The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

The remnant soldiers were screaming in horror. They ran and were thrown into the trenches by the real shock. Unprecedented fear enveloped them, but the devil's heavy artillery seemed to have eyes, chasing after their asses.

Cannonballs exploded around him constantly, Luo Dayong's body trembled, even in the face of the devil's sharp bayonet, he had never felt such fear. Damn it, this is simply not something people can resist. The heavy artillery bombarded him , everything will be torn apart.

The sandbags of the positions were blown up, the trenches collapsed, and piles of corpses were blown into pieces of meat and blood, and then fell and the shells fell and were blown up again. It seemed that they were not willing to turn the positions into fly ash. Same.

The 150mm heavy artillery was pouring shells towards the No. 18 Division's position, roaring violently. The entire No. 18 Division's position was torn apart over and over again, and huge craters appeared one after another.

The position has become a mess, the vegetation is burning, and the soil has become scorched black, mixed with sharp explosions.

The choking gunpowder smoke poured into Yang Ling's internal organs, making his heart feel like it was on fire. He panted violently, and then inhaled more gunpowder smoke. His ears were filled with buzzing and roaring sounds, and his eardrums were shattered. , blood flowed out.

As the leader of the Falcon Squadron of the Republic, Yang Ling has carried out countless missions, but most of them were special operations, small-scale operations, and the powerful weapon was just a bazooka.

But this is the devil's heavy artillery, which bombarded like mountains and seas, and the land stretching for two or three miles was turned into scorched earth. The strength of a person can be ignored under such a violent blow.

The devil's heavy artillery is still bombarding, and the remnant soldiers are jumping, running, falling to the ground and being torn into pieces like frightened rabbits in the fragmented trenches. This is a real war, a war full of cruel smoke. .

I don't know how long it took, like several long centuries, the trembling of the earth finally stopped, the rumbling sound finally stopped, the smoke-filled battlefield had been plowed hard by heavy artillery, and the fluffy new The soil was mixed with stumps and broken arms, and fell into a dead silence.

The entire position of the No.18 Division has been turned into ruins. The supervisor team hiding behind looked at the deadly battlefield ahead. Sun Youcai, the captain of the supervisor team, slammed his fist on the ground, his face was full of anger: "Damn it! ! The little devil who caressed your grandma!"

"Sir, the devils are coming up!" The soldiers of the supervisory team pointed to the distance filled with gunpowder smoke, and a large number of devils with helmets and spears were pressing down on the position in black.

"Da da da!" On the left side of the [-]th Division's position, the sound of the Czech light machine gun sounded, and the broken survivor pulled the trigger alone.

"boom!"

The bullet penetrated the soldier's body, leaving a bloody hole in his chest. The roar of the Czech-style strong machine gun stopped, and the surviving machine gunner fell powerlessly to the ground under the bombardment of the Devil's heavy artillery.

"Officer Sun, what should we do?" Looking at the devils approaching the front, the soldiers of the supervisory team hiding behind looked at their commander Sun Youcai, the muscles on their faces twitched, full of fear and fear.

"Brothers! The brothers of the [-]th Division are all dead, now it's our turn!" Sun Youcai tore off the badge inlaid with the blue sky and white sun, fell heavily on the ground, pulled out the bastard box at his waist, and yelled hoarsely.

"Mr. Sun, we are just the supervisor team..." The soldiers of the supervisor team were a little afraid, and they tried to stop their chief's crazy behavior.

"Are you fucking Chinese? If you're a man, let me do it!" Sun Youcai ran and grabbed the collar of the soldier of the supervising team, roaring angrily.

Sun Youcai grabbed the collar of the supervising soldier, his throat was suppressed, and his face was flushed because of shortness of breath. He had never seen his officer so angry before, and his legs were weak.

Sun Youcai saw that the soldier in his hand was not breathing well, and let go of his hand. The soldier rolled on the ground, coughing violently.

Sun Youcai tore off the Supervising Team logo on his cuffs, and shouted to dozens of soldiers of the Supervising Team, "Brothers! We are the Supervising Team, and the No. 18 divisions treat us like animals. They are fighting to the death in front. And we're behind them with guns in their backs!"

"Now the No.18 division is dead! Our task of supervising the team has also been completed. Now, if you have the guts, just follow me and be a Chinese! Go kill the little devil!"

"Kill the little devil!" The soldiers of the supervising team tore off the logo on their cuffs, and then threw them on the ground heavily, roaring and rushed towards the dead ground in front, towards the little devil who was rushing.

Intensive gunfire sounded again on the deadly battlefield, and the supervisor team replaced the No. 18 division and began to guard the position that was almost razed to the ground, with bullets whizzing in the air.

The ghost soldiers who were rushing towards the defensive position fell down in a hurry, and started to pull the bolts to shoot. Their precise shooting caused blood to burst from the heads of many soldiers of the supervisory team, and then rolled to the ground, but the soldiers of the supervisory team still did not die. retreat.

Yang Ling was stunned. He lifted the fluffy soil covering his body and stood up. The dense gunshots in the distance reached his ears, and the roar in his ears disappeared.

He saw Sun Youcai, the captain of the supervising team who was roaring and shooting. The supervising captain who liked small things was leading people to guard the position at the moment.

"Whoever is out of breath, get up and beat the devils!" Yang Ling yelled at the almost flat ground without any response.

With a heavy heart, Yang Ling grabbed the red-tasseled broadsword that had popped out of the gap, and walked towards the front line where the fierce battle was taking place. His limping figure was extremely lonely in the smoke.

More and more clay figurines stood up from the ruins, some of them had only two eyes to see clearly, their hats were gone, and their clothes were torn, but they were still alive, like zombies, following Yang Ling Behind him, he went to meet the little devil.

Text Chapter 26 Fantasy Meat Eating

The bare half of the wooden pile stands on the scorched ground, surrounded by potholes full of bullet craters and fragmented corpses, the gunpowder smoke has dissipated, and the gunfire has stopped for a long time.

After all, the position was saved, and a regiment of the 11th Reserve Division who came up from the rear took over the position. With the shovel waved, the fluffy soil flew in the wind, and the blood and minced meat in the soil could be seen through the light.

Luo Dayong leaned on the scorched wooden pile that had been blasted by the artillery fire, and grinned grinningly against the light leaking from the clouds. Didn't care, all he cared was that he survived again.

Starting from guarding Wusongkou, there have been many dangers, and the people around him have changed from batch to batch, and new wounds have been added to his body. Sometimes, Luo Dayong even feels that he might as well be dead, and don’t have to live to suffer. Glad to have escaped again.

The devil's heavy artillery razed the No.18 Division's position to the ground, and the defenders who had fought hard for several days became corpses on the ground just like their comrades who died in the early battle, but they were even worse. There are no bones left, even if you want to collect the body, you can't get it.

There were new wounds on Yang Ling's body, but compared to death, being injured was an extremely lucky thing, as long as he was alive.

Because the distance of 500 meters was evacuated in advance, except for the unlucky ones who ran slowly and were covered by artillery fire and turned into fragmented corpses, most of the rest were only stunned and injured by the air wave, and there was no serious injury. hinder.

Battalion Commander Wu Zhenguo was still alive and kicking when he crawled out of the mud, shouting to beat the devils, but now he was leaning against the bunker and turned into a corpse. Still did not survive.

Fatty Tian San held a bamboo basket in his hand, crossed the pitted position, and ran to the solitary wooden stake standing not far away, where are all the surviving remnants of the soldiers now.

"Here comes the food—"

The fat man yelled, revealing the miscellaneous grain cakes in the basket, and the eyes of the remnant soldiers lying on the ground limp all of a sudden flashed.

After being stunned for a moment, the remnant soldiers rushed towards the fat man and the basket full of grain cakes in his hand like hungry wolves.

"Don't grab it! Don't grab it!" The fat man held the basket tightly in his hand, shouting loudly and backing away.

With an ouch, the fat man's fat body was thrown to the ground, and the basket in his hand was instantly torn to pieces, and the basket full of grain cakes flew in all directions like water, and fell into the soil.

The remnant soldiers couldn't care less about these things at the moment. Even hungry, their eyes glowed green and they threw themselves at the grain cakes that fell on the ground. In his own mouth, it looks like he hasn't eaten in eight lifetimes.

Looking at the remnants of soldiers scrambling for food, Yang Ling's eyes were full of sadness. This is a heavy era. They need to use their lives to fight against the enemy, and they also need to use their fists to grab food. The logistics supply is insufficient. Just go hungry.

Fat Tian San got up from the ground cursing, brushed off the dirt on his body, passed the remnants of the food looting soldiers, and approached Yang Ling who was leaning on the stake.

"Brother Yang, the pancakes are still warm."

The fat man took out two hot multigrain cakes from his arms and handed them to Yang Ling with a smile.

Yang Ling saved Fatty's life twice, one time when they were chased by the devils in the occupied area, and Yang Ling led his people to rescue him, and the other time, Yang Ling asked them to retreat 500 meters before the devils' heavy artillery bombardment, which made most of them fall back. People survived.

The fat man has never read a book and doesn't understand the principles, but he also knows that if there is no Yang Ling, his body weighing a hundred pounds may not be able to withstand the devil's heavy artillery, and no one can survive the overwhelming bombardment, so he is full of Yang Ling In order to be grateful, he repaid Yang Ling with his own actions.

More importantly, the fat man didn't want to die so early, as long as he could please Yang Ling, at least the chance of surviving would be higher.

Yang Ling was indeed hungry, so he took the multigrain cake without pretense and bit it down hard. The warm multigrain cake was as rough as before, but it exuded a refreshing fragrance, compared to the hard one after it cooled down. For me, the freshly baked multigrain cake is already a delicacy in the world.

Looking at the fat man squatting in front of him and looking at him with a smile on his face, Yang Ling chewed the multigrain cake and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Hey, I ate five."

Looking at the fat man's body that probably weighed two hundred catties, Yang Ling smiled. In this age of material scarcity, everyone looks sallow and thin due to malnutrition. It is definitely not accidental that the fat man can grow strong and fat. The ability to eat food is enough to make him live better than others.

All the remnants were wolfing down grain cakes into their mouths, and there was a sound of chewing everywhere.

Yang Ling quickly swallowed two pieces of multigrain pancakes, still wanting more, but it was a great honor to be able to eat hot pancakes.