Amid the continuous explosions of ‘Boom, Boom, Boom~’.

It was a tank of five soldiers on one side. It had raised several caliber barrels high and kept firing one after another on the Iwatsuki Mountain Highlands.

Suddenly, in the past few days, it was originally under the long bombing of countless aircraft and heavy artillery.

It was like the surface of the moon, and there were craters everywhere on the Yanyue Mountain position, and the light dust splashed on Lao Gao; in just a moment, the entire high ground was wrapped in flying dust.

Looking from a distance, the entire mountain was completely lost.

So much so that the tank gunners of the soldiers could only continue to bombard the gunshots based on their memory.

Who said that in the previous time, the bombing of the joint Guo army was so strong that it cut off a piece of the top of Yanyue Mountain.

The overly saturated bombing has made the soil on the ground extremely soft.

Under the shock wave of the explosion, these light sand and dust can be easily taken to the sky.

While bombing, Dr. Jonathan, Dadani and other team commanders stood among a large group of soldiers and began to slowly advance towards the top of Iwatsuki Mountain.

At such a time, let alone Dr. Jonathan, these commanders who are very powerful in their own right, but they are a little slutty in their actions, fearing that they will die.

Even the soldiers in their surrounding areas looked relaxed.

Mainly, after many previous attacks, they could clearly feel the defensive firepower on the position, which was a little weaker and weaker.

They are very convinced that they have not even had many living habits in the position until now.

Thank God, thank you Brother Jesus! During this attack, they were finally able to capture this place without continuing to suffer huge casualties and fight the defenders to the death.

After thinking of this, these people became relaxed indescribably.

Because the defenders of Confucius from the Eastern Front brought them too many painful and terrifying memories in the previous battles.

If they could choose, they would even be willing to fight the legendary bearded Sang Guards, or the Japanese, and would not be willing to fight such a terrifying opponent.

Fortunately, everything that was so painful was finally coming to an end...

And facing such an opponent who was advancing towards the position under the cover of fierce artillery fire, what were the translators on the position, Shi Polu, Bazi and others doing?

To be precise, they did nothing.

Or maybe it’s a different saying that when they are at the end of their lives, they just want to do something and have no choice.

The only thing I could do was find a crater and lay down.

While setting up a weapon, he waited for his opponent to enter their range; he also covered his mouth and nose with his hands, complaining in his heart that if he didn't seek system treatment, he would definitely have problems such as tuberculosis in the future.

It is true that the two shells will not fall into the same crater is expected to be true.

As for other things, I don’t care about anything, nor can I control it.

In fact, the statement that two shells will not fall into the same crater is inaccurate at all, because the density of the shells is not covered enough.

After another loud bang, a brass tobacco pot with only half of it fell in front of Bazi.

Just looking at such a familiar tobacco pot that has been around for a while, Bazi knew its owner, a ZY military man who is said to be his fellow villager.

The "Old Smoke Gun" who was even under Zhang Dashuai back then was dead.

Another shell fell into the crater where he lived. Maybe he was broken into pieces now, and this half of the smoke pot was still the only thing he left behind.

After the old smoker was killed, there were only ten people left on the defenders on the position.

Thinking about myself and this fellow villager, when they were free these few days, the other party was smoking the choking tobacco leaves.

A familiar accent with a big scent in his mouth tells the story of his experiences over the years.

For example, in the 20th year of the Republic of China, he was only 18 years old at that time. He had no choice but to leave his parents and daughter-in-law at home, and followed the commander to retreat into the pass.

This departure lasted for nineteen years.

During this period, he fought countless wars, joined many different troops, and finally settled down after being joined by the people's army.

It was not until last spring that he returned to his hometown in Northeast China.

But my parents and daughter-in-law had already died. After asking many old people in the village, they only found a few graves with no tombstones and covered with weeds.

Fortunately, all the pain above seems to have passed.

I got a lot of old smoke guns, thinking about how many years I planted the land, and I could always pick up a little widow to spread the branches and leaves again, and continue their incense machine.

The Chinese men are just focusing on such a thing?

Unfortunately, before the old smoker harvested the carefully managed crops in the first season, the war began.

Then Lao Yangui re-entered the army, although his superiors arranged for him the work of a kitchen squad leader for the purpose of taking care of him.

But after reaching this level, there is no division of labor at all. As long as they can get the ground and use guns, they have already filled in the Yanyue Mountain position.

So after seeing the tobacco pot, Bazi knew that this old Xing would never be able to realize his wish again.

What's amazing is that after seeing such a heart-wrenching result, Bazi was not very annoyed.

Because he knew very clearly that he would die soon; the difference between everyone was nothing more than who took the lead.

So the only thing he did was to pick up the half of the smoke pot.

After wiping two handfuls of dust on it with my sleeve, I just put it on my waist...

In the later period, no one of the ten remaining people on the position died of artillery attacks. As the attacking troops gradually approached, the artillery fire of the tanks gradually stopped due to fear of accidental injury.

Only some large-caliber vehicle-mounted machine guns were left, and they were still firing on the positions and some mortars were bombing the positions.

But such a threat has been reduced to a much lower level for everyone on the position.

With the sound of 'Ph, pah, pah~', the train driver vomited a few mouthfuls of mud and sand in his mouth, not caring about the burning feeling in his throat, and he was already in a state of fighting.

He was holding an original Type 50 submachine gun. After the barrel was burned and broken, he had to pick up the ZY Army Czech light machine gun.

After Bazi skillfully locked a target, he took the lead in pulling the trigger.

In an instant, a soldier's sergeant and a senior lieutenant fell down after being shot; they didn't know whether they were dead or not, but they had already rolled down along the mountain.

I believe that in the subsequent battle, there will be no way to pose a threat to the position.

At the same time, with the Czech-style fire in the hands of the train driver Bazi, all the firepower on the position was activated together in the next second.

Suddenly, the soldiers who were originally advancing slowly were knocked down by more than a dozen people, which immediately became a little panicked.

However, at this critical moment, Dr. Jonathan shouted in time:

"Young men, don't panic. Open your eyes wide and see clearly. There are no few people left in their God God, because there are only a few firepower points on the position.

If you rush up and kill them, you will definitely get great military achievements and be promoted and have a salary increase.

For the honor of Uncle Sam's house, dog, dog, dog~”

To be honest, the soldiers didn't care about the honors of Uncle Sam's house at this moment. They basically believed that after throwing this thing away, they probably wouldn't even eat the dog.

But they are still interested in this kind of good thing about getting promoted and getting rich.

Of course, the most important thing is that they found that Jonathan seemed to be right; now on the position, there is not even a heavy machine gun.

Apart from one light machine gun, there are only two submachine guns; the rest of the weapons are all old antique bolt-action rifles.

These are some helpless ways for the position defenders to be damaged after their original automatic weapons were damaged.

Such a scene made them have the courage to continue fighting, while using the weapons in their hands to keep firing, suppressing the firepower on the position.

While starting to speed up, he continued to move towards the position...

*******

I endured the dizziness in my head due to ischemia under the activity of big movements.

When he heard the familiar sound of the hollow impact in the gun chamber, Shi Polu threw the Thomson submachine gun, which had been empty.

Then, at the first moment, he pulled out the M1911 pistol on the thigh holster that had been used for a long time.

Holding the right hand of the pistol, he pushed and pulled hard towards the front, and then loaded the pistol with such a clean and neat action.

That move was unspeakable.

That is, this community of Hacheng, SIR, has always been quite low-key in modern planes, otherwise, with such beautiful skills, they can be promoted to other positions.

Then the loaded Shi Polu naturally raised his muzzle and fired continuously at the opponent in front of the position.

Thomson, who doesn't need to be faster and has stronger lethality, continues to fire? Mainly because Ishi Polu now only has one right hand left, and his speed in changing magazines is much slower than usual.

If he really had to wait until he slowly changed into the magazine, the soldiers who were like chicken blood in front of the position might be able to rush into the position from the area he was responsible for.

In a very short time, Ishi Polu shot out the bullet from the M1911 pistol in his hand.

Although he used his pistol to fire, he also achieved the result of two deaths and one injury; the problem was that the soldiers rushed over from his position were in a platoon.

There was also Dr. Jonathan, the bare commander of Uncle Sam's team, who was hiding in it in a very vulgar way, constantly driving the soldiers to charge.

Therefore, the result of the three casualties like Shi Polu could not stop the charge of these people.

Seeing this, Shi Polu instinctively touched his face, intending to smash a few grenades to suppress the charge of these soldiers.

After just touching it, he realized that he was now feeling a little:

Not good! He hit the current position and could be said to be almost at the end of his life; in the last opponent's attack, he even threw out the glorious bullet in the last time in an emergency.
To be continued...