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

Yang Ling raised his foot and kicked Yang Dashu who was about to retreat quickly. Yang Dashu, who fell to the ground, was stunned by the kick. He didn't know what Yang Ling was up to.

The front was full of artillery fire, and shells continued to fall around the reeds. The dry reeds were crackling and burning, and black smoke filled the air.

The situation is now very critical, the devils have already broken through Yunzaobang, if they can't stop the devils, even if they want to retreat in broad daylight, they will not be able to escape the bombing of the devils' planes.

Yang Ling strode up to the tearful-eyed health captain Zhang Hongying, and said succinctly, "Captain Zhang, the situation is critical now. Your health team should quickly move back as far as you can."

"Yes, yes, the devils are coming, let's leave quickly." Deputy captain Lu Zitao hurriedly put the medicine box on the ground on his shoulders, and pulled Zhang Hongying to leave.

Lu Zitao is really afraid now, really regrets it, and wishes to leave this ghost place immediately, if he is really killed by the devil's bomb, he will have no place to cry if he wants to.

Regardless of Zhang Hongying and Lu Zitao who were pulling, Yang Ling took off the [-] rifle on his shoulder, pulled out the bright bayonet from the scabbard and put it on the latch, tidied up his wrinkled military uniform, and walked to the side Wu Jiang, the platoon leader who has been holding his arms and not speaking.

"Platoon Leader Wu, now the guard company will be handed over to you, protect them and withdraw safely."

Wu Jiang has a cold temper and doesn't like to talk. He raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ling's movements and guessed what he was going to do. After watching for a few seconds, he said: "I am also Chinese."

After Wu Jiang finished speaking, regardless of Yang Ling's surprised expression, he threw the water bottle and lunch box hanging on his body... all on the ground, leaving only three grenades and a rifle. His meaning was already obvious.

"Yang Dashu!"

"Company commander, company commander, I'm here." Yang Dashu hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling looked at the thick-skinned, cowardly guy in front of him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yang Dashu, can you complete the task with your brothers and send the health team back safely?"

Yang Dashu nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He was so grateful to Yang Ling in his heart that he finally didn't let him follow him to his death: "Company commander, don't worry, with me, Yang Dashu, the little devils don't want to hurt a single hair of them." !"

Yang Dashu's voice is full of spirit, as long as he stays away from this damn battlefield, as long as he can survive, Yang Dashu can't wait for more missions like this.

Yang Ling nodded, turned his head towards the sanitation team members and guard company soldiers who were cleaning up, and raised his voice: "Throw away unnecessary things, and evacuate quickly!"

"Yes, yes, withdraw quickly!" Yang Dashu echoed, eager to leave early.

At this moment, the artillery shells fell more intensively, and the devil's artillery was firing continuously, and the panic-stricken people hurried towards Dachang Town under the artillery fire.

Zhang Hongying was dragged away by Lu Zitao, turned her head to look, Yang Ling's thin back was advancing against the gunfire, and the platoon leader Wu Jiang followed closely behind, upstream, they were so lonely and brave, a tear rolled out eye sockets.

Yang Ling didn't like sympathy, nor did he like pity. Although he wanted to escape from the doomed battlefield countless times, every time the devils came, he couldn't help but want to rush forward, block the devils together with those bloody brothers, and hold on. In this land full of blood and tears, I thought he always remembered that he was a Chinese.

Yang Dashu was withdrawing with his people, looking back at Yang Ling and Wu Jiang who were rushing back against the gunfire from time to time, shaking his head and sighing, why he didn't want to live well, but to die, I really couldn't figure it out.

Text Chapter 78 Flesh and Flesh Frontline

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder and smoke, corpses littered the field, stumps and broken arms were scattered everywhere, broken bayonets, and broken butts of guns were everywhere. ??

In the trench, there was a thick layer of corpses, and the muddy water had turned into blood plasma. The soldiers on both sides who wrestled to death still maintained the desperate state before death, and now they had become stiff.

The Japanese army who crossed the river launched four or five large-scale charges against the Chinese defenders, but they were all repelled by the tenacious defenders. Due to insufficient ammunition and heavy casualties, the Japanese army had to suspend their attack and wait for the engineers to complete the construction of the pontoon bridge. , Let weapons and ammunition be transported from the opposite bank.

The first and second lines of defense on the right bank were captured by the Japanese army. The completely lost Chinese defenders were now unable to counterattack and could only stick to the third line of defense, hoping that the reinforcements from the rear could catch up before the large Japanese army crossed the river.

However, the hundreds of planes assembled by the Japanese army have been bombarding all the assembled squadrons indiscriminately. Many troops have lost more than half of them before they reach the battlefield. They have to disperse and hide during the day. With the loss of air supremacy, the Chinese defenders have become more and more difficult to hold on.

The devil's endless shelling finally came to an end, and the last attack before evening also stopped. Those devil soldiers with [-] rifles just like the tide receded, getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared from sight.

The entire defensive position has been incomplete. The devil's plane dropped bombs, 150mm heavy artillery, [-]-type infantry artillery, Sanqi artillery, grenades, mortars...

Almost all the traces of the devil's heavy weapons can be found on the ruined position. The trenches built collapsed and were repaired, and they were repaired and collapsed. In the end, the defenders didn't even have the manpower to repair the trenches.

They could only tearfully plug the gap with the corpses of their fallen comrades-in-arms, lie on the corpses, and shoot in the crater. Every inch of the land here is full of blood and broken flesh.

A few days ago, there were still people burying dead bodies, but now as more and more people died and fewer and fewer people lived, they no longer had the energy and strength to bury the bodies, and let the bodies rot and stink and become part of the soil.

With a bamboo basket in his hand, the old head of the cooking team rummaged through the bomb craters and corpses, and stuffed a pancake into someone who was still panting.

Old Wangtou is getting more and more relaxed now. A few days ago, their cooking squad was so busy that they didn't touch the ground. Every time the artillery fire stopped, he and the other cooking soldiers had to deliver food to the soldiers on the battlefield. Cooking meals for hundreds of people is really tiring.

Now he cooks less and less food, and people are almost dead. He cooks too much and no one eats it. Now he is carrying a small bamboo basket in his hand, with dozens of pancakes in it to complete his task.

"Old Wangtou, your pancakes are as hard as rocks, bring some hot ones up tomorrow." Unkempt Lao Li said while biting the pancakes.

Old Wang turned his head away, looked at Lao Li whose head was wrapped like a zongzi, and cursed: "It's good to eat some, why are you yelling, if I can't make it tomorrow, you will just wait and suffer." Be hungry."

A gloomy look flashed across Old Wang's face when he said this. There were originally about ten people in their cooking team, but in order to deliver food to the camp, almost all of them died after crossing the blockade. He didn't know if he would be able to deliver the food alive tomorrow. come up.

There were more and more living people on the battlefield. Old Wangtou searched for a long time among the corpses but failed to finish dividing the pancakes in the basket. He looked at the pile of corpses and shook his head helplessly.

Many people greeted and joked with him while eating pancakes yesterday, but today they are lying on the ground and can’t speak anymore. The old Wangtou has been a soldier all his life, and he has never seen such a miserable battle. Where is the war? It is clearly...

Old Wangtou put the basket on the ground, and stretched out his head to see what monster the devil was lying on the ground.

As soon as he stretched out his head, he felt a strong pull from his legs, and his body fell heavily into the muddy water of the trench. A bullet passed over the trench, and it burrowed into the corpse behind without fading. Poof sound.

"Old Wangtou, you are dying." Yang Ling pulled the old Wangtou off and scolded.

Old Wangtou looked at the clay figurine in front of him in shock, and then at the corpse with a bloody hole behind him, feeling his head go cold.

"Commander Yang, the devil has retreated, why..."

Yang Ling reached out to grab a pancake from the basket and stuffed it into his mouth. Without raising his head, he replied, "That's the devil's sharpshooter. He's hiding in the pile of corpses over there, specializing in black shooting."

Speaking of this, Yang Ling took a bite of the pancake, as if it was a devil sharpshooter.

Yang Ling really hated those devil sharpshooters who sneaked in and shot coldly. Most of them were veterans of devils with rich combat experience and good marksmanship. They liked to hide in the dark and shoot coldly.

Since Yang Ling entered this position, he knew at least a dozen Chinese soldiers were shot to death, and he hated and felt helpless about this.

These old devils are all wretched and scary, and their marksmanship is terrifyingly accurate. In addition, the [-] rifles in their hands are famous for their accuracy. In the hands of these old devils, they have become a sharp weapon for killing people.

Yang Ling really wanted to rush out of the trench and kill these old devils hiding in the dark, but it was very difficult for them to hold the trench, so how could they have the ability to rush out.

boom!

The sudden gunshot frightened Old Wang, and he hurriedly lay down on the ground, while Yang Ling said indifferently: "It's okay, one of us shot it."

The old Wangtou stood up, only to see a man crouching in the pile of corpses next to him, retreating into the trench with a gun at the moment.

"How about it, did you hit it?" Yang Ling asked while biting a pancake.

Wu Jiang was still as cold as ever, nodded silently, walked straight to the side of the bamboo basket, grabbed two pieces of pancakes with his dirty hands and put them in his mouth.

There was a smile on Yang Ling's face. This devil veteran has been nesting outside their camp for at least two days. He has rich experience and poor tactics. Yang Ling almost killed him several times, but he dodged him. This time His luck had finally run out.

The old Wang looked at Yang Ling for saving his life, and stuffed all the pancakes left in the basket to Yang Ling: "Take it and eat it. If you are full, you can beat devils."

After speaking, Old Wangtou carefully crawled over the bomb crater with an empty bamboo basket and disappeared into the darkness.

"Are you going to sleep first or should I go to bed first?" Seeing that the figure of the old Wangtou disappeared, Yang Ling turned his head and asked Wu Jiang where he was eating pancakes.