Age of Conquest Reborn

Chapter 117 A song full of red

Tang Qiuli caught Shan Hu's body in one fell swoop, "Shan Hu! Shan Hu!" He shouted desperately, with a voice filled with blood and tears, echoing in the cave. It seemed that the life that was passing by could be heard in the cry.

Came back suddenly.

At this time, Shan Hu's originally dark and red face turned pale and pale, his lips were tightly closed, and his steel-hard body was leaning softly in Tang Qiuli's arms. The five gunshot wounds on his body were still bleeding with bright red blood.

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Tang Qiuli's vision turned black, and a boundless fear gripped his heart tightly, making him almost breathless.

The soldiers directly under the Guards all know the deep relationship between the captain and the commander. It is a relationship that is stronger than blood relations and is stronger than blood relations.

The soldiers were all stunned by the commander's demeanor. The commander's face was pale and his eyes were dull, as if he was a body without a soul.

An inaudible moan woke up Tang Qiuli from his dazed state. Shan Hu's thick eyebrows were tightly knitted in pain. He put his head close to Shan Hu's chest and listened carefully. His strong and powerful heart was still beating vigorously.

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This guy is not dead yet! Tang Qiuli seemed to have just returned to the solid shore under the cliff. Just tell me, how could Shanhu die so easily! This guy scared me to death!

He left four soldiers behind, used a first-aid kit to bandage Shan Hu urgently, and ordered them that no matter what happened outside, they were not allowed to leave Captain Huang for a step, even if it cost their own lives.

Then, he grabbed a light machine gun and rushed to the entrance of the cave like a whirlwind. The mountain tiger's injury made his anger burn to an extremely high level. Battle followed closely behind him.

At the entrance of the cave, bullets were still flying and fire was blazing. Tang Qiuli glanced at the battlefield and saw a scene he would never forget.

Nearly a hundred soldiers suddenly rushed out of the cave where the mortar unit was camping. Two men controlled a mortar and quickly set up the gun position. Then, one after another, the mortar shells were fired at the Japanese firepower point on the hill.

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The enemy's firepower point, in the flames of the explosion, the mutilated corpses, together with the weapons in their hands, flew into the sky, becoming mute one after another, and could no longer spray life-threatening metal projectiles.

The Japs were stunned by this sudden turn of events. However, the mortar fired only one shell before being covered by the firepower of the Japs' submachine guns. The soldiers were shot one after another and fell to the ground silently, their bodies covered with bright red youthful blood.

The homeland of Xia.

A seriously injured soldier struggled to put a shell into the barrel. The muzzle flashed and a Japanese machine gun flew into the sky. Then, the soldier was hit by more evil bullets, and his young body

Above, gorgeous blood flowers blossomed, like an unyielding life making its final gorgeous curtain call.

This is the only mortar that fired two shells. Among the sudden strikes of the entire mortar, only this mortar sprayed out an extra stream of angry flames. This is an ordinary soldier.

Use your life as your final swan song!

Taking advantage of the weakening of the enemy's firepower, in the cave where the special detachment and anti-tank gun troops camped, the soldiers seized this opportunity in exchange for the lives of their comrades, rushed out of the cave, quickly seized the powerful terrain, and started a confrontation with the enemy.

shoot.

Finally, we were no longer blocked in the cave and beaten by the little devils! However, dozens of soldiers still fell in this short distance. The remains of the soldiers were covered with the hillside from a distance of tens of meters.

Tang Qiuli also led the remaining thirty or so soldiers directly under the guard, rushed out of the cave entrance, and quickly occupied the hillside above the cave entrance. More than thirty grenades flew towards the Japanese position, blasting it into flames.

Flashing, gravel jumping, shrapnel flying.

The battle situation is developing in the direction that is beneficial to the Blood Hands. After all, they are no longer sealed in the cave and blocked, and all the personnel and weapons can be used.

But the situation was still not optimistic. The Japanese troops had too many troops. On the Japanese position on the opposite hillside, there were countless shooting points in the night sky that shone like ghost eyes. They were Japanese submachine guns spraying rain of bullets.

Dense bullets hit the rocks, sparks shot out, and the sound of automatic weapons firing like a sudden rainstorm resounded throughout the valley. This shows the intensity and ferocity of the enemy's firepower, and the fact that the enemy soldiers are well-trained.

, his marksmanship is precise and sophisticated, putting great pressure on the troops, making it impossible to break through.

Time, the most beneficial thing to the Japanese is time. They can entangle the bloody gang, summon a large number of reinforcements, and surround themselves. Then, it is only a matter of time before their entire army is annihilated.

It is simply impossible to escape from the fighting and break through. Now, the battlefield has become a stalemate. If we want to force a breakout, we will expose our back to the enemy. The troops will suffer heavy casualties and consume a lot of ammunition.

Even if they can break through and bring along the lightly and seriously wounded, they will be consumed bit by bit by the Japanese in the constant pursuit. What's more, can they survive the current situation?

Three to four hundred Japs broke through the resistance of the soldiers and finally rushed into the cave where the mortar unit was camping. Inside the cave, there were only sporadic gunshots fired back. Soon, the gunshots disappeared and the Japs cheered like wolf howls.

, mixed with shouts of "Half time, half time!"

The soldiers of the mortar unit were all wiped out by the Japs. Tang Qiuli and the others could only watch helplessly as their comrades were slaughtered by the Japs, but they could do nothing. The deep pain was like a poisonous snake biting and returning.

The hearts of living warriors.

Suddenly, the cheers of the Japanese turned into horrified shouts. There was a loud noise, like a volcano erupting or the earth cracking. A fire dragon suddenly burst out from the cave. The brilliant fire light reflected every corner of the valley red.

The Japs' bodies were reduced to ashes in the blazing flames, and a large amount of gravel flew out and fell overwhelmingly on the Japs' position. This was an indiscriminate attack. The Japs were smashed into confusion, and their heads were bleeding.

Countless people were injured, the loud noise echoed in the mountains for a long time, and the flames could not dissipate for a long time.

It was the surviving soldiers of the mortar unit who detonated all the mortar shells and died together with three to four hundred Japanese soldiers.

The soldiers used their young lives to ignite the flames of revenge. Their souls floated in the May night sky in Kanto. Their heroic spirits will forever guard this homeland that was born and raised here but has suffered many hardships!

Tang Qiuli closed his eyes in pain. The scene that just happened left a deep and indelible mark on his heart.

He completely forgot about the bullets whizzing around him, his eyes were red, and what fucking tactical moves, go to hell. He was holding a light machine gun and was just shooting. He kept shooting, and there were a lot of things at his feet.

The empty magazine and the dancing flame from the muzzle were like his silent language.

The bullets flew around, hitting the rocks underfoot, emitting little sparks, and hitting the green pine trees behind them. The first green leaves and branches full of water vapor fell one after another.

It hit his arm, and a brilliant flower of blood bloomed. A guard rushed over and stood in front of him. His young body was immediately hit by the dense rain of bullets, and he fell at his feet with a smile.

A bullet hit his left leg, and he fell to one knee on the ground, the light machine gun in his hand still spraying angry bullets.

Another guard jumped on him and fell down after being hit by a Japanese bullet. The guards rushed forward one after another to cover their most respected commander. In the fierce battle, they did not forget their responsibilities and used their strong bodies to protect him.

, built a human bunker for Tang Qiuli to protect him from fatal injuries.

Eight guards had fallen beside Tang Qiuli, and their hot blood dyed the green pine branches and tender pine leaves red.

Tang Qiuli's heart had become numb, he had lost all feeling, and his tears had dried up. Too many soldiers had been sacrificed. His heart had been completely soaked in pain and sorrow, and he was only filled with anger and resentment towards the little Japanese.

Facing the rain of bullets, he recited loudly: "I am so angry that I look up to my head, and the misty rain stops. I look up, look up to the sky and roar, my heart is full of passion. Thirty years of success and fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."

Driving a long chariot, I trampled through the gaps in the Helan Mountains. I had great ambitions and ate the meat of the Huns when I was hungry. I laughed and drank the blood of the Huns when I was thirsty. I will start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

The sound became louder and louder, and the pitch became higher and higher. Amidst the deafening gunfire, passing through the thick smoke and layers of bullets, it was clearly transmitted into the hearts of every soldier.

The soldiers knew that the commander was still alive. He was a god in their hearts. In the rain of bullets, he was still so heroic and high-spirited. Infected by Tang Qiuli's pride, even the timid and cowardly people would become fearless.

warriors, not to mention none of the warriors of the Blood Hand Regiment are cowards!

Of course the Japanese couldn't understand what Tang Qiuli was shouting, but the small Chinese force on the opposite side, which had been heavily besieged and was in dire straits, suddenly burst out with a strong momentum. This momentum was indomitable and full of determination.

The momentum of a bloody fight to the end.

There was a vague chill in the hearts of the Japanese. What kind of troops were on the opposite side? Under such circumstances, the fighting spirit was not diminished, the morale of the soldiers was not lost, and the fighting spirit was like a rainbow. What a terrible opponent!

The east has gradually turned white, and the bloody battle lasted all night. Although the Japanese were not killed, there were more than a thousand Japanese who fell under the guns of the soldiers and were killed in the caves, which was enough.

The massive blood loss from the wound made him feel weak and cold all over. Stars flashed in front of his eyes from time to time, and he almost fell down several times.

In Tang Qiuli's heart, with the belief that he must die, let me and my brothers and comrades fight to the death together on the battlefield!

Qiuquan, who was in another position, was always paying attention to Tang Qiuli. Looking at his swaying body, he knew that Xiaoqiu was injured. His eyes burned anxiously. He tried to rush over several times, but failed. Instead,

His shoulder was scratched by a bullet. Fortunately, it only scratched the surface and did not affect his movement.

A mortar shell, with a long scream, suddenly exploded next to Tang Qiuli, and the smoke completely enveloped him.

In the distance, Qiuquan witnessed the shell hitting Tang Qiuli. His heart felt cold and he shouted in despair: "Xiaoqiu!" There was even a hint of blood in his voice.

Tang Qiuli felt that his body was as light as a feather, flying up into the sky, and suddenly fell into the boundless darkness.

Before he lost consciousness, there were countless voices calling for the commander in his ears, and in front of him were the smiling faces of Xiaoling and I.