"Keep bombing for me, keep attacking for me, I want to see how many of your Shura legions can die!" Misimo slapped the table and shouted, "If you want to fight a war of attrition, you don't have this qualification!" ”

There was no intermission, no buffer, and the already frightened Marines were withdrawn, and another group of U.S. Marines and the Maritime Self-Defense Force were sent to the north shore.

As soon as the new U.S. Marines landed on Guam, they were completely stunned, and it was only today that they had seen the real battlefield, and before that their so-called battles, so-called actual combat experience, were all fucking children's games!

The soldiers of the Maritime Self-Defense Force looked at the more than 1,000-meter-long slope in front of them with adoring eyes, which was densely covered with the corpses of soldiers on both sides, and everywhere were still burning Stingray light tanks, and some wounded soldiers who had not yet died were struggling and crying in vain in the pile of dead bodies.

"Bang!"

There was a sudden crisp gunshot on the battlefield, and he couldn't get the necessary treatment, and he knew that his injuries could no longer be healed, although it was better to die than to live, but to lie on the hospital bed for the rest of his life, it was impossible to get up again for the rest of his life, and he couldn't go on a date with a beautiful woman for a lifetime, and he could only practice eating and dressing with his left hand for a lifetime, and he endured the admiration or contempt of others with the aura of a hero all his life...... Their enemies were on the hillside, they hid in the piles of corpses, in the craters that had been smashed out by shells, behind rocks...... The new five hundred Shura legionnaires took over the battlefield, but none of the first defensive soldiers, who were already exhausted, were withdrawn from the battlefield.

The battlefield commander of the second batch of Shura Legions was furious, he pointed at the heroes in front of him and screamed, "You are heroes, and you are fucking bastards!" You all get out of the battlefield for me, it's an order!! ”

Although the Shura Legion is only a mercenary, they can dominate the world because they are a steel division with absolute discipline, but today, they disobeyed the military order together, and this may be the only and last time in their lives: "No! ”

"I have no home, no women, no relatives, all I have is these good brothers around me!" The soldiers who were covered in blood suddenly let out a long howl: "Now that my brothers are all dead, they are all lying on this battlefield, what am I still alive for, if I want to die, I will fucking die together!" Before he dies, Lao Tzu can still fight, and Lao Tzu will gnaw on a few more fucking little books! ”

"You have a good brother like a brother, don't you? You also have vows and promises to live and die together, right? Now please let us fulfill this vow! ”

"Whoa......

After a fierce battle, all the sixty-seven heroes left knelt before the new commander.

They cried!

What a sorrow, but at this moment, everyone's faces are full of pride and pride! Looking at these bloody and tearful heroes in front of him, the Supreme Commander raised his head, careful not to let his eyes flow out of his sockets, where are the sixty-seven scarred soldiers in front of him, they are the truest testimony that the Shura Legion has been able to survive until now, they are the immortal spirit in the blood of the sons and daughters of China, the greatest immortal legend of their human warriors, they are ...... The spirit of the army, the spirit of fighting!!

"Fuck, these brothers can fight for their lives, why can't we fight for our lives?!" The Supreme Commander hissed and roared: "Brothers, let us die together!" ”

"Bang!"

A gunshot suddenly rang out from the bottom of the hillside, and the Supreme Commander's body shook suddenly, he covered his chest with a strange expression, and shouted: "Old Yang! ”

"Here!"

"You're my brother, and you're the highest commander here besides me, I've handed over this position to you, can you fucking hold it?!"

"Yes!" Lao Yang nodded fiercely, looked at the bloodless brother and chief in an instant, and cried: "You stupid, hurry up and die, my share of yours, I will help you get it back together!" Unless we are all dead, we will never allow any enemy to rush through our blockade! ”

"Fuck, Lao Tzu likes to stand up on impulse, this bloody lesson tells everyone...... Be small on the battlefield...... Be careful, their, snipers......"

Lao Yang fiercely glanced at the Shura legion soldiers hiding behind all kinds of messy bunkers, and roared loudly: "Brothers, hold on to the weapons in your hands and die with me!" ”

"Howl ......"

An earth-shattering roar sounded on the entire hillside, and hearing this roar full of tragic momentum that would never return, some of the seriously injured and dying Shura legion soldiers actually broke open their eyes, and for a while stretched out one hand after another in the area that could already be regarded as a life Jedi. In a near-zombie move, the severely blood-ischemic soldiers pulled out a morphine from their first-aid kits, cut the vial with their sabers, poured the entire bottle of morphine into their bodies, and then pressed the wound with a bandage.

One after another automatic rifles and carbines were set up on the battlefield again, Lao Yang glanced at the entire battlefield, looked at the former supreme commander who was struggling not to swallow his last breath in his arms, and hissed: "Brother, have you seen it, we don't have a soft egg in the Shura Legion, you can rest assured that you can go!" You're going to die!! ”

"Hmm......" The former Supreme Commander finally slowly closed his eyes, but he opened his eyes as if he remembered something: "Remember...... Arrange your next commander...... Even if it's fighting to the last man...... Our command system is no, no, it can't be broken! We are the Shura Legion, we are a real army, I, I, we are not a ragtag army, let alone ...... Undisciplined Boy Scouts ......"

"Uh-huh!!" In Lao Yang's desperate nod, the former supreme commander always swallowed his last breath quietly, although he died before he left the army, but he was already worthy of the order of the eldest brother and the arrogant emperor, he was worthy of the military soul fighting soul of the Shura Legion!

The entire hillside slowly rose with a tragic aura of victory, killing and death.

The soldiers of the Maritime Self-Defense Force stared blankly at the battlefield that had undergone a qualitative mutation, and a captain muttered to everyone's heart: "The division of tigers and wolves!" ”

They simply did not dare to resemble each other, what they were going to attack was the defensive position of such an army with the most terrible kamikaze fighting spirit!

The commanders of the twenty-four Stingray light tanks were also chilled, they had long known by radio how the "martyrs" who were still burning on the hillside were finished, and under the cover of hundreds of fighters, the enemy could no longer use any heavy weapons, and they used grenades, individual rocket artillery, and self-detonating kamikaze fighters to blow up those eighteen tanks.

Now looking at the whole battlefield, there are corpses everywhere, and everywhere it is possible to suddenly jump out of a madman holding TNT explosives or strapped a dozen defensive grenades to their bodies, and pounce on them to die with them, and they must also line up a long wall to help the infantry behind the battle resist the bullets, what is the difference between this and hard-pulling the Grim Reaper to dance with them?

In the face of this battlefield, in the face of such a tiger and wolf army, the heavy armor of the tank could not bring them any sense of security, the fierce murderous aura that was sharp to the limit of the universe, and the tragic military spirit that was bound to win and die, had slowly pierced their hearts and every cell in their bodies through the heavy armor.

Mismo looked through the telescope and looked at the entire battlefield on the North Shore, and he froze.

Although there are 10,000 reluctances in his heart, as a combat-oriented soldier who needs to learn to face everything, he must admit that in the 52 years of his life, the troops that are stronger than the American [***] team, more elite than the American [***] team, and more terrible than the American [***] team have finally appeared!

Mismo's heart suddenly remembered the emotion left by a British [***] expert after visiting the [***] team in the sixties of the last century: "In this world, no army should try to confront the Chinese army at close range on the ground!" ”

It wasn't until this moment that Mismo understood the shock and helplessness behind this emotion!

"Proud Emperor, I must admit that the army you personally trained is the strongest army in the world!" Misimo narrowed his eyes cautiously, and said in a low voice: "But this is also your fatal injury, the troops you have personally trained are too few, even if I exchange ten American soldiers for one of you Shura Legion soldiers today, I will grind your strength little by little, because...... I'm scared! ”

"Divide all of our Marines, plus the Maritime Self-Defense Force landing force in this book, into five groups and take turns attacking the north shore!" Mismo shouted into the microphone: "All the fighters and bombers give me all the strength to attack the enemy positions on the north shore, I don't believe that they are really immortal!" Even if they die and can still get up like zombies, I don't believe that the corpses that have been blown up can be spliced back together automatically! ”

"If we can't capture the north shore, let's die on the battlefield together!"

In the frantic roar of Mismo, two hundred F-22 fighters swept diagonally through the air, and the Shura Legion had no anti-aircraft firepower, and these air knights sighed in their hearts, pitying the marines who could only charge on the ground on two legs, while grazing from a low altitude with recklessness, and the two machine guns began to roar. As soon as the red buttons on the control handle were pressed, laser-guided bombs hung on the wings of the plane whistled out.

(To be continued)