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

Yang Ling lunged forward, rolled and hid in the semi-circular bunker, causing a burst of dust, and the other two remnants followed suit and rolled into the bunker.

The three of them panted heavily, and when they heard the puffing bullets outside, they patted their chests with lingering fear. If they were slower, they would be reimbursed by the bullets.

Yang Ling didn't care about resting, and immediately grabbed the [-]-type rifle that had been placed in the trench, pulled the bolt and loaded it, stretched his body upwards, and aimed the gun at the front line of the trench.

A devil wearing a steel helmet with a bayonet-mounted rifle had just rushed to the front line of trenches, and was about to lie down to cover the people behind, when Yang Ling's gun rang out, and the bullet flew high along the rifling, directly crushing the devil Bing's nose, and then drilled into his head.

The devil, who was about to lie down, staggered and couldn't stand still. He fell head-down into the trench full of mud and water. There was a splash, and mud and water splashed out of the trench.

Yang Ling quickly pulled the bolt, and the orange shell fell to his feet. He pushed the shell again and loaded it. With the crisp impact of the firing pin, the bullet exploded in the chest of another devil with a whistling sound of tearing the air. There was a cloud of blood mist, and another devil fell to the ground.

The other two remnants were also lying in the trench, pulling the bolt of their guns and shooting at the devils seven to eighty meters away, but they only saw the bullets flying out, but did not see the bullets hitting anyone.

The ghost soldiers' counterattack arrived soon, crackling and popping, the sandbags outside the semicircular trench popped, and the dense bullets crushed Yang Ling and the others so much that they couldn't lift their heads.

The machine guns of the devil soldiers also rang out, and they began to suppress the fire. The devil riflemen began to alternately cover each other and rushed towards Yang Ling's semi-circular trench.

A Japanese soldier clung to the howling traffic and quietly groped towards the semi-circular trench dozens of meters away. When he was still more than 50 meters away, he took off the melon grenade in his hand and tapped it lightly on the helmet. Then straighten up and prepare to throw.

boom!

The high-flying bullet accurately hit the melon grenade in the devil's hand, and the grenade that had not yet been thrown exploded.

The rapidly expanding chemical reaction of the grenade has amazing lethality, and the shrapnel sprayed around is like cutting wheat, sweeping the devil soldier and the devils behind him to the ground, turning them into bloody pieces of flesh.

"Old Smoker! Fire!" Seeing the devil soldiers getting closer, Yang Ling yelled at Old Smoker behind him.

The old smoker stepped forward in two steps in three steps, and pushed away the sandbags that concealed the Type [-] infantry gun, revealing the dark barrel.

"Give me a cannonball!"

A remnant soldier hurriedly picked up a yellow-orange high-explosive bomb and handed it to Old Smoker.

Old Smoker clumsily loaded the high-explosive shells into the barrel, and decisively pulled the firing rope after the preparations were completed.

Tom!The tractor trembled violently, and Old Smoker felt his heart beating accordingly.

The high-explosive bomb shot up into the sky amidst the spray of gunpowder smoke, then crossed a graceful fox, and landed in the middle of the devil soldiers.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and a mushroom cloud rose from among the devil soldiers. Four or five devils near the landing of the artillery shell were instantly torn to pieces by the exploding grenade, their bodies were thrown high, and then fell heavily again.

The scorching air waves generated by the explosion swayed in all directions mixed with gravel, sand and shrapnel. Many devils nearby were killed and injured immediately. Even a machine gun failed to fire. Braving blood.

The [-]-type infantry gun has heavy firepower, whether it is projected or flat-fired. The [-]mm high-explosive shell has amazing lethality. The old smoker who fired it himself was stunned.

It wasn't until the devil's machine gun turned its muzzle and fired a round of bullets that the old smoker realized this and hurriedly fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, I'll fuck your mother!" The old smoker was as excited as a new toy, and shouted at the remnant soldiers curled up behind the bunker: "Bring the shells over here."

The high-explosive shells of the Type [-] infantry artillery exploded one after another near the devils, and the devils dodged like frightened rabbits in embarrassment.

They used to like to use this infantry artillery to bombard the positions of the Chinese defenders, but it was only when they really experienced the taste of being bombed that they complained.

The devil's grenade started firing again, but the [-]mm grenade from the grenade couldn't reach Old Smoker and the others, and it was useless except to blow up the sandbags.

Yang Ling was still concentrating on pulling the bolt and shooting. Every bullet would take away a devil's life. As a former soldier king, sniping devils in such an open place was just like playing, without any pressure.

"I'll kill one, I'll kill another!" The remnant soldier lying next to Yang Ling cried out excitedly, his face full of excitement.

puff!

The shouts of excitement stopped abruptly, and a bloody arrow flew to Yang Ling's face, still warm, the remnant soldier who was screaming excitedly was shot through the head, his head tilted and fell to the ground.

"Ah San! Ah San!" Seeing that his companion was killed, another disabled soldier hurriedly dropped his gun and rushed over.

"Get down!" Yang Ling yelled and threw another remnant soldier down. A bullet flew past his scalp, and then plopped into the sandbag behind him. The air was filled with the smell of a burnt head.

Another remnant soldier expressed gratitude to Yang Ling with lingering fear. Looking at his companion whose head had been blown off, his face was full of grief, and his eyes sparkled.

"Ah!" At this moment, Old Smoker and the others also heard a scream, and then heard Old Smoker's roar: "Little devil! I'll fuck your grandma!"

"Old Smoker, get down, you're the devil's sharpshooter!" Yang Ling stopped Old Smoker from firing in time. His expression was serious at the moment. They were in trouble.

"Climb to the back along here and tell everyone to retreat quickly, I'm the queen." Yang Ling told the sad soldiers, if they stayed here, it would be over.

"No, I want to avenge Ah San!" The remnant soldier shook his head desperately, unwilling to leave.

"If you don't want to die, get out!" Yang Ling didn't have time to spend time with him, so he kicked the remnants to the ground and shouted.

The remnant soldiers had never seen Yang Ling get angry, Yang Ling who was on fire looked particularly terrifying, and the remnant soldiers were frightened.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Yang Ling tried his best to calm down, filled the magazine with bullets again, and prepared to cover the retreat of the remnants.

Behind a hidden sandbag 200 meters away, a devil sergeant wearing a steel helmet and several devil veterans did not charge forward like the rest of the riflemen, but lay dormant quietly, like a poisonous tongue, waiting Opportunity to shoot.

They are all veterans from the Northeast. Their psychological quality and marksmanship are among the best among devil soldiers. Their favorite thing to do is to dormant and shoot defenders and machine gunners. They belong to the absolute elite of the squadron.

Text Chapter 62 Fighting Wits and Bravery

Da da da……

bang bang bang...

The light and heavy machine guns of the devil soldiers are still pouring ammunition into the position, which is mixed with the dull sound of the [-] big cover rifles, the smoke is filled, and the ammunition is flying. ??

Several devil veterans crouched behind the sandbags and dormant like poisonous snakes, aiming their guns at the semicircular fortification in front, quietly waiting for the opportunity to shoot.

As devil veterans drawn from the Northeast battlefield, these devils are not only experienced in the battlefield, but also murderous.

They fought all the way on the battlefield, and no less than a hundred Chinese died under their guns. They fell in love with the feeling of killing, the thrill of bullets blowing their heads.

Old Smoker and the others were lying behind the bunker about 30 meters away from Yang Ling, and the remnant soldiers who had withdrawn from the two wings were shooting crackling to stop the devils.

But they have also learned how to behave, knowing that there are accurate shooters on the devil's side, they don't show their heads, and directly shoot the crooked light machine guns through the gaps in the bunker. Although the shooting range is not good, the firepower network composed of four or five machine guns The little devil couldn't break through for a while.

The two sides fell into a stalemate, and there was constant gunfire on the battlefield, but Yang Ling knew that they would not last long, and now that they had gathered together, the little devil was very cunning, taking advantage of the opportunity of the old smoker and the others to change their magazines, they kept leaping forward. The distance between the two sides has become closer and closer.

Yang Ling turned his back to the sky and tried his best to calm his breathing and calm himself down. An excellent sniper is not only good at marksmanship, but also has a strong psychological quality that does not change color when Mount Taishan is overwhelmed.

When Yang Ling served as a sniper in the Falcon Squadron of the Republic, most of them were ambushes, hiding far away from the battlefield, and relying on sophisticated sniper rifles to kill people miles away.

But here is the anti-Japanese battlefield full of gunpowder and bullets. Not only do they lack sophisticated firearms, but even a quiet environment for sniping is difficult to guarantee.

It would not be difficult to face ordinary devil soldiers. For Yang Ling, they were moving targets, but he felt a little tricky when he met the devil soldiers' precise shooters.

In a duel with just a few people, Yang Ling has absolute confidence to kill the devil's precise shooter, but in this chaotic battlefield, the rest of the devils are constantly pressing forward, so when he is concerned about the devil's precise shooter, he has to prevent the other devils from rushing in. Own.