Crush.
It means changing the shape of an object through external force, causing a flat deformation state of an object.
Describes having an advantage over an opponent in some aspects.
The captain believed from the bottom of his heart that with the powerful firepower of the imperial army, the Eighth Route Army should be completely crushed.
Only this time, Tubalu actually used two large mines to cause a huge loss to the elites of the imperial army.
Well... maybe it should be called heavy casualties.
On the battlefield, firepower is the force that determines the final trend.
This time, he decided not to give his opponent the slightest chance.
No one is left on the Tuba Road on the mountain ridge!
As for the warriors of the advancing team who broke into Tubal Road, the warriors of the Imperial Army suffered heavy casualties and have not been able to make any satisfactory move until now. There is no longer any hope.
Perhaps they had honorably served the Emperor.
As the mortar shells slid into the barrel one after another, the gunpowder smoke on the mountain ridge continued to roll again under the impact of one after another explosions.
The smoke on the cliff became thicker and the artillery fire continued to spread.
Amidst the deafening explosions, the machine gun positions once again rained bullets on the mountain ridge.
An overwhelming khaki figure seemed to suddenly appear on the mountain ridge.
The gray and desolate mountain ridge also seemed to have become strangely alive.
The attacking Japanese infantry felt the smoke columns caused by the explosion of artillery shells everywhere in the Eighth Route Army position not far away. The machine gun bullets above their heads screamed and shredded everything that blocked their progress, so that the hot-blooded Japanese soldiers no longer ducked to avoid it. Possible counterattack on the ridge.
The impact point of the artillery shells continued to extend upwards to the mountain ridge. In terms of attack intensity, it was even comparable to that of a certain battle.
All this is so similar to the attack half an hour ago!
Wan Daoxi took the artillery and retreated the position for more than a hundred meters. He crouched down and greeted some panicked soldiers to set up a mortar in a shallow ditch.
Nothing could be seen above the shallow ditch filled with bullets and smoke.
The face blackened by gunpowder smoke, wearing a military cap crookedly, looked excited.
He raised his hand and made two gestures in the choking smoke, then turned the wheel of the helicopter and whispered in his mouth: "The distance must be increased by one hundred meters..."
The barrel was slowly lowered.
He continued to murmur: "Damn it, whether I can hit him accurately this time depends on God's blessing..."
Feeling the screams in the air again, I adjusted the azimuth based on my feeling: "High-explosive bomb, No. 1 charge..."
The soldiers next to me didn't know what high-explosive bombs or armor-piercing bombs were, and mortars weren't that particular.
Anyway, it's just a mortar shell, if it explodes when fired...
In the smoke and dust, the vague back of Tian Sanqi, who was lying on his waist, was crawling on the battlefield.
There was no way, the mountain ridge was full of rocks and there was no way to dig trenches down.
Taking advantage of the shelter of the rocks built on the edge of the cliff, he shouted to the bottom of the cliff: "Come up as soon as you have laid the mines, the Japanese will come up soon..."
A squad of soldiers slipped into the smoke at the foot of the cliff after the enemy's artillery fire extended, and were piling the stones they were carrying on the roadside.
The enemy's suppression machine gun ballistics roared overhead. As the Japanese infantry continued to approach, the machine gun ballistics seemed to be rising upwards.
Several veterans of the Semi-immortal platoon who were lying on the ground and coughing suddenly stood up, combing their hair and running back: "You bitch, hurry up, the devil is less than thirty meters away from us... "
A certain soldier from Tian Sanqi Platoon was somewhat impressed: "I can't see anything... Could it be that if you have clairvoyance, you can... see through the smoke?"
"You will know just by listening to the machine gun ballistics..." After the man finished speaking, he was about to pick up his comrade who was hit by the enemy's machine gun bullet when he slipped down and carry him back.
Unexpectedly, the man started to struggle: "I... was shot in the abdomen... I think... my intestines... are broken... don't carry it..."
"Come over quickly and carry Lao Shuan back..."
The voice on the ground twitched in pain, and his voice was intermittent: "Don't... the roots... can't be cured... pull the match... give me... me... my own... revenge..."
He stood up and continued to move forward, screaming in pain, becoming more faint as he fell all over the sky.
"You bitch! Are you careless? Don't you have a devil doctor?"
"Ahem..." The man on the ground coughed twice because of the gunpowder smoke, and his whole body was in even more pain: "Get out... I... I won't let you die... I won't let... the Japanese doctor..."
"You loser! You can't do anything now!"
"Yes...I am...waste...or...you shoot me...to death..."
The squatting man dragged the wounded man on the ground to a small ridge and handed him the hair rope in his hand: "Go to hell! Cough..."
After saying this, amidst the rumble of explosions and the screams of machine gun shells, he turned around and continued to pull the hair rope, swinging his legs and jumping up the cliff like a rabbit.
The hair rope does not end at the wounded person on the ground. If the person on the ground dies, the mine can still be triggered on the cliff...
From time to time, gray figures ran by, snatching away the rifles and bullet pouches from the hands of their dead comrades on the ground, and running desperately up the cliff behind the man holding the hair rope.
As the body ascended, people were hit by machine gun bullets and fell down from time to time.
This time, no one cared about them anymore. Someone who was not seriously injured used his feet to climb up the cliff with all his strength.
The shouting was completely drowned in the sound of gunfire and explosions...
...
As the trajectory of the machine gun increases, the Japanese infantry in the second echelon are attacked in the first wave.
Regardless of the fact that his ears were still bleeding from the previous mine explosion on Tubal Road, he jumped out of his hiding place amidst the shouts of the red-eyed infantry lieutenant waving his command knife and the shouts of the squad leader.
Although the smoke blocked the line of sight, it was the best cover. While the smoke was still lingering, the Tubal Road position was captured in one fell swoop.
Without hesitation, he got into the smoke under the cliff.
No one paid attention to the corpses of the Japanese who were killed on the ground.
The Japanese squadron correspondent who accompanied the team changed his role and acted as a battlefield statistician.
In the hazy smoke, the leading Japanese finally discovered that there were several corpses on the ground that were not wearing imperial army uniforms.
He pointed the muzzle of the rifle at the head of the Tubalu corpse at his feet and pulled the trigger.
Clearing the battlefield is a stipulation in the military code.
The rifle trembled, and it seemed that the gunshot was not heard at all. A small eye appeared on the forehead of the corpse in the smoke...
Follow the same rules.
The next corpse had a bullet hole in its forehead again.
...
The devil quickly found the next one.
The big eyes of the corpse in the shallow ditch seemed to blink.
The ferocious deformed face seemed to squeeze out a strange smile.
The rope next to the body suddenly tightened
boom...
This time the devil heard the sound...
The sound completely overwhelmed the explosion of artillery shells and the scream of bullets...
The ground beneath my feet does not seem to be the earth, but rather like the fishing boats in my hometown of Hokkaido...
There seems to be a sea breeze around me...
Several rocks directly squeezed into the body of the military uniform, and one of them accidentally hit the helmet.
when...
This devil heard the last human sound in his life...
The so-called cannonballs will not hit the same pit.
Naturally, two mines will not explode in the same place one after another.
Soldiers are crafty.
An instructor from the Anti-Japanese University once said that an excellent commander must be good at utilizing the experience formed by people...
The simplest and most basic strategy: there is no force to suppress deceit!
This time the explosion is still close at hand.
The cliff was once again hit so hard that nothing could be seen.
Only the person who is enveloped can feel the endless pain, the violent impact, the irritating scratches, the staggering shock, and the flying like clouds and mist.
There are always those who are dying, struggling in pain and groaning in the smoke...
It seemed that not long after, in the thick smoke, the squadron's medical soldiers had already begun to rescue and put bandages on the wounds...
He even poured water into his mouth gently...
He said thank you in a difficult bird's voice: "Thank you for your hard work..."
My ears were ringing, but I didn't hear any reply...
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