The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Seeing Yang Ling nodding and agreeing, the old smoker felt his heart relax, and unscrewed the caps of the grenade. Damn, I'll give it a good shot today, even if I die, I don't have to worry about it. Even if these bastards didn't People take care of it.

"Company Commander Zhou, the Battalion Commander told you to stick to your positions. If anyone loses the chain and becomes a deserter, don't blame him for turning his face and denying him." The communications soldier from the battalion headquarters trotted over from the second company's position, found the old smoker and opened his mouth to convey the order down.

The old smoker grinned and said: "Go back and tell the battalion commander, although there are not many people in our supplementary company, but I, the old smoker, left the words here, we are not cowards, people are in the position, and the little devils can't get past us step."

The voice of the old smoking gun was very loud, and the remnant soldiers also echoed loudly: "We add that the company is not a coward, even if it dies, it will die on the battlefield."

The signal soldier looked at the serious old smoker, nodded, and ran to the next company's position with a low waist.

Xiong Dawu, the commander of the first company, heard the words of the old smoker and the others, and thumped his chest: "They added that the company is not a coward, and our company is also a man with a handle. If anyone dares to be a deserter, let alone the battalion commander. Man, I will kill him first."

boom!

A shell fell into the group of rout soldiers on the tidal flat on the other side of the river. The chemical reaction rapidly expanded and exploded. In the flames, several rout soldiers were thrown high and then fell into the water and were smashed. Water splashes.

Cannonballs flew over one after another, drawing and dragging bright strips of light in the dark sky, the river was blown up into huge water columns, and some of the retreating troops were bombarded and smashed, setting off a rain of blood all over the sky.

Yang Ling held his 800-meter rifle and adjusted the scale to the limit of 800 meters, which was just enough to extend and shoot to the opposite side of the river, but it was blurred after [-] meters along the front sight.

Only by the flash of the explosion can we see the countless ghost soldiers with steel helmets on their heads and bayonet-mounted [-] rifles pouring in. They bit the backs of the rout soldiers and kept shooting. There were clusters of flames, and the defeated soldiers who could not run in time were continuously knocked down in a pool of blood.

Text Chapter 42 Engagement

The explosion was deafening, and the flashes of the explosion reflected the beauty of the river water that had been dyed red. The river surface was full of corpses, and the broken soldiers on the temporary pontoon bridge were scrambling to escape, and some people fell into the water from time to time. ?

Ping ping, bang bang, gunshots sounded like popping beans behind the rout, and the black devils had already chased up, and the crooked machine guns of the devils made a rattling sound, crushing the squadron that was behind. The soldiers were beaten into a sieve, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Run! Run faster!" Seeing the scattered allies lying in a pool of blood, Old Smoker blushed with anxiety and shouted hoarsely.

On the position on the right bank of Huanzaobang, the soldiers of 61 watched helplessly that their compatriots were bombarded by the devil's artillery fire, and pieces were swept down in a pool of blood by machine guns. Their faces were full of anger, and their fists were clenched. creaking.

The sound of rumbling artillery continued, and it fell on the position on the right bank. Someone screamed and was thrown high and then fell down heavily without a sound. The sandbag bunkers were also blown out of the gap, and the devil's artillery fire began to extend. .

"Dodge the cannon!" Yang Ling looked at the shells exploding on the ground, and waved his arms vigorously and shouted at the remnants of the supplementary company.

The remnant soldiers hid in the cave dug in advance, the ground trembled violently, like an earthquake, and the air waves from the explosion were filled with thick gunpowder smoke. Some people seemed to be stuck in the neck. Coughing violently amidst the roar.

The shells landed in the trench, and the mud splashed everywhere, so that Luo Dayong's nose and eyes could not be seen. He wiped the mud on his face and cursed the little devil to die, but the curse was quickly drowned out Among the cannons.

The country is poor and weak, and any cursing is futile. Facing the elite devil soldiers with overwhelming equipment advantages, the squadron rushed up one after another, and then they were covered by artillery fire in pieces, just like harvesting wheat. Nothing but helplessness.

The bombardment of the artillery finally stopped, and the position was already covered with large and small bomb craters, and some remnants were smashed to pieces and fell powerlessly in the mud, but now no one cares about the corpses of the dead, because the devils have gone Come over here.

Those who had not crossed the river from the defeated squadron had been slaughtered by the devils. The densely packed corpses covered the riverbank, and the blood seeping out of their bodies gathered into a canal and flowed into the river. The clear water had turned red. The big dye vat with countless corpses floating in it.

The devil's vanguard had already rushed towards the defenders on the right bank along the pontoon bridge that had not had time to blow up, baring their sharp fangs like hungry wolves.

"All enter the position!" The officers shouted one after another in the right bank defender's position.

The soldiers hiding from the guns ran along the traffic trench, panting, and put their rifles on the bunker of the first line of trenches again, aiming their black muzzles at the little devils who rushed over.

Looking at the little devil with the helmet on, the angry soldiers had already pulled the trigger without the orders of the officers, and poured angry bullets at the little devil. They wanted to avenge their dead compatriots.

Yang Ling watched helplessly as countless squadrons were being chased and killed by the Japanese like dogs chasing rabbits. The anger accumulated in his heart finally exploded vigorously. Let's forget the old and new grudges today. He pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet, aiming at the ghost soldiers swarming 500 meters away.

boom!

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet turned into a stream of light in the dark night and fell into the devil soldiers. It was too dark to see whether it hit or not, but now the devils are charging intensively, and the bullets will either kill or injure them.

Countless streamers danced in the dark night, and the roar of machine guns mixed with the muffled sound of rifles resounded across the river bank. The explosion kicked up mud all over the sky like a mud rain, and the battlefield was in chaos.

Facing the angry attack of the defenders, the devil soldiers biting the buttocks of the broken soldiers were restrained from attacking. They lay down on the ground and began to shoot at the defenders. Their precise shooting began to cause casualties to the defenders.

Luo Dayong fixed the bipod of the Czech-style light machine gun on the bunker, and fired continuously in the direction of the devils. Through the burning reed stalks, he saw blood spattered from the bodies of several devils. Little devil, come on, I invite you to eat a gun.

After firing a [-]-load clip, Luo Dayong picked up the machine gun and reloaded the clip while shifting positions. The other crooked sub-machine gun also started firing rattlingly, killing the two devils who were rushing forward. It became a blood gourd and fell to the ground.

The devil soldier's reaction was also very quick. In addition to the light and heavy machine guns firing violently at the continuous position, the grenadier squad quickly started to reload and fire.

boom!The flames enveloped the remnant soldier holding a light machine gun with a crooked handle, directly blasting him out of the position, and the machine gun suddenly misfired.

"Little devil! I'm ignoring your grandma!" Luo Dayong saw another machine gun being blown away, and with his arms around the Czech machine gun, he shot a shuttle of bullets at the little devil, and the devil screamed in the darkness.

The 61st Division arranged on the bank of the river fought fiercely with the devils. There was a hustle and bustle in the dark night, bullets flew randomly in the air, and countless lives were dying quickly at every moment. On such an accumulated battlefield, human lives are like worthless. , worthless.

The first wave of attack by the devil soldiers was suppressed by the resolute counterattack of the defenders. They did not want to give up. The grenade launchers and Type [-] infantry guns began to bombard the defenders' positions one after another. Amidst the sea of ​​flames and gunpowder smoke, casualties were rising rapidly.

A [-]mm high-explosive bomb fell not far from Yangling's left side. Before the two remnant soldiers who pulled the bolt had time to react, their bodies were cut to bloody flesh by the flying fragments and rolled into the mud .

The sound of the artillery had not stopped yet, and the devil soldiers had already charged towards the position in a skirmish line with bayonet-mounted [-] rifles. The positions of the first company and the second company on the left and right flanks of the supplementary company were also in danger, and their machine guns were all fired. The grenade was knocked out, leaving only the crackling of rifles that sounded like popping beans.

"Grenade ready!" Seeing that the devil soldiers had approached a distance of 100 meters, Yang Ling put down the gun, picked up a grenade and unscrewed the bottom cover.

The dry grass around the position was crackling and burning, and the fire illuminated the position. Facing the devil's precise shooting, whoever took the lead would die. The remnant soldiers lying next to Yang Ling had their heads blown off by the devil, so now Yang Ling is going to use a grenade hello devils.

Rumble!The cluster grenade that Yang Ling placed in front of the position had an effect, blowing up more than a dozen devils to the sky, and torn pieces of cloth and broken limbs flew all over the sky.

"Happy!" A company leader, Xiong Dawu, was attracted by the huge explosion sound, and looked around to supplement the company's position. There were clusters of explosion flames in front of the company's position. The little devil was crying for his father and mother when he was blown up, and he punched the dirt excitedly. inside.

"Kill and change!" The devil officer waved his command knife with a grim expression on his face, and the rest of the devils who were lying on the ground got up again and rushed to the position of the supplementary company. On the defense line of the 61st Division, many companies had already begun to fight the devils.

"Grenade, throw it out!" Yang Ling shouted, throwing the grenade in his hand out of the trench with all his strength, and threw it at the feet of the ghost soldiers.

Text Chapter 43 War Interval

As the night faded and dawn arrived, the hustle and bustle of the night gradually quieted down, leaving only sporadic gunshots, and the pale white mist enveloped the dilapidated position of the 61st Division.

The young communications soldier of the third battalion stumbled on the messy battlefield, tripping over the corpses lying on the ground from time to time, his legs were covered with blood-stained mud, wet, and he looked in a mess.

Looking at the dead and silent position, the young communications soldier's face was a little pale, there were dead people everywhere, and he didn't see a living person along the way, could it be that they were all dead?The communications soldier's eyes were red and swollen.

"Hey, kid, do you have any smoke?" When the young communications soldier stood in a daze and looked around looking for the living, a voice came from the pile of corpses next to him.

The communications soldier hurriedly turned his head and looked. More than ten meters to his left, a man whose military uniform had been torn to pieces by explosive fragments was lying in the pile of corpses and talking to himself with his eyes open. The man already had a scar on his face. The shocking blood tank, the blood coagulated into a dark red, was covered with smoke and dust.

Seeing that there were still people alive on the ground, the young communications soldier was taken aback for a moment, and his heart immediately became excited. He trotted over and said, "I am Chen Guangqing, a communications soldier from the third battalion. I am looking for your Zhou Fugui Company." Commander, I have the latest order from the battalion, do you know where he is?"

"I'm Zhou Fugui, the company commander of the supplementary company." The old smoker stretched out his withered hand and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes? Have one."

The pipe of the old smoker fell out of nowhere during the hand-to-hand battle with the devil last night. Now that the fighting has stopped, he suddenly feels weak and wants to smoke a cigarette to lift his spirits.

The communications soldier did not expect that this tattered man in front of him was Zhou Fugui, the company commander of the supplementary company. After paying a military salute, he quickly took out a half pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the old smoker.

With a thud, the match was ignited, and the old smoker took a puff of his cigarette, leaned back against the corpse, showing a satisfied expression: "The smoke is good." He said and kicked the rest into his pocket.

"Sit down and talk, it's easy to be a target while standing up." The old smoker smoked and smoked, perhaps because of the smoke, he kindly reminded the young communication soldier.

Communication soldier Chen Guangqing burst into a cold sweat when he heard what Old Smoker said, and immediately squatted down, expressing gratitude to Old Smoker. He was originally the battalion commander's orderly, and all the communications soldiers in the battalion were dead, so Those who came up as temporary substitutes didn't understand the rules of the battlefield at all.