Fanla had fought in a big battle, and he even heard the sound of caterpillar tracks rolling over the ground. That was what he feared most, that iron monster, his nightmare.
Milong was yelling "What the hell" while fiddling with his machine gun.
Ayi was still not in the state, wondering "What can't be defended?"
The captain didn't say anything, just watched. Perhaps he knew what Fanla was talking about. His original plan was to take Shuoyu and the others across the river to help the defenders on the east bank. But now that they were here, the east bank was in chaos. The only thing those guys could rely on now was the natural barrier of the Nu River and the unlucky guys who had stayed on the west bank.
Shuo Yu didn't look at the enemy rushing towards him, but his ears were filled with the sound of bicycles. No one expected the speed of the Japanese army to be so fast. It was like a yellow poisonous snake, and every time its scales opened, it would draw blood.
Even Shuo Yu didn't expect the Japanese to come so quickly, but the fact was that their enemy was right in front of them, but they didn't even have a decent position. The only weapon they had was themselves and the gun with few bullets in their hands.
They had no choice, Shuo Yu had to look up at the sky, praying that God would not blink away the guys around him, then he gripped the Type 38 rifle tightly in his hand, leaned forward, and prepared to charge.
"Don't shoot, we're low on bullets, save them for me!"
As soon as he finished saying this, he shouted "Anti-cannon--!!!"
Artillery bombardment, infantry charge, artillery bombardment, infantry charge, this unchanging fighting method for thousands of years has allowed this group of dwarfs to run rampant all the way, from China to Myanmar, even India, Southeast Asia, no matter what the terrain or conditions, it is this fighting method that makes everyone throw away their weapons and armor.
They say that God has His eyes and will see justice, but in reality, God doesn't care about that at all.
Shuo Yu knew why so many people were willing to follow their leader, because he could give them something very important, something they had been waiting for for a long time, that is, victory.
This is what Yu Xiaoqing didn't give them, but Long Wenjian did it, even if it meant the death of many people. Shuo Yu thought to himself that he really wanted to see their leader's eyes. What was he thinking when he saw this scene?
The shells hit right above their heads. The place where Shuoyu and the regiment commander were was the safest place in the entire position. It was a hole for bombardment that Shuoyu had just dug with his bare hands. He had wanted Changfeng to help him, but Changfeng refused to do it, so he had to dig the hole himself.
Cannon fodder flew right over their heads, the rumble like thunder from the sky, 50mm grenade launchers, 70mm rifle guns, 90mm mortars, 75mm mountain guns and field guns...
Shuo Yu listened to the captain mumbling these things, his eyes, which were unusually bright in this situation, flashed like a wild leopard waiting for the best opportunity. The two of them huddled in a small anti-artillery cave, very close to each other.
To be honest, the smell on Si La Si La was very unpleasant. Shuo Yu could even see small insects jumping around on their leader's head, jumping unconsciously.
The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, as if this was the only sound he could hear in his ears. It was like free fireworks, mercilessly bombarding their positions. It was sharp and terrifying, like the scythe of death, harvesting lives and leaving only black blood.
Amidst the sound of gunfire, Doubing came to Milong with a silly smile on his face, saying that he didn't need to recuperate. Milong then realized that the boy was still a wounded soldier, but he couldn't care less now.
The Japanese were rushing up under the cover of their artillery fire, trying to take back this position. The weapon in Milong's hand was one of the few that could suppress them.
Shuo Yu poked his head out and looked around, but he could not see anything. There were artillery fire, smoke and thunder everywhere. He didn't know why it was him, just like he didn't know why he got the chance to become an immortal that others dreamed of. He also couldn't figure out what on earth he came here for.
Perhaps because he was confused, his inner thoughts came out of his mouth. His neck was suddenly so close to another face, a messy, dark face, and a pair of unusually bright eyes. It was their leader. The smile of a madman must be like this in front of him, he thought to himself,
The souls of the dead were floating before his eyes, and he could only see the eyes of their leader. He suddenly wanted to stand up and shout something, but their leader kicked him in the butt, and his head was buried in the pile of rocks.
"What are you standing there for? You can stare the Japs to death with your eyeballs. Take your gun!"
Shuo Yu looked at him, his mind still confused, but his body was very obedient. He even remembered that they needed to save bullets and try to take out an enemy with every bullet.
When Shuo Yu leaned his face against the gun and felt the scorching temperature of the barrel, he belatedly realized that this was what he could do, the only thing he could do.
Their enemies were making an artillery display. From dusk till night, the sound of artillery fire in Shuoyu's ears never stopped. The Japanese infantry launched a charge towards their positions in the intervals between the artillery fire. Shuoyu couldn't count how many times it had happened. He only knew that they were still in their positions.
The night came quietly. When he finally remembered why it was so dark around him, he looked up and found that it was already dark. The main force of the enemy had already gathered in front of them. They had aid and supplies, but they had nothing. Shuo Yu was panicking. Although he didn't know how to fight, he was not a fool.
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