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The cold wind blew on his face, feeling cold, but Longping Daman felt a strange pain, and he couldn't help but subconsciously reach out and touch his face. Yes, the bullet that came suddenly was shot next to this road, strange and precise, piercing through the body of an imperial soldier, hitting his face, and almost killing his own life.

The feeling at that time - Longping's face twisted, and it hurts a lot, then a darkness swallows himself. He hates that feeling and is afraid of that feeling. When he walks here again, a chill rises from his back, as if a black muzzle is aiming at him, and a deadly bullet is about to fly. He tightens his neck, like a frightened dog, as if he can protect himself.

"Boom!" An explosion sounded in front. Even though Longping Daman was riding a trained war horse, he slowed down his movements amid the sudden loud noise.

Longping Daman stroked the horse's head and was quite surprised. Landmines? It was a cheap weapon used by the enemy's local troops. If the enemy about to fight was a regular force, they would definitely not carry heavy and clumsy landmines on their backs. Perhaps it was an emergency landmine made with grenades. Longping Daman frowned and guessed.

This time, there were more than 400 troops mobilized by Longping Daman, one of which was a squadron of Japanese and mortars, which was taken seriously. This did not include the more than 200 Japanese and puppet troops who surrounded the mountains and cut off the opponent's retreat. They solved the opponent in one fell swoop with a dignified battle. In the face of strength, conspiracy and tricks would be useless. This is Longping Daman's plan.

But before he arrived at Tumen Village and saw the enemy's shadow, the mines caused the enemy to suffer and also made Longping Daman's guess question mark. Damn landmines, the deceitful enemy, Longping Daman seemed to remember the military operation he once led a team to sweep and was sniped by cold guns. The seasons were different, but the tricks were very similar, which made the soldiers feel fear and delayed the troops' progress.

"Boom!" Another explosion was heard. Amid the screams and screams, several enemies fell down. A puppet army whose face was damaged by the stones aroused by landmines fell on the road. My father and mother screamed in pain. There were wounded people next to me who were either bleeding from the head or injured.

"Boom!" Another explosion sounded without warning, and gravel ice flew across, adding several enemy wounded again. An unlucky guy covered his bloody throat and seemed to be unable to survive.

He was so despicable that he buried gravel on the mines and disguised it with snow. Longping Daman's face was serious and urged the troops to continue moving forward. The casualties were all puppet troops. He would not be sad for these people, nor would he slow down because of their casualties, nor would he care about their lives. But his doubts became increasingly greater. Is this really the regular army of the enemy returning from the periphery?

After suffering casualties, Longping Daman led his army to Tumen Village. The watchtower at the entrance of the village was half broken, and the smoke-black wall showed the battle it passed by. The trench at the entrance of the village made Longping Daman narrow his eyes. It was the village's original defense facility. After the large-scale sweep, it became a ready-made barrier for the Japanese and puppet troops stationed in the village, and now it has become an obstacle for them to enter the village.

Although the jagged chest walls at the entrance of the village were demolished by the Japanese and puppet troops stationed in the village, obstacles such as bricks, mounds, wood, etc. were piled up again, making it impossible for the enemy to see the situation in the village from outside the village, and even the large stone millstone in the center of the street.

The village did not fire guns or cannons, and they were quiet and could not even see personal figures, but they contained the cold and solemn meaning.

Longping Daman observed with a telescope for a moment and decided not to use artillery fire to bombard the fire, but to attack tentatively and see the reality of the village’s defense. Anyway, there are some cannon fodders, so he sent orders to order a small team of puppet troops to prepare for the first attack, and another team of puppet troops to cut down small trees so as to build a bridge on the trench.

A bunch of cloudy and miserable winter clouds moved slowly in the sky, and small pieces seemed to be in the cold and melancholy love, peeking down from the gaps of the dark clouds.

With a "bang!", a wooden valve-like bridge landed on the trench. More than 30 puppet soldiers were tough and brave enough to shoot guns randomly, crossed the trench, passed the trench, passed the chasm, and entered the village.

"Boom!" A loud bang erupted in the village, shaking the earth. A stream of black smoke rose, thick and thick.

Gunshots, explosions, screams, exclamations... all kinds of chaotic sounds are mixed together, and people can be seen running and falling behind the roadblocks.

The enemy who rushed through the roadblock was trapped in three sides. A huge landmine collapsed into bricks and stones that soared into the sky, and fell on their heads and bodies like rain. There was no figure, but bullets seemed to be everywhere, flying over in the walls, windows, yards, roofs, and ground, from all directions, making people nowhere to hide.

Longping Daman stared wide, trying to get some useful information from this tentative attack, but he was disappointed. Perhaps two puppet troops appeared from the roadblock, covered in dust and blood, and fled.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and a bullet shot from somewhere penetrated the back of a puppet army.

"Bang hook!" The gunshot sounded again slowly, and another puppet army shook his body and threw it on a black wood.

The entire army was wiped out? The sound of gunfire and explosion fell, but Longping Daman clenched his teeth, waved his hand suddenly, and howled, "Fire the cannon, bombard!"

Boom, Boom, Boom... Fires rose from Tumen Village, smoke columns, houses collapsed, bricks, stones, and wood flew into the air.

"Ba, bha!" Three simple wooden bridges built across the trench, and the access became as wide as the avenue.

As soon as the shelling stopped, Longping Daman waved his hand. More than a hundred puppet troops stepped onto the creaking wooden bridge in fear amid the screams of the officers. They used their shouts and guns to pluck, rushed through the roadblock, and rushed into the battlefield with fireworks.

A series of explosions sounded one after another, and a series of thunders were pulled. One after another, the smoke columns splashed with ice, gravel, soil, and snow dust flew into the air. The Japanese artillery fire could not carry out cover bombing. This determined that the mines would always miss and would always play a role, even though they were detonated.

"Dadadada..." The machine gun screamed finally, this was the first time since the war started.

"Dadada..." Another machine gun spurted out the scythe of the god of death, splashing dense bullets at the enemies rushing into the village.

The dense gunfire sounds mixed with violent explosions, the rolling tongues of flames intertwined with rising smoke columns, full of fire, thick smoke, dust and sand, everywhere were sword lights, sword shadows, killing sounds, and the endless smoke and dust tangled into a big net. Covering over the Tumen Village, a gloomy chaos...

Longping Daman narrowed his eyes and issued another order. The enemy had shown his strength. He was no longer satisfied with adding fuel to the army. He wanted to launch a general attack.

Two teams of Japanese soldiers rushed to the wooden bridge on the trench. They were wearing cotton coats. They looked clumsy, but they held a sharp bayonet, and were murderous and howling.

No one noticed that the attacking Japanese had just assembled a whole team, and two square holes suddenly appeared on the bluestone of the building foundation of the village head, which had been blown up on both sides of the village. About one foot from the ground, the black muzzle slowly stretched out. This was the bunker-style firepower point, and this was the massacre-style blow that Meng Youtian had already planned.

The Japanese stepped onto the wooden bridge, and the small tree as thick as a bowl made a creaking and crisp sound, and the entire bridge was shaking. The machine gun was not moving, and waited patiently. Half of the Japanese passed the trench, and in the shooting hole, the machine gun suddenly started, and the fire tongues shot wildly like poisonous snakes. The Japanese were caught off guard and screamed in the terrifying sound of the bullets plopped into the **, twisting under the cross firepower like raindrops, trembling, falling, blood was splattering, and the corpse was falling.

Longping Daman was holding a telescope, but his hands were shaking slightly due to extreme anger. The sound of gunfire and explosions were still coming from the village. The troops rushing into the village were being attacked by the superior enemy. I don’t know how long they could last. The warriors of the empire had just rushed forward and were slaughtered despicable and shamelessly before they could display their power.

The machine guns were still firing wildly, harvesting the lives of the Japanese. By the edge of the trench, the Japanese corpses were undulating on the wooden bridge. Blood and brain matter were mixed on the ground, flowing on the bridge, and the injured lying on the ground, screaming and twisting. The uninjured one was suppressed by the fierce firepower and could not raise his head at all.

The Japanese artillery fire showed their might again, and several houses at the entrance of the village were instantly covered by fierce artillery fire. Snow dust, mud, wood chips and stones flew into the air. A machine gun stopped shooting, as if it was being dumb, but if it was close, you could see a wooden stick stretching out from the shooting hole, pushing away the broken bricks and rotten tiles that blocked the shooting.

The Japanese machine guns shouted, causing dust and sparks to spread on the bluestone bricks, covering their companions. Longping Daman stretched out his hand and prepared to continue the attack according to his plan. The opponent wanted to use this sudden despicable blow to make him give up the attack. This could not be done, and he had to make a concerted effort...

But in the eyes of the enemy staring at the battlefield, a look of horror and incredible appeared. Fire and tongues of fire emerged from under the simple wooden bridge. At first, it was only a little, but it soon spread. The thick smoke wrapped in flames rose and flew on the wooden bridge, blocking the enemy's route of attack and also determining the fate of the Japanese who rushed through the trenches.

"Dadada..." The machine gun that stopped shooting roared again, and several Japanese who tried to avoid the burning flames were ruthlessly knocked down by bullets.

"Bang hook!" A bullet shot from somewhere killed the heavy machine gun covered by the Japanese. The general attack had not yet been fully launched and had been interrupted by this strange accident.

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Chapter completed!