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Zhang Shengqing and a dozen brothers crawled back from the first line. Jiang Dong nodded to him.

The 150 remnant soldiers of the entire battalion were waiting quietly in the second trench, holding broadswords or rifles with bayonets, like crocodiles waiting for prey in African rivers.

No one wants to read the newspaper today, because the lovely company commander who read the newspaper for them every day died.

They want to avenge the company commander, they want to kill the little Japanese, and they want to see red with their bayonets.

There is no sadness, no pain. There is only one word repeated in everyone's heart:

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Some of the little dwarfs who rushed to the battlefield had already begun to cheer excitedly. The long suppression made these little dwarfs lose their due vigilance.

Liu Dagui firmly remembered the distance specified by the battalion commander. When the little Japanese was approaching the second trench, he and a dozen brothers pushed the 20mm machine gun down in front of the little Japanese.

The distance from the little devil at the front is only 50 meters. This distance is really too close for a cannon that can masturbate.

They were so close that Liu Dagui and his team could clearly see the little Japs' mouths wide open in fear, and their trembling hands that could not lift their guns.

Being hit almost face-to-face by a cannon, the little Japanese's psychological defense collapsed. The Japanese behind were still cheering, but those in front could not move forward.

Taking advantage of the little devil's confusion, Liu Dagui and his brothers steadily set up the machine gun on the position.

"Hit!" he yelled, scaring the nearest little devils across from him so that they dropped their guns to the ground.

"Boom boom boom..."

The firepower output of the machine gun is continuous.

The first 20mm shell tore into pieces the body of the nearest Japs, pierced the chest of the second Japs behind him, and exploded in front of the third Japs.

Red, red all over the sky.

At such a close distance, the artillery shells directly disintegrated the little devils, blowing them into piles of pulp.

The ten little devils in the first row were reduced to pieces of meat in five seconds. Their heads, limbs, and internal organs were thrown on the ground casually like garbage. The eyes on their heads were still rotating mechanically.

, the arm separated from the body is still beating on the ground.

The shells passed through the bodies of the second row of Japanese soldiers with inertia. The one that hit the chest directly took away a heart. Through the large hole in his body, you can see the frightened eyes of the little Japanese behind. The one that hit the neck became a corpse.

The headless corpses stood blankly on the spot. Those whose limbs were hit turned into disabled Japanese, lying on the ground crying, screaming or howling miserably, and some were frightened to death.

The little devils in the third row suffered the worst, as shells exploded in front of them. These little devils only saw the brightest and brightest light in the world, and then their blood and flesh became fertilizer, nourishing the earth of China.

Seeing the scene of blood and minced meat flying all over the sky, the little Jaap in the middle went crazy. He would stare blankly at the muzzle of the machine gun with his mouth wide open, or he would cry and stagger on his head.

The operator of the machine gun is a young soldier. At this moment, his mouth is wide open and his red eyes are staring, and his mind is blank.

He had never seen a machine gun hit a person at such a close distance. The exploded body and broken limbs flying in all directions gave his senses an unprecedented impact.

At this time, he just turned the turntable out of habit, and pointed the muzzle of the gun wherever there were many little Japs. This was all the inertia formed by long-term training. Even if his brain could not think, his body was still moving.

"Boom boom boom..."

The muzzle of the machine gun was constantly spitting out flames. Every time it flashed, four or five little Japs went to see their Amaterasu.

Blood flowed like a stream on the battlefield, flowing to more places of the Japanese army, and to the first trench.

Gun smoke mixed with blood formed a special smell, which smelled more fascinating than cigarettes. More little devils became corpses in this smell.

It happened so suddenly, and the distance was too close. The little Japs behind had not yet figured out the situation in front, and rushed towards the position one by one, howling like ghosts.

"Boom boom boom..."

Zhu Ergou's mortar opened fire, and rounds of shells exploded in the rear of the little Japanese, making the entire team even more chaotic and crowded.

The machine guns in front continued to take away the lives of the little Japanese, while the shells in the back drove them together.

Hundreds of people were squeezed into the narrow area at once, and the ground was sticky and muddy with blood. Many unsteady little devils fell to the ground and never got up again. They were trampled to death by their companions around them.

The sound of cannons, the sound of cannons everywhere.

Screaming, people kept screaming.

The little devils fell into an unprecedented panic in their lives, became lambs to be slaughtered, and lost the ability to resist.

The machine gun fired for the first time, and the 40-round drum magazine killed more than 70 little Japs.

The entire team was shocked by the tragic scene in front of them. The loading hand had lost its position, and its hands were shaking like chaff. It took nearly 10 seconds to replace the drum with a new one.

In these 10 seconds, some old devils had already reacted, like crazy, pushing away their companions and running behind them.

The actions of these dozen old Japanese soldiers caused even greater panic. The Japanese troops were scurrying around like headless flies, without any plan.

The machine gun fired again, and the bloody scene was repeated.

At such a close distance, no matter where the little devil ran, he could not escape the range of the machine gun.

The second round of shelling continued, killing a similar number of Japs. As the Japs fled, blood and pieces of flesh covered the entire position.

Zhu Ergou's mortar fired empty shells, and Liu Dagui's second round of shelling also ended.

The battlefield fell into a brief silence. The remaining little Japs looked at the scattered flesh and blood around them at a loss. In these short two minutes, their courage was shattered and their souls were scared away.

"kill!!!"

A huge cry suddenly erupted from the sky and the earth, like the howling of a ghost from hell, attracting the attention of the little devils who had survived.

They turned their numb bodies to look in the direction of the sound,

I saw Chinese soldiers jumping out of the ground one after another with bayonets in hand. They were screaming and running towards me.

First, a man brandishing a big sword rushed over like the King of Hell in the underworld.

[Author's digression]: This is a four thousand word chapter, readers please enjoy it!
Chapter completed!