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

The eyes of the rest of the soldiers in Yang Ling's company were full of anger, and they kept pulling the bolts to shoot. The bullets crackled, mixed with the roar of machine guns, and the fierce battle suddenly became fierce.

Yang Ling leaned back against the bunker, letting the flying bullets hit the sandbag beside him with a thud, and his gray curly hat was bounced off, but he didn't react at all, as if his whole body had been emptied Paralyzed there with all his strength, his eyes were all gray.

Dozens of people in a row were reimbursed like this. Yang Ling felt a headache and pain. If he had reminded him earlier, they would not have rushed out and they would not have died. He blamed himself...

"Company commander, company commander, you are injured there!" Old Wangtou saw that Yang Ling was leaning against the cover and did not move, so he hurried over to check Yang Ling's head, arms, body and thighs to confirm Yang Ling's injury.

Yang Ling reached out and pushed the old Wang's head away: "I'm fine!"

He grabbed the rifle next to him again, his eyes were bloodshot at the moment, like a wounded beast, exuding a dangerous aura, he wanted to avenge those brothers who died unjustly, for those who fell on him Brothers around take revenge!

Yang Ling has been very confused since he came to this era. He didn't know what kind of identity he should take to intervene in this war. He followed the trend and kept retreating.

He originally wanted to live with the people around him, but he realized that the reality was too cruel. Xiong Dawu died, Luo Ziqiang died... There were fewer and fewer people around him, no matter how hard he struggled, no matter how hard he tried, it would be futile.

Now, the death of dozens of subordinates has allowed Yang Ling to find his goal and direction, which is revenge. If he doesn't drive the little devil out of China, out of this land, no matter how hard he escapes, no matter how hard he tries... It's useless to live.

Yang Ling's anger had been buried deep in his heart. He picked up the [-] rifle, loaded it, and started shooting steadily.

The Jap soldier's machine gunner stayed behind to cover, and the more than 20 Jap infantry rushing to the front were killed, and the Jap machine gunner began to attack like revenge.

Lieutenant Guizi was also enraged at the moment, as irritable as a bull. His unit lost more than 30 elite soldiers after fighting fiercely on the Songhu battlefield for three months.

But now, in such an ordinary place that couldn't be more ordinary, more than 20 people were killed at one time. He couldn't bear it, and his teeth creaked: "Bomb! Bomb them!"

The devil's Type [-] mortar started to ring again, a black shell fell from the sky and landed on the street, and with a bang, it expanded and exploded violently, causing the rubble on the house to fall down, smashing The soldiers below screamed in pain, "Little devil! Fuck your grandma!"

boom!After the first test firing of Chu Yuan, three consecutive shells landed directly and accurately on the bunker of the barricade. With screams, the soldiers lying on the bunker and shooting were shrouded in smoke and flames.

"Evacuate into the house! Quick!" Yang Ling put away his gun and shouted helplessly.

The devil's artillery fire is powerful, and the mortars and grenades are operated by experienced veterans. They can only be bombed if they stay on the street.

The soldiers ran around in the darkness like flustered ducks, burrowing into the houses on both sides, the shells kept falling, the rubble and rubble flew, the gunpowder smoke filled the air wantonly, and the thatch began to crackle. of burning.

Yang Ling strode towards the nearby private house, but the shells exploded behind him, and he was swept into the house by the air wave. The falling rubble made blood flow from his forehead, which flowed down his cheeks, covered in gunpowder smoke and dust , he became a native.

He heard the screams coming from behind, turned his head to look, and the short soldier behind him had his legs broken, and was curled up on the ground struggling and crying.

Yang Ling ran over and wanted to run out to drag him into the house, but before he could step out of the door, another shell fell, and the soldier whose legs had been blown off was directly blown away, and hit the sandbag heavily, lifeless.

"Ah! I've been shot in the leg! Give me a hand!"

"Get into the house!"

"The devil is rushing over, fight!"

Da-da-da-da-da-

……

Jiangqiao was filled with gunpowder smoke, black smoke rising, rumbling noises everywhere, mixed with fierce gunshots, and the battle reached a fever pitch.

Text 1 Chapter Fierce Battle at Jiangqiao ([-])

The light-pulling trajectory is extraordinarily dazzling in the night, as beautiful as neon lights, but no one is in the mood to appreciate it at the moment, those messy and dense gunshots are ringing in their ears like a reminder, everyone They are all nervous and have no time to pay attention to other things.

The devil's first wave of attack was overwhelmed by Yang Ling and the others. None of the more than 20 devils survived under the care of grenades and machine guns, and this completely enraged the devil lieutenant.

Lieutenant Guizi looked ferocious like a monster at the moment, roaring in his mouth, leading the attack himself, and the pressure on the defensive Yang Ling and the others suddenly increased.

In the past few days, Yangling and the others have blocked the street with sandbags, stones and various obstacles along the street, which slowed down the devil's attack to a certain extent, but the situation is still not optimistic.

The machine gun squads arranged in the houses on both sides of the street were still trying their best to suppress the devils, and the main shooter kept emptying the magazines one by one with the butt of the gun on his shoulder.

But their resistance became more and more difficult, and the interval between loading the magazines of the machine guns was getting longer and longer. At first, it was tens of seconds, but now it has become more than a minute. Even if the soldiers who loaded the magazines tried their best, they still could not Guarantee the supply of magazines.

The ghost soldiers are experienced and very wretched. They are like demons in the dark night. Every time they take advantage of the gap between the defenders' machine gun squad to change magazines, they leap forward covertly and keep approaching the houses blocked by the two machine gun fire.

"Quick! Give me the magazine!" The main gun shooter pulled out the empty magazine forcefully, and threw it behind with a bang, shouting hastily.

The bullets used in the magazine of the Czech light machine gun are the same as those used in the regular rifle. At this moment, the two soldiers behind are pressing a large pack of scattered bullets into the magazine one by one. The clip is about to be handed up.

Da-da-da-da-da-

The devil's machine gun rang, and the stormy bullets swept from left to right along the window where the machine gun was mounted. The bullets tore apart the wooden window edges, sawdust flying everywhere, and the bullets pierced through the shouting clips. The main shooter body of the defender.

The chief shooter's shouting stopped abruptly, and then he fell back straight, and the soldier who reached out to pass the magazine was crushed to the ground by the overturned chief shooter.

"Brother Wang! Brother Wang!" The soldier with the magazine in his hand turned over and shook the lead shooter who had fallen to the ground, but there was no response. His hands were sticky, which should be blood.

Glancing at the crooked Czech light machine gun, the soldier with the magazine put down the dead main shooter, ran to the window in two steps and three steps, loaded the magazine, and started shooting against the butt of the gun.

Compared with the relatively experienced main shooter before, the soldier manipulating the machine gun at this moment has only undergone simple training, and even this is only the second time he has touched the machine gun and has to bear the heavy responsibility of suppressing firepower.

The machine gun was spouting flames, but he was inexperienced, so he just fired the bullets out, and did not suppress the firepower. The devil was constantly leaping forward, and he was sweating profusely.

The devil soldier wore a dark green steel helmet and looked as wretched as a mouse. He used the cover on the street to rush in and out, raising his head from time to time to shoot.

Yang Ling deployed rangers near the two machine guns to protect the safety of the machine gun position. Seeing that the machine guns could not suppress the devils who were charging forward, these rangers felt the pressure suddenly increased and had to speed up their firing frequency.

But increasing the shooting frequency means that it is easier to expose their position in the dark. At this moment, it is too dark to see the devil at all. They can only judge that the devil is getting closer based on the sound of the devil's gunshots. Shoot, form a firepower net, and stop the advance of the devil soldiers.

The ghost soldiers have undergone rigorous training, and their marksmanship is very accurate. They are basically fed by bullets. As long as the defenders fire a shot, they can basically judge the position of the defenders. Hit close to ten.

Many defenders just pulled the trigger, but the next moment the devil's bullets shot over as if they had eyes. Some were shot and killed immediately, and some were wounded and rolled on the ground crying in pain.

"Ah—" Another defender was shot and injured, and the person in charge of replacing him immediately dragged him away to take his place.

"Platoon leader, we don't have many bullets!" Someone shouted in the darkness.

But there was no movement after shouting for a long time. After a long time, someone answered in frustration: "The platoon leader is dead."

Human life is worthless. In this battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere, no matter whether you are a soldier or an officer, you cannot escape the curse of death.

Yang Ling and the others entered the house along the street. Many people were killed. He didn't have time to grieve at the moment. He raised the butt of his gun and smashed a hole in the window. Then he leveled his rifle and began to cover the soldiers who were still on the street. step back.

The casualties increased sharply. It was very difficult to stop the devils in this dark night. The devil soldiers could not be seen in the darkness around them, and their firepower could not form a firepower net, so it was very difficult to fight.

"Old Wangtou, withdraw the machine gun squad!"

The interval between the machine guns is getting longer and longer. Yang Ling doesn't know if the machine gunner is almost dead or the ammunition is not available, but no matter what, as they retreat, the position of the machine gun squad becomes more and more forward. It is too dangerous and must be Back off.

The old Wangtou called a soldier to run towards the machine gun position against the constantly flying stray bullets. The bullets flew over his head and bounced off the old Wangtou's hat. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground in a hurry, and could only look at it. The machine gun positions began to climb.

In the darkness, the sound of grenadier firing sounded, and Yang Ling subconsciously squatted down to avoid the blow.

Rumble!