The enemy's combat skills were indeed much better than theirs. They realized the enemy attack in a very short time. Although they didn't know where this group of enemies came from, they were always prepared.
More bullets fell around them. The enemy occupied an advantageous position from a high position. There was a machine gun group in front of them, forcing them to consider whether it was worth it to even show their heads.
Snake Butt came back with a dark and gray face, looked at their leader, and said nothing, "Dead, dead!" He just stuffed another bomb over to him, and the meaning was very clear: don't stop until it explodes.
Milong kept saying "I will kill you" and pointed the Maxim at the machine gun group in front of them, while asking Doubing to reload his ammunition.
Bu La said, "Don't panic, just follow me." Then the guys who followed him were all killed. He managed to save his life with the help of grenades and the confusing fog. He lay beside Shuo Yu, gasping for breath, his hair almost exploded.
They took advantage of the heavy fog. If it weren't for the fog, most of them would have been killed or injured by now.
Shuo Yu watched Zhang Lixian's bazooka loading and firing, luckily killing an enemy machine gun position. A larger explosion spot appeared and disappeared in the fog. He took a look and then retracted his head. In such a thick fog, the enemy could not see them clearly, and they could not see the Japanese either. All they had to fight for was luck.
They did not rejoice for long, because there were three such machine gun positions on the opposite side in the middle of the left and right sides, and Zhang Lixian's bazooka had only knocked out one.
Shuo Yu was also shooting, but he didn't know if he could hit the target.
Snake Butt yelled, "It's going to explode again!" He covered his ears to warn everyone, and then continued yelling "explosion" after the aftermath of the explosion had passed for more than ten seconds.
When He Shuguang was about to rush forward with his flamethrower, he was held down by Death Star. Among the several guys who came out, he was the only one left in the chaos. Rushing forward like this would be seeking death. Their leader still needed a flamethrower and he couldn't sacrifice him now.
So He Shuguang didn't rush forward, but just watched his brother Zhang kill another machine gun crew on the opposite side. Shuo Yu, who was watching this scene from behind, sighed in his heart that the new weapons were indeed powerful. However, Zhang Lixian didn't even have the chance to remind the people around him. The elite soldier of Yu Shimou, who was helping him reload the bullets in the last second, was completely burned by the upper body of the bazooka's scorching tail in the next second. Except for a sharp sound like the last cry of a bird, there was no more.
When Shuo Yu passed by, the man was no longer breathing. He only had time to hold the other's hand, which was still warm, and tell him that he would be reborn into a good family in his next life.
The Sichuanese above his head was crying. War is so crazy, so unreasonable, and so unscrupulous.
Suddenly at this moment, the muzzle of a gun appeared right on top of Silasila's head, and a voice that was extremely familiar to him rang out. The sound of firing without interruption was like the whisper of a devil, luring people to the end of their lives.
In the middle of the rock halfway up the mountain, there was a gun muzzle that was as small as it could be facing them. It was a bunker with only one gun muzzle, but its coverage area covered their entire area.
Fanla was the one who saw it and was the first one to pin down their fatal commander. The guys around Silasila who were a step slower to react were all killed by the firepower of the Type 92 heavy machine gun and were no longer able to move.
Shuo Yu pulled Kang Ya, who had come to him at some point, and pressed his chest against the ground to prevent himself from being exposed to the machine gun's range. In such a battle, even breathing was a kind of happiness.
This bunker might have been built recently, and it was specially set up to deal with people like them who hid behind the rocks halfway up the mountain. Shuo Yu couldn't see the machine gunner on the opposite side, and nothing could be seen in the thick fog. The other side didn't need to think about anything, just shoot.
Someone was shouting "help, help!" He wiped the sweat from his head and remembered that he was the only medical staff in the team. He carried the box of things he inherited from the veterinarian and crawled carefully on the ground on his belly, looking for a body that was still breathing and could be saved.
The modified shotgun in Si La Si La's hand was louder and more deafening than the Colt. Every time he fired, he was worried that the bullet would come out from the back of the barrel and blow his head off.
Milong's Maxim made the Japanese soldiers in the opposite trench stay there and dare not come over. He shouted "Save bullets" and continued to stuff the explosive pack into Snake's buttocks. "Sure, sure, it's dead!" The Fanla on the opposite side asked him in a very suspicious tone,
"Did you remember the wrong place?"
"I don't."
It was as if he was just refuting subconsciously. Sakuyu didn't think about the possibility that he had remembered the wrong place. It was just that the enemy's fortifications were really solid and needed time. Takeuchi was really a civil engineer, but what they lacked most now was time. As time passed, when all the devils on the second line of defense were attracted by the excitement here, they would really be close to glory.
There were less than two hundred of them, while the other side might have two thousand or more. Dealing with this small group of them was as easy as picking teeth.
The people on the other side were dying, and their people were also dying. In such a chaotic war, there were always some guys who were not lucky enough. This was normal.
Under the combined effects of the smoke from the explosion and the thick fog on the Yunnan border, the only thing they could do now was to dig trenches on the spot to try their best to avoid death.
Shuo Yu, like the veterinarian he once was, dragged his medical kit on his back, moving back and forth in their small, narrow position, stopping bleeding, bandaging, feeding medicine, and rescuing people. Sometimes he even had to drag someone who was still worth saving, crawling carefully under the bullet net created by the Type 92 heavy machine gun on the opposite side, trying to find a safe place to sew up the wound on the guy on his back.
But when he finally found the back of a small rock and put the guy down from his back, he found that he was almost out of breath. His body was still warm and he was spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
He covered his face with his hat and clutched the hands that could no longer be raised. He still remembered that his name was Li Dagui and he was from Henan. He was one of the few guys who had followed them from the shelter and came here, so there would sometimes be an extra piece of meat in his bowl.
The last words he heard from the black thing in his hand were,
"Banxian'er, I really want to go home."
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