Standing on Xiaose Hill Dama Golden Dao and looking south, a winding cold river is already in sight.

Lieutenant Devil is in good spirits, he likes the feeling of being in control, he likes to dominate.

Although he felt that it was unlikely that there would be any real fighting, the so-called Ninth Company of Qingshan Village, blocking the road and putting black guns, now it seemed that the purpose was obviously to delay. Even if those ants had two light machine guns and even a grenadier canister, it wouldn't change the fate of the ants.

Turning a corner, I didn't expect to catch all the ants, they must have run away, and the mantis arm as a car is just a legend. So...... All you have to do is burn that bullshit station, smooth it out, sprinkle it with a soak of urine that symbolizes conquest, and you can reopen the way west.

......

A dozen or so devils scattered and distanced, holding bayonets casually, brushing away dead branches, bypassing snow pits, and following the footprints of their predecessors.

I was about to walk out of this withered yellow forest that was not dense, and I could already see the sudden openness ahead through the gaps.

Juncao, who was about to walk out of the edge of the woods, did not move forward, his left hand was subconsciously raised, stopping the followers from following, and then quietly looking forward.

Empty, open, it looks unnatural, and even has an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

In the vast expanse of snow, the mottled spots are raised black, yellow, or alternate, like a strange array.

It took a few blinks to see that they were stumps that had been cut down, and that the open field was not natural, but more like a large lifeless lumberyard.

It was surprisingly quiet, except for the sound of the cold wind sweeping through the treetops.

It is almost more than 200 meters away, and there is also a dead forest on the opposite side, there is no green shade, and it seems that the faint outline of the building behind the forest can be seen.

The last thing I looked at was a little in the middle of the trees on the other side, was it a grave?

Hell, it's a bunker!

Tutu Tutu Tu Tu ......

What a familiar sound rhythm, what a familiar strobe tongue of fire, it was a Taisho three-year heavy machine gun that they were all too familiar with.

Everywhere there was whistling and splashing, devastation and madness.

The dilated pupils dilated in an instant, dilute the time with horror, so slow that it seemed that even the trajectory of the incoming ones could be distinguished, so slow that it diluted the impact of being penetrated, so slow that no sound could be heard.

Soldiers on the battlefield said that recruits were afraid of artillery, and veterans were afraid of machine guns. Only when I became a veteran did I know that the machine gun is the master of the battlefield, a meat grinder, and a demon that does not breathe; the shell does not have long eyes, and it can disappear in the blink of an eye, how can it bite people like a machine gun, and tear bloodily and shamelessly like a mad dog.

Devils are also soldiers, and devils are like this, but the devil's recruits are very lucky, because they have basically never seen the enemy's artillery.

......

The opening scene is the sound of the Taisho three-year heavy machine gun, and the news from the front has not yet come back, and the devil lieutenant has already pricked up his ears without blinking.

Did he hear it wrong or was it a hallucination? He brought out a 92 heavy machine, but the sound was not right? Isn't this a three-year style? What kind of situation is this? Before he could come to his senses, the heavy machine gun crew happened to pass by him, and they hurriedly prepared to assemble it on the spot because of the sudden firing in front of them.

So he looked around, turned his head and ran up a small high slope nearby, pulling out the binoculars he was carrying as he ran, he was even more excited than just now! He must see what kind of terrain and what kind of situation is in this vicinity, his IQ may indeed not be as high as that of the dead captain, but it does not mean that he will not command the battle, otherwise how can he proudly think that he is better than the captain.

A U-shaped river channel appeared in the lens of the telescope, and the devil lieutenant subconsciously pouted, no wonder he dared to wait for me, what a good place to build a city!

A devil hurried to his side and reported to him what was happening, about the open land that had been cut down more than 200 meters wide, and both ends were open to the riverbank; about the pillbox stuck in the woods opposite, there was a Taisho three-year heavy machine gun in the bunker; about the group of spearheads who opened the way, because they could not predict the pillbox and the heavy machine gun in advance, and four people were killed and wounded on the spot, and all these precious information were brought back by the survivors who were in shock.

It's a good mood, because of this report, he is angry, and he is a precious fart, and now he is looking at it in his binoculars! He can't see his own light enemy, but he can't stand the light enemy of others, and he has to make a few stretchers before he can do anything, can he bear it?

The devil who reported was kicked down the slope, and several colleagues around him had to speak, what should I do? You, the substitute commander, have to give orders.

The devil lieutenant kept fiddling with the saber in his hand, making a thoughtful gesture, and the ink was inked for a long time before the old god opened his mouth on the ground: "Attack! Suppress and attract head-on, choose one side of the riverbank, do a reconnaissance attack, and then start!"

With the order given, several officers turned around and went downhill to prepare, and one couldn't help but praise: "It seems that he is still capable!"

The other glanced back, saw that he was far away from the lieutenant, and whispered back, "I'd rather trust the lieutenant." Lieutenant he will only attack, no matter what kind of battle, no matter what kind of target. From the day I was assigned to him, I haven't performed any other tactics. ”

The former was speechless, wondering whether to retract what he had just said.

"I took someone to do the side preparation, and the front please. ”

"Which side are you going to start with?"

"Upstream, leeward. It seems to be very cold today......

The two devil officers continued to mumble to each other, and eventually returned to their respective ranks, arranging the lieutenant's attack order.

......

The light in the bunker was dim, and the shooting holes looked bright and dazzling.

The gap between the heavy machine gun bolt that had stopped was still emitting smoke, lingering in this space, a faint smell, like a faint incense, stimulating the tense and dim figures around them.

"At least kill you!" the heavy machine gun shooter did not let go of the firing handle, and kept aiming out of the shooting hole, while muttering to the people around him, in order to show his composure, in fact, he wanted to wipe the sweat from his palms.

"If you wait for them to get out of the woods completely, none of them will go back!"

"Brother Ma Liang asked me to fight, okay?"

Ma Liang frowned handsomely, still lying on the observation hole and looking at the open field, without looking back, "It is impossible for them to get out of the woods, because they were already preparing to turn around and find shelter." After a pause, he added: "Anyone who hangs around the shooting hole will put on a steel helmet, and it will not only be the devils who will be beaten, but also us for a while! Except for the shooter and the deputy shooter, no one is allowed to stand behind the machine gun, and whoever comes over to see the excitement like he did just now will let him get out and be a reserve!"

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A puppet soldier leaned against the trunk of a tree, and his head with a large brimmed hat was wrapped in a large circle of gauze, because he was missing half an ear.

Another puppet soldier hung a rifle crookedly from his cuffs, leaning against the other side of the tree trunk, covered in dried blood, looking awe-inspiring and invincible. He sucked the snot that was about to flow to his lips, and proudly raised his sparse eyebrows: "Lao Tzu and you are two different things! You are a prisoner, Lao Tzu is an uprising, do you understand?"

Half of my ear listened impatiently: "Is there an end?" can you change someone to brag about X?"

"Blow? Is this blowing? The stone bridge killed the emperor in one breath...... Devil. Do you have the guts?

Half of his ears were fed up with the appearance of the cargo's ox X, and he slammed the butt of his rifle to the ground, pointed at his bolt and said: "If it is warmer that day, how can Lao Tzu capture the two eight roads alive! Can you do it? Do you have the guts? Ah? Let me ask you, the devil Niu X or the eight road Niu X?"

“......”

This is a difficult question to answer! Bragging X wants to say that the devil is more bullish X, but now this is the place of the Eight Roads, and he has become an Eight Roads, so who should he say about the Niu X?

A bear appeared at some point, and the ugly bear face looked even more ugly because of the mood: "Can you two stop bragging? What are you doing here? Grandma's believe it or not, I ......"

The two puppet soldiers hurriedly stood upright: "That...... The third platoon commander said that the company commander said...... Let's get three rows. ”

“......”

"Where is the position of our third platoon?"

"This. ”

"This?"

The two puppet soldiers looked around at the emptiness and looked stupidly, and finally messed up in the wind......