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

"You want to die!" Seeing Li Tiezhu's face covered in mud, Yang Ling yelled at him.

Li Tiezhu was awakened by Yang Ling's loud roar at this moment. Seeing Yang Ling's dusty face, he began to cry like a child.

The devil's machine gun ran out of bullets and hovered. As the safety was released, bombs fell one after another, hitting the Dingjiaqiao position.

Rumbling--

A huge mushroom cloud rose, and the entire Dingjiaqiao position was plunged into a sea of ​​gunpowder and flames. The violent explosion filled the entire space, and the tyrannical air waves mixed with sharp explosions swept away the soldiers like they were cutting wheat.

The stumps and broken arms flew into the sky, and there was a rain of blood in the sky. Debris and debris all over the sky fell profusely, and then were washed into the sky by the air wave.

During the continuous fierce battles, many broken walls that stood still could no longer withstand the impact of the air waves, and collapsed rumblingly. Many soldiers lying on the ground were buried in before they had time to react. The collapsed broken walls shocked Smoke and dust all over the sky.

The bombing lasted for maybe 5 minutes, maybe 10 minutes. When Yang Ling woke up, the roar of the devil's plane had gone away, leaving only the Dingjiaqiao position that was almost razed to the ground.

The smoke of the explosion rushed into the lungs along the nose and mouth. Yang Ling coughed violently and breathed with his mouth wide open. It took a long time before he felt alive again.

He stood up, the floating dirt on his body rustled down, looking around, the entire Dingjia Bridge had been razed to the ground, only the surviving wounded soldiers were lying in the rubble and moaning in pain.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough—" the old Wang lifted the wooden plank that was thrown on his body, and while spitting the dust in his mouth, he cursed that the little devil would die, if he had the ability, he would use his sword and his gun What the hell, throwing bombs in the sky is nothing!

The soldiers who were still alive were cursing. They were not afraid of death, but they just didn't want to be so useless to be blown to death. Everyone was unkempt, and the dead were buried under the ruins, and there was no life left.

"Battalion Commander! Battalion Commander!" Someone yelled while hugging the blood-stained officer, and the officer who had just yelled to hide and lie down was silent at this moment.

Yang Ling smashed the bombed rifle in his hand into the muddy water of the trench, venting his inner anger. This is an asymmetrical war. No matter how brave they are, no matter how tenacious, no matter how many people die, what good is it? !

"The devil is coming up!" someone shouted pointing to the distance.

The living soldiers looked around, and the devil soldiers were rushing towards the east, and there were more than a dozen tanks among the devil soldiers.

"Brother who can still move, prepare to fight!" The disgraced regiment leader limped into the trench.

The soldiers who were still alive didn't bother to collect the wounded lying on the ground after the bombing, picked up their guns and prepared for a new round of fighting.

Facing the Gui army's counterattack direction, the devil's third division is also launching an attack. This is the collision of flesh and blood and steel cannons. This is also the most tragic scene on the Songhu battlefield.

In three days of desperate counterattack, the main force of the counterattacking Gui army was completely lost. Many battalions fell on the way of charging, and more were scattered. In just a few days, six brigade commanders of the Gui army were killed tragically and tragically.

Text Chapter 87 Bombing tanks

A large number of ghost soldiers with steel helmets rushed towards the ruins of Dingjiaqiao. They were like beasts with their fangs bared, and the gleaming bayonets hanging on the [-]-cap rifles were glowing coldly.

The engines of more than a dozen devil's tanks roared, and their tracks rubbed against the gravel and rubble that had crushed the ground, crushed the low-lying muddy water, and charged forward like an unstoppable steel monster.

"What's that iron box?" Seeing the iron box made of steel, many soldiers of the Guangxi army lying in the trenches were all dazed, not knowing what it was.

These Guangxi soldiers came from the countryside in the southwest. Many of them went to the Shanghai battlefield for the first time outside their hometown, and they had never seen Japanese tanks.

In the Chinese squadron at this time, tanks are still a new thing. The few tank companies that are equipped with the Central Army have all been lost in the battles in the urban area. The soldiers of the Gui Army had never seen a Devils tank.

Yang Ling's muddy face became extremely ugly. Although the Devil's tanks were not comparable to the rampant Tiger tanks on the European battlefield, they were invincible in the Chinese battlefield.

The weapons and equipment of the squadron are very poor. Many people still carry the old Mauser, made in Hanyang, and even single-handedly. The bullets are extremely scarce. On average, each soldier only has a few bullets on his body. The best thing about tanks is anti-tank weapons, but squadrons don't have them.

"That's a devil's tank!" A well-informed officer in the Gui army exclaimed, "Throw the grenade!"

But the soldiers were still at a loss. They didn't have the concept of tanks in their consciousness, but the commander ordered them to subconsciously throw grenades outward.

The grenade exploded rumbling in front of the devil, and the air wave swept the gravel and dust, but it did no damage to the devil's tank.

A large number of devil soldiers were dotted behind the devil's tank. They had already started shooting towards the Dingjiaqiao position under the cover of the tank. Bullets whized and smoke flew everywhere.

"Old Wangtou, tie the grenades together! Let's blow up the tank later!" Yang Ling lowered his head and ordered to the old Wangtou who was holding a saber in his hand.

The squadron lacked weapons to deal with tanks. Facing the heavy armor of the tank, ordinary bullets could not pose a threat to it at all. Only by blowing off its tracks could it stop its advance.

If once the devil soldiers break into the position of the Chinese defenders with the help of tanks, it will be a matter of time before the position falls.

The devil's tank rushed over, and the soldiers of the Chinese defenders also pulled the bolts to shoot, but the bullets hit the tank with sparks and clangs, and there was no threat to it at all.

The ghost soldiers hid behind the tanks, squatting and shooting from time to time. Their shooting skills were much better than the Chinese defenders. From time to time, Chinese soldiers lying in the trenches were hit by bullets, and their heads were crooked and lifeless.

"Machine gun! The machine gun knocked out the iron box!" Li Tiezhu, the platoon leader of the Gui Army, shouted at the machine gunner while throwing grenades outside.

Several machine gunners immediately turned their guns and pulled the trigger towards the approaching tank. The bullets rattled on the iron armor and were constantly being bounced away. The devil's tank was still charging forward.

"Dodge the machine gunner! Dodge quickly!" Yang Ling and Lao Wangtou tied the grenades together to increase their power, while observing the devil tank.

Seeing the turret on the Devil Tank turn, his expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted a reminder to the Gui Army machine gunner who was shooting not far away.

But there were guns and roars everywhere, and the Guijun machine gunners were still shooting unwillingly, screaming to kill the monster that kept advancing.

boom!Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the place where the Guijun machine gunner was located was hit by a shell. He was thrown high up, and then fell into the rubble behind him. Blood gushed out like a spring, struggling and wailing in pain.

Another person went to pick up the machine gun and continued to shoot, but the machine gun on the Devil Tank sprayed out a long tongue of flame, and the dense bullets swept over. As soon as it rushed over, blood mist burst out from the chest of the Gui army soldiers, and they leaned back. Tossed in muddy water.

Yang Ling grabbed the two bundled grenades in his hand, and shouted at the surrounding soldiers: "Cover me!"

As he said that, he jumped out of the trench, and rolled into a bomb crater in front of the trench.

In front of the Dingjiaqiao position, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and bullets were flying everywhere. All the soldiers lying in the trenches were clenching their teeth and shooting, and blood mist erupted from their bodies from time to time.

Some were screaming, others were clutching their bloody arms, and their throats were writhing in the muddy water, in excruciating pain.

Smoke and dust splashed everywhere, bullets hit the sandbags loudly, and from time to time, someone with firepower was overturned by the devil's grenadier. The air was full of scorching air waves, and explosions flew horizontally. Soldiers continued to be cut like wheat Swept down.

The cannons of the devil's tanks were spewing flames, and the tank guns were also firing. From time to time, they landed on the defenders' positions and exploded. rain.

Yang Ling was lying in the bomb crater panting violently, like water-splashing bullets passing over his head, densely like rain, explosions sounded constantly around him, flying rubble, rubble and floating soil rustled down, shaking him all over

Holding two bundles of grenades in his hand, he was quietly waiting for the opportunity. He had already heard the roar of the Devil's tank's machine guns, getting closer and closer.

At this moment, the old Wangtou kept pulling the bolt to eject the shell casing, and then shot towards the final tank. Like countless soldiers of the Gui army, he was afraid and helpless. All the shots were useless, but he still shot unwillingly. with.

Yang Ling jumped out of the trench and rolled into a bomb crater, and there was no movement. He didn't know if Yang Ling had been hit by stray bullets and died. He wanted to climb out and continue Yang Ling's unfinished task, but he was held back by Wu Jiang next to him: "Even The boss is not dead, he is waiting for the opportunity."

A ghost tank roared and crushed the rubble beside Yang Ling, and a huge black shadow enveloped Yang Ling. Yang Ling pulled the grenade without hesitation, and then forced it into the rolling track.

The ghost soldiers following the tank also spotted Yang Ling, and hurriedly raised their guns to shoot. Yang Ling was rolling, and the bullets slammed behind him, filling the air with smoke.

Panting, he rolled into another crater and pulled a corpse over him. There was a loud rumbling sound, and the rain of rubble smashed Yang Ling's corpse into a sieve.

The devil's tank exploded and fell into a blaze of flames. The air wave generated by the explosion swept down more than a dozen devils following the tank, and their bodies were also covered with transparent holes by the flying debris.

A tank was blown up by Yang Ling, and the officers of the Gui Army who were lying in the trench followed suit and shouted at the moment: "Follow me if you are not afraid of death, blow up the tank!"

One by one, the brave soldiers of the Guangxi army rushed out of the trench with grenades in their hands, but many of them were hit by bullets as soon as they leaned out. The red blood flew and fell back heavily.