Manual of Space-Time Interference

The moonlight shines on the earth, Shrimp boy, you obediently get off the bed...

I heard that Grandma was going to plant the rice, Grandpa watched Niuqu go up the hill...

Gently singing began to sound in the army, and then gradually became louder. With the praise of guns, it spread farther and farther above this night sky.

"Commander, it's almost there." Guo Yongpi, chief of staff of the 66th Army Colonel, said, looking at the city gate that was almost demolished in front of him.

Ye Zhao turned around and looked behind him. The soldiers he brought out by himself, the soldiers who were singing softly, now only had less than 5,000 soldiers left.

"Blow the trumpet, it's time to hit the road." Ye Zhao sighed, looking at the night sky, wondering how many of them survived in the end.

"Doo dah dah dah dah!"

The sharp charging horn began to sound, and the troops began to rush towards Guanghua Gate. Some were wiping their tears in secret, and some were scolding their mothers, but their tired faces were all hideous and determined.

"Little Japan, I'll **** your grandmother." Beside him, a soldier was scolding Little Japan angrily, while following the large army towards the Taiping Gate.

Hearing these words, Fang Yan looked at the troops running around him, silently pulled the bolt of his rifle, put his index finger on it, looked for the lieutenant colonel he met at the beginning, and slowly ran towards the city gate. .

"Boom!"

The sound of explosions continued to sound in front, but these were not Japanese artillery shells, but the mines that their own people had buried in front of the city gate, and they were reaping their lives at this time.

The sound of gunshots and mourning mixed together, and the bodies of the national army and the devil were mixed together on the ground.

"I'm here for you."

The dialect, who had slowed down, was bumped, and a soldier ran past him cursing.

He slapped his face hard, Fang Yan took a deep breath, and followed the troops to start running towards the predetermined breakout direction.

War will never pity the weak!

And this is my war!

……

"Come on, give me a **** rush, machine gun, machine gun..."

At this moment, the 66th Army has broken through to the fork in the northeast of Zijin Mountain as planned, and was blocked by the frontal enemy.

And Luo Cequn, the commander of the 159th Division, was also taking the lead in the charge, shouting: "Brothers, come with me, as big as you are, don't be a bad boy!"

He was shot several times and fell to the ground to die for his country.

"Da da da!"

The troops in front kept pounding the enemy's position, tearing out a hole, and the sound of rifle and machine guns mingled.

Because the vanguard troop's positions in Taipingmen and other places were broken, the troop where Dialect was at this moment became the vanguard troop at this time, and they were attacking the front position.

Holding the trigger of the rifle tightly, Dialect pointed the muzzle forward, fully alert, and rushed forward without looking back.

When breaking through, you can't stop, because when you stop, you will face death. Only in the non-stop running movement, the enemy's shooting will not be easy to hit.

The dialect that rushed forward suddenly rolled to the side, and a bullet landed at the position just now. He got up and fired a few shots, and a Japanese soldier fell from the upstairs next to him.

Indifferent, ruthless, not constrained by the question of whether to kill oneself or not, Dialect hurried forward, constantly staring at the surrounding buildings from the corner of his eye.

"Boom!"

A mortar shell exploded in front of Dialect, and several soldiers of the National Army were lifted up by the air wave. With this fire, Dialect shot at the Japanese soldiers who appeared in front.

He kept marching, and kept shooting at the places where sparks appeared in front of him, and the screams never disappeared from his ears.

"Crack!"

Dialect rushed to the back of the sandbag fortification, removed the drum cartridge from the rifle, and put a new one on it. In front of the sandbag, a light machine gun was constantly roaring towards this side.

"Boy, take him out for me." The lieutenant colonel rushed to his side and bowed down and shouted. At this time, if he didn't need to shout, he would not be able to hear what others were saying.

Dialect didn't answer, took a deep breath, waited for a shuttle of bullets to hit the sandbag behind him, and quickly got up and aimed.

"Snapped!"

The roar of the machine gun stopped, and the lieutenant colonel quickly got up and rushed towards the local position with the brothers behind him. The dialect was still aiming at the original position. As expected, the flames appeared again.

He quickly turned off the machine gun, and Fang Yan watched the large troop rush to the enemy's position and then followed.

"Clean up the position, clean up the position, and take the crooked handle." The lieutenant colonel shot down a Japanese soldier who got up and shouted to the people around him.

Dialect sat down with the gun in his arms, took a sip from the water bottle, took out two magazines from his backpack and hung them on his body.

"Run, run, run, if you don't want to die, run as hell!" The lieutenant colonel scolded the people on the ground.

After a short rest, the troops resumed their activities. Dialect ran to the side of the lieutenant colonel and asked loudly, "What's your name?"

"I'm calling the head of Laozi, his grandmother's. I'll tell you after you survive." The head of the head roared scoldingly, organized the troops and started running towards the front of the Xianhemen position.

The gunshots rang out again, and the dialect rushed forward. This was just a frontier position for the Japanese army. If they didn't take advantage of the present to expand the results, it would not be so simple after the Japanese army reacted.

"Kill!" The head of the regiment also knew about this situation and took the lead in rushing directly towards the Japanese army position behind.

"Da da da."

Their machine guns spewed tongues of flame and began to devour the lives of the Japanese soldiers.

"Rush over! Quickly, rush over directly!"

The troops tore through the forward positions like hungry wolves and began to charge towards the center of the position.

Dialect dashed into the middle, dropped an emerging Japanese army, and continued to run towards the front.

"Hey!"

He felt as if something had crossed his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He subconsciously touched it with his hand, and the moist feeling was transmitted to his brain.

I was shot? I'm dying?

Dialect stopped slowly, feeling that all the sounds around him had become silent, and put his hand in front of his eyes, stained with traces of blood.

"You're **** courting death, hurry up and rush over to Lao Tzu." The regimental commander roared and kicked him in the leg.

Dialect's body staggered, but his consciousness returned to the battlefield, he shivered, and continued to run forward with his gun in hand.

The Japanese army who was guarding the position had already reacted and started to fight back on the position. The strong firepower made the troops retreat, and they started a positional battle based on the existing fortifications.

The regimental commander found Dialect, hunched over and ran over, shouting at Dialect huddled under the sandbag, "Can you knock out the machine gun in front of you?"

He nodded, glanced outside slightly, and quickly backed away. Outside, there were two light machine guns and one heavy machine gun firing incessantly.

The people next to him kept falling down, and new soldiers came to fill them up.

Dialect licked his dry lips, exposed the gun head, and quickly straightened his upper body to make a half-squat. He fired 6 shots in a row. A row of bullets passed over his head.

"His grandmother, you are awesome!" The head of the regiment patted Dialect on the shoulder and shouted at the soldiers around him, "Fuck it up with Lao Tzu!"

After speaking, the regimental commander stood up and took the lead in charging towards the front position.

Dialect squinted his eyes and raised the rifle in his hand again...