PS: Bow and thank Wang Jingxian for the reward of children's shoes, thank you, thank you!!

The fierce shelling is not frightening in frequency, but in the form of falling together, within a range of several tens of meters, and exploding at the same time. Shock waves, instantly roast snow, crush trees, and crush rocks; The central location, people, naturally there is not even scum left.

On the edge of the explosion, the Japanese soldiers flew like toads in the air, and then they were torn apart by the flying shrapnel, whether they were dead or alive.

In the roar of the earth shaking the mountain, a shell fell in front of the position built by the veterans of the Northeast Army surrounded by the top of the mountain on the side in the distance.

"! Zhao Bald, where the hell are you going?!! ”

Zhang Baozi, the commander of the Second Brigade, threw the broken soil on his head, spit out the mud in his mouth, and cursed.

The new commander of the artillery regiment, Zhao Haishan, is wronged, it is just a mistake by the soldiers who set Zhu Yuan, and it has nothing to do with him, the regiment commander, after all, the training is only one night, and it is good to be able to keep up with the cluster shooting.

Instructor Luo went up to the top of the mountain with more than a dozen prisoners and more than 200 snow-white veterans of the Northeast Army in the midst of the shaking of the mountain, looking back at the smoke below, and the smile of victory was already on his face.

Toshiyoshi Yamaguchi closed his eyes in pain, although he couldn't see the situation under the hillside, but his familiarity with artillery made him know that his soldiers would all be killed in the intensive artillery bombardment, and there would be no survivors.

On the top of the mountain, Liu Zhankui, the new commander of the First Brigade, stared at the telescope with beads in his eyes, and kept muttering: "! Point on the right! There's a lot of people on the right! ”

"! Front! Two hundred meters ahead!! ”

After ten minutes, he stopped his excited chatter and shouted loudly: "! Zhao Bald, you dozen little devils also threw ten shells! ”

"Loser!"

"Don't beat it up! What the hell are you leaving some for Lao Tzu!! ”

The soldiers next to him couldn't see the situation in the smoke in the distance, and they all looked back at the rugged brigade commander in surprise, not knowing what kind of epilepsy he was smoking.

"No! No matter what the hell you fry Lao Tzu, you can't get a shot!! ”

Liu Zhankui got up from the snow. I didn't care about wiping the frost flowers on the binoculars, and my eyes looked around, and finally saw Instructor Luo with a walkie-talkie on his back.

Seeing Instructor Luo, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over in a few steps and shouted: "Instructor Luo, that Zhao bald man in the artillery regiment is too a loser." Ten shells for a dozen little devils, what a waste! ”

Instructor Luo put down the binoculars, glanced at Liu Zhankui, looked back at the mountain full of gunsmoke, pondered, picked up the microphone and shouted: "Siberian tiger, Siberian tiger, I am a snow wolf, there are not many rabbits." There aren't many rabbits left......"

Xing Yuan was watching the smoke in the distance on the top of the hill behind the fortress, and the operator who followed him reported loudly and handed him the microphone.

After listening to the call, Xing Yuan picked up the phone next to him and shouted: "Stop the shelling!" ”

"Stop shelling!"

"Stop shelling!"

One by one, the orders for the artillery positions erected on the hill were conveyed.

The sound of the cannon, in the sound of commands, finished the last coordinate point, and the flag died down.

As soon as the cannon stopped, Instructor Luo raised the flare gun in his hand, and three red flares flew into the sky.

"Rush!!"

The moment the flare is raised. Shouts of killing sounded all over the mountains, and the crowds of people rushed down the mountain with snow and mist.

Their charge did not panic the Japanese troops below. Because, in the shroud of smoke, they could not see the figure rushing from the top of the mountain, and their hearing, in the huge roar, was close to deafness, and the shouting of killing could not suppress the buzzing tinnitus at all.

At this time the roots of the slope begin. The trees were scattered, and most of them were only smoking stumps, all of which were blown up and torn apart; The snow melts completely, and people can feel the bloody warmth of the cold in this area. Large craters were scattered on the ground, and the rocks crumbled into powder. Patches of vacant flat areas, one by one big craters look at the sky with hatred.

The corpses of the Japanese soldiers were everywhere, there were stumps and broken arms, bloody organs, and truncated intestines scattered on the gray and black ground, and the living Japanese soldiers were also dizzy, confused and at a loss, and had not yet woken up from the violent explosion.

The three red flares are speed attacks, leaving no live openings, shooting from a long distance to avoid counterattack.

This order made these veterans of the Northeast Army ecstatic, they could kill to their heart's content!

The hatred accumulated in the mining area suddenly erupted at this moment, and there was only one thought in their minds, and that was killing.

At this time, there is no need for people to instill the great truth of resisting Japan and saving the country, there is no need to talk about the responsibility of paying for blood debts and blood, and there is no need to mention anything about recovering the three eastern provinces.

"Grass mud horse! Give back my brother's life! ”

A veteran soldier roared wildly, and a bayonet stabbed into the chest of the Japanese soldier who was struggling on the ground, and with two consecutive blows, he pulled out the bayonet and pulled the trigger at a Japanese soldier who faced him in his sight, but did not seem to see the killing.

"Dog's day! You brutes!! ”

A veteran pulled out his bayonet, brandished it, flashed between several crooked figures, roared, and stabbed the bayonet into these bodies continuously, donating blood, splattering all over his body,

The machine gunner, who did not have a spear, pulled the trigger as he ran, and the angry bullets hit the holes in the dazed Japanese soldiers under the rare level of accuracy.

The battle, which was already out of control at the beginning of the outbreak, what tactics, what long-distance shooting, the moment they rushed to the hell of Shura, they all forgot, and the only thing they remembered was to kill the little devil. And the way, naturally, is that the white knife goes in, and the red knife comes out to relieve the anger.

The rolling torrent gushed down, and the veterans of the Northeast Army who rushed down the hillside fell into a frenzy of killing at the moment when they were blinded by anger and resentment, and the bayonets were actually steaming hot and bloody in the temperature of dripping water into ice, and the liquid droplets could not be frozen on the bayonets in such a cold temperature.

The Japanese soldiers who had broken their legs, or who were only the upper half of their bodies left, and were struggling and wailing on the ground, did not receive mercy, and they were also comforted with bayonets, and the poofs reduced their pain.

"Kill!!"

A few veterans rushed into the midst of seven or eight Japanese troops.

These Japanese soldiers still had their eyes and ears buzzing, and they didn't know where their guns had gone, they lost their ability to think, looked around blankly, blinked their eyes hard, trying to see the overlapping figures, but suddenly felt a pain in their chests, and the moment their brains were clear, the strength of their bodies was instantly withdrawn, and they fell into boundless darkness.

The more than 20,000 Japanese troops seemed to be a lot, and in the intensive effectiveness of 100 large-caliber guns that lasted for nearly half an hour, less than two or three thousand could survive, and most of them were dizzy and lost their ability to resist. But just like that, the red-eyed veterans still didn't let their hands relent, and in the poof, blood was thrown out, ending their suffering.

The torrent that rushed down from three sides quickly gathered together, and in just ten minutes, the veterans leveled the entire Shura Hell.

"Where the hell are you going!!"

A veteran waved his gun to block a stab from a comrade who rushed on the opposite side, and scolded in a cold sweat.

"Stop!! Stop!! ”

The old soldiers, who were still sober, saw that something was wrong, and shouted to look for those lost figures in the crowd, or forcibly knocked them down, or punched them with old fists, and then snatched their spears.

"Stop attacking! Stop the attack!! ”

Liu Zhankui also saw that something was wrong, and followed by several guards, snatched a crooked handle and rushed it into the sky.

The sound of gunfire made the eyes of the veterans who were looking for little Japan focus on Liu Zhankui, and then, in more and more shouts, they began to be confused and began to regain their senses.

"Clean up the battlefield! Quick action!! ”

Liu Zhankui swept a shuttle of bullets again and shouted to order.

With the order, these panting veterans began to clean up the battlefield, and the blood slowly subsided as the spears pressed on their shoulders and the grenades straddled their bodies.

At the fortress, the mountain guns and field guns were dismantled again, and the large-caliber cannons on the tracks were also being dismantled, and they would be returned to their original positions again to re-defend Soviet Russia on the opposite bank.

At this time, the Soviet Russian outpost was already confused, and they didn't know how to express it, and the sound of guns and cannons on the opposite side made them believe in one thing, that is, the Japanese army was exercising, training, otherwise, the sky would not always raise signal flares, and it would not call out in plain numbers. But there is one thing they never understand, why is the plain code calling Chinese?

They couldn't guess it, and they couldn't understand it for the time being, so they simply sent a telegram to Moscow about what had happened today, the gunfire that broke out last night.

Hulin, when the artillery was rumbling, in the barracks, the Japanese troops and the Japanese on the street were happily assumed that this would be a battle that their troops would win steadily. The fortress, that is an indestructible weapon in their hearts, such a big cannon sound, obviously a large-caliber cannonball, maybe there are 500 or more fortress guns in the fortress, otherwise, there can't be such a big explosion.

When the cannonade stopped, and then the faint sound of gunfire followed, they had reason to believe that they had won the battle!

So, those guys who were ready to sacrifice the army worked even harder, the fire was gurgling, and the pots of pork and beef wafted out the fragrance, and they didn't know that their end was coming.

When cleaning the battlefield in the mountains, the tiger forest already has a festive atmosphere. Even the frostbitten soldiers in the barracks came outside the barracks to listen and feel the joy of victory.

In the camp of the Yamaguchi Division, pots of meat were turning over and bubbling with aroma, and thousands of Japanese soldiers were busy, preparing food for their heroes. In the festive atmosphere of the camp, a group of Japanese soldiers of about 1,000 people walked towards the camp gate with neat steps. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )