Warlords: I just made a little fortune, but I didn’t build a country.

The night was deep, like a huge black curtain covering the enemy's mountain position. Suddenly, a dull roar broke the silence of the night. It was 80 artillery pieces roaring at the same time after a short silence.

The muzzle instantly ejected dazzling flames, and the orange-red flames illuminated the entire area around the artillery position, and also reflected the resolute and cold faces of the gunners. One after another, the shells whistled through the night sky like arrows from a bow, drawing bright arcs in the air, and poured towards the enemy's mountain position in the distance.

The first wave of shells rained down on the front trenches of the Japanese, with deafening explosions and flames shooting up into the sky. Mud, rocks and Japanese limbs were blown into the air, and the originally neat trenches were flattened in an instant. Sandbags were blown to pieces, and the flying shrapnel was like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Japanese on the battlefield.

Those Japanese soldiers who had no time to react were thrown in all directions like fragile dolls under the impact of the explosion. Some of their bodies were torn apart, and their blood dyed the surrounding land red.

Then, more shells continuously fell in the depth of the enemy's position. The shells hit the enemy's temporary camp, and the tents were uprooted by the air waves. A raging fire spread rapidly. In the firelight, the enemy could be seen running around in disarray and in terror.

However, the shells did not stop their devastation and continued to accurately strike the enemy's firepower points. Machine gun positions were reduced to nothing under the bombardment of the shells. The blown-off machine gun parts were mixed with the enemy's broken limbs and arms, which was a horrible sight.

The entire mountain position fell into endless chaos and destruction under the salvo of 80 artillery pieces. The smoke filled the air, and the flames illuminated the night sky like day. The cries and screams of the Japanese soldiers seemed so weak and desperate amid the explosions.

"Brothers, charge for me!"

After Liu An led his team to eliminate the Japanese sentries, the main force hurried to catch up. At this time, they were only a few dozen meters away from the Japanese forward position halfway up the mountain. Although it was an uphill road, for the Qin army soldiers who were accustomed to crossing mountains and ridges, it was just a matter of taking a few breaths.

"Da da da."

1.2 Qin army soldiers opened fire on the Japanese front-line positions like a surging tide.

The soldiers all had resolute expressions, with the flame of revenge burning in their eyes. Behind them, thousands of light and heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time, and the flames ejected from the barrels were like deadly fire pythons, licking the darkness ahead crazily.

Dense bullets rained down on the enemy's position like a rainstorm, causing dust to fly and sand to splash everywhere. The enemy had just woken up from their sleep, but they were suppressed by the sudden rain of bullets and could only huddle in the trenches, listening to the bullets whizzing over their heads in horror.

Along with the charge, the mortars roared. Shells dragged long flames, drew arcs in the air, and landed accurately on the enemy positions. Each explosion was accompanied by dazzling flames and deafening noises, instantly destroying the enemy's fortifications. Trenches collapsed, sandbags were blown away, and the limbs of the enemy soldiers were blown everywhere.

Under the hail of bullets and the light of exploding shells, the Qin army soldiers bravely moved forward. They jumped over the barbed wire that was blown to pieces, crossed the craters, and rushed towards the devils without fear. Some Qin army soldiers were hit by the devil's bullets and their bodies shook for a while, but they still continued to move forward tenaciously; some Qin army soldiers took advantage of the smoke from the exploding shells to quickly approach the devils.

"You little bastard, I'll kill you!"

Hearing grandpa say this, it means that Liu An has started killing people on the battlefield again. After being promoted to the head of the regiment, he still charges forward, changes magazines with one hand, and makes the Japanese armed forces flee in panic.

The regular Japanese army was no match for the Qin army, let alone these second-rate mobs. They were stunned by the artillery shells and the Qin army's fire charge.

You have to know that these 1.2 Qin army soldiers were equipped with thousands of light and heavy machine guns, and no less than two thousand submachine guns, as well as hundreds of accurate shooters. With just one firepower shot, they killed three or four thousand Japanese devils.

"Beep beep."

At this time, sirens began to sound inside the Japanese army, but this time the sirens did not gather 10 armed forces. A large number of women, elderly people and children all abandoned the battle because they were afraid. They had no energy, had not had a good rest for several days, and were over or years old. How could they have the physical strength to fight against the Qin army?

So after losing these armed forces, there are only more than 50,000 Japanese devils gathering to join the counterattack, but the more Japanese devils there are, the more excited the Qin army soldiers are to kill.

Seeing the endless stream of Japanese devils, the Qin army soldiers were filled with happiness.

"Brothers, kill them for me!"

The brigade commander Sun Desheng began to lead his soldiers to charge continuously. He led his soldiers to charge wherever there were more Japanese devils, for fear that the Japanese devils would be killed by Liu An's infantry regiment and Wei Wu's guard battalion.

"Damn it!"

Wei Wu's guard battalion had 880 combat personnel, all equipped with third-generation submachine guns. They directly covered the Japanese troops who appeared with fire, and the Japanese troops were so beaten that they couldn't open their eyes.

"Da da da."

The shouts of killing and the sounds of gunfire were intertwined together. The entire battlefield was like a raging sea. The 1.2 Qin army soldiers were the huge waves in the raging sea, sweeping towards the devil's front-line positions in an unstoppable manner.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the shouts of killing shook the earth.

The 1.2 Qin army soldiers worked closely and well together according to the battle plan. During the charge, the soldiers in the front used rifles to shoot accurately, targeting the Japanese officers and machine gunners. Every bullet was fired with a determination to kill. The Japanese commanders fell one after another, and the team fell into panic without a leader.

At the same time, soldiers on both sides used grenades and light mortars to attack the dense formation of the Japanese. Grenades continued to explode in the group of Japanese, smoke billowed, and the Japanese were blown up. The Japanese were dizzy by this sudden and fierce attack. They tried to organize an effective resistance, but everything seemed futile under the powerful artillery offensive in the rear.

The machine gunners were even more majestic. They set up their machine guns and fired wildly at the Japanese soldiers. The dense bullets were like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Japanese soldiers. The Japanese soldiers fell in groups, and their blood dyed the ground red.

The 40,000 or 50,000 Japanese soldiers were completely disrupted by the fierce attack of more than 10,000 Qin soldiers, and they began to flee in a panic. They were once so arrogant, but now they threw away their armor and rifles and sabers. Some Japanese soldiers pushed and trampled on each other during their escape, making miserable cries; some Japanese soldiers were hit in the back by bullets and fell to the ground. They struggled to get up but were trampled by the following soldiers.