In an instant, the thermobaric grenade was like a flaming meteorite falling from the sky, constantly exploding in the air, devouring the lives of these little devils.

In just an instant, I saw the front position blazing, and the raging flames devoured the little devils in an instant, and the screams came and went.

The soldiers who rushed to the front had been burned to the ground of suckling pigs.

This thing is very attached, and once it is attached to the body by the compound produced by the explosion in the grenade, it is difficult to extinguish it if it burns.

The little devil was scurrying around in the fire, but it was useless.

Because there were burning soldiers everywhere and there was no water source, they were scurrying around, rolling on the ground was useless, and the flames were still devouring their lives.

The little devils are very vicious, they often use flamethrowers to deal with the Eighth Route Army and the National Army hiding in the tunnels, and even use this thing to deal with ordinary people.

Yang Ming has seen those bloody photos in the museum, and the little devil doesn't treat Chinese people as human beings at all.

So today, Yang Ming doesn't need to be soft-hearted, just let them know what is called the way of the other and return the other.

The front-line overseers were dumbfounded when they saw this, they had never seen anything like this before.

The whole forward position was ablaze, although there was no combustible, nothing like hay, but it was the lives of the soldiers that burned.

Large swaths of soldiers fell to the ground, wailing in pain and rolling on the ground, but to no avail.

The smell of burnt human flesh was in the air, and it was particularly unpleasant.

"This, what is this? Do they also have flamethrowers? ”

The little devil has been mentally broken by a new group of all kinds of new weapons.

What is this? Just now a huge tank appeared, disrupting their infantry and tanks, and smashing their tanks everywhere, and now this weapon of mass destruction has appeared, roasting their soldiers into roast suckling pigs, how can this be fought?

Now the little devils are talking about weapons and equipment, and they are not the opponents of the new group at all.

I can't beat it, I really can't beat it, what can I do?

Now those little devils who haven't rushed up are stunned.

What the hell is this? Do you want to rush? Rush up and wait for death?

In fact, the little devils also discovered that this new regiment was different from the Eighth Route Army they usually encountered: it was well-armed and had a high combat quality.

Compared with those guerrillas, county brigades, and district squadrons, there is really a world of difference.

Now the little devils can't figure out whether they are fighting against the new regiment that the intelligence says.

If it was really that new regiment, they had only fought a crushing victory before, and the personnel and weapons had not been replenished, and even if they were all together, they would have to go through a period of training before they could form combat effectiveness. But what's going on? Not only are the weapons more advanced than theirs, but the individual combat quality is also far superior to theirs.

Of course, although the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army lack training, most of them have been on the battlefield.

Many soldiers were called to the battlefield just a few days after joining the Eighth Route Army and learning to use guns, because there was too much shortage of people, this is all real training, naturally more powerful than devils, naturally you can hang devils up and hammer, and those who are not powerful have already burped.

Those who stayed were all veterans, all soldiers who were not afraid of death, and all of them were soldiers.

Just threw this grenade out, and a large number of the little devils' charging troops died, watching these little devils wail in pain, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army killed them with one shot, giving them a good time.

In the next life, I hope they can be reincarnated as a dog, and don't live so painfully.

Miyabe Takaichi was at the bottom of the mountain, holding a telescope and looking at the situation on the mountain, his brows furrowed.

He never expected that he had broken through the first line of defense of the Eighth Route Army, and when he was about to occupy the high ground, he was beaten back by the Eighth Route Army, and the other party used a grenade that he had never seen.

But now there is no way, you can't rush at all, and if you rush up, you will be turned into a roast suckling pig.

So they can only retreat first, and the soldiers on the front line have been frightened by this grenade, and they have lost their morale and do not dare to rush up.

Although the devil is gone, many of the fallen corpses are still burning, emitting a stench of burning, which is particularly unpleasant.

Just like in the summer in the south, when a big dung truck overturned the dung on the street and scattered it all over the street, the wind blew and smelled stuffy.

Although it is said that such a tragic scene can often be encountered in battles, it is the first time to say that Yang Ming has crossed over to be so miserable.

Some of the little devils have been burned to charcoal, and some of the little devils have been burned beyond recognition, and there is no place on the body that is intact.

Some of the little devils had their intestines burned through.

"This thing is amazing, no wonder, no wonder it needs so many points."

easily resisted the devil's charge first, and the devil finally retreated, which reduced everyone's pressure, and the entire new group of people could breathe a sigh of relief.

Ding Wei also gasped, estimating that if this round was broken by the devils, then only the group would be wiped out.

That's right, a whole regiment was wiped out.

"Yang Ming, thank you for this kind of grenade, this thing is really powerful."

Yang Ming nodded slightly and said, "Yes, now that the little devils have been frightened and have no morale, it is difficult for them to rush up." ”

"We must take advantage of this effort to hurry up and build fortifications, and we must not take it lightly."

Ding Wei nodded slightly, and asked everyone to perform their duties, take care of the wounded soldiers, take care of the wounded soldiers, and dig trenches for trenches.

And Miyabe Ryuichi also wanted to know what was going on, so he quietly came to the front from the headquarters, and he carefully observed behind a bunker.

He saw that not far from him, the whole yellow earth was charred black, and the ground was full of the corpses of their people.

The corpse was still burning, and the stench he emitted made him cover his nose.

It felt like hell on earth.

"Where did this incendiary used by the other party come from?"

"Why? Why is it so destructive? ”

The front-line Warlord shook his head helplessly, "We don't know, this thing is much more powerful than a flamethrower." ”

"It's unlikely that we'll be able to rush again, as long as we get close to the range of their grenades, we'll be blocked by the flames." The commander on the side said.

"If you want to rush forward, you can't rely on a large number of people." Another conductor also said.

"And the firepower of the other side is too fierce, and our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties." The captain of the Overseer on the front line shook his head helplessly.

Miyabe Takashi clenched his fists, now that the problem is here, how to solve it?

Now the distance between the two sides is about 1,500 meters, and no one can help anyone anyway, and the devil also hides behind the bunker.

In the blink of an eye, the sun had set, and the two sides did not intend to fight any longer, ready to take a rest.

As soon as Miyabe returned to the temporary command post, his adjutant received instructions: "Now if we can't attack head-on, we can use other tactics, maybe it will work wonders." ”

Miyabe asked, "Oh, let's hear it." ”