Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

Chapter 321: Beast-killing Valley Kills Beasts Again

The area around the Beast-Exterminating Valley seemed to be filled with traps set up by nature.

The terrain is undulating and the winding road is like a trapped snake, winding its way through the mountains and ravines.

The road surface is extremely rugged, with gravel scattered randomly and potholes everywhere, as if it were the traces of the cruel artist of time, who was carving it with a ruthless chisel.

Every step forward seems like a struggle with the ruggedness of the earth.

The surrounding scene was desolate, with overgrown weeds almost covering everything. Wild trees stood indiscriminately, their branches and leaves intertwined with each other, like a huge and messy net, quietly hiding the already sparse human population in this area.

Occasionally, you can see a few dilapidated houses standing alone in the wind, crumbling and creaking, as if feebly telling the story of their former prosperity and their current desolate silence.

The newly built road looked particularly thin and isolated in this vast wasteland.

It is like a gray ribbon, struggling powerlessly on this barren land, trying to bring a trace of life to this dead silence, but it seems so small in the face of endless desolation.

Even though there is this road that runs through the entrance and exit of the Beast-Exterminating Valley, our army did not station a large number of troops here after careful consideration.

Although this place is strategically located, the situation will be extremely serious if it is attacked.

Victory in battle is naturally not important, but if we unfortunately lose, retreating into the Beast-Exterminating Valley will undoubtedly put us in a desperate situation. The enemy only needs a big fire to force our army into a desperate situation, and the danger of annihilation of the entire army is imminent.

After the last battle in Beast-Exterminating Valley, Li Yunlong's troops advanced into the mountainous area of southern Shandong, and other troops from Shanxi, Hebei, and Henan also retreated to Shanxi Province in an orderly manner.

The area outside the Beast-Exterminating Valley once again fell into the clutches of the devils and fell into a dark rule.

The Sixth Division set out from Peking and headed towards the Beast-Exterminating Valley with great momentum.

Along the way, the area was all occupied by Japanese, and there was almost no decent resistance.

Their troops were lined up in three neat columns along the road. The soldiers wore steel helmets that shone with a cold light in the sun.

The spear flashed with a cold light, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

The officers rode on tall horses, striding in front of the team, their horses' hooves raising clouds of dust, as if showing off their "power" to the land.

Kong Jing Cangzi was riding on the horse, his posture straight, his eyes full of arrogance.

She was dressed in a neat military uniform, every wrinkle of which showed her so-called "rigor". The saber at her waist swayed gently with the horse's pace, making a crisp sound, as if it was the whisper of a devil.

Watching the smooth and unimpeded march, a blind confidence surged in her heart. She felt as if the Sixth Division was back at its peak, and it seemed that no force on this land could stop their advance.

The female soldiers with makeup on had greedy green eyes like hungry wolves.

They kicked open the rickety wooden doors without hesitation, and the Type 14 Nambu pistols in their arms trembled with their excited movements. However, this was not fear, but a morbid excitement.

In a threshing ground, an old man knelt on the ground with a chipped pottery jar in front of him and said in a trembling voice:

"Madam, these are the only corns we have at home..."

Before he could finish his words, a female Japanese soldier wearing leather boots suddenly grabbed his granddaughter's braid viciously.

The girl, who was about fourteen or fifteen years old, had no power to resist. She was dragged to the edge of the well like a rag doll, screaming in terror.

Sora Aoko watched this cruel impromptu performance coldly. She knew very well that this was a twisted way of "boosting morale".

When the girl's blood-stained bellyband was hung on the tip of the bayonet, the hands of the new recruits holding the guns no longer trembled, and were replaced by numbness and madness corroded by evil.

The cannon exploded without warning. At that moment, Sora Aoko was using a saber to pry open the wooden boards of a cellar.

The foul dampness surged out, accompanied by the villagers' cries. Seven or eight villagers huddled behind the pickle jar, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Suddenly, Sora Aoko swung out his saber with a fierce grin. The blade brushed past the swollen belly of a pregnant woman, severing the hanging spider web. He roared viciously:

"China pigs, hand over the food you've hidden!"

The cry of a baby rang out sharply in the smoke, it was the helpless struggle of life against this cruel atrocity.

But the female Japanese soldiers laughed so hard that they fell over, as if this was the funniest thing in the world.

One recruit even took out a notebook and scribbled "Chinese baby's lung capacity test", completely losing his basic conscience as a human being.

The soldiers' faces were filled with extremely arrogant expressions. They laughed loudly, immersed in this sinful carnival, and were completely unaware of the impending danger. It was as if this land was a playground that they could trample on at will, and their evil deeds would eventually bring justice.

Just as they were immersed in this false sense of victory,

"call out--!"

The whistling sound of the first shell tearing through the air suddenly froze the entire team.

Kong Jing Cangzi's pupils suddenly shrank. The silver light streaking across the sky was like the scythe swung by the god of death—"Get down!"

The roar was swallowed by the explosion.

The 155mm shell exploded in the center of the herd, and flesh, blood, and helmet fragments flew in the shock wave. The warhorses neighed loudly and stood up, throwing the soldiers on their backs towards the cliff.

The second shell followed closely, hitting the troop carrier accurately. Shrapnel penetrated the carriage like raindrops. The screams and the sound of twisting metal intertwined into a prelude to hell.

The devils' laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by shouts of terror.

The originally neat team was in chaos in an instant, the beasts fled in all directions, the demons danced wildly, the horses neighed in fear, and the scene was in complete chaos.

I have to say that they really should "thank" our army.

For overall strategic considerations, our army deployed its main artillery forces on the western side of Shanxi Province.

At this time, the only artillery used in the direction of Beast-Exterminating Valley was a 155mm howitzer battalion.

However, this seemingly "weak" force is like a sharp blade at this moment, suddenly stabbing out when the enemy is off guard.

Shells fell one after another, blasting huge craters in the Japanese army.

The air was filled with smoke and screams were heard everywhere.

Sora Aoko fell off the horse and climbed up in a panic, his face full of fear and anger.

She shouted loudly and tried to reorganize the team, but all efforts seemed in vain under the fierce bombardment.

"Baga! What's going on? Why are the Tubalu's artillery so powerful?"

Sora Aoko yelled at the adjutant beside her.

The adjutant's face turned pale, fearing that Kong Jing Cangzi would chop him with a knife in a rage. Besides, they were not called "Eighth Route Army" now!

"Report to the commander, it's not clear yet, but it looks like the enemy's artillery fire is very heavy."

Sora Aoko rolled her eyes and said, "Do you even need to tell me that?"

"Order the troops to disperse quickly and find cover!"

Sora Aoko gritted her teeth and gave the order.

However, the devils had lost control.

Screams and the sound of crackling gravel rang out at the same time.

They collapsed like a punctured anthill, their leather boots scraping harshly against the shells scattered on the ground. Some people, in their panic, ran into the rock wall, their helmets hitting the jagged rocks and sending sparks flying.

Some Japanese soldiers fell into the thorn bushes, screaming and pulling out the thorny corners of their clothes, and blood dripped through their fingers into the cracked soil.

"Stop the shelling! Move!"

While the roar of the howitzers was still vibrating in my ears, the hoarse roar of the artillery battalion commander tore through the smoke.

The soldiers reluctantly released the trigger, their knuckles turning blue and white from excessive force - this was not the Jinxi base area, the ammunition supply line was like a thin spider silk that could be burned off by the flames of war at any time.

Those guys in the logistics department are really generous.

I heard that more than a hundred 155mm vehicle-mounted howitzers were allocated to the Cheetah Field Army last night, and thirty 370mm box-type rocket launchers were lined up on the road like a steel torrent.

If those shiny shell casings were piled up, they would probably be higher than Taihang Mountain.

But what about this remote and poor southeastern Shanxi?

The last time I saw a whole box of shells was the thirty shells carried here by mules and horses a month ago.

The barrel of the gun gradually cooled, but the murderous aura became more and more scorching.

"The Tubalu are out of ammunition?"

空井苍子舔了舔干裂的嘴唇，军刀在晨光中划出冷弧，“一哥揍！“

Following this distorted roar, the remaining Japanese soldiers were about to turn their guns around when a sudden metallic wave arose from the direction of the Beast-Exterminating Valley.

That was not the sound of gunfire, but the roar of the gates of hell bursting open, the vibration of thousands of hammers smashing the anvil of purgatory, and the sound waves wrapped in the smell of sulfur were like invisible claws, tearing the last few dead leaves from the branches.

In the shadow of the cliff, the soldiers of the local forces stood motionless.

The tactical rails of the assault rifle glowed with a cold blue light, and the two mortars were like dormant tigers, their barrels slowly turning with the movements of the Japanese.

The farmer who risked his life carrying three bullets of the Hanyang rifle three years ago now held the new weapon with his index finger as steady as a rock.

In the eyes of the Japanese, these figures wrapped in gray military uniforms were clearly the elite among the elite.

But they didn't know that there wasn't even a single regular army unit on this position.

The command had already reached a conclusion: there was no need to mobilize the main force to deal with this female division that was not even as strong as a Type B division with only a quarter of its remaining strength.

When the first 5.8mm bullet penetrated the back of the Japanese soldier and the blood blossomed into red lotuses under the morning sun, Kong Jing Aozi was shocked to realize that the firepower network of this "ragtag army" was even more impenetrable than the regular army of the past.

The old squad leader's roar mixed with the smoke and explosion:

"Open fire! Avenge Old Li!"

The sound of continuous fire from assault rifles hit the iron roof like a rainstorm, and the mortar shells, trailing blue smoke, exploded scarlet in the craters where the Japanese were hiding.

As soon as the Japanese raised the muzzle of their Type 99 rifle, a dense hail of bullets nailed the gunman to death on the scorched earth.

Blood oozed from the palm of Sora Aoko's hand, which was gripping the saber. As he watched his men fall like straw being slashed by a sickle, he suddenly let out a hysterical scream:

"Take off your uniform! Show your underwear!"

This crazy order spread like a virus among the remnants.

The female Japanese soldiers tore off their uniforms, revealing their snow-white skin and floral underwear - those were "trophies" made from the bedding of the villagers.

Wang Shuanzhu saw clearly through the sniper scope that on the lapel of a floral cloth shirt, there was still half an unfinished embroidery of a lotus flower.

"A woman?"

The old locust tree at the entrance of the village three years ago swayed in my memory, and the red velvet flowers on Erni's temples when she got married overlapped with the scarlet lipstick in front of my eyes.

His finger on the trigger suddenly froze, and half a second of hesitation was enough to be fatal.

"Shoot the hell up!" The old squad leader lay on the ground and turned sideways to kick him.

However, it was still too late.

When the sight of the Type 99 rifle bit his throat, the last thing he saw was the female soldier's red nails wiping the barrel of the gun. The scarlet color was like the fire of hell, forever seared on his retina.

"Damn the Japs!"

The old squad leader pushed away Wang Shuanzhu's still warm body, and his assault rifle spewed out flames of revenge.

The rain of bullets tore the female devil's arms apart.

Before she could even utter a single wail, she was pulled up by her companions and used as a human shield;

There was also a dying female Japanese soldier who was humming "Cherry Blossoms in My Hometown".

The artillery battalion commander decided to fire another round. If he missed this opportunity, he would not know when he would have another chance to kill the Japanese again!

Wherever the artillery fire passed, broken limbs and blood-stained cherry blossom petals flew everywhere.

Sora Aoko dragged her broken left leg towards the bomb crater, but she felt a mass of warm flesh and blood.

The female soldier lying on her back had a sunken skull and her brain seeped into the scorched earth mixed with the tune of the cherry blossom song.

When the bayonet was against her throat, this once invincible devil suddenly wet her pants - she finally tasted the fear of "human", even though her hands were stained with sins that were dirtier than hell.

"Leave the body intact?"

The old squad leader rubbed the bayonet on the Japanese soldier's underwear to clean the blood stains, and suddenly laughed like an owl.

Wang Shuanzhu's wide-open eyes appeared in his mind, and the three-foot-high weeds on Erni's grave swayed in the twilight.

The moment the butt of the gun fell, the splattering blood turned into black peonies under the darkening sky, which was the most beautiful flower on the battlefield.