Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

"Brothers, kill!"

"Brothers, kill these bastards!"

"Kill it!"

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

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Shocking shouts of killing also sounded from the position of the expeditionary army. The soldiers gritted their teeth and splashed the bullets from the weapons in their hands.

In the ring-shaped sand fortress, an old soldier was holding an M2 Browning heavy machine gun, swinging the muzzle left and right, and the hot bullets were splashed out in a fan shape, and the Japanese soldiers in front fell down piece by piece like cut wheat.

"boom!"

A shell landed three or four meters in front of the sand barrier, and the strong air wave overturned the heavy machine gun, and the veteran was also thrown into the trench. However, within a few seconds, the veteran stood up quickly again, and with a sudden movement of one hand, The trigger gun, but he didn't get it up. The veteran looked sideways, only to find that his right arm had disappeared, and the blood flow from the broken arm was profuse, and a piece of bone was dense, but the veteran gritted his teeth, looked around, and saw from the ground. Dragging up a soldier, he roared, "Come on, let me fuck him hard!"

"Master, I can't, I can't!" The soldier waved his hands repeatedly, his young and immature face was bloodless, his eyes were full of endless fear, and even his whole body was shaking.

"Fuck them to death, if you don't kill them, we will all die. Hold up the gun, hurry up!" The veteran was extremely angry, and dragged the soldier to the machine gun with his only left hand.

At this moment, several Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared tens of meters in front of the collapsed sand fortress, and one of them picked up an MP40 submachine gun and fired at the two of them.

"Be careful!" The veteran howled, and pushed the recruit away with his shoulder, but he trembled immediately. The veteran looked down with disbelief, and saw that there were four or five holes in his chest, and blood kept flowing out. Chong, the veteran staggered two steps, but still did not fall, turned his eyes to the recruit on the ground, raised his left finger and pointed to the front, suddenly there was a "poof", a mouthful of blood spattered, and his body fell down.

"Master!" The recruit uttered a heart-piercing cry, then jumped up suddenly, raised the heavy machine gun at an astonishing speed, pulled the trigger with a wolf howl, swung from side to side, and splattered 12.7mm bullets in a fan shape. The little devil was instantly torn to pieces by the hot bullets.

"Ammuntary hand, here is an ammunition hand." The recruit howled, his eyes were fierce, and the expression on his face was extremely determined.

Not far to the left of the recruits, there is an equally young and immature face. The left hand is drooping, and the blood slides down the fingertips drop by drop. Go up, put the butt of the AK47 on your shoulder, pull the trigger with one hand, use the swing of your body to move the muzzle, and shoot the bullets out.

Further forward, a tall second lieutenant with a ferocious face, holding an AK47, sometimes firing bursts, sometimes sweeping, and immediately shifting positions after firing a shuttle of bullets, his tactical movements are skillful, fast and fierce, and he controls nearly ten meters long There are more and more casualties in the trenches, and many places in the trenches have been missing, but with his individual ability, he suppressed the Japanese army in front of him to a distance of 100 meters, and the front of the position has fallen. A corpse of a Japanese soldier.

Behind him, there was only a second-class soldier, and it was a second-class soldier with only one leg. His right leg was broken from below the knee joint. The wound had obviously been treated, and gauze was tied to the cut.

The second-class soldier dragged his mutilated body, crawled back and forth on the ground, collected the magazines from the fallen comrades, and placed them one by one in trenches more than one meter high. His body, which could no longer stand upright, made him complete this task very hard, but every time he They can lean their backs against the trenches, kick the ground with their only left leg, slowly support their bodies, and place the magazines on the trenches with their backhands, and they are all in extremely convenient positions, which can ensure that when the second lieutenant turns around in the next tactical move , easily available.

Often after completing a mission, the face of the second-class soldier will be even uglier, and in the trench, there will be another dragging bloodstain.

Just as the private put the magazines on the trench again and was resting against the trench, a grenade exploded above his head. Fortunately, he was in the dead angle of the shell, and the grenade did not bring him any damage. The threat, due to inertia, made him immediately crawl to the ground, but this action made the second lieutenant on the side very nervous, and he jumped to his side, helped the second-class soldier up, and shouted: "Dog, are you okay? "

The second-class soldier shook his head, shaking the dust from his hair, and let out a heartbreaking smile on his pale face: "Platoon leader, I'm fine!"

"It's fine, you and I are the only ones left in our platoon. The task of blocking the enemy has not been completed yet, and you and I have to live well together."

"Yes, platoon leader." The second-class soldier straightened his chest, and beads of sweat rolled down his face.

At this moment, the pupils of the second-class soldier shrank rapidly, and suddenly let out a scream: "Platoon leader, be careful!"

The body exploded almost at the same time, and suddenly threw the second lieutenant under his body.

There was a loud "boom", and a bomb exploded less than two meters away from them.

The dust fell down rustlingly, and landed on the back of the second-class soldier, which had been smashed by the shells, and soon merged with the blood.

"Dog!"

The second lieutenant platoon leader let out a scream, quickly pushed the second-class soldier away, hugged his body, and shouted: "God, you can't die. I ordered you not to die. You haven't seen your son yet. You can't fucking die!"

The second-class soldier slowly opened his closed eyes. He looked at the second lieutenant platoon leader blankly, slowly raised his right hand, and fumbled for a black-and-white photo from his coat pocket.

In the photo, there is a young woman with a handsome face, holding a boy with a thick head and a thick head in her arms, who is probably only one year old, grinning innocently with a small mouth that has not yet grown teeth.

The second-class soldier stretched out the photo to the second lieutenant platoon leader, looked at the photo affectionately, with infinite nostalgia, and said in a weak tone: "Platoon leader, I????? I can't, I can't?????? You together?????? Kill devils, please tell my wife, let her take care of our child, when he grows up, continue????? Kill ghosts???? ?son??????"

The second-class soldier closed his eyes, and his outstretched arm fell softly to the ground, but his hand was still tightly holding the photo. The child's smile in the photo was still innocent.

"Little devil, I will wipe your grandma!" The second lieutenant platoon leader screamed, stuffed the photo in the second class soldier's hand into his jacket pocket, picked up the AK47 on the ground, stood upright, and gnashed his teeth to sweep out the bullets in the gun , The little devils who were less than 50 meters from the front suddenly fell down row by row.