As soon as Zhang Xinyu's words fell, he heard a whistling sound approaching instantly, and hurriedly grabbed Zhang Yu and fell to the ground.

Zhang Xinyu only felt that this burst of artillery was accurate and ruthless, and after a few loud and violent sounds, his ears were so hot and painful that he couldn't hear anything, and his internal organs seemed to be cracked, and he couldn't vomit when he wanted to, so he had to cover his stomach and roll around at the bottom of the trench.

The black and gray soil flew down all over the sky, choking Zhang Xinyu almost suffocated, and a thick layer of mud and dust quickly accumulated on his clothes, no matter how he dusted it, who knew that the soil rain wrapped in grass and soil lumps fell faster and faster, and it didn't take long for the bottom of the trench to increase by half a meter, and people couldn't lie down, so they had to sit up, and the soil fell vigorously until the lower half of the body was buried in the soil......

The torrential rain of the earth finally stopped, and the earth no longer trembled, Zhang Xinyu shouted a few times, but still couldn't hear anything, he was in a hurry, climbed on Zhang Yu's shoulder next to him and shook it a few times, and turned a face stained with black mud and dull eyes.

Zhang Xinyu patted his face and pointed to his ears again, but Zhang Yu didn't react, looking like he had been blown up.

Zhang Xinyu, who was trying to calm down, held on to the wall of the trench, pulled his lower body out of the soil with great difficulty, and looked left and right in a half-squat, trying to find someone who could help him.

On the left, the squad leader's four-member combat team disappeared, replaced by a huge crater with a diameter of five or six meters, and on the right, half of the dozen or so riflemen in the 2nd platoon disappeared, a few squatted at the bottom of the ditch and did not move, bleeding like blood on their bodies, and a few mentally ill people crawling and rolling around, shouting with their hands up, but Zhang Xinyu couldn't hear a word.

The Type 96 water-cooled heavy machine gun assigned to the 2nd Platoon position was pitifully slumped in front of the trench, and the broken barrel seeped water, but no one took care of it.

Zhang Xinyu covered his ears and rubbed them for a while, and finally heard some sounds like nothing, the sound of cannons, gunshots, and the sound of "Ula......

Finished! The position was blown up! Maozi is up!

Can't sit still!

Zhang Xinyu hurriedly dug out the Hanyang 99 light machine gun from the soil, rubbed it with his sleeves, and got up and set up on the edge of the trench. When you open your eyes, you are obedient, and your eyes are full of people, people, people!

Two or three hundred meters away. I didn't have time to aim carefully, so I swept a few shuttles in the most densely populated places, clicked, hung up empty, and ran out of bullets!

"Zhang Yu! Bullet! Bullet! ”

Zhang Xinyu raised his throat and yelled several times, but he didn't get any response, and when he looked down, Zhang Yu was holding the elbow of a person who didn't know where he flew from in a daze, Zhang Xinyu didn't think about it. I slapped him back!

This slap came hard enough, and it worked immediately, Zhang Yu trembled, his eyes suddenly became angry, and he looked at the elbow of the person in his hand. Shocked and screamed, he threw it out of the water at once.

Zhang Xinyu didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, so he unloaded an empty drum and threw it over, first picked up the grenade that had unscrewed the cover next to him, smashed it according to the row of Russian soldiers who rushed to a distance of forty or fifty meters, and threw out more than ten grenades in one go, which made the other party cry wolf and stop for a while. Crouching or crouching, shooting indiscriminately in this direction.

"Bullets!"

Still no response.

The grenade was gone, and Mao Zibing moved forward again, in a hurry. Zhang Xinyu picked up Zhang Yu's 97 rifle at his feet and fired five shots in a row, estimated that he knocked down two or three of the leaders, and then called "bullets", but there was still no response, and the bullets fired by the other party whizzed past his ears. Clusters of black dust fluttered out on the edge of the trench.

"...... the"

Zhang Xinyu lowered his head and was about to scold. But there was no trace of Zhang Yu, looking left and right. Fucking! That kid actually touched the overturned heavy machine gun on the 2nd platoon position by himself!

Still didn't think much about it, Zhang Xinyu grabbed his rifle and chased after him, kicking up two stunned soldiers on the way, "Shoot!" Shoot if you want to survive! ”

Dragged up the living person, stepped over the stump, picked up and threw grenades when he saw them along the road, threw more than a dozen of them, and chased Zhang Yu.

The two only glanced at each other, didn't say anything, and didn't care about the bullets that were whizzing beside them, picked up the heavy machine gun that was still dripping, set it up, and quickly entered their respective battle positions - it was still Zhang Xinyu who operated the gun, and Zhang Yu sent the bullets.

"Dada......"

Tongues of fire spewed out, bullets swept through the dense horizontal formation, and they knocked down the Russians who were marching forward with flat-ended rifles in pieces, they were brave, the bullets were merciless, blood was splashed, and they followed one after another, however, a machine gun alone was obviously unable to stop the tide of enemies coming in this area.

Even the 60 guns and grenadiers in the rear are silent, and the cannons in the back are still firing, but the falling shells are sparse, and it is estimated that they have been smashed enough by the heavy artillery bombardment just now.

A few rounds of long shots passed, the long canvas bullet belt saw the end, and the residual water in the sleeve of the heavy machine gun was also burned into steam by the hot barrel, and the white steam diffused from the bullet hole, covering the vision for a while, Zhang Xinyu was anxious, took off his clothes and fanned the steam, but a few Mao Zibing had already rushed under his nose!

"Fight!"

In the light of light, Zhang Xinyu pulled out his hand and touched the rifle leaning against the wall of the trench, the bayonet stained with dirt was no longer shiny, and only followed a powerful straight line, swooping into the chest of a bearded Russian soldier who rushed to the front.

The red blood gushed out along the blood trough next to the bayonet, Zhang Xinyu kicked forward, his hand twitched, and when he saw the flesh of the red bayonet, he turned around, and turned around with the butt of the gun, which hit the head of the second young Russian soldier, and this force was enough, and smashed a big blood pit in the middle of the opponent's head, and the two big blue eyes almost burst out of the eye sockets-

Before he had time to return to the flat gun, the bayonet of the third Russian soldier had already grazed Zhang Xinyu's face, stinging - hot pain, Zhang Xinyu's blood surged, and he shouted "kill" angrily, his left hand grabbed the muzzle of the opponent's gun forward, and the right hand sent the gun, piercing it fiercely and accurately, the long sharp bayonet penetrated the opponent's throat in one breath, and the red tip of the knife drilled straight out to the back of his head!

Who is the fourth?

A figure that was not tall, but really sturdy, flashed by, holding a bayonet and striking the Russian GI who was a whole head longer than him.

Who else could it be besides Zhang Yu?

Zhang Xinyu smiled, he had completely entered the role of cannon fodder, and he already regarded death as home, so he snorted at the moment, stepped forward with a gun, rushed to Zhang Yu's side, and fought side by side. In three or two strokes, he knocked down the tallest Russian soldier.

In less than a minute, the four people were solved, but there was still an endless sea of people in front of them!

Are you really going to die here?

That's enough......

Suddenly, the Russian soldiers, who had already rushed to the ground in front of them, stopped in horror. They shot, prayed, and shot again, only to be swept away by a rain of bullets—at last, fear triumphed over courage, and rippled across the entire front, and the warriors, who had just stood tall and fearlessly charged at the bullets, now turned around, ignoring the officers' chasing, the swearing, the whipping, and the shooting on the spot. Running away in a frenzy......

Zhang Xinyu and Zhang Yu did not chase after them, they jumped back into the trenches in a familiar way, and at the same time saw clearly what made those crazy Russian soldiers collapse at the touch - the chariot.

Several "Seden" heavy tanks rumbled with black smoke, ran over large and small craters, and climbed behind the positions of the 2nd Company. Lined up, stopped, and turned the huge column-shaped turret, the stubby 75 tank guns spit fire and smoke from time to time, and the two machine guns on the turret and the hull alternately fired a series of bright bullet marks, closely pursuing the fleeing enemy troops in the middle of the ground.

2 companies saved?

"Hooray!"

"Long live the charioteers!"

The cheers of the few dozen remnants of the 2nd Company were mixed with the noisy and violent gunfire of the cannons, and even the cheerers themselves. Most of them can't hear what they're calling in their mouths......

On top of the smoke and dust that gradually dispersed in Aleysk, Captain Yang Zhiyong, squadron leader of the 209th Squadron of the 3rd Fighter Wing, led the 6 planes of the squadron to start the afternoon shift patrol.

In a fierce battle over Semipalatinsk on 3 July, Yang Zhiyong shot down three enemy planes in one fell swoop, and his total record rose to four. won him a first-class medal of loyalty, and in the following battle, his 209 squadron went to full duty, and the losses continued, and the former squadron leader was also killed in an accident crash. The superior then instructed Yang Zhiyong to take over as squadron leader. And promoted him to captain - this was two days ago.

After days of fierce fighting, the squadron had fewer and fewer aircraft and pilots available. Although it has been repeatedly replenished, it is often only possible to maintain half of the strength, and the old comrades-in-arms of the same team who fought with Yang Zhiyong in the north and south at the beginning of the war were also killed, wounded, and transferred, and at this time only his wingman pilot, Lieutenant An Jingshi, was left alone - in the battle on July 3, it was An Jingshi who stabbed out and unexpectedly knocked out the enemy plane that poked Yang Zhiyong's plane full of holes and saved his life.

Today, An Jingshi is not in Yang Zhiyong's wingman position, followed by Yang Zhiyong is a rookie who has never had a record, An Jingshi led another rookie to fly in his left rear position, and then went over to Lieutenant Lin Ying, who was urgently seconded from the First Air Group of the Northern Army, with the third rookie.

After the battle on July 3, for some reason, Yang Zhiyong's luck has been bad, rushing in the air to kill, knocking down a lot of bullets, but a total of only one fighter and one reconnaissance plane were knocked down, and finally made himself the first "trump card" in the Second Air Force, and received a fourth-class White Tiger Medal, but An Jingshi was out of control, shot down three enemy planes in a row, won the first-class Medal of Loyalty and Bravery, and then was promoted to lieutenant.

As for the lieutenant Lin Ying who was transferred from the first voyage, Yang Zhiyong is not pleasing to the eye, this guy has a gentleman's style, he is very particular about eating and dressing, he does not drink non-high-grade foreign wine, does not eat non-exquisite Western food, the scarf must be silk, there is no room for a single dust on the leather boots and jacket, he hums a few foreign songs at every turn, shows off his Beijing accent, and even more, as soon as he arrives at the base, he looks for women everywhere like a mad dog, and shouts unashamedly, "I will change a woman every time I shoot down an enemy plane", which is simply shameless!

However, it is such a playboy, but he is the first "trump card" of the first air group, in the first large-scale air battle over Slyujanka in the Northern Theater on April 19, the 1st Squadron of the 1st Fighter Wing to which he belongs shot down 14 Russian planes that came to challenge in one fell swoop, and since then has firmly controlled the air supremacy of the vast airspace in the southern Baikal Lake, and Lin Ying alone took over five enemy planes in this battle, two more than Captain Mo Han, the squadron leader.

In the subsequent battle, Lin Ying shot down 3 enemy planes successively, with a total record of 8, and won the fourth-class White Tiger two months earlier than Yang Zhiyong.

However, perhaps because of his arrogant and presumptuous character, although he had great military achievements, he was not treated by his superiors, and because he was accused of raping a local girl, he was summoned by a military court, although according to his own words, "it was just a love affair, and both parties were consensual", and he was not convicted after all, but he was still punished with an internal warning.

Now Yang Zhiyong doesn't have the time to care about these things, and before taking off, he had a vague premonition that today would not be an easy day......

Subconsciously pulled out a piece of ink-stained glass from his pocket, raised it above his head to look at the direction of the sun, and sure enough, a group of enemy planes were swooping down with their backs to the sun!

"Dead hair, have you grown, playing yin-"

Yang Zhiyong muttered in his mouth, his left hand stretched out far out of the cockpit, and made the gestures of "above" and "facing the battle".

The six "Yundian" successively started at full power, raised the nose of the machine to meet it, but among them, Lin Ying rushed to the front, which was the back of the original position.

"This madman knows how to be in the limelight!"

Yang Zhiyong quickly found the target, stabilized the nose, turned on the machine gun safety, and lightly rested his right thumb on the shooting button at the top of the joystick......