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

"Company commander, there are devils ahead!" There was a bean-popping gunshot in front, mixed with the unique rattling sound of a machine gun, and Yang Ling and the others, who were retreating back with their heads buried, suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Looking at the exchange of fire ahead, Yang Ling quickly judged and analyzed in his heart. Hearing the intensity of the gunshots, the scale should be around 70 to [-] people. It should not be a large army of devils, but an interspersed army biting the retreating Gui army.

Wu Jiang, whose head was wrapped in gauze, followed up: "Company Commander, should we go around?"

Yang Ling looked at the criss-crossing water nets on both sides, and shook his head. If the detour was unknown, the terrain would be unclear, and he would not be able to run at a high speed.

"There shouldn't be many devils, let's rush out from the front!" Yang Ling gritted his teeth.

At this moment, Yang Ling is the commander of their rout squad, because he is the captain and company commander with the highest military rank, and the rest are all big soldiers except for Wu Jiang, a second lieutenant and platoon leader.

Hearing Yang Ling's order, dozens of remnant soldiers pulled their gun bolts with a clatter, and rushed straight to the place where the fire was fought.

Text Chapter 91 Trouble

There are not many devil soldiers, about five or sixty people in a squad, but the devils are well-trained and well-equipped. Usually, the strength of a squad is comparable to a battalion of the Chinese defenders, and even has a slight advantage. ?

Li Tiezhu and his group of dozens of broken soldiers were entangled by a small team of devils. Both sides were not on the same level in terms of firepower preparation and combat quality. Li Tiezhu and the others suffered heavy losses just by meeting each other.

"Platoon leader! Platoon leader, let's withdraw quickly. If we don't withdraw, we have to explain to you here!" Seeing that the devil soldiers had rushed over, the soldiers of the Gui army, who were crushed by bullets and couldn't lift their heads, shouted at Li Tiezhu.

"Retreat, why not! Let me raise your head and hit me! Whoever calls back again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Li Tiezhu kept turning the muzzle of the Czech light machine gun on his shoulder, and the bullets extended horizontally from left to right, puff The floating soil on the ground was splashed by bullets, trying to stop the oncoming devils.

Li Tiezhu gave a death order not to withdraw, and the soldiers of the Gui army lying on the ground gritted their teeth and could only pull the bolt of their guns to shoot at the devils.

Bullets were flying in the dark night, and the ghost soldiers shot accurately. Soldiers of the Gui army were constantly hit and died. Several wounded huddled on the ground and howled, and the situation became more and more unfavorable.

The devil's three crooked light machine guns suppressed continuously, and Li Tiezhu had to lie down again after firing a clip. A grenade exploded near him, and two soldiers of the Guangxi army were blown away. Li Tiezhu was promoted.

As soon as the machine guns on their side stopped, the devils lying on the ground on the other side began to alternately cover and rush forward. He touched several empty clips, and Li Tiezhu was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat: "Give the old clips!"

"Platoon leader, we are out of magazines."

Hearing this, Li Tiezhu threw the Czech-style light machine gun in his hand to the ground unhappily. Without ammunition, it was not even as good as a fire stick.

He picked up a dead soldier's seven-nine rifle, fumbled for the bayonet and hung it up: "If there is no bullet, give me a bayonet, and prepare to charge!"

Guangxi people have never lacked brave men, and their six divisions charged against the devil's artillery fire is enough to prove their bravery, but sometimes the rigidity of tactics is fatal.

Li Tiezhu never thought of retreating. In his heart, the position is more important than everything else. If they lose their position, their face will be dull, they will be ridiculed by the friendly army, and the people of Guangxi will lose face, so he wants to regain the position. He is not afraid of death, soldiers dying on the battlefield is the best destination!

The dozen or so soldiers of the Guangxi Army that remained had all their ammunition drained, lying on the ground and silently hanging bayonets on their rifles. They wanted to live, but Li Tiezhu was the platoon leader, and the platoon leader refused to let them retreat, so they could only bite the bullet and fight.

The gunshots fell down, and the ghost soldiers also found that Li Tiezhu and the others had shot out all the bullets. A second lieutenant of the devil yelled a few times, and more than 20 devils straightened up from the ground and went straight to the ridge where Li Tiezhu and the others were hiding.

"Brothers! Afraid of death?" Li Tiezhu glanced at the devils who were getting closer, and asked loudly the dozen or so remaining soldiers of the Gui army.

"Don't be afraid!" The voice of the soldier next to Li Tiezhu was loud and high-pitched. After following Li Tiezhu for a long time, there was an aura of refusal to admit defeat in his bones.

But the rest of the soldiers of the Gui army answered in a much quieter voice. Although they said they were not afraid, they were secretly scolding Li Tiezhu in their hearts. They were not Li Tiezhu's subordinates in the first place, and now they are in trouble.

Li Tiezhu had to drag them to the back when he died, but soldiers take obeying orders as their bounden duty. Even if they are terribly afraid, they can only bite the bullet and obey orders. Who made them the big soldiers? Li Tiezhu is the platoon leader.

"You didn't eat or something. If anyone wants to be a coward, get out of here now! Shame on us Gui Jun!" Li Tiezhu heard the sparse voice, and hated iron and steel.

"I'm not afraid! Even if I die 18 years later, I'll be a good man again!" A Guangxi soldier was shocked by Li Tiezhu's words, blushed and had a thick neck, and opened his mouth across his neck.

"If you die, you will die, and if you die, you will be held back!" Someone stared at the devil who rushed towards him, and said through gritted teeth.

Now they can't go anyway, the more than a dozen soldiers of the Gui army with trembling legs were so heartbroken that they decided to go all out. Anyway, they were all dead, and they had to die dignifiedly on the way of charging instead of fleeing for their lives!

The ghost soldiers charged forward in a skirmish line. Under the dim light, their facial expressions looked a little hideous, and the gleaming bayonet glowed coldly, which made people palpitate.

The devil's attention had been fixed on that ridge. The Chinese rout soldiers hiding there had no bullets, so the devil soldiers were confident, very arrogant and arrogant, and rushed over.

In the eyes of the ghost soldiers, they are strong men with weapons, and the Chinese defenders are children holding fire sticks. Although there are a large number of them, they are nothing but mobs. They are crazy, but they also have the capital of arrogance. .

But sometimes there is a price to pay for arrogance. They have been staring at the ridge where Li Tiezhu and the others are hiding, completely unaware that there are Chinese behind them.

Even if one or two devil soldiers who charged forward heard the movement behind them, they didn't look back, thinking they were their own.

Yang Ling squatted down halfway, the rifle in his hand was already loaded, and with his level rifle, he put the figure of a devil soldier who was leaping forward into the front sight.

Snapped!

Faint blue smoke came out from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet spun high and sank into the devil's back 50 meters away. The devil who was running forward staggered, as if being pushed from behind, and fell forward to the ground.

The rest of the devil soldiers didn't realize where the gunshots came from. A row of guns sounded behind them. The bullets pierced through the body and hit the soil.

"Come on!" Yang Ling rushed out without hesitation after shooting out two bullets, not forgetting to smash out the only grenade left.

Four or five grenades exploded one after another, and the devil soldiers were shrouded in a cloud of gunpowder smoke. Some were injured and howled, and some shot randomly towards the darkness.

"Brothers! Go with me!" Li Tiezhu roared, stood up from behind the ridge where he was hiding, and rushed towards the devil in the smoke.

Yang Ling also rushed towards the gunpowder with dozens of remnants of the soldiers. In the darkness, the devil soldiers were attacked by the enemy.

Yang Ling ran into a devil soldier wearing a steel helmet head-on, and swung the rifle in his hand horizontally. The wooden butt of the gun hit the devil's chin. With a bang, the devil screamed and fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, the devil's soldiers were rolling and howling, the saber of the old Wangtou who was following Yang Ling had already been slashed down, and the devil's screams came to an abrupt end.

Facing the enemy, the living ghost soldiers knew something was wrong, and immediately fled towards the fields on both sides. The dark Yang Ling and the others chased and killed more than a hundred meters, and then stopped. In this way, they still killed nearly thirty devils.

"Hurry up and collect weapons and ammunition, and retreat quickly!" As soon as the gunshots rang out, the rest of the devils' pursuit would surely rush towards them like wolves smelling fishy. In order to avoid being surrounded by devils, Yang Ling didn't want to stay longer.

The soldiers following Yang Ling and the others were nimble. They only searched for weapons, ammunition and dry food. They didn't want anything else. They searched in just a few minutes and were ready to continue running.

But the trouble Yang Ling and the others encountered was not from the devils, but from the friendly troops they rescued.

More than a dozen soldiers of the Guangxi army slammed their guns to block Yang Ling's retreat, and pointed their guns at them.

"I said what's wrong with you, white-eyed wolf, we just rescued you, why do you turn your face and deny people? Are you trying to grab weapons or food, just say it!" Gui Jun in the British helmet spoke without pain in his heart.

Li Tiezhu looked at the group of rout soldiers with a dark face and said coldly: "I am Li Tiezhu, the platoon leader of the [-]th Division! Now I order you to stop escaping and go back to regain the position! Otherwise, military law is ruthless!"

The old Wang looked at the figure standing in front of him, and he was a little bit familiar when he heard Li Tiezhu's self-reported family name: "Hey, I said Li platoon leader, when did you become the supervising team?"

Li Tiezhu also recognized Lao Wangtou and Yang Ling, blushing, he waved his hands and said: "Don't talk about those useless, the chief didn't give the order to retreat, you are retreating without authorization, I have the right to stop you!"

Text Chapter 92 The Belated Retreat Order

More than a dozen guns have been loaded, and the dark muzzles are aimed at the sloppy and exhausted allies. Li Tiezhu, the platoon leader, only has the Dingjiaqiao position in his heart. Anyone who wants to retreat without authorization and become a deserter, even the king of heaven!

"I said Li platoon leader, you don't even look at the situation. The troops have been dispersed and there are devils everywhere. Even if we go back and regain the position, we can't hold it." Old Wangtou listened more and more behind him. Hearing the sound of gunshots approaching, he hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

Li Tiezhu took a step back and aimed his gun at the old Wang's head: "The commander did not give the order to retreat, and no one is allowed to be a deserter! Go back now and fight the Japanese ghosts!"

"Hey, I'm talking about Platoon Leader Li. It's clear that we're going back to meat buns and dogs. How can you avenge us and let us go back to die?"