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

Damn, it smells so good, Luo Dayong shrugged his nose, he smelled the smell of stewed meat from the air, swallowed his saliva, he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, the smell of meat aroused the glutton in his stomach .

Luo Dayong was smelling the smell of meat and wanted to eat meat, but Yang Ling was not idle. His eyes were observing the devil's defense with the occasional flash of light in the sky.

Just from the naked eye, he found at least six light machine guns and two [-] trial heavy machine guns arranged on the defense line. If the battle started, they must be knocked out first, otherwise it would cause great casualties to the charging troops.

Fortunately, Li Zhong, the regiment leader, equipped them with dozens of grenades before leaving. Yang Ling reckoned that it would not be difficult to kill the devil's vitality.

As time passed by, Li Zhong, the leader standing in the depression, seemed a little anxious. He didn't know whether the death squad had reached the attack position. If the death squad couldn't open a passage, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties if they charged.

Li Zhong reached out and took out the pocket watch from his pocket. With a click, the cover of the watch popped up to reveal the regularly moving hands inside. With the flash of light, he saw clearly that it was a quarter to nine o'clock.

Unable to wait any longer, Li Zhong closed his pocket watch and put it back into his pocket, pulled the bolt of the gun with a bang, and greeted the counterattack soldiers nestled in the depression: "Action!"

More than 300 people stood up from the depression with their guns in their hands, leaning forward to touch the devil's camp not far away. There was a sound of dense footsteps, mixed with the sound of impact and the muffled sound of slipping and falling to the ground.

Text Chapter 54 Dark Night Counterattack

Lying in the wet mud made Luo Dayong feel uncomfortable all over. He twisted his muscular body uneasily, his eyes flicked to the back of Heigulongdong from time to time, but he was muttering in his heart, how could the counterattack battle not start yet? Could something be wrong?

The cold night wind blew past, and the wet death squads shuddered in unison, feeling the chill on their backs. It is already October, and the humid Jiangnan area is even more gloomy and cold. ?

While waiting anxiously, the death squads finally heard some noises coming from the darkness behind them, the noises were rapidly amplified in the eardrums, there were footsteps, and there were also dull impact sounds, which seemed extraordinarily strange in such a dark night unexpected.

Yang Ling sighed slightly when he heard the voice behind him. The squadron of this era is not like the army of later generations. They have undergone all kinds of strict training to keep them absolutely quiet during night raids. It is not easy, and it is often discovered when the enemy is far away.

Yang Ling picked up the cold [-]-cap rifle, took aim at the ghost sentinel shaking not far in front of him, then gently pulled the bolt to load it, put his fingers on the trigger, and held his breath God, adjust your own breathing rhythm.

More than 300 people trotted in the direction of the little devil in the dark. The fragments hanging on their bodies shook accordingly, making a dull collision sound. Their feet waded through the mud pond, and the muddy water splashed. Some people looked nervous and breathed a little short.

The devil's sentinel stopped walking back and forth, stood on tiptoe with the [-]-cap rifle in his hand, and looked into the darkness with a serious face. He listened attentively, and heard a voice.

The sound of guns and shells in the north accumulated even more, and the tracer ballistics crossed the night sky and smashed down fiercely. The flash of the explosion flashed suddenly, and the devil sentry on the battlefield finally saw clearly the darkness in the night with the two-second flash. Many Chinese soldiers were running towards their positions with guns in hand.

After being stunned for two seconds, the devil sentry immediately reacted, turned his head and opened his mouth towards the devil soldiers sitting around the fire behind him, but it was only limited to opening his mouth, and he hadn't made any sound yet. There was a bang.

The bullet sank into the back of his neck, and there was a dull sound. Blood spewed out from the mouth of the Devil Sentinel. As if his body had exhausted his strength, he collapsed fearlessly and fell into the trench full of mud and water.

The sound of the gun pierced the tranquility of the night, and the ghost soldiers sitting around the fire fell down on the ground like frightened rabbits, and the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun could be heard in the air.

Li Zhong also heard the gunshots in front of him, knowing that his whereabouts had been exposed, he waved his hands violently without hesitation, and shouted: "Brothers, take back the position! Go!"

"Come on!"

More than 300 soldiers roared in unison, and rushed towards the devil's line of defense with their rifles in hand, with momentum like a rainbow.

The devil's machine gunner turned pale with fright, hurriedly got up from the ground, rushed towards the machine gun they set up on the bunker, and pulled the trigger without hesitation in the darkness.

Da da da, da da da,

The scorching bullets turned into countless tracer lines in the dark night and shot towards the darkness. When they hit the muddy pond, the muddy water splashed, and when they fell into the muddy ground, they made a dull puffing sound. The brakes were slammed, and they all lay down on the ground, and began to pull the bolt to return fire.

The devil's machine gunners began to pour bullets into the darkness, and the soldiers of the 361 regiment who charged couldn't lift their heads. The only two machine guns in the regiment also began to fight back, attracting the devil's firepower. Suddenly, the dark night was like beans bursting, and the noise became louder.

Yang Ling and the other death squads were lurking relatively close to the devil's defense line, and the whizzing bullets kept passing over their heads, turning into streamers and disappearing into the darkness behind them. They heard screams of pain from behind, there should be someone Being hit.

Under the cover of the sound of gunfire, the death squads clutching a large number of grenades kept crawling towards the devil's defense line. At this moment, they didn't care about the mud covered all over their bodies. Flaming devil machine gun.

Yang Ling yanked the three grenade matchlocks tied together, and a puff of green smoke came out. After a delay of three seconds, he raised his hand and threw it into a devil's machine gun position.

boom!

The sound of the explosion was deafening, and the Devil's machine gun, which was spitting out flames into the darkness, was instantly blown into a pile of parts. Yang Ling lowered his head, letting the gravel and sand fall all over his body.

Yang Ling threw the grenade like a signal, and the rest of the death squads with grenades in their hands also touched in front of their targets. The roar of the devil's machine gun was covered by the rumbling explosion, and the devil's light and heavy machine guns collectively misfired.

Li Zhong, the head of the regiment, lay on the ground and waited for the actions of the death squads. When he saw the devils' light and heavy machine guns lying on the ground, his tense face suddenly became agitated. He stood up again and shouted: "Come on!"

More than 300 soldiers got up together and rushed towards the devil's defense line where there were only sporadic rifles returning fire. Bullets flew in the air, and people kept being shot and fell to the ground, but now no one cares so much, take down the devil's position important.

A large number of ghost soldiers reacted quickly when they heard the sound of guns and artillery. They hurried out of the tent and rushed towards this side with guns in their hands, but most of them were riflemen.

Yang Ling pulled the bolt of the gun and pulled the trigger to shoot the jumping devils, while pulling Sangzi and shouting at Luo Dayong: "Luo Dayong, fight!"

Luo Dayong pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a shuttle of bullets flew directly towards the densely packed devils in the distance. The scorching bullets hit the body and made a puffing sound, and the devils who rushed to the front were immediately knocked down four or five.

Luo Dayong stretched out his hand to pull out the magazine and threw it on the ground after firing a magazine. He replaced the magazine with a new magazine. With his shoulder on the butt of the gun, he pulled the trigger. His body was shaken by the huge recoil, but he Laughing, because he saw several more devils being knocked to the ground.

da da da da da

The devil's machine gun rang again, and a stream of streamers flew towards Luo Dayong's direction. The bullets were beautiful and dazzling with tracers. Luo Dayong was not in the mood to appreciate the deadly streamer at the moment, so he hurriedly lowered his head, poof Puff puff, the bullet splattered flesh and blood from the corpse standing in front of him, splashing all over Luo Dayong's body.

Several machine guns from the devil's reinforcements roared at the same time, and the bullets formed a firepower net like water splashing towards the charging troops. Puffs of blood mist rose up, were beaten into a sieve, and then fell into a pool of blood.

"Fuck your grandma!" Luo Dayong saw this scene, his eyes were shattered, he got up, grabbed the machine gun and started to pull the trigger, but before the bullets were finished, the devil's machine gun suppressed it again, and he had to Lie down again.

Under the slightly curved brim, Yang Ling's face hidden in the darkness showed no expression at all. He had expected the devil's equipment to be strong, so he took aim at the devil's machine gunner who was pouring bullets.

Snapped!

The devil's machine gunner was shot in the forehead, leaving a blood hole the size of a thumb. The extremely penetrating 6.5mm bullet directly shattered his skull. His head tilted, and the roaring machine gun stopped.

At almost the same time as Yang Ling fired, Luo Ziqiang and others who stayed behind to aim at the devil's machine gunner all pulled the trigger. In a flash, only one machine gun was still rattling, and the rest were all fired. Misfiring.

Text Chapter 55 Melee Combat

"Brothers, charge with me!" Li Zhong, the head of the regiment, roared, and charged forward against the flying bullets with his chest out, as if death was at home. ?? ??

"Kill the devil!"

In the smoke of the explosion, the shriveled bodies burst out with unprecedented courage. They knew that rushing up would be death, but they had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush up, using roars to cover up their inner fear.

The Japanese soldiers were lying in the trenches and bunkers, constantly pulling the bolts and shooting. The bullets interweaved a dense firepower net in front of the position. The bodies of all the assault soldiers who touched the firepower net were smashed into sieves, blood windy.

Yang Ling turned around and watched the soldiers rushing into the devil's firepower network one after another. They were shot and fell to the ground one after another. He punched the mud angrily. Why did he charge now? !Why not wait for their death squads to take away the heavy firepower of the devils before rushing? !

But now there were gunshots and roars everywhere, and the explosion kicked up a large amount of earth and rocks, hitting the body. No one could answer Yang Ling's question, only the scream of death.

"Throw all the grenades out for me!" Yang Ling was yelling, he was very angry, obviously the casualties could be reduced, even if they waited another 3 minutes, no, in 2 minutes, they could kill the devil's heavy firepower, but the troops insisted on charging at this time , disrupting their rhythm.

The old smoker kept wrapping the grenades in his hands, bundled them into a bundle, propped himself on the ground with one hand, and threw them into the devil's trench with all his strength.

The lethality of four or five grenade explosions is astonishing. With a muffled bang, the tyrannical air wave mixed with sharp shrapnel swings towards the surroundings, tearing everything along the way to pieces. The brunt was immediately swept away, causing heavy casualties.

The gravel and earth sprayed everywhere splashed the death squads all over, and the troops behind had already rushed up. They must have the courage to die, and they must make a way out.

The death squads rushed forward amidst the rain of bullets, throwing grenades one by one vigorously, the flashes of the explosion reflected their bodies trembling from the bullets, and the blood was dazzling.

Li Mazi lay on the ground and watched the daredevils rush forward one by one, and was hit by the devil's bullet and fell to the ground. His hand holding the rifle was shaking, his legs were a little weak, and he couldn't even stand up. When he got up, he just hugged his head and lay down on the ground, as if he wanted to bury his head in the soil and never come out.