Crush.

It means changing the shape of an object through external forces, causing a certain object to develop a flat shape.

Describes having advantages over opponents in some aspects.

The captain believed from the bottom of his heart that with the powerful firepower of the Imperial Army, the Eighth Route Army should be completely crushed.

But this time, the Tu Eighth Route Army actually suffered a great loss with two large landmines.

Uh...it might be called a heavy casualty.

On the battlefield, firepower is the force that determines the final trend.

This time, he decided not to give his opponent any chance.

None of the eighth routes on the ridge left behind!

As for the advance warriors who were invaded by the Eighth Route Army, the Imperial Army's warriors suffered heavy casualties and have not been able to make any moves that satisfy him until now. There is no hope for him now.

Perhaps they have been gloriously loyal to the Emperor.

As mortar shells slid into the barrel, the smoke that had not yet dissipated on the ridge continued to roll again by the explosions one after another.

The smoke on the cliff is getting heavier and the artillery fire continues to extend.

Amid the deafening explosion, the machine gun position poured bullets into the ridge again.

It seemed that there was a huge yellow figure suddenly appearing on the ridge.

The gray and desolate ridges also seemed to have become strangely angry.

The attacking Japanese infantry felt the smoke columns stirred by shell explosions in the Eighth Route Position not far away, and machine gun bullets above their heads roared to tear apart everything that blocked their progress, so that the passionate Japanese no longer hid their backs from possible counterattacks on the ridges.

The shell landing point continued to extend towards the ridge, and in terms of attack intensity alone, it could even be compared with a certain war.

All this is very similar to the attack half an hour ago...!

Wan Zhang Xi took the artillery and retreated the position for more than a hundred meters, and hugged the somewhat panicked soldiers to set up mortars in a shallow ditch.

There is nothing above the shallow ditch filled with bullets and smoke.

The face of the military cap, which was blackened by the smoke, was actually full of excitement.

He raised his hand and gestured twice in the choking smoke, then shook the high and low machine wheel, muttering in a low voice: "The distance must be one hundred meters..."

The cannon barrel slowly lowered.

He continued to murmur: "Damn it, whether you can fight this time is accurate or not, it depends on God's blessing..."

I felt the sound of screaming in the air again, and adjusted the azimuth angle based on my feelings: "High explosion bomb, No. 1 charge..."

The soldiers next to them didn't know what high-explosive bombs and armor-piercing bombs were, and there was not so much attention to mortars.

Anyway, it's just a mortar shell, and it's going to explode if it's shot...

In the smoke and dust, Tian Sanqi, who was lying on his waist, was vaguely crawling on the position.

There was no way, there was no way to dig out the trenches on the ridges.

He used the stones built by the cliff to cover it up and shouted at the bottom of the cliff: "After burying the mines, come up quickly, and the Japanese will come up soon..."

A squad of soldiers slipped into the smoke under the cliff after the enemy artillery fire extended, and were piled up the stones they carried to the roadside.

The Japanese suppressing machine gun ballistics roared above their heads. As the Japanese infantry kept approaching, the machine gun ballistics seemed to be lifting upwards.

A few veterans who were lying on the ground and coughed so hard that they were choking on the ground. Several half-immortal platoon stood up and ran back with their hands clasped Lafa in their hands: "You bastard, hurry up, the Japanese are less than thirty meters away from us..."

A soldier in Tian Sanqi Platoon was a little impressed: "I can't see anything... Can you see through the smoke after you have a thousand miles of eyes?"

"You will know by listening to the machine gun trajectory..." After saying that, the man was about to pull up his comrade who was hit by the enemy's machine gun bullet when he slipped down and carried it back.

Unexpectedly, the one started to struggle: "I... got shot in my abdomen... I guess... my intestines are broken... don't bear it..."

"Come here quickly and carry Lao Shuan back..."

The voice on the ground twitched in pain, and the voice was intermittent: "Don't... the root is not good... the doctor... pull the rope... give me... I... I... take revenge myself..."

He got up, continued to move forward, ran towards the pain and screamed, and became even more faint as he fell all over the sky.

"Boyless! You don't have any heart? Isn't there a Japanese doctor?"

"Cough cough..." The man on the ground coughed twice by the smoke, and his whole body was even more painful: "Get out...I...I'm dead...I won't let the Japanese doctor..."

"You trash! You can't do anything now!"

"Yes...I'm...scrap...or...you shoot me to death..."

After squatting down, the wounded man on the ground dragged him to a small hurdle, he handed him the hair rope in his hand: "Go to die! Cough..."

After saying that, amid the rumbling and explosions and the whistling sound of machine gun bullets, the man turned around and continued to put on the hair rope, and threw his legs apart and rushed up the cliff like a rabbit.

The hair pull rope did not end at the wounded on the ground. If the person on the ground died, the mines could still be pulled on the cliff...

A gray figure ran away from time to time, pulled away the rifle and bullet bags from the dead comrades on the ground, and followed the person who put the hair rope and ran desperately towards the cliff.

As the body reaches its height, people are hit by machine gun bullets from time to time and fall down.

This time, no one cared about them anymore. Someone who was not seriously injured used his feet and climbed up the cliff desperately.

The screams in his mouth were completely drowned in the sound of gunfire and explosion...

...

As the machine gun ballistics were raised, the first wave of attacks on the Japanese infantry in the second echelon.

He didn't care that his ears were still bleeding from the previous mine explosion of the Tujiao Route Army. Amid the red-eyed infantry lieutenant waving his command knife and the squad leader's shouts, he jumped from his hiding place.

Although gunpowder blocks the sight, it is the best cover. While the gunpowder has not yet been exhausted, it just happened to take down the position of the Tu Eighth Route Army in one fell swoop.

Without hesitation, he got into the smoke of gunpowder under the cliff.

No one cared about the corpses of the Japanese who were blown to death on the ground.

The correspondent of the Japanese squadron with the team changed his role as a battlefield statistician.

In the hazy smoke, the Japanese who led the charge finally found that there were several corpses on the ground not wearing imperial military uniforms.

The muzzle of the rifle was aimed at the head of the corpse of the Tu Eighth Route under his feet and pulled the trigger directly.

Clearing the battlefield is a rule of law.

The rifle trembled, and there seemed to be no sound of gunfire. A small eye appeared on the forehead of the corpse in the smoke on the ground...

Procedure as follows.

The gun hole appeared again on the forehead of the next corpse.

...

The devils quickly find the next one.

The corpse in the shallow ditch stared at its big eyes and seemed to blink.

The hideous and deformed face seemed to squeeze out a strange smile.

The rope next to the corpse suddenly tightened

boom...

This time the Japanese heard the sound...

The sound completely overwhelmed the thunder of the shell explosion and the bullet...

The steps under my feet seem to be not on the earth, but it looks like the fishing boat in my hometown of Hokkaido...

There seemed to be a gust of sea breeze around me...

A few stones squeezed the military uniform into his body, and one of them happened to hit the helmet.

when...

This Japanese man heard the last sound of his life...

The so-called shells will not hit the same pit.

Of course, there will be no more two mines in the same place to explode one after another.

The warrior is a treacherous way.

A certain instructor of the Anti-Japanese University said that excellent commanders should be good at using the experience formed by people...

The simplest and most basic strategy: don’t suppress fraud!

This explosion is still close.

The cliff was once again hit so hard that nothing could be seen.

Only those who are shrouded can feel the endless pain, the violent impact, the stimulating slash, the swaying shock, and the flying like a fog.

There are always some people who are very lucky, who are struggling in pain in the smoke of gunpowder...

It seems that not long after, the squadron's health soldiers had begun to rescue the wounds, bandages...

He even gently poured water into his mouth...

The birds in their mouths thanked: "Thank you for your hard work..."
Chapter completed!