Monitor! Get down! "
Xiao Li's roar pierced Jie An's ears like needles. He subconsciously shrank back into the trench. The next second, Japanese artillery shells exploded not far away, and mud and gravel hit his helmet like a heavy rain.
1944, Songshan, western Yunnan. He has been guarding here for three days and three nights. There are less than twenty men left in the company, and the ammunition is almost running out. The Japanese troops in the bunker were still resisting stubbornly, and the flames of the machine guns weaved into a web of death, tightly suppressing their offensive route.
