There is no prelude or temptation, and the battle is extremely fierce from the first minute.

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Bullets flew in the air, collided, and the explosion caused thick smoke. The heavy machine guns sprayed out strong flames. The bullets cut through the space and broke the skin with violent rotation, drilled into the sky. After hitting inside the body, they tore the skin open, bringing out the wound as big as a bowl, and flew into the distance with blood.

On the hillside, the bodies continued to increase, but the wave of shock continued. As long as the soldiers in front did not take their last breath, they continued to shoot to cover the shock wave behind them.

The bombs, explosions, fires, smoke, but there was no shouting, and the Japanese soldiers charged towards the hills with death.

Bullets flew over the hills, and soldiers kept falling in the trenches, but the soldiers around them didn't have time to look back.

Liu Wanfu personally operated the heavy machine gun. He has become a key target of the Japanese army. The sound of bullets hitting the baffle of the Mark core machine gun constantly came from the baffle of the Mark core machine gun. But even so, Liu Wanfu had no idea of ​​diverting it, and the bullets kept getting there.

A muffled groan came from the side, and the sound of the Czech light machine gun stopped abruptly.

"**, get up before you die," Liu Wanfu said angrily, but no sound came from beside him. He turned his head and saw that the head guard had fallen to the ground, and a bullet hole was born in the middle of his forehead.

"X your mother" Liu Wanfu was furious. When he pulled the bolt, the heavy machine gun began to be fierce again. A soldier ran over and picked up the Czech machine gun without a sound, pulled the bolt, and began to shoot fiercely.

In the distance, Saburo Takehara stood in front of a row of soldiers. He held the commanding knife in his hand and looked at the neat team members one by one with a heavy expression. Everyone's heads were covered with long-lasting cloth strips of Wu Yun.

"I don't want to hide the samurai of Kumamoto. The situation of the division is very bad. No, it's not bad, it's very dangerous. The 17th Division, which was cut off, has broken all its troops. Now the four Chinese troops that have eliminated the 17th Division are rushing towards us. If we can't capture the opposite hill this morning, what is waiting for us is the same fate as the 17th Division."

"My brigade commander, I will charge with you to eliminate the Chinese army on the hills and open a path for the entire division. Please, Saburo Takehara bowed deeply to all the soldiers, and the soldiers returned their salutes. He looked up and turned around and pulled out his command knife: "Start for His Majesty for the Empire and the Holy War."

This is the last group of troops that can be put into battle. The Chinese team is rushing from all directions. The seventy-eighth, eighth, forty-five, one hundred, one hundred, two, and ninety-fourth all appeared on the battlefield, entangling the 13th Division and dragging the 36th Brigade.

The 13th Division, the 36th Brigade, and the 47th Corps of this Brigade, and the two infantry brigades of this Corps blocked the Chinese team from all directions. The only ones left him were more than 600 soldiers. They had to capture the opposite hills and open a bloody road.

Like other shock waves, Takehara Saburo walked in the front of the team, and his adjutant, Ichiro Tayohara, held the battle flag high and followed closely behind him.

The troops were walking neatly in the direction of the fierce gunshots. Takehara Saburo was walking on the parade ground. The sword was flashing with cold light, and the gunshots were getting closer and closer. Everyone held the guns in their hands, staring at the road under their feet, not caring about the intense gunshots, nor the bullets flying frequently.

Depression, extreme depression; without shouting, or even guns, the entire battlefield was not covered by blood, but controlled by suppression. This depression made Liu Wanfu very uncomfortable, and the barrel was red and hot. The Czech machine gun next to him stopped ringing, and the soldiers who replaced the commander of the guards had died for some reason.

Liu Wanfu threw down the Mark core, grabbed the Czech style, and began to shoot fiercely again. The "Grenade Grenade" position frequently came to shouts, but the opposite side was always quiet, except for the continuous bombs flying in.

Everyone felt extremely nervous. The Japanese attack was obviously different from yesterday. From the first wave to now, the Japanese have never retreated. Everyone was crawling on the ground, like wriggling maggots, slowly and tenaciously crawling forward and shooting upwards.

"xhe**" A soldier was furious, took off his coat, picked up the Type 39 semi-automatic submachine gun with his shirtlessness, and pulled the trigger violently to the bottom. A corporal rushed up next to him and rushed him to the end. Their figures had just disappeared from the mouth of the trench, and two bullets flew over the top of their heads with a roar.

"You are crazy and want to die, don't pick this time." The corporal cursed angrily, got up and lay on the trench, and continued to shoot down. The soldier didn't say anything, got up, lay beside him and continued to shoot.

The smoke of gunpowder was mixed with blood. The Japanese army gradually approached the mountain. Takehara Saburo walked firmly towards the hills. The soldiers lined up in neat rows, and bayonets pierced the smoke of gunpowder and emitted a little cold light.

"For His Majesty the Emperor, Long Live the Empire" Takehara waved her sword and shouted.

"Long live", "Long live", "Long live"

The Japanese soldier lying on the ground jumped up, picked up the bayonet, shouted and rushed towards the hills. He rushed in front and was quickly knocked down by bullets, while the one behind jumped over the corpse and continued to charge forward.

Machine guns are roaring grenades, flying blood, flying

In front of the Japanese offensive, the defenders on the hills were slightly shaken. Liu Wanfu picked up the machine gun, half of his body stretched out of the trench, and shot down violently. The only guard simply jumped out of the trench and fired violently with a Type 39 semi-automatic rifle.

More than 20 Chinese soldiers threw out grenades almost at the same time, and an explosion line rose from the hillside, splashing blood and flesh.

The smoke of gunpowder had not dissipated, and more than a dozen figures passed through the smoke and rushed over with 38 guns. The guns were sprayed out of the muzzle, and the Japanese rushed in front of them and were immediately shot into honeycombs by bullets. However, before they could turn the muzzle, more figures rushed out of the smoke.

Several figures were knocked out, but most of them crashed into the position, and fierce hand-to-hand combat immediately began in front of the position.

Liu Wanfu lifted the machine gun down and beat a Japanese man to his brain to burst. Then he shouted from the soldier who was fiddling with Mark's heavy machine gun: "Closing the back"

"Be careful" the only guard was still loyal to him, breaking the bayonet that pierced like lightning, but another bayonet brought a string of blood on his arm.

Liu Wanfu swept the machine gun and hit the waist of the Japanese who had just been jumped out, and beat him up to fly away. The guard next to him was already fighting with another Japanese. Before the Japanese got up, he immediately changed into a magazine. The Japanese who was fighting with the guards was shocked to see this and rushed over regardless of everything. Liu Wanfu had no time to pull the bolt of the gun and took a step back in panic. The Japanese continued to rush over, and the guard took the opportunity to stab the Japanese in the latter and pierced the Japanese.

Liu Wanfu and the Guard formed two flames, swept across the battlefield, and the thunderous sound of Mark's heavy machine gun sounded again, blocking the Japanese army's retreat.

Liu Wanfu, who was rushing to death, suddenly didn't hear Mark Xin's voice, and couldn't help but scream. When he took the time to look back, he saw the machine gunner lying on the machine gun, blood gushing from his back.

More Japanese troops were rushing through the smoke and up the hills, and the sound of long live the sky and the earth was overwhelming.

Liu Wanfu felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He had tried his best. On the hill, the Chinese soldiers with far fewer people than the Japanese army were gradually suppressed down the hill, and seven or eight Japanese soldiers surrounded them.

"He's the best, kid, we're going to be the end of the War of Resistance today." Liu Wanfu smiled at the guard with a machine gun with empty magazines in his arms.

The guard was holding a bayonet with a bayonet and the bullets were already empty. Facing the surrounding Japanese, he replied without looking back: "Teacher, hehe, it's so satisfying today. Today, I will kill at least a dozen of them, and I'll have enough money."

Without any conversation or persuading surrender, seven or eight Japanese gangs rushed over.

"boom"

The shell exploded on the hill, and Liu Wanfu, the guards and the Japanese were all stunned. Another shell exploded on the hill. Liu Wanfu first reacted and pulled the guards into the trenches.

"Hahahaha" Liu Wanfu laughed: "The reinforcements arrived at the reinforcements arrived at the Japanese Kanda Kanda, listen, do you hear that you are a damn god? You can't run away anymore."

Before the laughter fell, "Boom" one after another, the shells exploded on the position, drowning the laughter. The two Japanese jumped into the trenches in panic. Liu Wanfu and the guards rushed over at the same time, and the four of them twisted together in the trenches.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom!" The entire hill was covered by artillery fire, the rocks collapsed, and figures flew everywhere.

The loud charge roar broke through the sky and echoed in the empty fields. For Liu Wanfu, this was the most wonderful sound in the world, but for Saburo Takehara, this was the summoning from hell.

Under the Blue Sky White Japanese Army, hundreds of Chinese soldiers rushed towards the two hills in two groups. The dead Chinese soldiers and Japanese soldiers crawled out of the dust and wrestled together.

Takehara crawled out of the soil and looked at the Zhongzhang team that was emerging from there in a daze. His heart was bleeding, crying, and screaming unwillingly.

Not far from this hill, Yu Shaoyang, the commander of the Forty-five Military Guards, was nervously staring at the blue sky and white sun flag, and the mortars beside him were ready to go.

After receiving the news that the 125th Division was broken through and the division commander Liu Wanfu disappeared, Chen Dingxun sent out the final reserve team and the best-equipped military guard regiment in the entire army without any hesitation. The order given to Yu Shaoyang was to regain the position and block the gap.

Yu Shaoyang led his troops to set off overnight, but surprisingly, the map was wrong. They followed the map in the middle of the night, but by dawn, they found that they had taken the wrong path. So Yu Shaoyang hurriedly found the way again, and finally met a team of front teams. Under their guidance, they arrived at the most critical moment.

But Yu Shaoyang arrived only two battalions, and the guard battalion was still five miles away. This guard battalion was originally a forward battalion. It ran too fast and fell far behind when turning.

The troops were not large, but the psychological blow was huge. The Japanese morale quickly declined. The guard regiment rushed up the hill quickly. Saburo Takehara shouted loudly in the team and led his troops to fight bravely. The two sides fought again.

At this moment, a majestic charge came from the flank, and a group of people rushed out from the side. They quickly walked around the hill, and then divided into two groups, one rushed towards the hill, and the other one rushed towards the Japanese army.

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