There were burning flames everywhere, explosion smoke everywhere, flying shrapnel everywhere, and spilled blood everywhere.
At this moment, the battlefield seemed to have turned into hell, and everyone felt like they were being grabbed and dragged inside by Uncle Wu's wailing evil spirits.
Lin Shaofeng lay in the trench, lowering his head to avoid the dust that kept coming. He felt as if he was being buried alive. The soil on his body became thicker and heavier.
But the sound of the explosion still penetrated through the increasingly thick soil, and he still couldn't escape the trembling feeling in his heart. This feeling made people feel tight in the chest and had an urge to vomit blood.
Finally, the explosion outside came to an end. Lin Shaofeng shook the dirt on his back with all his strength, and then he arched his head out of the dirt.
As soon as the soil was exposed, Lin Shaofeng smelled the extremely pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. The concentration was almost suffocating, and then there was the rich smell of blood that seemed to be condensing. The two smells mixed together, making people feel
There is always a feeling of vomiting.
I raised my head and looked at the sky, and found that the Japanese bombers were moving away, and the sky was calm again.
However, the position was completely unrecognizable. The neatly stacked sandbag fortifications had now become shaky and even disappeared in many places. They were replaced by dirt, which had lost its protective function.
In the trenches, there were corpses of soldiers everywhere, most of them mutilated. Blood flowed from the places where parts had been lost, dampening the soil beneath them, and then began to flow and spread around, as if it was coming out of the ground.
Just like a small stream.
Under each corpse is a stream, and these many streams gather together to form a river, flowing towards low-lying areas.
Groans echoed in the camp, and some of those who were lucky enough to survive were lying on the ground helplessly, with painful twists on their faces.
"Quickly, carry the wounded down."
A group of stretchers rushed up from the rear and began to load the injured soldiers onto the stretchers, and then moved them to the rear. However, those who were dead had no choice for the time being. Now that time is so tight and manpower is limited, they can only stay here temporarily.
Already.
Lin Shaofeng was covered in dirt and looked like a soil monkey. He was holding a Browning in one hand and standing in the trench with his legs crossed, glaring at the Japanese troops rushing towards him, but the expression on his face was surprisingly calm.
The Japs were still leading the way with the dozen or so tanks, followed closely by groups of Japs, silently moving forward, moving very quickly, and by this time they had already covered an average distance.
"Fire!"
The light and heavy machine guns fired at the same time, and the bullets were like whips, whipping into the crowd of Japanese, immediately causing waves of blood, followed closely by the fallen corpses.
More than a dozen heavy machine guns were aimed at those tanks, almost one on each tank. Bullets rained down on them, the armor crackled and sparks continued to shoot out.
But those tanks seemed to have no feeling and were still moving forward slowly and steadily, approaching the position.
In the rear, Lin Shaofeng's artillery also unleashed its power. Not only the mortars, but also his mountain artillery battalion opened fire. The shells covered the sky and the sun, just like locusts, and they all accurately hit the tanks.
and among the crowd of devils.
At this moment, the Japanese soldiers were flying with flesh and blood. Every time a cannonball was fired, a piece of Japanese soldiers would be blown away.
Those dozen tanks received extra care. Almost every tank was hit by two or three artillery shells. In the smoke-filled sky, the air waves could be clearly felt from dozens of meters away.
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After the shelling stopped, four of the dozen or so Japanese tanks had their tracks broken by shells, turning them into useless waste that could only stand still.
However, the remaining tanks showed no intention of dodging and continued to press forward stubbornly.
Lin Shaofeng wiped his face and shouted to the back, "Where are the artillerymen? Hit me hard. It doesn't matter if you shoot out all the shells. You must knock off these turtle shells."
At this moment, the enemy's cannon from the opposite side also fired, and shells exploded instantly on Lin Shaofeng's artillery position, destroying almost half of the cannons.
It seemed that the Japanese had planned it for a long time. They had long been concerned about Lin Shaofeng's artillery position, but they were unable to get the exact location, so they used these dozen tanks as bait this time to lure Lin Shaofeng into exposing the artillery position.
Lin Shaofeng had no choice but to finally expose his artillery position, which gave the Japanese an opportunity to knock out half of his artillery in one fell swoop.
Without half of the artillery, Lin Shaofeng's firepower suddenly weakened. Not only did he have no time to continue bombarding those tanks, but he also had to deal with the opponent's artillery attack.
Next, the artillery of both sides entered the stage of bombardment. The artillery of both sides began to exchange fire across the positions. Artillery shells flew around one after another, and the fighting was in full swing.
Without the threat of artillery fire, those tanks became even more arrogant. They rushed forward in a swaggering manner and headed straight for the second position.
Lin Shaofeng was extremely anxious. He knew that once the opponent rushed to the position, it would pose a great threat to the soldiers. Not to mention the large-caliber tank gun, the two automatic machine guns were definitely very powerful.
threaten.
Unlike manually controlled machine guns, these machine guns are controlled by wire inside the tank, and no one has to come out, so the safety is higher.
"Captain, let us go." More than a dozen soldiers stood up, carrying gun bags under their arms, with determination on their faces. "If we don't blow up these things, we won't be able to keep the position."
Lin Shaofeng looked at the Japanese tanks that were getting closer and closer, and then at the death squads around him. After pondering for a while, he made up his mind and shouted, "Okay, go ahead and blow up these turtle shells."
"Captain, I'm leaving it to you." The leader of the suicide squad shouted, then jumped out of the trench, bent down and rushed towards a tank.
Behind him, the soldiers rushed out, carrying their bags under their arms and rushed towards the tanks on the opposite side.
The Japanese also discovered these people's intentions, so they fired at the death squads one after another. Four or five soldiers were hit by bullets and fell halfway, without having time to deliver the bomb bag to the tank.
But the remaining suicide squads successfully rushed to several tanks and pulled the fuses on the road. By this time, the bombs were almost ready to explode.
Throwing the gun bag onto the oncoming tank, the suicide squad members rolled to both sides to get out of the way of the tank.
The loud roaring noise was endless, and the tanks were shrouded in flames. From one of the flames, half of the turret flew out, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and fell into the crowd of Japanese behind them, knocking down several
Devil.
When the smoke cleared, four or five tanks fell in front of the position, and columns of smoke rose into the sky.
Another group of death squads jumped out of the trenches with gun bags under their arms!