The cold northeast wind blew all night, but it was hot as the wind swept southwest, wrapped in smoke, sand, and blood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hot and choking air flow ushers in the morning sun, wandering enchantingly in the glow, charred black, pink, white belt, gauze curtains and other indescribable shapes and colors.

A color and unique smell are very clear, it is in the form of pale reddish pink granules, the taste is awake, and it spreads in the low sky.

That's right, it's the evolution of blood, the rendering of the passion of war, the bloody factor that you can't enjoy anywhere in the luxury.

Yang Guan lay on his back and watched the wonders of the battlefield, his crumpled military uniform soaked in blood, and the blood dripping from the fold of his left shoulder, then rolled down to the bloody ground.

An inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood are too abstract, and there is blood and mud all around him, and the entire fortification stretching left and right is an ordinary appearance, the blood mud of the Anti-Japanese War!

The sky is blue and the clouds are faint, but they are too far away to reach the peaceful scene that the mind has no time to take care of.

Bathing in pink particles, receiving earth massage, and hearing the rumbling of cannons, the sound of gunshots, and the sound of roaring and fighting are realities?

Is this true? Why are you in a dream?

How I hope this is just a dream of Nanke, an illusory world, and the brothers will not shed blood and sacrifice, and they will not ......

The vision of the flower in front of him was blocked, and a haggard and muddy face appeared under the eyes, and the long muddy and unkempt hair was a hundred times more miserable than Cinderella, and only a pair of teary eyes remained......

Two lines of warm and muddy tears sprinkled on her eyelids and face, exuding a faint body fragrance, she is a cuckoo? I didn't dream, this is the reality?

"How do you feel? Speak, you speak? Woohoo......"

The cuckoo's heart was broken, self-blame, remorse and pity permeated his body and mind, why, why did he forget his injuries while fighting the war?

Seeing his scattered eyes, his bleeding shoulders and cheeks, his heart ached like a knife.

Trembling his hands stroking the limp muddy body, there was only a trace of warmth in the cold, the cuckoo was frightened, what to do, what to do?

He lost too much blood, his body was cold, and he was in a trance, if he continued like this, something would definitely happen, no, it was all his own fault, God, open your eyes!

Du Juan regretted not to lose, and fought all night to move the entire position, blindly supplying grenades, prompting Yang Guan to blow up the devil soldiers like an accurate small steel cannon wheel.

The grenade exploded in the air, and the shrapnel scattered one meter above the head of the devil soldiers, with infinite lethality, and every time they swept away the enemy within a radius of three meters.

The initial trajectory distance is 100 meters, and the ghost soldiers' souls fly out of the sky, but there are fire points within 100 meters, and all the fire points are dumb, and how many devil soldiers killed cannot be counted.

The Japanese army went crazy, killed one group to make up for another, and concentrated on encircling and suppressing heavy artillery positions, penetrating the edge of the trench many times, and the battle was fierce.

With the efforts of the brothers, the mountain artillery was all flattened in the sandbags, but Yang Guan did not let the brothers open the cannons, and reserved them to be opened at the most dangerous time.

In this way, the soldiers can only use slingshots to block the enemy, cooperate with heavy machine guns to strafe the little devils, and fight until dawn.

In order to avoid the collapse of the front, Yang Guan carried Du Juan and Xie Tang to the position, greeted the devil soldiers with grenades, and annihilated countless enemies.

However, Yang Guan's strength was not caught, and it took strength to throw out the grenade, and it was normal to affect the wound, and the blood collapse and physical strength were consumed in the throwing grenade.

100 meters, 80 meters, 30 meters......

The throwing distance was invisibly shortened, and he persevered, fighting until he was paralyzed, and he no longer had the strength to fight and look up at the sky.

The cuckoo couldn't stop sobbing, washed his face with tears of remorse, cried a red heart, fell to his knees on the bloody muddy ground, and touched his lover trembling and distressed.

Xie Tang was lying on his right side, exhausted, only a pair of teary eyes were left staring at the two of them, and he was also blaming himself and regretting himself, why did he urge the God of War to kill the enemy, why?

"Quick, pull out the sacrificial brothers, you must keep the fire suppressed, and kill the devil!"

The mud monkey brothers on the left roared in the sound of battle, sitting on the bloody mud with their hands on the ground, wrapped in dark red bloody mud, spewing mud as they spoke.

The two brothers lay on their sides on the ground, pulling out the brothers in the bunker left and right, and lay them on the sides of the seven fallen brothers, their bloody faces gushing with blood.

The blood stained the red mud, the wisps of residual warmth floated, and the roaring brothers crawled into the dark castle, and then there was a rapid clattering sound, killing the devil!

Xie Tang saw it clearly, and he also wanted to kill the enemy, but his body was sore and weak, weaker than any time, and the patrol was full of brothers who fought and sacrificed in the distance, and his angina was so bad that he was really useless!

"Rustle, rustle, snap, snap......"

The herald stumbled and crawled until he fell beside the instructor, panting and roaring rapidly: "Zero, the eastern position is facing a desperate attack by the Japanese planes......

Before he could finish his roar, another herald rushed from the north side, shouting in the mud: "Zero, the devil soldiers on the northern position have launched a charge, suspected of the last struggle......"

The east is in danger, the north is in danger, and the west and the south are facing the charge of the devil soldiers one after another, and the battle situation is reversed.

The devil soldiers were very cunning and seemed to charge for a decisive battle, but instead of running to besiege the heavy artillery positions, they used piles of corpses to advance the position.

The corpses of the devils were piled up, and there were so many that there were no boundaries, and the two devil soldiers shook the corpses and piled them forward, stretching into patches and pushing forward like bulldozers.

The brothers used heavy machine gun fire, and the bullets could not penetrate the multi-layered corpses to stop the movement of the ghost soldiers, and the crisis was looming.

After a whole night of anti-Japanese war, the brothers were so tired that they were half dead, and they were unable to throw grenades at this moment, and they were reluctant to hold heavy machine guns.

The heavy artillery positions have been without food for a day, and the brothers are so hungry that their chests are pressed against their backs, but they have not left their combat posts, but what to do now?

The Japanese army had a large number of troops and sufficient supplies, but the front and rear were resting, and with the support of the troops who were ostensibly defeated, the forces around Linhuai Pass were gathered around the heavy artillery position.

It is the task of the Japanese army to destroy the devil, and at this last chance they will definitely attack frantically and fight to the death.

The devil soldiers were also driven crazy, and they had to fight hard in the face of orders and casualties, and they didn't want to die.

The Eastern Front was covered with mounds for more than ten miles, and Zhang Zizhong's 59th Army and the advance team fought all night with the cooperation of tanks, and they were already close to the heavy artillery position.

The Japanese army's original rout and escape was stabilized by the reinforcements occupying the mound, making it difficult for the 59th Army to cross the blockade line.

The battle under the cover of night consisted in one blow, the Japanese stabilized the routed line, and the seven tanks were powerless, and there was no deterrent to the devil soldiers on the hill without shells.

The three tanks rushed in and were paralyzed on the field by the devil soldiers, prompting a stalemate in the battle.

The sky was bright, the deterrent power of the tanks was multiplied, and the rout of the Japanese army in the east was a foregone conclusion.

The same was true of the battle at Linhuai Pass in the north, where the Japanese army had been entrenched for several days and had already laid a net of heaven and earth, making it difficult for the 51st Army and the advance team to cross the Linhuai Pass.

Now, the 51st Army has all crossed the river, and the heavy firepower has been set up, just waiting to be destroyed by locking on to the target, and Linhuai Pass is already in the bag.

The Japanese army was facing an unprecedented crisis, which inspired the fighting spirit to fight to the death, and only by encircling and destroying the devil could it boost morale, and it was still glorious despite defeat.

The crisis of the heavy artillery position is unprecedented, and life and death are unpredictable.