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"Open the fire..."

With a command, rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, heavy machine guns, and mortars roared together. Bullets and shells fell to the highway in the valley like raindrops. For a moment, gunfire sounded loudly in the valley and artillery fire flew. Wherever the machine gun passed, the enemy fell in pieces like harvested rice, and blood burst out from the enemy. The explosion of each shell could almost lift a few people into the air and then fall into small pieces. The people who were blown up to pieces but were not dead used their last little strength to make a pig-killing howl to the sky.

The sudden blow immediately made the enemy dizzy. They ran around like ants on a hot pan, looking for places to hide everywhere, but the volunteers were ambushed on both sides of the road, and there was no dead end to shooting at all. They had no safe place for them to hide. The ruthless bullets continued to take away their lives one after another... In just a short while, the valley turned into a picture stained with blood.

This is the battlefield. I was stunned by the enemy's crying, the enemy's panic, and even more shocked by the hell on earth in front of me...

"Coward!"

The bearded snorted coldly made me realize that I hadn't fired a shot yet, but now I don't care about my own face anymore, nor do I care whether I am a coward. I was just thinking, it turned out that the beautiful victory and victory in books, TV, and stories in the stories were so exciting and exciting, and it turned out that it was so horrible.

"Ding tick tick tick..." The trolley blew the charge trumpet

"Kill..."

"Run..."

The soldiers began to charge, and under the cover of firepower from the high ground on both sides, the three companies inserted into the battlefield like three steel knives. One plug, one plug, and one slashed the middle. Our company cut the knife in the middle, and I felt like a gap in the blade.

I was almost dragged down the valley by a beard, but I couldn't hold back as soon as I ran out of the trench. Because the slope and front and back were warriors who rushed forward, I had only one result to hold back, that is, I was knocked and rolled down the mountain.

I couldn't help but run down the mountain, looking blankly at the bearded man in front of me, while rushing quickly, while skillfully loading the 38-large large in my hand, raising the gun, aiming, and then pulling the trigger. Every time the gunshot sounded, a fleeing enemy would always come down.

"Puff..." With the sound of bullets entering the flesh, a soldier beside him was shot. The body rolled down with inertia, and warm blood splashed on my face, and soon frozen in the temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, forming a cold dot on my face.

I gasped heavily, realizing that the enemy was organizing defense and wanted to fight the final beast.

As I got closer and closer to the enemy, I could even see their panicked faces and black muzzles. Then suddenly a bloody flower broke out on this face, and my whole body fell to the ground like a skin that had been drained from the air.

With a "beep...", the old squad leader blew the small trumpet that had been hanging around his neck. Before I could react, I was pressed to the ground by a bearded big hand. Then I found that the whole row of people pulled out grenades at the same time, pulled the leads, and waved his hand after three seconds. Dozens of grenades fell into the enemy's position in an arc.

There was a loud "boom...", and the ground where I was lying on it shook a few times, and the bloody gravel and mud hit my body like raindrops.

"Kill..." The bearded man had already put a bayonet on this time, and with the rest of the soldiers, he rushed into the smoke generated by the explosion of the grenade.

A more tragic hand-to-hand combat has begun.

The gunshots are getting thinner, and the sound of machine guns and explosions disappear without a trace, replaced by horns, shouts, killing sounds and heart-wrenching screams...

As the name suggests, the bearded man was like a tiger descending the mountain, leading the volunteer soldiers straight into the enemy's position. The company that cut the waist was different from other chargers. The enemy was blocked and the head was cut off, and the eyes were fleeing were likely to all rush to the middle. Moreover, the middle was the position of the enemy's battalion command organization, and most of the enemies who had the courage to resist were in this position, so the bearded man encountered resistance as soon as he rushed into the enemy formation.

An enemy with a mustache roared at the old squad leader with a shaky bayonet in his hand. What he didn't see was that the old squad leader was holding a submachine gun. The old squad leader didn't even stop his footsteps, and raised his hand and knocked him to the ground.

The beard was even more brave. He was so stunning that he could play in his hands. He was so stunning, slashed, and smashed the butt. No enemy he came up with could stop him.

The 38th Great Guard was originally a standard weapon of Japanese infantry. After Japan was defeated and surrendered in World War II, China confiscated a large number of 38th Great Guards. This rifle was slender and had a bayonet of more than 1.5 meters in total, and it can be said to be the longest rifle in the world.

There are rumors in the world: one inch long and one inch long and one inch short and one inch dangerous. Such a long rifle can be said to have taken advantage of it in melee combat, not to mention that the owner of it was a volunteer soldier who participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression and the War of Liberation. Therefore, although the number of enemies at this waist was the dominant part of the waist, the enemies rushing up still fell under the bayonets of the volunteer soldiers in large numbers.

After the enemy was stabbed by a bayonet, most of them would not be fatal on the spot if they were not stabbed. Volunteer soldiers did not rush to make up for a knife when the enemy basically lost their combat ability, so the ground was covered with bloody enemies. Some covered their wounds with one hand and crawled desperately, trying to escape from the battlefield to find a glimmer of hope; some were crying and trying to push their intestines back, and they saw their intestines with disbelief; some were shaking all over their bodies and twitching their limbs, and their eyes were desperately looking at the more and more volunteer soldiers in front of them...

I watched all this at a loss, and when I was in the trench, I was still watching from afar, but now I was standing here in reality. The nose smelled blood, the ears heard screams, and the hands and faces were stained with blood. In this hell full of blood, even when I lifted my feet, I felt a sticky feeling.

"kill……"

The voice was hoarse and strong. I heard the sound of a bearded man. At this time, he had already left his comrade's front line and blocked the rifle left and right to kill in the other direction. It was not until he reached a big red horse and reached out to pull the horse's stiff rope that I remembered the old squad leader's explanation and understood the bearded man's target.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

With a "boom...", a grenade exploded not far away. Yangma was shocked and raised his head and neighed. The four hooves were kicking everywhere without discrimination. The bearded man was unprepared for a moment. After being kicked for a while, the kick seemed not light. The beard flew far away and fell to the ground. He struggled for a few times, but could not stand up for a long time.

There is no room for a break in hand-to-hand combat. When the enemy saw that there was an opportunity, seven or eight people immediately surrounded him. The nearest one raised his bayonet and stabbed him fiercely...

"Bang……"

With a gunshot, the bayonet fell to the ground, and a bullet hole appeared in the middle of its owner's eyebrows, and the soft beach fell to the ground.

I couldn't help but be stunned. I couldn't believe that this shot was fired by myself. Loading, raising the gun, aiming, and firing were all done in one go, and looking at the accurate head... it was right in the middle of my eyebrows! I just felt like I had been playing with a big gun since I was a child.

Looking at the bearded man again, he barely sat up at this time, picked up a rifle to block the left and right, and struggled to deal with the attacks of the three enemies.

Before I could think too much, I raised my gun and rushed towards the bearded man. At the same time, I skillfully loaded the rifle with my right hand. Without aiming, I raised the gun and shot it. An enemy besieged the bearded man fell down. Then, under the shocked eyes of the enemy, I knocked down another one at a very fast speed. At this time, I had already run to the beard, and a butt stock smashed the face of the only enemy with disbelief to pieces.

Unexpectedly, an enemy hugged me and the gun from behind. I swung hard and threw the gun and the enemy far away. Looking at the surroundings, I picked up a pickaxe, roared, and cracked... Three times in a row, chopped three holes on the chest of the three enemies who were leading the way.

"Don't move!" I widened my eyes like wild beasts, held the pickaxe that was still dripping blood downwards, and shouted loudly at the four enemies who were about to rush up from behind, "Don't move! Stop the gun and don't kill..."

The four enemies were stunned, holding the gun in their hands for a long time but couldn't speak. After a long time, they dropped the gun one after another and raised their hands in horror...

"Hahahaha..." The bearded man sat behind me, laughing with bloody mouths: "Boy, I'm still wrong. I cut down three pickaxes and grabbed four, which was cruel enough..."

I stood there blankly, looking at my enemy with my hands in front of me, and I was also surprised, because I never knew that I had such ability or that I was so fierce.

The volunteer soldiers quickly killed me, and the enemy's battalion command disappeared within a few minutes. The enemy officers and soldiers threw away their equipment and fled everywhere. The smarter ones knelt down and raised their hands, and the more stupid ones jumped into the Jiulong River. They jumped into the river in the cold weather, which saved the volunteer army a few bullets. Even more stupid, the volunteer soldiers' guns pointed at his butt. He ran around desperately...

"The third company copied the enemy artillery along the highway, and the other companies returned to their positions to block the enemy reinforcements!" This was the last order issued by the regiment commander.
Chapter completed!