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

"Platoon leader, several of our brothers are dying." A middle-aged soldier hurried to Li Tiezhu, his voice choked with sobs.

Reluctantly, Li Tiezhu looked back from the direction of Taoyuanbang, covered his messy head again with his helmet, turned around and went straight to the broken house where the wounded were housed.

Stepping on the gravel and rubble and crossing a messy street, Li Tiezhu strode into a temporary settlement for wounded soldiers.

"Platoon leader." The surrounding soldiers greeted Li Tiezhu when they saw Li Tiezhu coming in.

Li Tiezhu was in a low mood and didn't speak. He went straight to several seriously wounded people lying on the wooden boards, squatted down, and looked at these comrades who were covered in blood and blood and had a weak breath, feeling very uncomfortable.

They lack medical treatment and medicine, and they can grit their teeth and survive simple injuries, but most of the seriously injured can only die in pain...

These are old brothers who came out from Guangxi. They were seriously injured in the attack last night. Their medical conditions are poor. With such serious injuries, they can only wait for death. At this moment, they have reached the last moment of life and death.

"Platoon...platoon leader, am I about to die..." Seeing Li Tiezhu's arrival, a seriously wounded man wriggled his lips and shouted. Before the words could be spoken, tears were already streaming down his cheeks.

Li Tiezhu held the old brother's hand tightly, and comforted him with a smile uglier than crying: "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a little injury, and I can't die."

"Platoon leader, but my stomach hurts..." The seriously wounded man lay on the wooden board, his face full of pain.

Li Tiezhu looked at the severely wounded's belly, turned his face away, tears flashed in his eyes, he tried his best to hold back the tears, turned his head and said in a choked voice: "Sleep, sleep will not hurt. "

"Platoon...platoon leader, don't lie to me."

"I won't lie to you, go to sleep, have a good sleep, close your eyes, and everything will be fine after you sleep."

The severely wounded man's lips twitched, wanting to say something more, but he felt more and more powerless, and the hand holding Li Tiezhu slowly fell down, and soon he lost his breath.

"Cough, cough, cough——" the seriously wounded man lying on the wooden board next to him coughed, and blood gushed out of his mouth. He struggled, his face full of pain: "Platoon leader...give me a good time...please...please ..."

Li Tiezhu shook his head in pain, he couldn't bear to shoot at his brother.

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Under the wall full of bullet holes, Yang Ling was raising his head and holding a water bottle, pouring cold water into his stomach.

Cool and cold water poured down his throat into his stomach, Yang Ling felt much better, and his thinking became clear again.

Although Dingjiaqiao was conquered, and more than 400 devils were killed, they also suffered a great loss, and more than ten brothers who followed Yang Ling disappeared.

Although Yang Ling has seen countless people who can be named and people who cannot be named die in front of him these days, he has become a little numb, but no one can be ruthless than grass and trees, and deep in his heart is still heavy with grief.

But what about sadness, facing the devil's aircraft and artillery, as long as this war is not over, then the sacrifice will continue.

Carrying a few bulging canvas bags, Old Wang went through the rubble and returned to the wall full of bullet holes, and sat down beside Yang Ling, panting.

The canvas bag is used by the ghosts to pack ammunition in their hands, but at this moment, it has been stuffed with dry food from the corpses of the ghosts.

Yang Ling asked Lao Wangtou to collect the dry food, because he knew that they would not be replenished for a long time, so in order not to starve, he had to prepare it in advance.

Because Yang Ling knew that the situation on the battlefield would soon take a turn for the worse. Although the counterattack troops were advancing steadily and regained many positions that fell a few days ago, there was no strong firepower to support them. here.

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The troops of the [-]th Division attacking Taoyuanbang were withdrawn at noon. Along the muddy trails and fields, there were soldiers of the Guangxi army evacuating to Dingjiaqiao everywhere, densely packed all over the mountains and fields.

From Dingjiaqiao to Taoyuanbang is an open area without shelter and unobstructed. The squadron can still support it when it is dark to charge, but at dawn, the squadron in the open area is immediately covered by Japanese artillery fire.

The devil's air force also immediately took off dozens of planes to bombard and shoot. The yellow uniforms of the soldiers of the Gui army became the best living targets. After the fierce battle at noon, the Gui army's troops were exhausted. The officers at all levels had to order to retreat to Dingjiaqiao Stand firm and prepare to counterattack after dark.

The ruined Dingjiaqiao position became noisy again, the withdrawn troops suffered heavy casualties, and the streets were full of wounded soldiers moaning in pain, but no one cared about them at the moment.

Because the main force of the Japanese Third Division had chased after the withdrawn troops and rushed over, all those who could move had already picked up their guns and entered the outer trenches.

"How did you lose?" Old Wang looked at the blood-stained soldiers of the Gui army, unable to figure it out.

Also aggrieved are the soldiers of the Gui Army. Their heroic and fearless charge did not bring victory, but only the rising casualties. In just one morning, many battalion and company commanders were almost wiped out. , they are also not reconciled.

"If the Japanese ghosts didn't have cannons and planes, we would have won long ago!" Some veterans sat in the trenches and sighed unwillingly.

They saw that they could recover the Taoyuanbang position, but the Third Division of the Devils also launched a fierce attack on them at this moment, with heavy artillery fire.

The attacking commanders of the Guangxi army were really unwilling and forced to charge, trying to break through the devil's defense line. However, after two hours of bloody battle, instead of breaking through the devil's artillery blockade, they suffered heavy casualties and had to retreat to Dingjiaqiao to hold their positions.

Looking at the dilapidated Dingjiaqiao position, looking at the wounded soldiers of the Gui Army, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly, what should come will always come, he can't escape, he can't hide.

Text Chapter 86 Tragic

"Om-"

The roar of the motor came from the gloomy sky, like countless flies buzzing in the ears, the sound became louder and louder, and all the Chinese soldiers raised their heads in the direction of the sound.

More than a dozen planes of the Devil Aviation Corps showed hideous faces from the clouds, and swooped down towards the dilapidated Dingjia Bridge.

"It's the devil plane!" The shrill shout echoed over the Dingjiaqiao position, and panic spread like a plague

Those who were sitting, those who were lying down, those who were injured, and those who were not, all started to run in a panic. The Chinese defenders, who were originally depressed, suddenly became noisy and confused.

There are people running everywhere, some of them are burrowing into the dilapidated houses, some are jumping into the wet trenches like dumplings, and more people are running around like headless chickens, hoping to run far away Yes, flee far away.

They have seen the power of the devil's plane. The machine guns on the plane can smash people into sieves, and a bomb can kill a lot of people. In the face of life and death, no one wants to die, they all want to avoid it.

"Get down! Get down! Don't run around!" An officer yelled mournfully, but drowned in the sound of roaring motors, the running soldiers couldn't hear anything, and they were still running to a place they thought was safe.

A soldier with a thigh injury fell into the rubble, shouting in pain: "Please, take me away—"

But everyone was running away in a panic, avoiding the coming harvest of death, they couldn't protect themselves, so they couldn't care about others.

There were also brave soldiers who raised their guns and fired at the Japanese plane that was constantly expanding in their pupils, and crackling gunshots rang out.

Facing the Chinese soldiers raising their guns and shooting on the ground, the Devil's plane did not dodge, but swooped down, arrogant and arrogant.

"Get down! Get down!" Yang Ling was also roaring, dragging and kicking the soldiers running past him into the trench next to him. Seeing the Devil plane getting closer, he also jumped into it trenches.

Da da da——the first plane that swooped down spewed flames, and fired two rows of dense bullet rain, splashing blood mist among the panic-running crowd. The blood mist continued along the ballistic trajectory, and finally hit Towards the broken wall, leaving two rows of transparent holes.

Another Devil plane swooped down, the ballistic trajectory was extending, the blood mist was rising, and the screams rang out. Many soldiers who raised their guns and fired on the trajectory were hit, and their bodies were like wheat ears in the wind. , shaking, spurting out large streams of blood.

Faced with these ferocious steel monsters, the Chinese soldiers had a kind of natural fear. Many of them didn't even know how to avoid them. They could only watch themselves being hit, and the mountains and rivers in their eyes lost their color and turned gray.

Li Tiezhu, the platoon leader of the Gui Army, stood tall and straight under the gray sky amidst the gunpowder smoke. He listened to the screams and wailing in his ears. Angry bullets hit the roaring monster.

A Devil plane circled over Dingjia Bridge and swooped down again. The machine guns on both wings roared arrogantly again, and the ballistic trajectory extended in the blood mist, approaching Li Tiezhu standing there pulling the bolt of the gun.

Li Tiezhu's eyes are bloodshot at this moment, and his ears are roaring. He only has hatred in his heart at the moment. He wants to avenge his dead brother and kill the little devil. to him.

Yang Ling kept watching the trajectory of the devil's machine gun, and kept avoiding it. The devil's plane was almost in a straight line when it dived, so the trajectory was also a straight line. As long as it avoided the trajectory, it could survive.

He saw Li Tiezhu standing there shooting mechanically. Yang Ling also saw the trajectory of the bullet flying towards Li Tiezhu. Realizing that something was wrong, he flew towards Li Tiezhu, and Li Tiezhu fell into the trench with a roll. The ground was hit with smoke and dust, extending into the distance.