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

"You keep watch for the first half of the night, and I will keep watch for the second half of the night." Wu Jiang said after a moment of silence.

"Okay." Yang Ling said, grabbed the rifle, loaded it with bullets, and carefully climbed up to the trench, lying among the piles of corpses, and was in charge of guarding at night.

The devils' attacks were not regular. They usually attacked under the cover of aircraft artillery fire during the day, but since they came to the position, they had also encountered several night attacks, so Yang Ling and the others did not dare to take it lightly in order to survive.

Yang Ling originally thought that they would evacuate when the reinforcements came up, but when the reinforcements came up, they died one by one, and they were stuck here, unable to leave at all.

Text Chapter 79 Fierce Battlefield

The shining stars in the night sky were scattered all over the vast and deep space. Yang Ling looked at the deep space, his bloodshot eyes were colorless and gray. ??

Yang Ling felt that he had become a numb and soulless walking dead. The only difference from those piled up corpses on the ground was that he could still breathe.

The devils had completely gained a firm foothold on the right bank of Yunzaobang. Yan's house on the left wing fell in the afternoon, and more than 1000 people from the Tax Police Headquarters guarding there were all killed.

The Temple of Enlightenment and the house of the Sheng family also fell one after another. The No. 20 Army of the Sichuan Army in charge of the position fought bloody battles for seven days and nights. When they withdrew from the position, more than 8000 people were killed and injured, almost all of them were wiped out.

The devil's assault troops had already advanced to the area between Zoumatang and Dachang Town, where the sound of guns and artillery continued day and night, and the fierce fighting had become fierce.

The fierce battle in March has reached the final moment, both the defenders and the devils have already killed their eyes. From Dachang Town to Luodian in the north, and then to the right bank of Yunzaobang, there are scorched earth and flesh and blood everywhere. battlefield.

The Chinese defenders have no order to retreat and can only fight back and forth with the devils on the ground. There are no more generals and soldiers. Everyone is desperately fighting. There was not even a living officer in the position, and the surviving soldiers were still resisting tenaciously.

The devils also exerted their fearless spirit to the extreme. Under the cover of artillery fire, they charged fiercely, like wild beasts baring their fangs, charging endlessly without an order to retreat.

Facing the bombardment of devils and the Bushido spirit of fearing death, the defenders with sparse firepower could not carry out effective defense at all, and could only engage in close-to-face hand-to-hand combat and start hand-to-hand combat.

However, the defenders in hand-to-hand combat still do not have any advantage. Although the devils are short in stature, they are more powerful, and they fight very hard. The sallow and emaciated Chinese defenders often have to pay the price of two or three people to fight off a devil soldier. Every hand-to-hand fight is over. , the position will pile up a new layer of corpses, and the battle is extremely fierce.

The battle on the right bank of Yunzaobang has turned into a repeated tug-of-war. During the day, the devils seize positions under the cover of aircraft and cannons. At night, the squadron organizes death squads to take them back. Many positions have changed hands several times. Like a mountain, bleeding and floating.

Yang Ling felt that he was lucky, he was still able to catch his breath and was still alive, and the brothers who fought side by side with him had changed one after another. At the beginning, he still remembered the names of some people, but now many of them died in the Before him, he didn't even know the name of the other party.

He didn't bother to ask now, he was going to die anyway, there was no big difference between knowing the other person's name and not knowing the other person's name.

Yang Ling was only relieved that the platoon leader Wu Jiang was still alive. The head of this taciturn man was cut by shrapnel and wrapped in blood-stained gauze. The blood and mud left on his face had dried up and turned into a blur.

The old Wang of the cooking class was sleeping curled up on the left side of Yang Ling with a gun in his arms. He no longer cooks.

Yang Ling didn't know how long this battle would last. At first he remembered the time, but now there is no fierce battle day and night. Who knows what month it will be. The only thing worth waiting for is to hope that the troops who change defenses will come sooner.

Kacha - the silver case jumped up briskly. Yang Ling wiped the dirt on the dial, and saw the rhythmically rotating hands through the flash. At nine o'clock in the evening, the reinforcements still hadn't come up.

He covered the watch case and put the pocket watch back into his pocket. It was the pocket watch of Li Zhong, the head of the [-]st Regiment. Li Zhong died and it belonged to Yang Ling. Yang Ling didn't know if he would die.

He tugged at Wu Jiang who was sleeping with his eyes closed: "Lao Jiang, keep an eye on me, I'll go find something to eat."

Wu Jiang remained silent, but opened his eyes, nodded, grabbed his gun, and climbed to the sentry post.

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All in British steel helmets and stylish yellow military uniforms, an army with high morale is rushing in the dark night.

The flashes of explosions ahead occasionally illuminate the dark road ahead, reflecting the reflections of countless steel helmets.

Li Tiezhu raised his head and raised the brim of his steel helmet, revealing his knife-sharpened face, tired and excited.

They walked and took the car, bumping all the way and finally arrived at the battlefield. Looking at the endless marching team, Li Tiezhu felt extremely at ease in his heart. Any Japanese ghost would cry for his father and mother in front of them from Guangxi.

"Li Tiezhu, I reckon we're about to reach the position. Take a platoon to scout the way and see if there are any living people on the position. Don't run into the arms of a Japanese ghost."

The devil's artillery blockade was severe, and the telephone line had been blown up. They didn't know the situation on the front line. The battalion commander was worried that the position had been lost, so he asked Li Tiezhu to take people up to explore the road.

After Li Tiezhu responded, he hurriedly led a row of people into the darkness, and dived towards the front position.

The devil's light-pulling ballistic trajectory crossed the night sky from time to time. Under the pale light, Li Tiezhu saw the position of the Chinese defenders.

Looking at the large and small bomb craters and piled up corpses, the messy scattered guns were in shambles, the whole position was dead silent, and there was no sign of living people.

"Platoon...platoon leader, I'm afraid everyone is dead?" Looking at the tragic position in front of him, the teeth of a Gui army soldier who was following behind Li Tiezhu were a little chattering.

Li Tiezhu pulled out the bright bayonet from the scabbard and hung it on the rifle, his face became extremely heavy: "Scatter a little, touch it and have a look."

The soldiers of the Guangxi Army who followed Li Tiezhu in a row scattered away with a crash, holding bayonet-mounted rifles and groping towards the dead position in skirmish lines.

There were too many corpses, and they couldn't get a foothold at all. They could only climb over the corpses and bomb craters. The smell of rotting corpses that rushed into their nostrils made Li Tiezhu's heart churn, and he almost vomited.

Yang Ling was rummaging through the pile of corpses for food. He was lucky. He rummaged through more than a dozen corpses and found two rations for the devils. Just as he was about to return to his hiding place, he suddenly heard rustling from behind the camp. rustling sound.

Yang Ling's heart froze, and he saw the reflective helmet through the pale light, and his heart tightened. The reinforcements didn't come, but the devils came up from behind.

He tiptoedly turned around and returned to the hiding place, woke up the soldiers one by one, and then touched them silently, preparing to ambush the devils.

Now the defense lines of the two sides are intertwined, and many defenders' positions have been cut to pieces. There are devils on three sides of Yang Ling's land. The steel helmet, and the black rumble, could not see clearly, subconsciously thinking that the other party was a devil.

Yang Ling held a crooked light machine gun that took more than a dozen lives to capture in both hands, and fixed the tripod in a bullet crater. There were more than 20 bullets left in the bullet bridge, enough for a surprise attack.

And Wu Jiang and the rest of the surviving soldiers also found places to hide, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the shadow that touched it.

Text Chapter 80 Casualties

In the silent darkness, although the dozens of remnant soldiers hiding in the dark were very cautious, the clicking sound of pulling the bolt still made Li Tiezhu, who was climbing over the crater, suddenly tremble, and almost subconsciously rolled sideways in the crater. ? ? ?

Da da da——the muzzle of the black hole, the rotating ferocious rifling, the bullet turned into a dazzling light spot in the night amidst the gunpowder smoke, and sank into the place where Li Tiezhu was standing just now, flying dust and gravel towards the surroundings.

Yang Ling's bronze-colored face showed no expression at all, and with the trembling gun stock on his shoulder, the three short bursts moved regularly horizontally, vertically and horizontally, knocking those moving black shadows to their knees.

"Throw a grenade!" Yang Ling shot horizontally, and in just a dozen seconds, the bullets in the bridge were emptied. Watching the lying "devil" grab the grenade, he raised his hand and was about to throw it out.

After fighting the devils for so long, they have also gained experience. They used to fire from a long distance. Not only can they not hit the devils, but the firepower is directly exposed. After a battle, there were not many machine guns and other heavy firepower left.

Even if they shoot against the devils, they can't take advantage of it. They can't shoot as far as the devils. The devils have a high shooting accuracy and a long range. In addition, the devils have high tactical literacy and accurate marksmanship. The defenders will definitely be blown off their heads as soon as they get up. .

Now they have also learned to be smart. They usually put the devils close and greet them with machine guns, then throw grenades, and finally fight directly close to each other. This can reduce the gap in firepower. Although they are helpless, they can rely on their flesh and blood Hold your ground so you don't lose too quickly.

Lying in the crater with lingering fears, Li Tiezhu was about to greet Brother Gui Jun to fight back, when he suddenly heard the other person speak Chinese, and hurriedly shouted: "My own! My own!"

Although Li Tiezhu reacted quickly and hurriedly reported his home, a few grenades were thrown out without holding back his hands. With several bangs of explosions, two soldiers of the Guangxi army were overturned by the blast wave, howling.

"Fuck your grandma, we are our own people!" Seeing his brother being overturned by the explosion, Li Tiezhu cursed and shot him into the dark distance.

Now Yang Ling and the others understood clearly that it was indeed Chinese. They hurriedly stopped throwing the grenade, but they still didn't look up, worried that the devil was playing tricks.

These days the devils are doing everything they can to seize their positions, not only using superior firepower to cover, sneak attack, pretending to be a squadron, and releasing poisonous gas, but they can do anything. Although they speak Chinese, they are not sure and It's a devil's outfit.

"Old Wangtou, ask which unit they belong to." Yang Ling aimed his gun outward, and whispered to Old Wangtou to shout.

The old Wangtou is from Sichuan, and he shouted directly to the outside: "Which unit are you from? Report your name!" After shouting, he retracted his neck.