Rise from eight hundred.

The pinpoint shooter who atoned for the nightmares that plagued him for years had done everything he could before he plunged into darkness.

The last two remaining grenadiers of the Japanese army did not become Yang Bicheng's key targets.

Because, before deciding to fight the three machine guns of the Japanese army, he had counted the number of grenades fired by the three grenadiers.

According to the Japanese army's marching standard, an ammunition bag is equipped with 8 rounds of grenades. The main shooter and the auxiliary shooter can carry up to 16 rounds of grenades, and three grenades can carry 48 rounds.

And this group of Japanese troops is a rout, and their ammunition is consumed. From the start of the war to the present, the three grenades have fired more than 30 grenades.

This should be close to the bottom line of the stock of grenades they carried, otherwise, at this critical moment of survival, let alone 30 rounds, even 40 or 50 rounds, the Japanese would have to spare no effort to shoot them out.

In addition, the reason why the Japanese grenadier who shot the most accurately had been killed by him, and the threat of the few remaining grenades to the top of the mountain was minimal.

The calculations that the precision shooter learned from Tang Tuanzuo succeeded. The Japanese grenadiers hardly participated in the battle anymore, and the Japanese machine guns that fired against them no longer screamed and spit bullets.

He even counted himself together, and his gunshots have never sounded since then.

He has completed his own combat mission, and the rest can only be relied on by his two dear comrades in arms.

"Brother Chengzi!" Tudou understood since he couldn't hear the familiar gunshot, and wanted to growl, but the three words were stuck in his throat, and when he uttered it, it was like the wail of a wounded beast.

This is not the first time a 17-year-old boy has experienced this kind of thing.

Last time, he could only kneel helplessly in the tunnel and pray for his brothers, but this time, although tears were still streaming down his face, the gun in his hand never stopped roaring.

"Little devil, I hate you immortals!" Tudou roared angrily.

At that moment, the young soldier was already like a madman.

The butt of the semi-automatic rifle that slammed into the thin shoulder socket seemed not so hard. The potatoes kept rolling in the fortifications, constantly changing their positions, and shot at the Japanese army below.

The 10-round magazine of the semi-automatic rifle made in the Czech Republic has a rich ammunition storage capacity and the design of shooting without pulling the bolt makes this semi-automatic rifle burst out with firepower that is at least not weaker than that of three infantrymen.

In addition to the MP28 submachine gun reloaded with a long magazine by the veteran who was still calm enough even though the company headquarters kept twitching because of grief, the firepower pouring down on the top of the mountain at this time was not weak.

Don't look at just two people.

At least, this is the case for the twenty or so Japanese infantry who no longer have any fire support.

If their opponents were the American cowboys more than ten years later, most of them would choose to retreat temporarily to avoid the edge, but unfortunately, their opponents were Japanese.

The Japanese knew very well that if they escaped, they would not be able to escape the more than 200 meters of uncovered mountain roads.They will either die from the guns of the Chinese on the top of the mountain, or they will die from the random guns of the main force of the Chinese who came later.

The personality of the Japanese nation is originally extremely paranoid, and now there is no way out, they are also crazy.

Under the loud orders of the leading sergeant Cao, the Japanese army's eyes were red, suppressed by the firepower of the rifles and submachine guns of only two soldiers on the top of the mountain, and desperately went up.

Or, their purpose now is not to capture this position so that they can escape, but to kill the enemy.

The blood of their companions also deeply stimulated them, stimulating them to forget their own life and death at this moment.

Crazy meets crazy!

This is the current state of the two Chinese soldiers against the No. 20 Japanese infantry.

In just five seconds, Lao Abacus had already thrown his MP28 submachine gun aside, and he had no time to reload it.

Before leaving, the second lieutenant platoon leader equipped the three of them with a shell gun that could provide enough firepower at such a range.

The grenade was thrown down the top of the mountain desperately, blowing up the gravel below the mountain, but the Japanese army who was as close as 20 meters was able to drop the bomb.

There were already several bloodstains on the old abacus, and the blood soaked the military uniform. Fortunately, the helmet blocked the deadly shrapnel flying to the head, and the surging adrenaline also made the veteran forget the pain on his body in a short time.

The potato was even worse. The whole back was charred black, completely bloody and bloody, and the military uniform and the skin could not be distinguished at all. Because of an extreme roll, the potato rolled directly into a ignited fire that was about to burn out. The clothes, the military uniform and the skin were burned through together. The piercing pain caused the potatoes to roll on the ground several times to put out the fire.

This is almost no longer a battlefield where firepower is compared with military strength, but a decisive battle of will. Whoever can't hold on and falls will be killed.

A middle-aged man and a young man were still fighting tenaciously even though they were wounded in more than a dozen places, which definitely broke the limits of human beings.

After the war, the military doctors of the medical company dug out a total of 13 pieces of shrapnel from the two men, which made everyone at the scene red-eyed.

It was hard for them to imagine what kind of willpower it was that could drive these two people to fight tenaciously after suffering such heavy losses.

But they understand.

There can only be one victor in this Great Patriotic War, either, there will be no Chinese nation in this world, or the Japanese will be driven back to the island.

At the moment of genocide, life is actually not that important.

In the nearly 3-minute battle, the grenades and grenades on both sides were basically lost, and they shot at each other almost cruelly. The semi-automatic rifles and shell guns showed the power of continuous firepower. There are still 13 people.

That's because the Japanese army threw in their last reinforcements.

The second lieutenant of the Japanese army and a signal soldier at the rear finally couldn't hold back and entered the battlefield when the two sides began to bomb each other and were about to enter the final fight.

Before entering the battlefield, the second lieutenant of the Japanese army brutally fired several shots at the old Chinese man who was forced to lead the way.

Perhaps at that moment, even the second lieutenant of the Japanese army gave up his illusion that he could continue to escape in the mountains.

Because he knew that the Chinese who were chasing after him would definitely not let go of himself who killed their comrades-in-arms. When he thought that he would be chased by an unknown number of Chinese people in a completely unfamiliar mountain like a hound chasing a rabbit, he even had to act like a dog chasing a rabbit. Like a groundhog, he got into the cold mud hole to avoid being hunted down, but in the end he couldn't escape the fate of being caught and hung on a tree as a wind chime. This desperate second lieutenant felt chills all over his body.

Looking at the Chinese old man lying in a pool of blood, the second lieutenant of the Japanese army looked at the major general Yamashita on the stretcher, and his eyes flickered fiercely. I don't know the final reason. Before going to the battlefield, the second lieutenant of the Japanese army let go Seriously injured boss.

But this may be one of his most important decision-making mistakes in this battle.

If it was replaced by the dead ghost Yin Tengyang Tai Zhong Zuo Zai, knowing that the situation on the battlefield has been completely corrupted and irreversible, I am afraid that the first thing to do is not to kill the Chinese old man, but to kill the top commander of the Second Mixed Brigade official.

A living Japanese major general is nothing more than a happy trophy to the Chinese. I have seen many dead Japanese major generals, but the living ones are really rare, and they are rare. They are exhibited in various places for the public to appreciate. That's all.

But for the Japanese Army, this is definitely a major event that can nail the North China Front Army to the pillar of historical shame.

As a general in the army, death on the battlefield is not terrible. A few years ago, there was an incident in which an army general was bombed to death in Shanghai, but it was definitely the first time that he was carried by the Chinese and displayed to the world under the spotlight.

Unfortunately, the second lieutenant was not a lieutenant commander after all, and his knowledge and character were not enough for him to make the decision to kill his immediate superior, making a mistake that was irreparable for the Japanese North China Front Army.

But he did what a soldier should do, instead of running away, he bravely went to the battlefield, where he fought two Chinese soldiers for the final battle.

Seeing that the remaining Japanese troops had surrounded them from both sides and were only three or four meters away from the top of the mountain, the faces of the last two Chinese soldiers looking at each other a few meters away were all miserable.

All the grenades have been thrown out, the three magazines of the shell gun are almost empty, and the 100 rounds of rifle ammunition carried by Tudou have all been exhausted. The MP28 submachine gun with the most bullets left has no time to reload. They are now at the end of their rope.

The only gratification is that they almost defeated a standard or even enhanced version of the Japanese team, killing more than 35 enemies, and now only 5 remain.

If there is no accident, in the battle of Changle Village, their four-element regiment, one battalion, two companies, one platoon and three squads will become the combat squad that killed the most enemies in a single battle.

It's a pity that at least three medals have to be hung on the tombstone.

"Neighbor Mala, sister of the Zhang family, I'm sorry, I can't go back this time." Old Abacus muttered to himself, and pulled out the just-issued three-edged army thorn from the knife pouch on his waist with his backhand. He firmly held the handle of the shell gun with his hand, and there was sadness in his eyes, but more firmness.

"Squad leader, you go! I'll stop them." Tudou on the other side suddenly roared, then stood up from the bunker holding the gun, and jumped down suddenly, "Kill!"

Without giving the old abacus time to react, the recruits took advantage of the mountain, condescendingly, and stabbed the Japanese army two meters away who were also not prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

But this is obviously unwise, not to mention that the Japanese army still has time to pull the trigger, but from the perspective of hand-to-hand combat, the opponent only needs to raise the muzzle of the gun, and they can easily stab him in the chest, which is almost suicidal.

Yes, potatoes were not meant to live.

Tudou, who had turned from a recruit to a veteran a few months ago, knew that in just a few seconds, the Japanese army would rush into the position, not to mention that they might still have bullets in their guns, and even if they didn't, they would definitely not be the ones who were already covered in scars. Several opponents of the Japanese army.

Tudou is not Tang Tuanzuo, the brave champion of the three armies, nor the elite special forces of the reconnaissance company. He is just an ordinary soldier. He didn't stand a chance.

However, Tudou is not afraid of death, which is the basis for his top-down rush tactic.

Of course, not being afraid of death doesn't mean dying in vain, he can still exchange his life for another.

As long as the Japanese soldier dared to raise the muzzle of his gun and let him hit it by himself, his bayonet could also be inserted into the chest of the Japanese soldier.Maybe it can also attract the Japanese army and create a chance for the squad leader to escape.

In this short moment, the young man was even more decisive than the middle-aged man.

Does he not care?Of course, the parents in Sichuan Province are still struggling to survive, but if he doesn't work hard, when the Japanese invade Sichuan Province, the parents and younger siblings will have to rely on the Japanese for eating bark and grass roots Feeling.

A few months ago, those big brothers who took care of him and even resorted to cheating to keep him, wasn't it because of these that they were reduced to powder under the fire of both the enemy and us?

Accurate shooters have nightmares, and potatoes also have inner demons. It’s okay during the day, but every night, he remembered that when he pulled out the bamboo stick, his elder brothers shook their heads pretending to be sad and complained about his bad luck. It is difficult to sleep.

No one told him the truth, but as he matured, he knew that he had been deceived.

The so-called lottery is just a play where everyone is fooling this little doll. They don't want to let themselves live in guilt, but they have actually reached a tacit agreement before the lottery.

'Big pots, the potatoes have let you down, and I can't live for you, but you little devils, don't even think about living in peace! Holding a gun, Tudou leaped high and landed against the blades of the crazy but stunned Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese infantry, who was only two meters away from Tudou, probably never thought that the Chinese would fight back like this, actively seeking death.

Subconsciously pulling the trigger, another blood flower bloomed on Tudou's shoulder in mid-air, but he remained unmoved, holding the butt and barrel of the rifle tightly with both hands, and stabbed.

At that moment, in the eyes of the Japanese infantry, the Chinese soldier who shot and killed at least 10 of his companions was like an eternal sculpture. Change, as if the shot was shot at someone else.

The murderous look in his eyes was as thick as substance, and this Japanese soldier, who had come here by desperate means, couldn't help feeling a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

However, this is a Japanese veteran after all. Although he was captured by Tudou's aura, he still raised his rifle high, aimed his bayonet at Tudou, and made the most correct choice.

Tudou didn't mean to dodge at all, he just made a movement to straighten his arms, and sent his rifle and the triangular army thorn on the muzzle forcefully towards him.

The souls of the Japanese infantrymen took off.

It's just that, even if you want to escape at this time, it's too late.

With a sound of "puchi", the Japanese army's bayonet pierced Tudou's chest, penetrating through his body, and the three-sided army stab deeply pierced into the Japanese army's chest.

The Japanese army's eyes suddenly widened.

He didn't understand before, why the Chinese were so stupid to take the initiative to jump on his blade, but now he finally knew that he was going to exchange his life with him.

But he still doesn't understand, if you can't win, you can run away!Why don't you run away, don't you Chinese often say, take a step back and open up the sea and the sky?Don't you often say, "Be a human being and stay on the front line, so we can meet each other in the future?" Even bandits often talk about "If the green mountains don't change, the green waters will flow forever, and there will be a period later."

How come you two are so stubborn here?If you escape, we can also enter the mountain without dying, how good?

It can only be said that this Japanese infantryman, who was stabbed through by the Triangle Army, still has some understanding of Chinese culture, but he is wrong about one thing.

This is not a river or lake, here is a battlefield, a battlefield for the Chinese to defend their home and country.

On this battlefield, as a Chinese, as a Chinese soldier, there is no way to retreat, and there is no way to retreat.

'If one person retires, ten people will retire, if ten people retire, ten thousand people will retire, and if ten thousand people retire, tens of thousands will retire!In the name of the head of the Four Elements Regiment, I swear to the heroes and fellow villagers present that the officers and soldiers of the Four Elements Regiment, facing the war of alien races, would rather die than retreat! '

Tang Dao stood in front of more than a thousand tombstones in the martyrs' cemetery, representing not only himself, but also not only the thousands of officers and soldiers of the Four Elements Regiment. 'It belongs to the entire Chinese army, and it belongs to the entire Chinese people who are unwilling to be enslaved.

Retreat, it will be contagious!

If you don't retreat, it will be contagious!
Your bayonet pierced my chest, and my military stab pierced your heart. The two Chinese and Japanese infantry just stared at each other like sculptures!
Perhaps, the only difference between the two 'humanoid sculptures' is that the eyes of the scorched back sculpture are Xinran, he successfully fought off a strong enemy, and he is sure to make a profit!But the other sculpture's eyes are flickering with the fear of imminent death. The thick steel rod protruding from the body doesn't need to be looked at carefully, but the bone-piercing coldness lets him know that he can't live!
"Wori, you little Japanese ancestor!" Old Suan's eyes burst out, and the heart-piercing howl sounded in the mountains.

Like a lone wolf driven out of a pack of wolves!
As the elder brother, he lost two little brothers, right in front of his eyes!How can he not be angry, not crazy, not crazy!Even if he can survive, will he be able to sleep in the long dark night afterward?

Not alive anymore!Perhaps these three words are all lingering in the veteran's mind at this time!

Not far from the mountains, 'Aw! 'A long howl echoed it.

That was issued by the hammer that was rushing towards the position.

His sensitive hearing allowed him to hear the wailing of the old abacus, and tears welled up in the eyes of the military dog ​​who felt the strong sadness of his partner. The dog instinctively raised its head to the sky, wanting to send out a deterrent and warning unique to the orcs.

As a result, the dog, which had been domesticated for thousands of years, was catalyzed by extreme sadness and anger, and let out a mournful wolf howl!
The valley, where there were no more gunshots, was suddenly silent at this moment, only the screams of a man and a dog lingered in the valley.

Among them, there is also an unknown "huhu" panting sound.

It was issued by a wild boar with gradually red eyes, after repeatedly touching the owner's cold body with the pig's nose.

In the pig's mouth, which has not yet fully grown its fangs, there are thick white teeth exposed.

That was another mistake made by the Japanese second lieutenant who was still alive.

A half-sized boar is also a boar!
A wounded wild boar is even scarier than tigers and bears.