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

The devils who were rushing forward did not expect that there would be a fire attack behind them at all. The devil soldiers who were rushing forward were killed and many of them were killed immediately. Started pouring bullets.

The ferocious bullets burst into clouds of blood mist on the devil's back, and the devil's offensive formation suddenly became chaotic, and they were caught off guard.

The devil soldiers hurriedly lay down on the ground, but they had the second company and the third company in front of them, and Yang Ling's attack behind them, and they were immediately caught in a double attack. The bullets on both sides intertwined to form a firepower net, covering the devils in it.

Devils kept getting hit by bullets and rolled to the ground, and Second Lieutenant Matsui screamed angrily, watching the Chinese squadron that appeared from nowhere behind him being crushed by bullets and unable to lift their heads up.

"Hello grenade!" Yang Ling pulled off the string of the grenade, and threw it towards the devil lying on the ground. The grenade exploded before it hit the ground. In the middle, it caused huge damage immediately.

"Fight!" The rest of the soldiers holding grenades heard Yang Ling's call, and threw all the grenades at the devil one after another. The explosion produced a chain reaction, and the explosion continued, just like beautiful fireworks, instantly killing all the devils. It was covered.

More than 20 grenades exploded continuously within a radius of less than 50 meters, which immediately knocked the little devils into a daze. The other little devils in the attacking direction also saw the explosion here, and hurriedly lay down on the ground in fright.

The gunpowder smoke cleared, and more than 50 little devils had all been thrown on the ground. The devils who were injured and not dead were wriggling on the ground, their flesh and blood being blown up, looking horrible.

Lieutenant Matsui escaped from Yang Ling's hands several times, but this time he didn't have such good luck again. His stomach was cut open by the explosive film, and blood kept oozing out. He stretched out his hands to try to block the blood back , But the strength is getting weaker and weaker, watching countless Chinese soldiers with big knives striding towards them.

"Kill them all." Yang Ling picked up the bayonet and stabbed it fiercely at the little devil wriggling on the ground. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, and Yang Ling's face was spattered with blood.

Seeing Yang Ling killing people as decisively as killing a pig, hearing the little devil howl like killing a pig, all the soldiers following Yang Ling shuddered in unison, damn, what a cruel person.

The old smoker and the others have long been used to it, and they have almost never survived in Yangling anyway. Every time he is a dead little devil, he will make up for it. Holding the bayonet and began to clean up the devils, the bayonet pierced into the body and made a puffing sound, which made the people in the company gasp and feel panicked.

Many people couldn't bear to see these wounded and struggling devil soldiers being stabbed to the ground one by one, turning their heads away, couldn't bear to see the bloody scene.

"These five wounded devils are left to your company." But Yang Ling wanted them to learn to be ruthless to the enemy, otherwise they would be the ones who would die.

Xiong Dawu usually sees the five big and three rough, and kills a lot of devils, but if he is asked to bayonet the wounded devils to death, he still can't do it, and hastily waved his hands to avoid it, unwilling to do such a job.

Perhaps the injured devils also realized that they were doomed, and struggled even harder. One devil grabbed a melon grenade in his hand and was about to detonate it.

boom!

Yang Ling's gun rang out, and the devil's hand holding the grenade fell limply, and the grenade rolled and fell into the mud pit.

"Damn, little devil!" Seeing that the little devil almost detonated the grenade and killed himself, Xiong Dawu was suddenly enraged, grabbed the bayonet and stabbed it down. He stabbed all five devils by himself, as if Like crazy.

Seeing Xiong Dawu assassinate the devil without hesitation, Yang Ling showed a smile on his face. The Chinese are too kind to the wolves who broke into their homes. They hurt themselves but want to forgive the other party. Human nature, if you don't kill him once, he will come again, as long as you kill them ruthlessly, so that they are scared, so as to prevent future troubles forever.

Text Chapter 50 The Position Falls

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the cold and damp Yunzaobang area was shrouded in mist and mist. The wet ground had become muddy due to trampling back and forth.

The old smoking gun was drenched, his gray military uniform had turned a dark color, water beads dripped down the hem of his clothes onto his mud-covered legs, muddy water poured into his shoes along the hem of his trousers, and he was wet .

His hunched body was running in the torrential rain, his feet stepped on the muddy puddle, the muddy water splashed, and he rushed into a house with only three bare walls left.

The house is a typical Jiangnan Hui style building, with white walls and gray tiles, which has a historical atmosphere, but was bombed back and forth by Devil planes, a big hole was broken in the roof, and the rain kept pouring down, one wall collapsed in half, and the other was bare. The three white walls were also blackened by gunpowder smoke.

The place near the corner was not drenched by rain, a fire was burning, and the lunch box seized from the devil was hung on the fire, the inside of the lunch box was steaming and bubbling, and the air was filled with the smell of millet porridge. Fragrance.

Yang Ling and the few surviving members of Supplementary Company were sitting around the fire, staring at the lunch box, waiting for the millet porridge to be cooked, and then to fill their hungry stomachs.

"Damn it, it rained as soon as it started, and I'm completely soaked." The old smoker rushed out of the rain to this dry place, took off his dripping hat, and cursed.

"Yo, the boiled millet porridge." The old smoker wrung out the water stains from his wet hat, spread it out again and put it on his head. When he turned around and saw the steaming millet porridge, he suddenly had an old face. Become cheerful.

The old smoker found a neutral position and got down. While twisting his wet clothes, he smiled and asked, "Where did you get the millet porridge?"

"The fat man took it out of someone else's rice jar." Luo Dayong pointed to the fat man Tian San who was lying on the ground and replied.

Although the fat man has a wound on his butt, he never forgets to look for food wherever he goes, and those who rummaged through boxes and boxes never came back empty-handed.

Yang Ling and the others were lucky. This family might have been in too much haste when they escaped. The millet in the rice jar was not exhausted, and there was still some left at the bottom.

Drinking a hot meal of millet porridge in this rainy weather is a treat for the soldiers on the battlefield. The old smoker couldn't wait to reach out to grab the lunch box, but it was very hot, and his hands Shrunk back.

The rice porridge was cooking, and the remnant soldiers around the fire were swallowing their saliva. Obviously, on this battlefield, millet porridge was more delicious than any delicacies from mountains and seas, and it was much better than eating hard multigrain cakes.

"What did the group say?" Yang Ling raised his head and asked the old smoker while stirring the lunch box with a cleaned wooden stick so that the rice porridge would not stick to the pot.

Hearing Yang Ling speak, the salivating soldiers all turned their eyes to Old Smoker, waiting for his answer.

The old smoker's joy at watching the rice porridge was wiped out by the questioning, and his old face drooped: "The regiment leader said that the whole regiment will counterattack after nightfall, and we must regain the position."

Hearing the old smoker's words, several people fell silent, and their faces became a little dignified. They knew what counterattack meant, and the atmosphere in the air became a little dignified.

"A man is dead and a bird is up to the sky. He will not die for thousands of years. If he counterattacks, he will counterattack. I am afraid of being a bird. Anyway, I have killed enough devils, and I will make money after I die." Luo Dayong was the first to speak after being silent. Many strong men will never return pride.

The position of their 361 regiment fell in the morning, and the devils filled in a brigade of troops in order to conquer their position.

Faced with the bombing of the Devils' planes, grenades, mortars, and heavy machine guns, the 361st Regiment, which had already suffered heavy losses, fought desperately, but could not stop the assault of the Devils' infantry, and finally retreated due to heavy losses.

After the devils conquered the position, they were going to continue to advance, but a sudden heavy rain delayed the attack of the devils, and it also gave the retreating officers and soldiers of the 361st regiment time to breathe.

The arrival of the heavy rain caused the devil's plane to lie down, and the sky was finally clear. The devil had just conquered the position and was also stepping up time to consolidate to prevent the squadron from counterattacking and drive them back to the north bank again. Therefore, the two sides fell into a trap. A brief truce.

Looking at the pouring rain outside, Yang Ling frowned. Although the rain slowed down the movement of the little devil's artillery and affected their plane's take-off, their light and heavy machine guns, mortars, and grenades were still powerful.

The 361 regiment couldn't even defend against the devil's attack, but now they had to counterattack. The difficulty was not ordinary, and he knew it would definitely be another bloody battle.

"Whether he retaliates or not, let's talk when we are full." The old smoker also saw it, his life was no longer his own.

If Yang Ling hadn't led them out of the occupied area, they would have been reimbursed long ago. Anyway, they couldn't escape death anyway. It's better to ride a donkey to read the libretto, and take a step at a time.

"With the cover of the heavy rain and the night, we may not be able to regain our position." Yang Ling spoke, comforting the anxious people a little.

"Come, come, eat enough to beat devils." Li Mazi was the most active, carefully took off the lunch box from the fire, and prepared to eat.

The millet porridge was steaming hot, filled with a delicate fragrance, which aroused the gluttons in the stomachs of the remnant soldiers. Six people shared a lunch box of porridge, which was not too much, but they all ate with relish, because they knew that this might be their last meal. Now, whether we can see the dawn of tomorrow is still unknown.

The few survivors were all veterans who had experienced bloody battles. They didn't need to be told, and immediately after eating, they began to check their weapons and ammunition, preparing for the fight at night.

Their weapons have now all been replaced with all [-] big cover rifles. The original Hanyang-made rifles and Zhongzheng rifles have been abandoned because they have no bullets.

Ammunition is always an important reason for restricting their combat effectiveness. They killed and wounded many little devils in the previous battles, and captured a lot of them. Otherwise, they would have to fight the devils with fire sticks in the night battle.

The heavy rain stopped in the evening, and a rainbow hung in the sky. It was dazzling in this smoky battlefield, but Yang Ling and the others didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, and they were stepping on the mud to gather.

Fatty Tian San's ass was scratched by the devil's bayonet, and it was difficult to walk, so they left Tian San in that shabby house. If they didn't regain the devil's position and didn't come back tomorrow, let Tian San run for his life Well, there is no need to die here.

After a day and night of fierce fighting in the entire 361 regiment, there are now less than 300 people who can stand and hold guns. Their tired bodies are now in the mud, and it seems that a gust of wind can blow them down, but Yang Ling knows that as long as the charge horn sounds, their thin The body will burst out with powerful strength, which will last until death.

Text Chapter 51 Expendables!

The head of the regiment, Li Zhong, stood solemnly on the steps of the dilapidated house. After repeated fierce battles, his uniform was no longer straight, and its folds were dirty and covered with muddy water, which was very different from the majestic image in the past. ?

There were more than 300 scarred and exhausted bodies standing under the steps. They looked at the unkempt regiment leader standing on the steps. They didn't laugh, and all of them stood quietly, with respect in their eyes.