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"Brother, we belong to the 799th Regiment of the Sichuan Army. Where is your regiment leader?" Lin Xiaohou asked Yang Ling with his arms bandaged.
Yang Ling pointed to the trench full of corpses, with a gloomy expression on his face: "Commander Li Zhong was killed last night, and now there are only a dozen of us left in our regiment. I am the deputy company commander Yang Ling."
Immediately, Lin Xiaohou was in awe of the blood-soaked remnants of the 61st Division, and saluted them with a military salute.
Lin Xiaohou took out a crumpled piece of paper from his blood-stained pocket and handed it to Yang Ling. It was a handover order signed by the Central Route Army Command.
"Lin Xiaohou, head of the 133th Regiment of the 799rd Division, was ordered to take over your position! Please hand over!" Lin Xiaohou saluted Yang Ling and shouted loudly.
Yang Ling's expression turned serious, and he raised his chest and saluted and shouted loudly: "The 61st Regiment of the 361st Division has completed the task of holding on, and the position has not been lost. Now it is ordered to hand it over! Please ask the 799th Regiment to take over the position!"
Text Chapter 65 Sichuan Army
On October 61, 133, the [-]st Division, which fought bloody battles with the Japanese army on the front line of Yunzaobang for three days and nights, was ordered to withdraw from its position. ?
The 61st Division fought back and forth with the Ninth Division of the Japanese Army at Yunzaobang for three days and nights, fighting to the death without retreating. Among them, Li Zhong, the commander of the 361st Regiment, and Ji Weipei, the commander of the 365th Regiment, died heroically, and most of the troops were killed.
在第61师残部撤出阵地之时，同样鏖战数昼夜的第8师、第59师、第77师、第9o师因损失惨重相继撤出阵地，交由增援上来友军接防。
The weather was so gloomy that there seemed to be countless innocent souls who were unwilling to leave. The continuous fierce battles turned the battlefield into scorched earth, and the rotting corpses were too late to bury, emitting bursts of stench.
Old Smoker's shoulder was pierced by the devil's rifle, but fortunately the bullet did not stay in his body, and now he was hung by a bandage around his neck, his face heavy.
Soldiers of the Sichuan army wearing single clothes and straw sandals are busy on the positions full of corpses, repairing the positions that were dilapidated by the bombardment of the devils.
In this cold and humid Jiangnan area, there is no reinforced concrete, only simple trenches dug by civil engineering, and the artillery fire will immediately be torn apart. After each battle, they have to dig again in order to live for a few more hours. It is better than nothing. .
Xiong Dawu, the company commander of the third battalion and the first company, is the old rival of the old smoker, fighting for ammunition and food... Every time they meet, they will blow their beards and stare at each other, but now Xiong Dawu will never grab things with the old smoker again up.
His body was poked with several blood holes, and the blood had solidified and turned dark brown. The old smoker squatted beside the body, lit half of the cigarette and put it in Xiong Dawu's mouth.
"Old brother, it's good for you to leave now. You have fought with me all your life, and you will never have the chance to fight with me again..." Old Smoker muttered to himself while wiping Xiong Dawu's stained glass. The muddy and bloody face was choked with sobs in the end, and he stretched out his sleeves to wipe away his tears.
From Wusongkou to Yunzaobang, the old smoker watched his brothers fall under the guns of the devils. He didn't cry, but gritted his teeth and fought desperately with the devils.
And now that the last familiar brother had also left, the old smoker couldn't bear it anymore, and the tough man who didn't even frown at the devil's bullets shed tears without disappointment, his eyes were a little red and swollen.
Their 61st Division at Wusongkou was disabled, and only a few hundred people were left to shrink into a regiment. After three days and nights of bloody battles after being reorganized, they were all wiped out again. The vicious circle continued. The Songhu battlefield was like a melting pot of blood and fire. Countless fresh lives were swallowed into it.
The surviving soldiers were also rummaging through the corpses for their companions, and there were low-pitched weeping sounds from time to time, and the atmosphere was heavy.
Yang Ling pinched the pocket watch in the pocket of the leader Li Zhong in his hand, and remained silent for a long time. The mountains and rivers were tragic, and the voice of the leader Li Zhong echoed in his ears for a long time: Even if everyone is dead!You can't lose your position either!
"Brother Yang, you can't come back to life after death, so be careful." Lin Xiaohou, the head of the 799 Regiment, saw Yang Ling who was silent, and walked over to pat his shoulder to express his comfort.
Yang Ling took a deep breath and buried his sadness deep in his heart. He knew that this war was not over, and he, Yang Ling, would not stop fighting. This was a blood debt.
"Well, Brother Yang, can you not take the cannon you captured and leave it to us." Lin Xiaohou asked Yang Ling for his opinion, pointing to the [-]-type infantry cannon that was captured in the distance.
Seeing that Yang Ling didn't speak, Lin Xiaohou added: "I won't let you suffer, I can write you IOUs, as long as this battle is over, we will agree whether you want ocean or guns..."
Lin Xiaohou said that his voice became smaller and smaller in the end, and he looked at Yang Ling with an embarrassed look on his face. He also wanted to show Dayang, but they were too poor, and now they didn't have a copper coin on them.
But their entire regiment had eight light machine guns, and the rest of the soldiers were holding old Mausers and old sleeves made by Sichuan. Many rifling lines had been worn out, and the firepower was too weak, so they lowered their faces and begged Yang Ling.
Looking around, Yang Ling saw that it was late autumn, and the humid south of the Yangtze River was already very cold. These Sichuan soldiers who had traveled thousands of miles to the battlefield were still wearing worn-out single-clothes straw sandals, and they didn't even have water bottles. They used half bamboo tubes instead.
Looking at their tired bodies, his heart was trembling. Defending the country is not a slogan, but these poorly equipped soldiers are practicing it with their lives. His heart is getting heavier.
"Well, brother Yang, what do you think? You can even lend it to us." Although Lin Xiaohou, the head of the group, is the head of the group, but now after all, he has something to ask for, and he is a little humble.
They defended their home and country with their lives, but they had to lower their noble heads for weapons and ammunition.
Yang Ling raised his head, looked at the thin and dark captain in front of him, and said, "Captain Lin, they are all Chinese and beat devils, why bother to be so born, since you want to use it, just take it, anyway There is no need for us to retreat."
Lin Xiaohou didn't expect Yang Ling to be so straightforward, but he was a little embarrassed: "Well, brother Yang, we can't let you suffer, I will write an IOU, and we will return the new one to you when we seize it later."
Yang Ling waved his hand to stop it, and shouted at the old smokers: "Leave all the machine guns we seized to the brothers of the 799 regiment, let them fight devils!"
Lin Xiaohou was very simple and honest, he didn't know how to express his gratitude in the face of the huge surprise, but the rest of the Sichuan Army soldiers expressed their gratitude.
"You can rest assured that you will retreat and rest, as long as we are here, Little Japan will never want to step here!"
"I'm going to beat the little Japanese to pee his pants!"
"Hahaha, just don't pee your pants."
"I'm here to fight the national war, so I don't want to lose my pants."
These exhausted soldiers of the Sichuan Army guaranteed that there were bursts of laughter on the battlefield. They didn't know how cruel and bloody battles were waiting for them.
It was the first time for the soldiers of the Sichuan Army to set foot on the battlefield against the devil soldiers. They didn't know how powerful the devil soldiers were. They felt honored and excited, but Yang Ling couldn't be happy.
"Commander Lin, pay attention to artillery defense. Remember that the devil's attack is bombardment. The infantry charged and then bombarded..." After Yang Ling explained to Lin Xiaohou, he took the remnant soldiers and fled from the position full of their comrades.
The reason why Yang Ling wanted to escape was because he couldn't bear to watch these new soldiers from the Sichuan Army fall under the guns of the devils one by one. He had seen too many such tragic scenes, and he couldn't bear to watch them again.
Sometimes knowing the history is a very painful thing. Although the soldiers of the Sichuan Army were as high-spirited as newborn calves not afraid of tigers, Yang Ling knew that they would all give their lives in the end. He knew that the 799 regiment would fight until the end There are only eight people left in the group...
Yang Ling was in great pain. Although loyal bones were buried everywhere in the green hills, there was no need to return the corpses shrouded in horse leather, but watching these soldiers march forward and then fell to the ground after being shot.
Text Chapter 66 The Sad Fat Man
The gloomy sky was dark and dull, and the muddy road was full of troops withdrawn from the front line. Their black, smoky faces were full of depression and exhaustion, and the atmosphere was dull and depressing.
The broken flag was hanging on the bamboo pole, full of transparent holes, and the wounded soldiers supporting each other walked numbly and mechanically in the mud. The cold wind blew their dirty and blood-stained clothes, and the original color could no longer be distinguished.
The reinforcements newly arrived on the battlefield carried guns and lined up in a column, watching these tired and scarred friendly soldiers pass by them, their faces were curious, dignified, and so on.
The [-]rd, [-]th, [-]th and [-]st divisions of the Japanese army were concentrated in an attempt to forcibly cross Yunzaobang and carry out a breakthrough in the center. The advance of Tiantian was less than five miles, but the defenders also paid a heavy price and were almost wiped out.
Fatty Tian San leaned on a broken gun and stood beside the muddy road. Seeing countless wounded soldiers with missing arms and broken legs, moaning and being carried by stretchers, his heart became heavier.
"Brother, have you seen the people from our 61st Division?" The fat man grabbed the wounded soldier who was leaning on a wooden stick and asked for news about Yang Ling and the others.
The wounded soldier with a tired face shook his head helplessly, and kindly reminded: "You can go to the back and ask."
Fatty limped against the flow of wounded soldiers and kept pulling the retreating soldiers to inquire about the news of the 61st Division, but everyone shook their heads, and Fatty's heart sank slowly to the bottom.
You must still be alive, you must still be alive. Although the fat man knew that there was little hope, he still asked over and over again, with despair and tears in his voice: "Brother, have you seen the people from our 61st division?" ?”
Finally, a disabled soldier with a bandage around his neck stopped: "I belong to the 61st Division."
Fatty showed surprise on his desperate face, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. He grabbed the arm of the disabled soldier and asked excitedly: "Have you seen the people from the third battalion of the 361 regiment? How are they?" Is it? Did they withdraw too?"
Fatty was not a member of the 361st Regiment. He followed the old smoker and Yang Ling before he became a part of the [-]rd Battalion Supplementary Company. They fought side by side and shared life and death together and became an inseparable whole.
When Yang Ling and the others followed the regiment leader Li Zhong to counterattack, Fatty Tian San was left behind because of his butt injury and was unable to move. Before they left, Yang Ling and the others told Fatty that if they couldn't come back, they would let him retreat with the troops.