soldiers of the Black God Army, even ordinary people do not lack the heart to fight to the death with devils. After the first battle, as long as the panic of the new recruits was overcome, the Black God Army would have tens of thousands of real iron-blooded lions.

Most of the people facing the front now are new recruits.

Li Deyu is an old subordinate and old friend who has been following Fang Zhenwu, and they are still sons and daughters, and they have a deep relationship.

Nodding, Li Deyu said: "The big boss is really a genius. ”

In the Northwest Army system, Fang Zhenwu is the only person who is qualified to argue with Feng Yuxiang, and his eyes are also on his brain, but now, he is not only convinced by Han Lihong, but also deeply glad that he has lived in vain.

Quan Annihilation said that this was a permanent division, and he never dreamed of such a thing, but now, it is close at hand, and it is not just a permanent division.

Fang Zhenwu sighed in satisfaction.

During the Great Wall War of Resistance, he scattered all his family wealth and organized the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army, in order to swallow this breath in his chest!

If so, what a pity to die!

――――――― "Brother Dacheng, how many little devils have you killed?" Entering the bunker, Erzhuzi asked.

"Yes, Brother Dacheng, how many have you killed?" Others followed suit.

Li Dacheng is from Xializhuang in Xushui County, and the other fifteen people in this bunker are also from Xializhuang, and they are all from the same village.

Li Dacheng is a veteran, and the others are all recruits, but Li Dacheng is neither a squad leader nor a platoon leader here, he was temporarily transferred to press the formation.

Li Dacheng was deep, he didn't answer, but sat down, then took out a box of Black God cigarettes from his pocket, popped one out, lit it, took a puff, and spit out the cigarette again.

Everyone looked at Brother Dacheng with envy.

They can't afford to smoke the black god smoke that Brother Dacheng smokes, but this is not the reason for envy, they are envious because the black god smoke smoked by Brother Dacheng is rewarded.

It's glory!

After getting enough of the pie, Li Dacheng said: "It's not much, it's only eleven." ”

Eleven? There was a sigh.

Looking at Erzhuzi, Li Dacheng asked, "Erzhuzi, are you afraid?" ”

"I'm afraid of a ball!" After Erzhuzi finished speaking, he said: "The little devil can't jump into the sky to fight, I hide in the bunker and kill the little devil!" ”

Each soldier has a movable bunker, the movable bunker is poured with cement and steel bars, fifty pounds, no one has to hold it, when fighting, take it and put it on the edge of the trench, the protection is absolutely first-class, no matter how good the steel helmet can not be compared.

―――――― Yamamoto's lower scalp was numb, and his head was a little dizzy.

He could see it clearly just now.

The soldiers took out a protective shield from their bunkers and placed it on their positions in front of them.

The shield could cover the soldiers tightly, and the soldiers could hide behind the shield and shoot out through a two-inch-wide shooting hole.

This side was withdrawn, and the opposite side was also withdrawn, and the soldiers of China moved the protective shield down again, and the people disappeared with them.

The withdrawn Yanagi Shaozo had just reported to him that it was not a trap, but an outer trench.

Obviously, the outer trench is dug from under the ground, and it is okay for people to walk up there, but tanks are definitely not good. According to Yanagi, the outer moat was four or five meters deep and wide.

This outer trench is about 500 meters away from the position of China, which is the distance at which the grenadier can't exert its power.

Shimoji Yamamoto felt a chill in his heart.

Now it seems that Niulanshan can't compare with here.

Whether it is manpower, preparation time, and weapons and equipment, Fu Zuoyi had no comparable surname with the current Black God Army at that time.

From the battle situation in Niulanshan, Yamamoto Shimoji naturally thought of the situation he would face.

And this is not the reason why Yamamoto's heart is cold.

Just now, he watched how neatly and quickly the soldiers on the opposite side moved.

To this extent, even the most elite wing under his command can't do it.

With such an elite soldier and such a powerful fortification, it is impossible for Yamamoto Shimoji to think about it without pulling out the cold.

Moreover, there are even snipers on the other side!

―――――― Umezu Mijiro's face turned pale.

Umezu Yoshijiro was a standard soldier who had no interest in politics and had no hobbies other than fighting, and all his thoughts were on war.

Umezu Mijiro never underestimated the enemy, and for the Black God Army, he prepared it with extremely high standards, but for the Black God Army, it turned out that he still greatly underestimated it.

This is an unforgivable mistake.

Now, except for the Zhongshan United, which did not arrive at the predetermined location because of the attack, the other two roads have exchanged fire with the Black God Army.

Yamamoto Shimoji was cautious, and the losses were already very heavy, and Morita Shou caught fire, attacked with all his might, and explained almost half of the wing.

How could the Empire have suffered such heavy losses in the battlefield of China!

At this moment, Umezu Mijiro had a hunch that the United States and Germany might cause heavy losses to the empire with this batch of supplies to the Black God Army!

Mistakes, unforgivable mistakes, which are caused by stereotypes of the Shina people.

Originally, it was thought that even if this batch of materials reached the hands of the Black God Army, it would be impossible for the Black God Army to exert their effectiveness in such a short period of time.

In all likelihood, this was a big mistake.

The Black God Army is different from those of the Shina people.

The attack should be launched before the arrival of this consignment.

Umezu Mijiro's heart churned.

It's a life-and-death killing field.

The Black God Army is provoking him, the Empire.

Now, there is no doubt, it is obvious that the Black God Army is extremely well prepared, and the Black God Army is going to fight him and the empire in these tens of square kilometers.

In this battle, the empire will definitely pay a huge price, but no matter how big the cost, the empire must fight and win!

Looking into the distance, Umezu Mijiro's expression was hideous, and suddenly, his heart was shocked, and he ordered: "Order the Nakayama Wing, immediately stop advancing, find favorable terrain, and build fortifications." ”

Since the Black God Army wants to fight to the death, then the Zhongshan United is in danger.

The Black God Army wants to encircle and annihilate the Nakayama United, and at this moment, Umezu Mijiro no longer feels that the Black God Army is stupid.

――――――― miserable, miserable!

Jitaro Nakayama, the dignified leader of the empire, looks miserable.

The left arm was broken, tied with a bandage and hung around the neck; There was only one eye left, and the right eye was completely covered by a bandage.

Jitaro Nakayama became a red-eyed bullfighter, and he was thoroughly enraged.

Along the way, the enemy didn't even see a shadow, but his people were killed and wounded by thousands, even he himself was blown up by a mine, and he almost didn't return to his grandmother's house.

The radio station was also blown up, and contact with the division headquarters was cut off, so Jitaro Nakayama was left with only one choice: to carry out the established orders.

Finally, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the mountain pass arrived.

Jitaro Nakayama let out a sigh of relief.

In front and on both sides are large slopes, where it is impossible for those who hide in the shadows to do whatever they want.

Jitaro Nakayama was familiar with the terrain and knew that in order to take the pass, he had to break through from the front.

Like Jitaro Nakayama, all the devils breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Before the infantry attacked, of course, they had to use artillery.

Originally, there was only one artillery squadron in a wing, equipped with fourteen mountain artillery field guns, but this time the task was special, so the artillery configured was not a squadron, but a brigade, with a total of forty-two mountain artillery field guns.

At this moment, it was seen that the elite of the artillery was coming.

――――― observation post, Ji Hongchang held a telescope and watched. When he saw the artillery position built by the little devil, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The little devil is really elite, and the artillery position chosen is the most suitable location.

(To be continued)