As soon as I lay down, I saw a large group of dark Indians rushing up. The expressions of these Indians were extremely distorted, and their bayonets shone coldly in the sun. They stepped on the corpses of the war dead and shouted wildly, and the sound was louder than the sky.

The croaking of the crows is shrill.

Fortunately, Momotaro's ears don't work very well right now, and he hasn't recovered from the shelling just now.

His left hand rested weakly on the gun, and his right hand hugged the gun stock and handguard tightly. With one eye open and the other closed, he aimed at the small shit-yellow dot that was approaching quickly. There were especially many Indians charging this time, almost as many as

I can't tell the number.

The guns were fired in rows, and bullets were flying across the front of the position. But after one row of Indians died, another row came up, like a tidal wave coming over.

"Fix bayonets!" the sergeant's shout came over, and everyone fixed their bayonets.

The Japanese soldiers held bayonets and rushed towards the Indians who were rushing forward. When it came to fighting with bayonets, although the Japanese soldiers were short, their skills were much better than those of the Indian soldiers. What's more, the only ones who rushed up at this time were

Ordinary Indian soldiers wrapped in turbans, not the fierce Gurkhas with Gurkha scimitars in their hands.

The two groups of soldiers collided together like sparks hitting the earth. All kinds of curses, screams, and the "pop" and "pop" sounds of sharp blades piercing the human body were intertwined.

Just as the soldiers on both sides were fighting, Momotaro suddenly turned around and kicked his younger brother into the trench again. Before he could turn around, a bayonet suddenly popped out of his chest. Then, a cannonball was next to Momotaro.

explode.

The flesh and blood were lifted up into the air together with the soil. Momojiro lay tightly in the trench and heard countless shells hitting the ground. Things kept falling and hitting him, including soil mixed with blood, stones, and various objects.

All kinds of broken limbs.

After a while, the shelling stopped. There was silence on the position, and Momojiro dug his head out of the soil. Surrounded by a charred world, a severed hand was placed in front of him, and on the trench next to him, a pink hanging hung down.
Chapter completed!