Noise! Loud noise!

The sound of gunpowder deflagrating at high speed, the sound of the warhead scratching out of the chamber at high speed, the sound of the air being impacted, the sound of the metal machinery hitting and reciprocating at high speed, and the sound of the continuous drop of the bullet casing, all mixed into a unified violent noise that did not stop. It drowned out the sound of the bunker being continuously hit on the outer wall, the sound of bullets flying in and embedded in the back wall from time to time, and the sound of bullets occasionally flying in and grazing the steel helmet or hitting the metal body of the heavy machine gun.

In the dim bunker, the shooting hole looks bright and dazzling, and the muzzle of the heavy machine gun that trembles in the impact flashes a warm faint light again and again, and the smoke generated continuously is carried into the shooting hole by the wind outside the pillbox, and the smoke that follows the beating bullet casings again and again is mixed, diffuse, drift, and diffuse.

This is the job of the machine gunner, this is the point of fire, as the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, most of them are actually fighting in the bunker for the first time, this feeling is not as comfortable as they imagined, the narrow space with poor light and sight gradually makes them become anxious, completely without the initial sense of superiority.

The soldier in charge of transporting ammunition ran along the traffic trench with a bullet box in his arms, and just after running into the pillbox, he fell heavily at the entrance, and the bullet box in his arms fell off his hand, and the three hundred rounds of six or five bullets fell to the ground with a splash of water, and the yellow bullet casings all over the ground staggered and rolled together.

"Damn me...... I've been shot!" cried out as the fallen warrior clutched his ankle with both hands, and the blood red was rapidly spreading between his fingers, caused by a delineated ricocheting.

The heavy machine gun was still firing, and the secondary shooter was still busy connecting the machine gun to a bullet protection plate, not even bothering to turn his head to look at it, the two fighters crouched on the side of the heavy machine gun, one after another to hold the bullets scattered all over the ground in their hands, and then one by one quickly pressed onto the empty bullet protection plate.

Ma Liang, who was deeply furrowed, carried his rifle and leaned against the side of the observation hole to look again and again, shrunk, and then looked again, and suddenly shouted in the hustle and bustle by pulling his throat: "Don't care about the suppression on the other side! Hit those targets that are unfolding! Let them climb! If you don't hear it, let them climb!" At this time, a few puffs of earth mist splashed near the shooting hole: "I X his ancestor!" Then he covered his eyes and slid down against the wall next to the shooting hole, and found that there was no blood on his hands, only to know that he was blinded by the flying sand, and he didn't realize that he Ma Liang himself had a day of swearing.

He Gensheng rushed into the traffic trench, the blood on his hands had not yet dried, and the cat bent down and ran quickly forward in the traffic trench. For him, nothing has changed, except that without the blue sky and white sun cockade, the armband has become a striking 18GA. The only thing that pleased him was that he had a brand new Red Cross armband, and a delicate and beautiful Japanese field medicine box in pure cowhide, which was no longer as heavy and obstructive as a wooden medicine box when he carried it behind him.

Jumping in panic over the lying or sitting reserve soldiers in the traffic trench, attracting the eyes to collectively look back at his hurried back. It's nice to have a hygienist. At least...... He was there when he died, and may the Bodhisattva bless him.

It was a ricochet, embedded in his ankle, and He Gensheng, who knelt down on one knee to check the injury, turned his head and shouted to the traffic trench outside the pillbox: "Come and help me take him away!"

As soon as the words fell, with a falling sound, the heavy machine gun in the shooting stopped, and the main shooter fell into the bullet casings all over the ground, and fell into He Gensheng's stunned gaze when he heard the sound and looked back. The co-shooter stepped forward to operate the machine gun, and one loader stood up and became a sub-shooter, shouting outside the bunker, "Another loader!"

Noise, the loud noise that began to rage again in my ears! The bullet casings continued to fall, jump, roll, and disperse the last wisps of smoke.

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Upstream, to the west of the wine station, corresponds to the left flank of the defender.

The pillboxes were busy with the exchange of suppressive and counter-suppressive fire on the front, and the advance on the flanks was much more calm. The tactical standards of the devils could not be more standard, and the whole is divided into three units, one on the front, one on the side, and one on the reserve.

A small squad of upstream troops, at present, is not a fist-style attack, but an experimental attack, the main purpose of which is to detect the defensive situation, and if conditions permit, it can directly evolve from a tentative attack to a formal attack.

The three-way firing boundary of the bunker covers most of the area, but the river bank cannot be covered by the bunker because the river bank is low.

There is one direction that is most convenient to cover the riverbank, and that is the opposite bank, the south bank of the Muddy Waters. There are two platoons of troops on the other side, more than in the wine station, one is the second platoon of Shi Cheng, and the other is the platoon of the second company. But Hu Yi told Shi Cheng that he was not allowed to participate in the war without getting the signal to join the war, and he was not allowed to participate in the war until he had to do so.

If the fire is deployed on the opposite bank to assist the defense of the wine station, the difficulty of the devil's attack can be imagined, unless the troops are separated and leave the battlefield to find a position to find a way to cross the river, and then do the coordination of the two aspects. But in that case, although the devil's combat effectiveness is strong, the size of a squadron is too thin, and there are no offensive weapons, and the probability of capturing the wine station is still not optimistic.

The most critical issue is the purpose of the battle, the Ninth Company is not defending the wine station at all, but is fighting to block the attack, to stick the devils, to consume, once that is done, the devils who have been attracted with great difficulty are likely to immediately turn around and join the puppet army to re-enter Dabeizhuang, or immediately transfer back the puppet army that is marching towards Dabeizhuang; either the purpose of the battle fails, or it is a catastrophe, these problems are not concerned by others, Hu Yi dare not think about it.

Not only to defend, but also to give hope to the devils, so that they can't bear to loosen their mouths and grind slowly, and imperceptibly consume their fighting spirit, troops, and ammunition in order to make a move. The only thing to worry about is the right flank, and without the fire support from the other side, it is really possible to leak in, can the mule be able to do it? If he can't do it, can anyone else do it? In this case, the blood that looks at death as if it were home will not be of any benefit, and will only hasten the defeat.

Sifted through all the faces of the entire Ninth Company, only the desperate bear was the best candidate, only he could hold on longer, even if this weak-willed bear really abandoned the position in the end, no one could hold on longer than him. Luck can be called luck, but what is it if you are lucky? Hu Yi is convinced that the bear will definitely be able to do what Hu Yi himself can't!

The stone house is very strong, after it was burned by Li Youde, two layers of staggered side-by-side log flat roofs were rebuilt, and there were originally sandbag fortifications on it, but now people have ordered people to flatten those sandbag bags, not to mention grenadiers, mortars can not easily collapse. The stone house was not far from the left bank, and the shooting holes were smashed as high as possible, and the top of the table almost touched the round wooden beams above

Czech machine guns were mounted on the smashed firing holes, and the target had appeared, and a group of devil rifles, nine of them, were pulling away, taking advantage of the terrain from time to time, and were sneakily approaching the low position along the upper western riverbank.

And so the Czech machine guns rang out, firing with a crisp and clear frequency, short bursts like rhythmic melodies, and the ballistics sometimes stirred the snow on the shore, sometimes shattered the ice on the shore. The target sprang up or disappeared in panic during the interval in the trajectory, like a rabbit that had lost its soul......