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

Holding the Czech light machine gun in his arms, Luo Dayong strode forward. The muzzle of the machine gun continuously spewed out flames. The bullets beat the devils who rushed towards him to the ground, and they fell to the ground in pieces. He heard The roar of the devil.

Bang!

A smoking melon grenade exploded next to Luo Dayong, his strong body was immediately blown away by the air wave, and hit the trench heavily, his brain roared, and he felt the pain in his body.

The death squads continued to charge forward, smashing grenades one after another. The devil's position was rumbling and shrouded in gunpowder smoke. Many devils were blown away. Facing such a violent bombing, they were a little dazed. They were all lying on the ground tightly, and the flying gravel and shrapnel rattled their helmets.

It was precisely because of this burst of grenade bombing that the firepower network in front of the devil's position suddenly stopped, and the charging troops took advantage of this gap to rush into the devil's first trench, but there were almost no living devils in the first trench Already, together with their machine guns, they were blown to pieces long ago.

Yang Ling continued to run forward, with the whistling cold wind blowing in his ears. While running, he threw grenades one after another at the devil's firepower point. The precise bombing caused the devil's machine gun, which was pouring bullets, to misfire continuously.

The bullets grazed Yang Ling's scalp and flew around. He threw the last bullet into the devil's trench, and his body was already rolling towards the trench next to him. The shooting star in the sky is beautiful and perishable.

The charging troops have rushed into the devil's position, and amidst the smoke of the explosion, the devil has already greeted him with a bayonet, like two mad bulls colliding fiercely, with the sound of the bayonet piercing into the flesh It rang out one after another, making it especially creepy in the cold night.

Watching the troops rush in along the passageway they blasted, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were some losses due to the connection, this is a war, and losses are inevitable. Since he chose to pick up the gun, he has already Prepared to die at any time.

There are swaying figures everywhere on the battlefield, roaring and fighting everywhere, this is cruel hand-to-hand combat, when you meet on a narrow road, you die or you live, everyone uses all their strength to put the other party to death, the bayonet sees Blood, deadly, unreserved.

Luo Dayong was stunned by the bombing. He staggered out of the trench and saw that the soldiers on both sides had been strangled together. Before he could react, a ferocious ghost soldier threw him to the ground.

"I hate your grandma!" The bayonet pierced into Luo Dayong's body with a cold light, and the severe pain woke him up. Wolves are down-to-earth, strong and well-pressed.

The devil soldier was thrown into a daze, and before he could react, Luo Dayong grabbed the bayonet from the devil's hand and stabbed it hard, not caring that the blood on his chest stained the military uniform, he kept stabbing the devil's body, After being stabbed fifteen times, the devil was already dead, so he leaned against the trench and gasped for breath.

Yang Ling wrestled with a devil whose head was bleeding. Facing this devil soldier who was as fierce as a wounded beast, Yang Ling almost capsized in the gutter, but he pinched the devil soldier's neck with his backhand and directly crushed his Adam's apple.

Three devil soldiers besieged the regiment leader Li Zhong ferociously. Li Zhong roared again and again, with scars constantly increasing on his body. Several soldiers who came up to help were stabbed to death by the devil.

Seeing that the leader Li Zhong was in danger, the old smoker charged forward with his hunched body, and the butt of his gun hit the devil's helmet fiercely, knocking one devil to the ground, but his The lower rib was also stabbed by the devil, and he rolled in the trench painfully clutching the wound.

In the cold and dark night, the hot blood gusts, the devils in the first trench and the second trench were wiped out by these Chinese officers and soldiers in just a few minutes, and the reinforcements came up densely. is swooping towards this side.

"Kill and change!" Lieutenant Guizi raised his saber high and shouted towards the melee position. Behind him were countless ghost soldiers wearing steel helmets.

boom!

A bloody arrow shot out of Lieutenant Guizi's head, and he fell straight into the mud pit holding his saber. In the darkness in the distance, Luo Ziqiang, who likes to shoot cold guns, was lying on the dead man's heap, pulling the bolt to eject the cartridge case, and started again. Pushing and loading, the muzzle moved and aimed at a Devil machine gunner.

Text Chapter 56 Dawn

The night gradually receded, the sky in the distance turned fish-belly white, and a faint mist rose up, making the field of vision hazy.

The humid air was mixed with a strong smell of blood, it seemed that the air could even squeeze out blood.

The right bank of Huanzaobang, where the fierce battle lasted all night, was dead silent, with piles of corpses intertwined layer upon layer, including ghost soldiers in khaki military uniforms and Chinese soldiers in gray clothes.

At this moment, they all turned into cold corpses, lying messily on the damp ground.

The old smoker had a long dream. He dreamed that he was riding a tall horse and wearing a big red flower dress to return home. It was so beautiful and magnificent. A cold autumn wind brought the old smoker back to reality.

He felt a little cold all over his body, opened his eyes, saw the gray sky, smelled gunpowder smoke in his nose, and realized that he was still lying on the cold battlefield. It's just a dream.

The old smoker closed his eyes again, hoping to return to the dream, unwilling to face this cruel reality, but the dream was a dream after all, and he could never go back when he woke up. How comfortable it is to live in a dream like this, he must be woken up.

Cursing God in his heart, he propped up his right hand and sat up, and found himself sitting in the muddy pond of the trench, with the corpses of two devil soldiers next to him, already swollen.

He felt some pain in his lower ribs, and then remembered that he was stabbed with a devil's bayonet during the hand-to-hand fight last night, but the incision was not deep, and the blood had already coagulated, so he finally did not lose too much blood and die.

There was no more noise on the battlefield, and the dead silence was terrible. The old smoker reached out and touched a gun to support himself to stand up. The deep trench blocked his sight and he could not see anything. He had to climb out of the devil's corpse trenches.

After climbing out of the trench, his vision became much wider, and he could see the flat position at a glance. He was the first to see the blue sky and white sun flag slanted on the ground. The big hole stood alone on the ground.

The ground with a radius of more than 300 meters around the dilapidated flag was full of corpses. Many of them maintained the posture before death, wrestled with the devils, and finally died together. The dark red blood flowed from the wound and stained the uniform. Tragic.

The old smoker saw Luo Dayong, the platoon leader of his company. This time the kid finally ran out of luck, lying in the trench, holding his Czech light machine gun that he didn't want to let go. Transformed, the corpses of several devils lay beside him, and the bayonet glowing coldly was still stuck in Luo Dayong's chest.

Seeing the brother who had been with him day and night died tragically under the devil's bayonet, the old smoker's eyes shimmered, as if venting his anger, he stretched out his foot and kicked the devil's corpse in front of him, cursing: "Little devil! I will kick you to death!"

It wasn't until he kicked the devil's body into the trench that Old Smoker sat down on the ground in a slump. He was dead. He was still alive, but living was worse than being dead, and he had to endure pain and sorrow.

He took out half a pack of cigarettes from a devil, lit it in front of the smoky tree stump, and smoked it against the devil's corpse. He has fought four or five battles since he entered the Songhu battlefield.

The whole division was wiped out and reorganized. Now it is almost dead again. He is still alive. From Wusongkou to the right bank of Changzaobang, he retreated all the way and died all the way. Everyone he knew was dead, and the old smoker didn’t bother. Backed away again.

Now that they are all dead, then he will guard this position, and death will be a hundred. Just like what Yang Ling told him back then, when China is so big that there is always no way out, facing the broken mountains and rivers, someone must stand up and fight hard. To rush forward and bleed desperately, someone must stand up and support the backbone of this nation.

The old smoker felt that he did not have the ability to support the nation's backbone, and he was not that material. The only thing he could do was fight devils with his old life, and he wanted to be an upright hero once in his life. Thinking of this, he immediately I feel so proud in my heart, it seems that death is not such a terrible thing.

The embers of the cigarette caught between his fingers had burned to the fingers of the old smoker. He raised his hand and took a sharp puff, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and grabbed the rifle beside him to check the ammunition. He was about to kill himself Throw your life on this position.

"Who?!"

The old smoker heard a rustling sound not far away, like a mouse, he pulled the gun with a clatter, raised the rifle in his hand and aimed it in the direction of the sound, his dirty face Full of tension, I'm afraid it's an undead devil.

A gray hat emerged from the pile of corpses. Under the slightly curved brim, the old smoker could clearly see the wretched and frightened face, and he put down the rifle in his hand.

"Li Mazi, you are still alive."

The old smoker's tone was mixed with joy. He thought that he was the only one left on the battlefield to die alone, but he didn't expect to have a companion.

Li Mazi was originally a member of the Death Squad, but in the fierce battle last night, facing the heavy bullets from the devils, he flinched, and did not dare to rush up with the Death Squad to open a gap. He timidly came over to check the situation.

"Company commander." Li Mazi was also very happy to see that Old Smoker was still alive, and walked over in three steps at a time.

"You kid is really lucky. You don't even have a wound on your body. I was stabbed by the devil again."

The old smoker looked enviously at Li Mazi who was completely intact, and spoke jealously.

Li Mazi felt guilty, smiled embarrassingly, quickly changed the subject, and asked, "Commander, everyone is dead, what shall we do next?"

"Who said they were all dead? Isn't I still alive? You are also alive. We paid such a high price to regain the position, so we have to hold on!"

"I said Company Commander, the two of us are not enough for devils to get between our teeth. Let's run away. Everyone is dead. We don't want to fight devils here."

The old smoker showed sullen anger on his face: "Are you fucking Chinese, the gun in your hand is a fire stick or something, you know how to escape, can you escape for a lifetime?!"

"As long as we still have breath, the devil will never want to hold this position! Even if we are only two people left, we will have two teeth of the devil!"

The more the old smoker talked, the more excited he became, making Li Mazi wonder if he was in a daze.

Yang Ling felt that his whole body was cold, and the surroundings were dark. He heard the sound of the old smoker coming into his ears from afar. He lifted the devil's corpse that was pressing on him and sat up, with dirt and debris all over his body. fall.

Text Chapter 57 Responsibilities of the Living

The cool wind swept over the withered and yellow treetops, blowing away the strong and choking bloody smell, and finally breathing became much smoother and more relieved.

The dead have a home for the dead, and the living naturally have a place for the living.