122: Chapter 122 Fortune Turns Around
At this moment, in the Eastern Military Region livestream room.
Seeing the Little Devils being slaughtered and suffering heavy casualties.
The Netizens in the livestream room felt deeply satisfied.
Just a moment ago, seeing the Little Devils being so arrogant, they had been angry for quite a while.
They all wished they could rush into the game and beat the hell out of these Little Devils.
Now, seeing these Little Devils beaten so miserably.
They finally vented the pent-up frustration in their hearts.
"Well done! These Little Devils are nothing special; our Chinese Soldiers beat them like this without even trying."
"Can we see how many Little Devils have died? How about adding a death toll for the Little Devils?"
"That's a good suggestion. Right now, we can only see our own death toll, not the Little Devils'. I want to see exactly how many Little Devils have died!"
"These Little Devils were so arrogant before, and now they are just as miserable."
"Great job! Seeing our Chinese Soldiers being so formidable, I feel like my taxes didn't go to waste."
"I suggest we wipe out Japan. Japan has the heart of a wolf; if we don't resolve this now, they might bite our descendants later, and that would be a sin. We cannot leave such a hidden danger for our descendants."
"Right, we'll take the blame, but we must wipe out Japan."
The sentiment in the livestream room was unified; they had always despised Japan.
Don't talk about any 'three no-flame' rules; if a real fight breaks out, everyone will be flaming them.
"There are so many kids in our country now who like Japan, forgetting that Japan is best at deception. We are strong now, so they dare not do anything. If we ever become weak, they will definitely come up and take a bite."
"History will prove everything. A country like Japan is destined not to be left alone—it has no resources, yet many people. Once a war starts, this kind of country is a powder keg that explodes at the slightest touch. We are close to them; who knows when we might get caught in the crossfire."
"Exactly, exactly! Wipe out Japan, and this powder keg won't be able to explode."
At this moment, Zhou Yang felt a bit ashamed while reading the comments from the audience in the livestream room.
He realized he had underestimated the influence of this game livestream.
However, he strongly agreed with the comments from these viewers.
A country like the Little Devils shouldn't even exist.
The battle in the game was still ongoing.
After suffering intense fire suppression from the machine gun positions, the Little Devils in the front suffered heavy casualties and wanted to retreat.
But the squadron behind them prevented them from retreating, forcing them to continue charging forward.
Helpless, these surviving Little Devils followed the newly arrived Little Devils and continued the charge.
However, their location was not only open, but also devoid of any cover.
Furthermore, this position was perfectly exposed to the firing range of the machine gun positions.
At the machine gun position, Zhang Heng gripped an MG08 machine gun, firing crazily at the Little Devils who kept charging below.
In just over ten minutes, one gun barrel was ruined.
He immediately removed the front barrel and replaced it with a new one.
Then he continued to sweep with gunfire.
He refused to stop for even a moment.
On the other side of the machine gun position, another heavy machine gun was also firing at the Little Devils below.
The machine guns on both sides were cross-firing.
When one side stopped, the other continued.
The firepower remained constant, without the slightest gap.
"Hahaha, satisfying! So satisfying! These Little Devils simply can't charge up."
"Who said we weren't good enough? Look at these Little Devils, what have they been beaten into?"
"Keep it up, Chinese Soldiers! Kill them all!"
The situation at this position was good, but the situation in other places was not so good.
Especially in the places that were being shelled by the Little Devils.
The continuous, uninterrupted shelling caused devastating damage to the surface fortifications of the Zijin Mountain position.
Not all the fortifications on the mountain were built to the standard of permanent fortifications.
Because the cost of building them that way was too high.
These fortifications were built a few years ago; after the Little Devils invaded the Northeast, the construction of defensive fortifications in Jinling was put on the agenda.
It took several years to build them.
Now, they had finally come in handy.
If possible, the people who built these fortifications never hoped for a day when they would be needed.
Because once they were needed, it meant that the war had already reached Jinling.
This was the capital, after all.
If the capital fell, it would inevitably strike a blow to the confidence of the entire nation in the war of resistance.
At this moment, the surface fortifications on Zijin Mountain were mostly destroyed.
Likewise, the continuous bombing caused heavy casualties to the defending troops.
The death toll alone exceeded four hundred.
The number of injured was countless.
These Chinese Soldiers never expected to be killed or wounded by shelling without even seeing the enemy.
Quite a few Chinese Soldiers felt a bit stifled.
If they had modern equipment, they would definitely shell them back fiercely.
This feeling of being beaten the whole time was truly unbearable.
They would rather die on the charge than be killed by shelling in such an inexplicable way.
Many of them had hoped to come in and kill a few more enemies.
Yet, they died before they could even achieve their goal.
After the Little Devils' shelling ended, they dared to come out.
Looking at the wreckage left behind by the shells.
They could only hurry to clean up.
They didn't know if the Little Devils would continue shelling.
They could only simply clean up the collapsed areas and clear the intersections.
Then they treated the wounded and collected the bodies of the fallen comrades.
An entire morning passed; at the machine gun position, Zhang Heng collapsed on the ground, exhausted.
For these few hours, the fire from the machine gun in his hands had hardly stopped.
In just three hours, he had replaced over a dozen gun barrels, and the comrade next to him loading the ammunition belts had hands that were almost smoking from the friction.
The result of such exhausting combat was that the Little Devils were successfully repelled.
Leaving behind hundreds of corpses.
On that hillside, it looked quite spectacular.
Zhang Heng didn't know how many Little Devils had died under his machine gun bullets.
For these few hours, he had only one thought in his mind: to fire, to fire, to keep firing.
If the barrel got too hot, he would replace it.
When he saw the remaining Little Devils retreating, his tense nerves finally relaxed.
"Damn it..." He was about to curse, but suddenly realized that the livestream was still on, so he swallowed the words back down.
At this moment, in the livestream room, the audience saw the Little Devils being repelled, leaving corpses everywhere.
Everyone was extremely excited and thrilled.
Whether they had played the game or not.
They all felt that this battle was fought very satisfyingly.
Especially the players who had played the game; in the past, they would get beaten up by the Little Devils as soon as they entered.
Equipment suppression, it was very frustrating.
Now, they were actually seeing the Little Devils being firmly suppressed, leaving corpses everywhere and fleeing in panic.
It could be said that it released the pressure that had been pent up in their hearts for so long.
"The Little Devils have their day too! In the past, it was always us getting beaten up; now it's finally the Little Devils' turn to be beaten up."
"Indeed, these Little Devils charged for half a day but couldn't make it up, and instead suffered heavy casualties."
"It feels like the tide has turned. This scene is so familiar; it feels so satisfying to watch."