The moonlight shines on the ground, and the shrimp boy obediently falls out of bed......

Hearing that Grandma was going to plant seedlings, Grandpa watched the cow and went up the hill......

The soft singing began to resound in the army, then slowly grew louder, and spread farther and farther above the night sky as the guns saluted.

"Commander, it's almost." Guo Yongbiao, the colonel of the 66th Army, looked at the city gate in front of him that was almost demolished and said.

Ye Zhao turned to look behind him, the soldiers he brought out, those soldiers who were singing softly, there were now less than 5,000 left.

"Blow the trumpet, it's time to hit the road." Ye Zhao said with a sigh, looking at this night sky, I don't know how many people survived in the end.

"Doodle, doo, doo!"

The sharp horn of the charge began to sound, and the troops began to rush towards Guanghuamen, some secretly wiping their tears, and some scolding their mothers, but their tired faces showed hideousness and perseverance.

"Little Japan, I'll fuck your grandma." Beside him, a soldier was angrily cursing Little Japan as he ran towards the Taiping Gate with the large army.

Hearing this, Fang Yan looked at the troops running around him, silently pulled the bolt of the rifle, buckled his index finger, looked for the lieutenant colonel he met at the beginning, and slowly ran towards the city gate.

"Boom!"

The sound of explosions kept sounding ahead, but it was not a Japanese shell, but a mine that their own people had once buried in front of the city gate, and at this time they were harvesting their lives.

The sound of gunfire and wailing was mixed, and the corpses of the national army and the devils on the ground were mixed together, charred corpses, stumps and broken arms......

"You're on the street."

The slower dialect was bumped, and a soldier ran past him swearing.

With a hard slap in the face, Fang Yan took a deep breath and followed the troops to run in the direction of the intended breakthrough.

War, never mercy on the weak!

And this, too, is my war!

……

"Rush, give me the fuck rush, machine gun, machine gun......"

At this moment, the 66th Army had broken through to the vicinity of the fork in the northeast of the Purple Mountain as planned, and was blocked by the enemy in front of it.

And Luo Cequn, the commander of the 159th Division, was also on the way to lead the charge, shouting: "Brothers, come with me, as big as you want, don't be a decrepit boy!" ”

He was shot several times and fell to the ground and died for his country.

"Da Da Da!"

The troops at the front constantly stormed the enemy's positions, tearing out a gap, and the sound of rifle and machine guns mingled.

Because the positions left by the vanguard troops in Taipingmen and other places were broken, the troops where the dialect was located at this moment also became the vanguard at this time, and they were attacking the forward position.

Tightly gripping the trigger of the rifle, the dialect let the muzzle of the gun point forward, full of vigilance, and rushed forward without looking back.

You can't stop when you break through, because if you stop and face death, only in the non-stop running movement, the enemy's shot is not easy to hit.

The dialect that rushed forward suddenly rolled to the side, and a bullet fell on the position just now, and he got up and fired a few shots, and a Japanese soldier fell from the side of the building.

Indifferent, ruthless, and not stuck to the question of whether he killed or not, Fang Yan quickly flicked his legs and ran forward, constantly staring at the surrounding buildings with his own residual vision.

"Boom!"

A mortar shell exploded in front of Fang Yan, and several Nationalist soldiers were lifted up by the air wave, and with this firelight, Fang Yan swept towards the Japanese soldiers who were outcropping in front of him.

Keep moving, keep shooting at the sparks in front of you, and the screams never fade from your ears.

"Click!"

Fang Yan jumped behind the sandbag, removed the drum from the rifle, and reloaded it, and in front of the sandbag, a light machine gun was roaring in this direction.

"Boy, get rid of him for me." The lieutenant colonel rushed to his side and fell down and shouted, at this time, if you don't have to yell, you can't hear what others are saying at all.

Fang Yan didn't reply, took a deep breath, waited for a shuttle of bullets to hit the sandbag behind his back, and quickly got up and aim.

"Smack!"

The roar of the machine guns stopped, and the lieutenant colonel quickly got up and led the brothers behind him to rush towards the local position, the dialect was still aiming at the original position, and sure enough, the tongue of fire reappeared.

Quickly discharging the machine gun, Fang Yan watched as the large army rushed to the enemy position and then rushed forward.

"Sweep the position, sweep the position, get that crooked handle." The lieutenant colonel shot out one of the Japanese soldiers who stood up, and shouted at the people around him.

Fang Yan sat down with the gun in his arms, took a sip of the kettle, took out two magazines from his backpack again, and hung them on his body.

"Run, run, run, if you don't want to die, you can fucking run!" The lieutenant colonel scolded at the people on the ground.

After a short rest, the troops reactivated, and Fang Yan ran to the side of the lieutenant colonel and asked loudly: "What's your name?" ”

"Call Lao Tzu, his grandmother's, I'll tell you when I survive." The regiment commander scolded and yelled, organized the troops and began to run towards the Xianhemen position in front.

The gunfire rang out again, and the dialect also rushed forward, this is just a forward position of the Japanese army, if you don't take advantage of the current situation to expand the results of the battle, it will not be so simple after the Japanese army reacts.

"Kill!" The regiment commander also knew about this situation and took the lead in rushing directly towards the Japanese positions behind.

"Da-da-da-da."

Their machine guns spewed out tongues of fire and began to devour the lives of the Japanese soldiers, and blood mist burst out from the chests of the resisting Japanese soldiers, and at the same time, people continued to die in the charge.

"Rush over! Quick, rush straight over! ”

The troops tore through the forward positions like hungry wolves and began to rush towards the center of the position.

Fang Yan broke through and knocked out a rising Japanese soldier and continued to run forward.

"Whew!"

Feeling as if something had crossed his face, he subconsciously touched it with his hand, and the feeling of wetness spread to his brain.

I was shot? I'm going to die?

Fang Yan slowly stopped, felt all the sounds around him fall silent, and put his hand in front of his eyes, stained with blood.

"You're looking for death, hurry up and rush over to Lao Tzu." The regimental commander yelled, kicking him in the leg.

Fang Yan's body staggered, but his consciousness returned to the battlefield, shivered, and continued to run forward with his gun.

The Japanese troops holding the position had already reacted and began to fight their own counterattacks on the position, and the strong firepower allowed the troops to retreat, and began to fight positional battles according to the existing fortifications.

The regimental commander found the dialect, ran over with a hunched body, and shouted at the dialect cowering under the sandbag: "Can you knock out the machine gun in front." ”

He nodded, glanced slightly outside, and quickly shrank back, where two light machine guns and one heavy machine gun were cross-firing.

The people next to him kept falling, and new soldiers came up.

Fang Yan licked his dry lips, exposed the head of the gun, quickly straightened his upper body to make a half-squatting position, and fired 6 shots in a row, the fire on the opposite side suddenly decreased, and Fang Yan quickly retracted, and a row of bullets passed through his head.

"Grandma's, you're awesome!" The regiment commander patted Fang Yan's shoulder and yelled at the soldiers around him, "Rush up with Lao Tzu fucking now!" ”

After saying that, the regiment commander stood up and took the lead in charging towards the front position.

Fang Yan narrowed his eyes and raised the rifle in his hand again......