Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Because one shot was missed, it basically meant that this opportunity was completely lost.

Then there was a very weird scene.

The little devils on the warehouse side kept firing guns, and the bullets kept shooting from the muzzles of their guns.

On the side of the first battalion of soldiers, it was unusually quiet, not firing a single shot for tens of seconds or even minutes.

The speed of this kind of sniping is very slow, and the effect is not obvious, but the soldiers have no other way except to do so.

If the firepower of the little devils cannot be knocked out, then they can only be stopped here and cannot move forward.

In order to be able to hit with one shot, many soldiers took great risks and stood up from behind the bunker to aim and shoot.

While hitting the little devils, they will also be hit by bullets.

It can be said that this is life for life, but the soldiers did not have the slightest complaint or flinch.

For them, as long as they can win, as long as they can conquer this warehouse, everything is worth it, including paying their own lives.

The little devil's firepower gradually weakened, and the heavy machine guns stopped firing one after another. It wasn't that there were no bullets, but that the soldiers replaced his heavy machine gunner with all their might.

"Come on!"

The soldiers jumped up from behind the bunker, and rushed to the little devil's position like crazy.

Chapter 780 Six Bloody Wars Against Enemy Warehouses

The gunfire continued, but it could no longer stop the soldiers from charging.

It is still the usual tactic, the fighters rushing to the front, block the bullets with their bodies, and give the comrades behind the opportunity to rush into the position.

The little devil thought that they could stop the Eighth Route Army by setting up a fire defense line at the warehouse door.

But they don't know that the will of the Eighth Route Army is harder than steel, and no weapon can stop them from winning.

The soldiers rushed straight into the warehouse like a group of tigers descending the mountain.

Facing the little devils huddled in the warehouse, even if they still have plenty of firepower, even if they haven't suffered any losses.

But the soldiers were still fearless, and the brutal battle began.

In the first round of firefights, the little devil was caught off guard by a battalion of soldiers who rushed in suddenly, and the soldiers defending near the warehouse gate were almost wiped out.

But soon the little devil reacted, quickly made adjustments, began to retreat relying on the dim light in the warehouse, and concentrated firepower to fight back.

The space in the warehouse is limited, and there are not many bunkers to avoid bullets. The battle between the two sides is almost equivalent to shooting each other face to face.

In this case, whoever has more guns and has a faster rate of fire will have an advantage.

There is no doubt that the soldiers of the first battalion are at an absolute disadvantage.

After rushing into the warehouse for about 20 meters, the soldiers of the first battalion fell down row by row, their bodies were full of bullet holes, and the feet of the soldiers in the back row were soaked in blood from the bleeding.

From this moment on, every meter forward was extremely difficult. The speed at which the soldiers paved the way forward with flesh and blood was simply not comparable to the rate of fire of the little devil's machine gun.

"Goddamn you little devil, grandpa will send you to the west."

Several soldiers threw away the rifles in their hands and rushed up holding grenades.

After several loud noises, the little devil's shooting stopped.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the first battalion of soldiers pushed the front line forward.

But soon, the little devil's gunfire rang out again, and another soldier rushed up with a grenade.

In this way, while blasting and rushing, the defense line that the little devil built in the middle of the warehouse began to collapse.

They are all soldiers who have received no less than one year of pre-war training and have participated in actual combat many times, but they have never seen such a desperate opponent.

These little devils even wondered whether the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who rushed in were really human?They are still a group of machines that know no pain and no fear of death.

If only one person showed this fearless state, it could be understood as a warrior.

There are warriors in any army, and the little devil's army is no exception.

But when the entire army is full of such people, it will be a very terrifying thing.

An army that is not afraid of death can almost be understood as having no weaknesses.

Even if they can suppress them with firepower, even if they are ahead of them in number, they will never be able to defeat this spirit.

The little devils were scared, and the fear spread in each of them. They were no longer sure whether they could stop this group of desperate Eighth Route Army.

Their interception began to become scattered, and their legs retreated uncontrollably, just wanting to stay as far away from these Eighth Route Army as possible.

The distance between the two sides was getting smaller and smaller, and the bullets fired from the rifles of the soldiers in the first battalion could already hit the little devil accurately.

Finally, the first soldier rushed into the little devil's team, followed by the second, and the third...

The uninterrupted gunfire that lasted for a long time stopped silently.

What echoed in the warehouse was the clashing sound of gold and iron.

A brutal fight.

The big knives in the hands of the soldiers slashed out countless times, hitting the little devil's bayonet and cutting on the little devil's body.

The warehouse, which is usually clean and tidy, is now like Shura's purgatory.

The growth rate of the corpses on the ground is like dominoes, one after another, growing continuously.

There are little devils in yellow uniforms and the Eighth Route Army in gray uniforms. The colors of the uniforms represent their identities.

Some were lying down, some were lying on their stomachs, and some were lying on their sides. The only thing in common was that these corpses were all covered with bloodstains and wounds.

In addition to the corpses, there were many broken arms and limbs on the ground, which belonged to little devils.

There is no wronged soul under the big sword, and the big sword in the hands of the soldiers of the first battalion will not let a little devil go.

More and more people fell down, and fewer and fewer people stood up. The blood pooled on the entire warehouse floor had already reached the ankles.

Step on it, as if stepping into a quagmire, there is a "puff" sound.

Of the little devils in the two squadrons, there are only more than 60 people left.

There are less than 20 soldiers left in the first battalion.

The two teams that were stuck together suddenly separated and stood face to face with a clear camp.

Everyone is covered with blood stains, some of their own and some of their opponents.

Everyone is "wheezing and wheezing" and their physical exertion has reached the limit.

Most of the bayonets that the little devil put on his rifles had been rolled or even broken.

The broadswords in the hands of the soldiers of the first battalion were already full of gaps.

These things can no longer be called weapons.

Less than twenty soldiers from the first battalion still maintained the posture of holding knives in both hands, standing side by side in a horizontal line, with their backs facing the warehouse gate.

More than 60 little devils, holding rifles, faced the warehouse gate.

The design of the warehouse is very characteristic. There is only one door for entering and exiting, and there is no other way to go.

The little devil had a ferocious expression on his face, but he didn't dare to take a step forward.

They wanted to escape, and they didn't want to stay and face these death-like Eighth Route Army.

But the way to escape has been blocked, unless they can break through the human wall in front of them.

The rifles in the little devil's hands are all loaded with bullets. As long as the bolt is pulled and the trigger is pulled, it can attack the soldiers of the first battalion.

But no kid dared to do this.

Some are in extreme tension and don't know how to use the gun in their hands.

Some simply dare not.

Because they don't know what will happen to them when they shoot out.

Maybe the neck will be cut off by a machete, maybe the throat will be bitten off by teeth.

The purpose of these Eighth Route Army is very unified, as long as they get close to them, there will only be two results.

Kill them, or be killed by them.

I heard that there is an idiom in this country, which is called immortality.

Today, they really saw it.

"The iron flow is [-] miles away, and it is heading in a firm direction! After ten years of hard work, it has become an invincible force. Once the frontiers are captured, they will go to the battlefield with a generous and tragic song..."

Suddenly, a soldier with blood on his face sang.

This is a song that every Eighth Route Army soldier will sing.

"Guerrilla warfare, the enemy's rear, eradicate the puppet regime; guerrilla warfare, the enemy's rear, persist in counter-mopping up... This sacred and heavy responsibility is on our shoulders."

The other soldiers also sang along.

Their voices are not beautiful, but they are full of power.

Their enunciation is not clear, but they are firm enough to resist.

The little devils stared dumbfounded at these Eighth Route Army soldiers who were still in the mood to sing at the critical moment of life and death, feeling their muscles trembling violently.

They saw that the Eighth Route Army soldiers standing in front of them grinned.

Chapter 780 Did You Think Wrong

The faces of the soldiers were covered with blood, but when they grinned, their teeth were extremely white.

It was so white that it was dazzling, making the little devils tremble with fear.

They can't understand the meaning of the lyrics, but they can feel that this is a song full of spiritual power.

Because they could see that the mental state of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army became excited at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Every line of the lyrics is like a hammer, hitting their hearts heavily.

"Brothers, for victory, charge!"

Shouting the slogan of attack, the soldiers raised their knives again and launched a final charge towards the little devil.