Yue Feng quickly moved to the southern hill.
After taking cover, he took out his telescope to observe. \ He saw Yue Qinghong roaring and knew that the opportunity had come.
The old devil was enraged and began to go crazy.
But he is just crazy, not really crazy, his thinking ability is still there.
In this case, adding a fire will make him completely crazy, lose his basic thinking ability, and become a crazy wild boar.
Yue Feng sent another clear telegram to the other party.
The content is: Yue Qinghong, do you desire to kill me?
Do you desire to avenge your shame in the decisive battle at Phoenix Mountain?
Do you desire to make meritorious service in the decisive battle at Phoenix Mountain?
I always believe that the Japanese country is dog excrement, you Yue Qinghong is pig excrement, and old Hirohito is cockroach excrement.
Soon, Yue Qinghong received the telegram.
When he saw it, he was so angry that he roared: "Baga, Baga, forget about scolding me.
You actually dare to scold His Majesty the Emperor.
I can't bear it.
I can't bear it.
Let's fight on Phoenix Mountain."
Go ahead.
Go ahead.”
After receiving the order, the Japanese invaders quickly advanced to the bottom of Black Tiger Peak and got out of the car one after another.
Because the artillery shells have been exhausted, the only heavy weapons left today are light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers.
Although there are tanks and armored vehicles, it is impossible to pass due to the terrain.
Yue Feng saw the Japanese getting out of the car, forming a marching column, and starting towards Phoenix Mountain.
Wu Toutuo said: "Instructor, it's okay, the Japanese have entered the avalanche area."
Yue Feng pointed: "Observe, observe, observe."
Wu Toutuo said: "I observed that they did enter the avalanche zone."
Hu A Niu said: "Yes, yes."
Yue Feng said patiently: "Have you noticed that the Japanese are not stupid?
They used the long snake formation and the team was very long.
Even if the avalanche is successful, it can only submerge half of their men.
So, the question is, where will they be submerged?
Where are some people?”
Wu Tutuo suddenly realized: "Of course he is the most threatening."
Hu A Niu also understood: "Today, the most threatening ones are the grenade brigade and the machine gun brigade.
However, the Japanese are too cunning.
Of these two brigade, one is in the middle and the other is in the back.
Which one should I choose?
" Hu Aniu said: "I choose the grenade, the grenade is more powerful."
Wu Toutuo said: "I also choose the grenade.
It is extremely powerful against our machine guns."
Yue Feng smiled faintly: "They use the 89-type grenade, with a maximum range of 700 meters and an effective range of 500 meters, while our rocky hillside is 800 meters.
Observation is not just observation, but also combined with our own Condition."
Wu Toutuo, Hu A Niu and others realized something.
Yue Feng said: "They use the Type 92 heavy machine gun, which has a range of up to 1,300 meters and an effective range of 800 meters.
In particular, it is equipped with an optical sight.
From a distance perspective, it poses a greater threat to us."
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At this time, in the snow cave of Black Tiger Peak, Gao Dayong was anxiously waiting for the signal flare.
The Japs' front troops are almost over, why haven't they sent a signal yet?
Could it be that the instructor was killed by the cannonball just now?
It was really scary.
There were probably thousands of them.
Bastard, the devil is so cruel.
A brother next to him said anxiously: "Master Gao, we can't wait any longer, let's detonate it."
The second brother chewed dried "fairy noodles" to reduce his nervousness.
He said: "The instructor is probably in trouble.
So many shells exploded and must be exploded to avenge the instructor."
Cold sweat broke out on Gao Dayong's forehead, and he thought to himself: The instructor said, wait for his signal, but the front troops are almost over.
If they don't detonate, what will happen if all the Japanese troops pass?
He said decisively: "Brothers, prepare to launch mines."
The order was quickly conveyed and the ten brothers grabbed the wild vine.
Gao Dayong said loudly: "Five, four" It is said that Yue Qinghong was riding on a horse and marching in the rear group, and his position was quite safe.
For some reason, he always had a strange feeling in his heart, recalling one unusual thing after another.
Clear telegrams, the missing Shimen reconnaissance team, unusual artillery battles, and the mysterious Leshan that cannot be killed by bombs In particular, Leshan took the risk of being bombarded and attacked them with mortars.
He only has two mortars, but he dares to attack There is a ghost There must be a ghost Uneasy, he raised his telescope and kept observing his surroundings.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the snow on the mountain peak, and his heart trembled suddenly, as if he thought of something what is inspiration, give me inspiration Suddenly, he saw what seemed to be ten ropes pulling up from the top of the mountain. ah Inspired Lafa mine not good So much snow Avalanche
Yue Qinghong couldn't help but roar: "Hurry and hide, avalanche, avalanche" late Dozens of explosions sounded on the mountain peak, like dozens of sharp knives, piercing into Yue Qinghong's heart.
Then, he saw a scene he would never forget in his life: the snow first sank, then erupted outwards, rolling downwards, driving more snow, rolling downwards. chain reaction Almost instantly, the snow formed an overwhelming place, rushing down crazily and making an earth-shattering sound.
The Japanese were stunned, turned around subconsciously, and ran wildly.
Unfortunately, they were in the snow and couldn't run fast at all.
Seeing the snow falling crazily, the Japanese invaders howled in despair.
"Baga, Baga, avalanche, avalanche" "Damn Leshan, despicable Leshan" "He is a devil, more terrifying than the Headshot Ghost King" "Go home, I want to go home, I don't want to fight anymore" The staff officer with the broken leg desperately pulled out his pistol, pointed it at his temple, and said calmly: "Leshan, I understand, I understand, no matter the means, victory is the only one.
Leshan, you beat mom, I'm back."
He pulled the trigger decisively.
The gun didn't go off, it jammed.
"Baga, that damn southern pistol, it doesn't even work for suicide."
Amidst the desperate screams of the Japanese, the snow rushed in with overwhelming force, drowning, drowning, drowning some of the Japanese in the middle and back roads.
The staff officer with the broken leg was the last one buried in the snow and disappeared.
Yue Qinghong, the chief of staff and others were behind and were not submerged, but the powerful "shock wind" brought by the snow knocked them down and kept rolling.
The chief of staff suffered the worst, bumping his head against the barrel of a 38-inch gun.
Because of his great strength, the barrel of the gun was inserted into his temple, and he died instantly.
Yue Qinghong was lucky and there was no damage.
He got up crazily and saw that nearly half of the troops had disappeared.
He felt like the world was spinning, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, followed by another mouthful, and another mouthful.
As a Hokkaido native, although he has never experienced an avalanche, he has heard about it and knows how powerful it is.
He never expected that Leshan would use this hand to destroy them with an avalanche.
Devil, devil, he must be from hell.
The Dragon Guards are all devils from hell.
Each one is more terrifying than the last.
The "Headshot Ghost King", Long Long Ba, Leshan, Long Long Qi, etc. are all devils, devils He saw some hands sticking out of the snow, like ghostly hands reaching out from hell.
One of the hands was missing a finger, which belonged to the staff member who had a broken leg.
The hand shook, spasmed, and twitched desperately.
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Yue Qinghong screamed sternly: "Save people, save people, hurry, hurry."
The Japanese from the front and rear teams howled and rushed to save people.
It was too late.
The four-fingered hand convulsed violently for a while and then became stiff.
This terrible residual hand seems to have become a symbol of death, pointing straight to the sky, so unwilling, so aggrieved, so desperate: