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

The house was shaking violently, several holes were blasted out of the roof, and broken bricks and tiles were pouring down, causing Yang Ling to suffer from the impact. The whole house was filled with dust and gunpowder smoke, and nothing could be seen or seen. He couldn't hear, his nose and mouth were full of smoke and dust, and Yang Ling turned into a native.

"Devils come up from behind!" Someone shouted in the darkness. Yang Ling wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes got into the smoke and dust, and he stretched out his sleeve to wipe it. There was also plaster on the sleeve, and he opened his eyes, which became red and swollen.

About one squad of devil soldiers blew up the house behind them and rushed over from behind. The wounded soldiers who were dragged to the back bore the brunt, and were stabbed to the ground one by one by the devils. Yang Ling heard the painful wailing.

"Squad [-]! Squad [-]! Come with me and kill them!" Yang Ling gritted his teeth and was about to ooze blood. He took out the bayonet at his waist and stuck it on the [-] cover, and rushed out .

The light was very dim in the darkness, and the street was flickering with the bombardment of grenades. Yang Ling vaguely saw that the devil was killing and wounding soldiers with a bayonet.

Before he ran there, a black shadow flew over and knocked Yang Ling to the ground. Yang Ling heard a squeaky roar, it was a devil soldier.

Yang Ling was firmly pressed to the ground by the strong devil, and the rifle had already been thrown out. In desperation, he caught a half piece of green brick, and slapped the devil soldier on the head.

There was a bang on the helmet, and the devil's head was dizzy. Yang Ling turned over and rode on the devil's body, and grabbed his neck with his big hands, directly crushing his Adam's apple.

There were only a dozen or so people left in Class [-] and Class [-], and they all rushed over at this moment, fighting with the devils in the dark, screaming and screaming, and some rolled on the ground.

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

Hand-to-hand combat has always been the most brutal, the gleaming bayonet stabs forward with arrogance, the bayonet sees red, and just one encounter has four or five people on both sides clutching their stomachs and crying and rolling on the ground. ?

Facing the wounded and dead comrades-in-arms, the living have no time to grieve and rescue them. If they don't fight off the devil soldiers rushing in from behind, they will all have to repeat the same mistakes and be killed by the devils.

More than ten people from the third and fourth squads fought with the devil soldiers, the bayonets collided violently, mixed with roars and wailing, the sound of the bayonet piercing into the flesh made people's ears go soft.

After Yang Ling finished the life of the ghost soldier who threw him down, he picked up the thrown [-] cover and rushed up again. He stabbed a devil who was pressing down on the Chinese soldier, and the blood arrow flew. The devil soldier was caught by Yang Ling He kicked over and made another cut.

"Ah!" A Chinese soldier was wailing in pain, a sharp bayonet was stabbing at his stomach, and the grinning devil soldier looked extremely ferocious like the evil from hell.

The bayonet was already dripping with blood, but the ghost soldier would not let go of the Chinese soldier whose intestines had been picked out. Seeing that he was still howling, he turned around and stabbed the Chinese soldier along the heart, completely ending the life of the Chinese soldier.

Two ragged Chinese soldiers worked together to knock down a yelling devil soldier to the ground, but they were thin and thin with yellow faces and weak bodies, so they were killed one after another by the strong and powerful devil soldier.

The Chinese soldiers in the two squads were almost wiped out in an instant, and Yang Ling was screaming with red eyes at this moment to fight bloody with the devils. One devil was knocked to the ground by the butt of his gun, and the other rushed up again.

"Kill!" Yang Ling roared and sent the bayonet into the devil's chest. Under the pain, the devil soldier still opened his teeth and claws frantically, frighteningly ferocious.

Yang Ling kicked the devil's crotch, and the devil screamed like a pig butcher, curled up on the ground clutching his crotch, and was killed by Yang Ling.

The battle was short but fierce, with white knives in and red knives out, head-to-head without any room for maneuver.

Although the Chinese soldiers of the two squads fought off more than a dozen devil soldiers who rushed in from behind, they killed [-] enemies and lost [-]. The two squad leaders were killed on the spot, and the five remaining soldiers were also injured.

Yang Ling killed five devil soldiers by himself, almost half of the devil soldiers who rushed in. Even so, the defenders of the two squads still fought a miserable victory. The difference in strength between the two sides was obvious.

The devil soldiers are very good in terms of tactical training, physical fitness, and logistical support. On the other hand, the Chinese defenders are far behind, and their physical fitness alone falls behind.

Malnourished, yellow and emaciated, the body is not strong enough, and only two or three people can work together to deal with a devil in a bayonet fight. Except for monsters like Yang Ling.

"Brother, brother, hold on!" A surviving soldier yelled in a crying voice, holding down the soldier whose chest was bleeding.

The soldier lying on the ground looked pained and wanted to say something, but blood kept coming out of his mouth, and finally he couldn't get over it and died.

"Little devil! I'm drafting grandma!" Seeing his comrade die in his arms, the soldier with a crying voice picked up a gun and suddenly stood up, charging at the devil who was still attacking with anger on his face. past.

puff puff!

Two stray bullets flew in the darkness and hit him in the chest. He screamed and fell to the ground unwillingly, shedding the last drop of blood.

According to Yang Ling's order, the old Wang asked the machine gun squad to retreat, but just as he stepped into the civilian house of the machine gun squad, the violent air wave generated by the explosion in the room sent him out again, and the gushing debris made Lao Wang Grinning with a headache.

The Japanese soldier crawled under the window and threw two grenades into the house of the machine gun squad. The explosion directly wiped out all five members of the machine gun squad, and the machine gun was also blown into parts.

"Damn it!" Old Wang got up from the ground with his head dangling, the mud all over his body fell down, and then stirred around.

The machine gun in the house on the left is considered to be reimbursed, and the machine gun in the house on the right is the only heavy firepower. He yelled at the top of his voice: "The machine gun should be retreated to the back! You are still stuck there waiting to die!"

The machine gunner in the house on the right had only one deputy shooter left, and the rest were killed by stray bullets. He also saw the explosion on the left.

Hearing the old Wangtou's yell, he was so frightened that he held his machine gun and ran back. As soon as he ran out of the house, the house was bombed down by the devil's mortar, which made him sweat coldly on his forehead.

As soon as the machine guns in charge of fire suppression were withdrawn, the devil soldiers rushed forward, and their grenade launchers also extended their strikes forward. The rumbling South Street was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames, houses collapsed one after another, and the town was filled with smog. Yang Ling felt his lungs It's full of gunpowder smoke and mud.

Yang Ling and the others couldn't stop the ferocious firepower of the devils, so they could only retreat deep into the town, relying on the ruined houses for street fighting.

A company with more than 150 people was reimbursed for most of them within a short while, and the rest of them also got into the dilapidated houses, panting, smashing windows and blocking doors.

boom!

The ghost soldiers rushed forward against the corner of the street. They kept pulling the bolts to shoot.

But the good days of the devils who entered the streets were coming to an end. The remaining soldiers of Yangling Company relied on the buildings to fire relentlessly. Bombardment with grenadiers and mortars resumed.

Black smoke billowed from Jiangqiao Town, rotten wood and straw crackled and began to burn, illuminating the dark and mottled walls where corpses were scattered here and there.

The devils tried to attack again after the bombardment was over, but they were beaten back by Yang Ling and the others, and there was even a short hand-to-hand fight.

"Company Commander Yang, the regimental deputy ordered your company to withdraw to North Street." After the devil's attack was repelled, the temporary messenger of the supplementary regiment came in through the rear window and found Yang Ling, who was covered in dirt.

"Isn't there a company on North Street?" Yang Ling was puzzled.

The messenger replied: "The first company was blasted out by the devil's grenadier, and the deputy commander of the regiment is now shrinking the defense."

"Okay, I got it." Yang Ling didn't expect Yilian to be exhausted so quickly, it was a little unexpected and a little heavy.

"That company commander looks very big and thick. It turned out to be an embroidered pillow, so it's so rough." Thinking of moving his nest again, Old Wang muttered dissatisfied.

Yang Ling glanced at the injured old Wang's head and said, "Okay, tell the brothers to go to North Street."

It was only an advance detachment of the Devils that attacked Jiangqiao Town. The lieutenant of the Devils thought they could eat the defenders with their strength, but unexpectedly the boat capsized in the gutter. Although he was not reconciled to the lack of manpower, he had to ask for support.

"Mr. Suzuki! The third team encountered stubborn resistance from the Chinese army in the town to the south, and asked for reinforcements!"

"how many people?"

"About battalion-level scale."

"Let the second and third squadrons go over for reinforcements!"

"Roms!"

Soon, more than 400 devil soldiers armed to the teeth, under the cover of five tanks, went straight to the smoky Jiangqiao.

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Jiangqiao Town only showed its dark outline in the night. The incendiary bombs fired by the devils set several houses ablaze. It spreads all around. ???

Lieutenant Guizi gathered back the scattered attacking people from all directions. They suffered serious losses in this little-known town. A total of 37 soldiers were killed, and the remaining troops were no longer able to capture the town.