"Swish—swish—swish—swish”

The sound of screaming tore the air, and rows of artillery shells broke through the air, causing mud and water to splash on the 7th Armored Division's position. The noble British soldiers could only lie in the mud and water, enduring the endless shells. Most of the hills on both sides were 152 self-propelled artillery shells. Like the Chinese army, the Belan National Welfare Army did not take these guys who were about to be eliminated seriously. They did it like a huge lethal shell and made a rolling fire wall on the 7th Armored Division's position that had been squeezed to a small extent. They could only crush them to pieces when they were rubbed against the fire wall. The 7th Armored Division could not fight back. They now had no guns, and the main guns of the tank could not reach the others at all. Besides, the shooting world was not enough.

Major General Andrew was lying in a muddy trench. His command had been blown up to the sky. The current major general was not much different from a second lieutenant. He had been surrounded for so long and fought every day. The originally elegant major general now became almost the same as a savage. The elder bearded and had no razor shaved at all. His eyes were covered with blood, his face was pale, his eyelids were swollen, his clothes were covered with blood and mud, and he was stinking and broke as soon as he tore it. Even if the division commander was like this, there was no need to say anything else. The conditions in the valley were extremely harsh, and it was hard to bear the heat during the day. At night

The temperature dropped to below zero degrees, and they didn't even have the fuel to make fire, so they could only hold it together and rely on each other's body temperature to keep warm. In this environment, even the iron man would collapse, let alone they were just ordinary people? The field hospital was already overcrowded, but the number of wounded and sick was increasing. All this was hopeless. The major general also suffered from trench feet, his right foot was swollen like a football, purulent and ulcerated, and his heart was painful, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, and did not go to the hospital. He could not collapse. Once he fell, the entire division would collapse, although there were not many people in the 7th Armored Division now.

The shells fell like rain, and large fireballs bloomed in the valley without shyness. Every second, people were flying flesh and blood. It was a terrible sight. Today's shelling came extremely fierce and long, destroying everyone's nerves. No one suspected that they would turn into a pile of minced meat in the next second, or be cut off by shrapnel. It was lucky to be directly blown to death. The worst thing was those who were blown off. Now they can't even get a pain-relieving needle. Even if they were sent to the field hospital, they would only have to die of pain.

.A communication soldier was probably stunned by the shells. He screamed and covered his ears and jumped up and ran around in the trenches. He had no time to press him down. A shell flew over and exploded. His steel helmet flew more than twenty meters high. He rolled a few times before landing at Major General Andrew's feet, and turned around. The major general looked at the helmet indifferently. It was probably the only item left by the communication soldier on this planet that proved his existence? This scene was happening every day, and he became numb.

Just as the British army was about to collapse, the artillery fire that lasted for more than 30 minutes had moved. Several signal flares rose into the sky, and the killing sounds shook the sky. The Belans were about to start attacking again. The major general shouted: "Enter the position!"

The British soldiers covered in bloody mud crawled out of the anti-aircraft hole under the urging of the officers, entered the front line of positions, set up machine guns and recoilless cannons, and prepared to welcome the fierce attack of the Belans. However, they did not wait for the Belans to charge like a moth to the flames. The artillery fire broke and returned. They rumbling and plowed over the front line of positions that had long been driven into the surface of the moon, causing a burst of blood. The British soldiers who were waiting for the battle were immediately shattered by clusters of blows, and their screams almost overshadowed the rumble of cannons!

Damn it, I was fooled!

Major General Andrew punched a sandbag heavily. If the defense depth was enough, with his military attainments, this trick would not deceive him at all. The problem is that the current defense depth of the troops has been extremely compressed and there is no way to retreat. The loss of any point may lead to a complete collapse, and they can only fight to the end. The hateful Belan people have learned a lot of despicable and shamelessness of the Hua Guomao!

After crushing a large number of British soldiers, the shelling finally stopped, and the Belans rushed to the forefront of the position. The Belans were obviously determined to win, and the crowds of people formed large groups of moving shadows. When they were moving, it seemed as if the entire mountain was moving. The surviving officers and soldiers of the 7th Armored Division had already been rolling several times at the gates of hell and did not take their lives seriously. The Belans rushed in like a tide, and they did not blink. The light and heavy machine guns used the highest rate of fire to splash metal storms on the sea of ​​people not far ahead. The hot bullets swept through the crowd repeatedly, rolling up a bunch of blood rain. The Belans soldiers swept by the light machine gun bullets as if they were electrocuted.

He twitched and fell to the ground and cried. Before he could make a few screams, he was trampled to death by the person rushing up from behind. He was swept by a heavy machine gun. The direct flesh crumbs and blood splattered. The entire head hit the head instantly turned into a watermelon that fell to pieces, and the chest and abdomen were directly torn. The blood splashed two or three meters away under the pressure in the body. Under the strafing of the machine gun, Belan soldiers fell down in groups, and the mortars regardless of the barrel bore to shoot a maximum rate of twenty shots per minute. Each shell blasted over, and a gap was blown out on the front line of the Belan National Wehrmacht, but in a blink of an instant, the gap was filled by a crowd.

"Battleman, come on-----" In the hoarse scream, a heavy machine gunner held the trigger and swept out the bullets of the twelve-7mm caliber heavy machine gun like a wind, ruthlessly reaping life. It is hard to imagine that this crazy soldier was still an armored soldier full of gentlemanly demeanor! After a few minutes of crazy shooting, the barrel of the machine gun turned red, but it had not broken down. It was a miracle. The machine gunner shouted wildly: "The machine gun supplying machine, the cooling system of the machine gun is broken, please help me pour some water into the barrel!"

The bomb supplyer was busy sorting out a long bullet link. After hearing the saber's words, he immediately took out the water shell and shook it hard, without any sound. He cried and said, "There is no water, there is no water for a long time!"

One shot, one

Ming Ban knelt on the ground carrying 40 fires and was about to fire. The Belan soldier was beaten back and rolled six or seven meters away. The machine gunner roared: "Without water, you won't use pee!? Get me hurry!"

The bullet supplyer carefully straightened his body. As soon as he unzipped the zipper of his pants, a blood thread burst out from his forehead and fell to his head. The machine gunner's eyes were cracked, and hesitated with the already dead bullet supplyer: "You idiot, you wouldn't urinate in your helmet first and then pour it on the barrel? You know that the bullets are running back and forth above your head, but you dare to stand up straight. If you don't die of garbage like you, who will die!"

A row of grenades flew over, and the machine gunner turned into a bloody man. He didn't care at all. His facial muscles were twisted and he didn't even care about the barrel. He shot back and forth at 180 degrees. Three soldiers who dropped the bomb were swept into two pieces. Another one just raised his hand to throw the bomb. The wrist was broken by the bullet. The grenade fell at his feet and blew him into a piece of fragment. However, the chains also reached the end, and the bravery of the crazy machine gunner ended here. He glanced at the cables that were not arranged by the bullets, and showed a helpless smile. The Belanese would not give him time to re-bomb. Several other grenades flew over, bursting out smoke, and agile figure jumped onto the position.

The gunman roared, grabbed the barrel, and swung the machine gun at the Belan soldier in his palms so hot that it was so hot that it was blown. The Belan soldier was hit and collapsed in the sternum. He took a few steps back and fell down softly. The machine gunman also screamed, instinctively letting out the barrel with a temperature of up to 300 degrees. At this time, his hand was destroyed. Two Belan soldiers rushed up, and two triangular bayonets stabbed the machine gunman in front and back, bringing out a blood. The three-ringed army stabbed in the chest and abdomen. This person could basically be sentenced to death. The two soldiers did not waste time and kicked the machine gunman away and rushed towards the next target.

The machine gunner fell in the mud, tremblingly reaching out to cover the wounds of blood splattering. How could he cover it? The Triangular Military Pills are specially used to bleed people. Even if they pierce the thighs and do not cut the arteries, they will be completely destroyed in a few minutes. Moreover, if his chest is pierced, it will be completely helpless. He looked at the hazy sky, the bustling city, and the fog of the Portsmouth Army Port, and his pupils gradually spread, and the spirit in his eyes slowly dimmed. He died, and together with many officers and soldiers of the 7th Armored Division, he died in the mud like a wild dog. Even if he died, his eyes were not closed, as if asking: "Why are we coming here?"

The battle was bloody and tragic. The Belans were determined to win this huge victory. At the beginning, they were determined to die. The 7th Armored Division had no choice but to fight to the death. Thousands of soldiers' eyes were red, and they fought with rifles, bayonets, shovels, and even fists, stones in a narrow area. The bodies quickly covered the battlefield. Some positions were quickly broken through, but several core positions were still struggling to persevere. It was only time for the entire army to be wiped out.

The only suspense now is how long they can hold on.

Major General Andrew no longer gave any orders. Now the entire army is fighting with the enemy. No matter how skilled the generals are, they can no longer command the troops effectively. Only by relying on the tenacity and courage of the soldiers and the favor of God can they defend the position. Random command will only cause trouble. The radio station has been reimbursed by artillery shells, and the telephone line has been blown off. The connection between several positions has been completely broken. They can only fight on their own. None of the soldiers sent to repair the telephone line have returned. Major General Andrew smiled bitterly. Has the 7th Armored Division really come to an end?
Chapter completed!