The defensive position of the Chinese soldiers who were repeatedly destroyed by heavy artillery and bombers had long turned into ruins. As the order was raised, they suddenly survived!

God knows where the Chinese soldiers were hiding, and they could save their lives from such a fierce bombing. When the sound rang out, from the cave, from the collapsed sewer, from behind the broken wall, from the middle of several corpses that were riddled with holes, the faces of the Chinese soldiers with bright red blood were almost exposed. Amid the absolutely hideous and absolutely angry roar, a rain of bullets composed of defensive grenades suddenly fell from the sky.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

Hundreds of grenades exploded almost at the same time. The smoke that rushed up instantly set off an absolutely brilliant black smoke screen on the battlefield. Then more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns and dozens of submachine guns began to shoot desperately.

Those Japanese soldiers who had always thought that they were the sky, the earth, and the Japanese soldiers who could dominate everything were eight times more powerful than the Chinese army. They were really beaten to death at this time. They were more fierce, wilder and denser than their Japanese army. They were facing the weapons provided by Germany, the most developed industrial and advanced ordnance system, and they all lie on the ground.

The black smoke from the grenades had not yet dissipated. Those among the Japanese soldiers who could understand Chinese suddenly heard the order of the Chinese female officer: "The second batch, thirty-five meters, throw it again!"

As the smoke of gunpowder flies, among the Japanese soldiers who have received the most stringent military training and are scattered with heavy weapons, a "ding-ding-dang" sound will suddenly be made among the Japanese soldiers who are instinctively lying down at the first time. God knows how many grenades have hit the helmets of these Japanese soldiers in a moment.

These were also roaming with "chichi" white smoke, made of steel and wooden handles, and swaying with cheerful little faces, and swaying less than a foot in front of the eyes of the Japanese soldiers. It seemed that in the last few seconds of its life, they showed their most thrilling beauty to every audience.

The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground all had a crazy despair in their eyes.

People who have not experienced a scene will never be able to imagine the terrible feeling of the heart contracting completely in an instant, and they will not understand that this desperate situation is so extreme that the whole body is completely stagnant and can no longer move a finger.

A Japanese warrant officer lay on the ground and screamed loudly: "Don't panic, pick up the grenades and throw them out!"

It sounds like a good idea, but...don't fucking dreaming!

Even if other troops were given unified orders, the quality of the troops was not uniform. The grenades thrown by the troops were called Tianniao scattered flowers, and they became rare and deserted when distributed to all parts of the battlefield. However, this army was definitely different. They shot grenades like a steel knife, cutting them into a large piece of cream cake, with a shocking uniformity.

Open your eyes wide and look at them. Between them, left and right, southeast and northeast, there are white smoke that keeps emitting "sizzling" everywhere, and the explosion is extremely powerful and has a lot of shrapnel.

Even if they have three heads and six arms, how many can they pick up and throw out before these grenades explode collectively?

Then jump up and run backward?

Not to mention that they are soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire, they must have the spirit of Bushido. They must not allow them to escape backwards without receiving the order. Even if they can, listen to the light and heavy machine guns that are constantly firing, listen to the German submachine guns, German light machine guns, German light machine guns, German M34 German heavy machine guns that suddenly appeared on this battlefield, where Uri poured out ammunition!

Bullets were whizzing everywhere, and there were crazy roars of automatic weapons everywhere. Even fools knew clearly that the black scythe on their heads was now blowing like rain, and the black scythe in the hands of the God of Death was dancing endlessly, just waiting for them to throw themselves into the trap!

"Boom! Boom!! Boom..."

Hundreds of grenades exploded again. With a moan, panic and sporadic shooting, the Japanese soldiers who had been blown up in a panic, were frightened and heard their most terrifying voice in the world: "The third batch, forty meters, throw again!"

The third batch of grenades poured out from the Chinese defenders' positions. With a nearly pathological precision, under the command of the female officer, it hit the head of a Japanese soldier forty meters away.

The Japanese officers who commanded this local battle were really crazy. They watched the grenades stretching forward at a distance of every five meters, blowing out rows of terrible smoke, spreading large, small, square, round, sharp and blunt shrapnel around at subsonic speed. The middle was mixed with the miserable howls and large black and white scenes of Japanese soldiers before their death. Only then did they know what the ox, yellow, dog treasure was.

It was not until this time that this Japanese commander who received a systematic military education in the Japanese Army School and studied the Chinese Sun Tzu's Art of War. He thought he could already see the mortal world with his eyes open. He finally understood what a carpet bombing of the Chinese people is! He had never seen anyone in his life and could play ordinary grenades to the pinnacle!

As soon as the gunshots sounded, the opponent had more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns and dozens of submachine guns kept firing there. The hysterical rhythm, the crazy breath that was like bullets that cost money, the murderous aura and domineering aura that was completely crazy when they tried, made them completely brainwash the most elite Marines of the Great Japanese Empire by the Bushido spirit and became soldiers like beasts, suppressing them on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads. After all, even if they were just a dog, they would know how to be afraid when facing absolute death, facing enemies that were stronger, crazier and more hysterical than them!

When the smoke of gunpowder dissipated and four batches of grenades plowed out four terrible bullet marks on the ground, the Japanese soldiers who escaped by luck because they stood behind raised the rifle called the Type 38 in their hands. What they were most proud of were three types of accurate marks and excellent bayonet fighting skills, and their loyalty to His Majesty under the influence of the Bushido spirit!

The Type 38 rifle in the hands of Japanese soldiers has a small caliber and strong penetration. It often causes a not fatal penetration injury when hitting people. However, because of the small caliber, the gun is easy to remain stable when shooting. In addition, the strong military training of Japanese soldiers, I don’t know how many Chinese soldiers are hiding in bunkers. If they are not careful, they will be shot by the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side.

The Chinese soldiers holding submachine guns in their hands, even machine gunners, retracted back into their bunkers and began to replace magazines. Only some soldiers holding scope rifles hid in a messy bunker and quietly poked out the muzzle.

Scattered gunshots kept ringing on the battlefield. Every time a gunshot came from the Chinese position, those Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground, thinking that they could move back to a city from Chinese soldiers with their excellent shooting skills. They felt that they were in a permanent silence when they saw the darkness in front of them.

How could a special force trained by German special forces instructors and all equipped with German equipment? A special force special force special forces that are good at infiltration, sniping, assassination, intelligence collection and other work? How could it be that there is no sniper equipped with high-precision strike ability rifles?

The sniper who hid in the cover and hid himself to the point of water, and the ordinary Japanese soldier who was lying straight there, pulling the bolt of the Type 38 rifle, used a point shot to show off. The battle was just beginning and was destined to be the final end!

Seeing his soldiers lying on the battlefield, shooting in vain and despair, one by one, died under the shockingly accurate and effective shooting of the other party, they were eventually wiped out. The Japanese commander pulled out the command knife on his body and chopped it hard on the wooden telephone pole beside him.
Chapter completed!