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

Body 1 Chapter [-] Bait

The shattered darkness flashed cold light from time to time, and the ground trembled violently. Beixinjing, Nanxiang Station and other defensive positions were under fire, and the main force of the Devils was making a breakthrough. ?

A regiment of the [-]rd Division was guarding a position not far to the north of Jiangqiao. An hour ago, there was intense gunfire, but there had been no movement for a long time. Yang Ling guessed that they should be finished.

The devils are well-equipped and have a large number of infantry artillery. The simple trenches of the defenders will be destroyed if they can't block a few shots. Facing the rain of bullets like a storm, it is useless for the defenders to fill in more people.

The big field was lost in the evening, and the new line of defense was being attacked violently by devils. It was certain that it would not be able to stop it. As long as one point was breached, it would only be a matter of time before the entire line collapsed.

Now Yang Ling didn't care about whether the other positions could be held. He only cared about whether Jiang Qiao could survive until the order to retreat came. If he retreated without the order to retreat, he would be a deserter. Those cold-blooded guys in the supervisory team would not show mercy.

Yang Ling felt that he was locked in a cage, and he had nowhere to use his strength. He was bound by those rules and couldn't move. They had to be nailed to Jiangqiao and die in Jiangqiao.

No one wants to die, but the military order is like a mountain, and they must stick to it. If they want to live, they can only fight the devils. If they die, they will live. I hope to regain the initiative.

The 29 veterans followed Yang Ling's footsteps towards the east of the town. Under the bright moonlight, their elongated shadows were like lonely ghosts, vaguely shadowy.

They touched an infantry squad of devils on the west side of the town, and they killed more than a dozen devils quietly. Although several of them failed the lottery, the injured ones didn't feel pain, but were very excited. They would rather die more A few times such a lottery, and a few more such happy battles.

From Lion Forest, Wusongkou to Yunzaobang and Jiangwan, how many of their comrades-in-arms have become mutilated corpses, and how many of them have been blasted to pieces. They are also the lucky ones who crawled out of the pile of corpses. They have a deep hatred for the devils. .

But so what if there is hatred in vain, battles cannot be fought, guns are not as good as people, people are still dying in batches, and positions are still being lost one by one. Their angry roars finally turned into pale despair, turning into Walking corpses numb to machinery, numb to pull the trigger, numb to follow the flow of people, until they are shot and killed by flying bullets.

They were incorporated into the supplementary regiment and were responsible for guarding the river bridge. They were still numb, like soulless people, but they were still human after all, and they were still unwilling.

When Yang Ling said that they would take the initiative to attack, although they knew that they might never go back because of the danger, they still signed up. They hoped that before they died, they would not be so useless, and they would be able to beat the devils uprightly instead of being beaten by the devils.

Fortunately, they fought a small victory, and more than a dozen devils were all killed. The flame of victory was ignited in the hearts of these soldiers who were on the verge of despair, and finally turned into a light of hope, illuminating their way forward. road.

Yang Ling was still Yang Ling, with a thin body and a thin face, but his figure became tall and straight in the eyes of the soldiers, because he led them to victory, even if it was a small victory, compared to dying on this battlefield For the 30 Chinese Communist Party members, it is insignificant, but this is the most proud of them in the past few months.

Not only these bloody soldiers, but the entire land of China is shrouded in haze. The common people are in panic all day long, and the soldiers are numb and desperate. No one can understand the state of mind that they can do nothing in the face of the broken mountains and rivers.

These soldiers saw light and hope in Yang Ling, and Yang Ling also hoped to use his actions and efforts to spread the light of hope and dispel the haze. From [-] to now, Northeast China was lost, North China was lost, and now East China It is about to be lost, and the Chinese need a hearty victory to inspire people.

Yang Ling is not a great man, and he doesn't have the ability to turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain. He is just an ordinary soldier. He hopes that through his own efforts, people will see hope and turn small victories into big victories——

Yang Ling stopped when he was walking. The 29 veterans who followed him thought there were devils ahead, and they all fell to the ground, but they found that Yang Ling was still standing there without moving.

Although the still dark vision was not good, the undulating reeds and swaying branches not far away were dark shadows. Yang Ling looked around and finally fell on a dirt beam to the west.

"Commander Yang, why don't you leave?" Platoon leader Liu Yidao leaned forward in front of Yang Ling, looked around and asked in a low voice.

Liu Yidao was originally the squad leader of the 29th Army. He used to beat devils at the Xifengkou of the Great Wall. He was an old acquaintance with devils. He was good at using big swords. Later, he was injured in the north and sent to the rear. The troops came to the Songhu battlefield and continued to fight devils.

Yang Ling squatted down, pointed to the dark soil beam on the left and the weedy depression on the right, and said to Liu Yidao, "This is a good place for Tibetans."

Tibetan?Shouldn't we go to the east and continue to touch devils?What are you hiding here for?Liu Yidao was puzzled, looking at Yang Ling waiting for his next words

"Just now we had a lot of trouble trying to catch devils in the west. I guess there will be fewer devils in the east than in the west. We will definitely not be able to get along like we did just now. Maybe we will capsize in the gutter. I think we You have to change your game.”

"Another way of fighting?" Liu Yidao looked at the earth beams and weed-covered depressions over there and asked uncertainly: "Commander Yang, you mean to ambush the devils?"

Yang Ling nodded. The terrain here is not bad. Besides, they captured the weapons and ammunition of a reinforced squad of the Devils just now, which is enough for a short ambush. As long as the difference in the size of the Devils' troops is not too big, he thinks it's not a big problem.

"But let's hide here. Devils don't necessarily pass through here. It's very difficult to lay an ambush." ​​Liu Yidao is not stupid. The so-called ambush requires the right time, place and people. It's hard, the devils don't belong to their family, they come whenever they say they want.

Yang Ling smiled and didn't speak. He was the captain of the Falcon Squadron, and he was good at small-scale special operations. Things like luring the enemy into the ambush circle were not difficult for him.

"Leave the little devils to me, and you will be responsible for the fight. As long as the devils come, most of them must be knocked out in the first round of strikes. Are you sure?"

Liu Yidao thought for a while and said conservatively: "Two crooked handles and these grenades, as long as there are not too many devils, it should work."

Yang Ling patted Liu Yidao on the shoulder and said, "Alright then, I'll leave it to you to direct the ambush later, and I'll lure the devils over."

"Leave the task of attracting devils to me, and you will command the battle."

"Are you not confident in yourself or in me?"

"no……"

"Then act, machine gun remember to arrange crossfire, the first round of fire must be fast and fierce."

Body 1 Chapter Eleven Provocative!

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The soil was wet and cold, and Liu Yidao, who was lying on the ground, felt extremely uncomfortable. He moved his legs restlessly and lay down in a more comfortable position. His eyes kept staring at the dark distance, and the time passed A second passed, and Yang Ling still hadn't come back, so he couldn't help frowning.

After Yang Ling set up the ambush circle, he went into the darkness to lure the devils, but it took more than ten minutes to say the least, he didn't even have half a figure, and Liu Yidao's patience was running out during the long wait. Did the devil catch or miss?Liu Yidao didn't know.

Although he hadn't been in contact with Yang Ling for a long time, Yang Ling alone in the west of the town seemed to kill the devil's two riflemen silently. Liu Yidao felt that Yang Ling's skills should not be weak. What's the problem?He couldn't figure it out, and could only wait in torment.

Liu Yidao led more than a dozen soldiers in ambush behind a slightly higher earth beam. The tripod of the machine gun had been deployed and embedded in the soil. Diagonally opposite them was a low-lying barren grassland. Another machine gun and people were nesting. Over there, two groups of people lined up side by side, forming an inverted figure-of-eight formation. As long as the devils sneak in, they will definitely not be able to please.

Liu Yidao was frowning because Yang Ling hadn't come back for a long time, while the soldiers lying on the ground clutching rifle grenades were a little excited.

They had just won a small victory in the west, sweeping away their decadence, and now although they only had 29 heads to ambush a much larger number of devil soldiers than them, they were more excited than nervous.

If they were in the past, they would never dare to ambush the devils, and they would run as far as they could, because they knew that even if they encountered a devil, they would have to explain everything to an infantry squad.

But now, although they are still uneasy, they are more self-confident. This kind of self-confidence has no reason. Maybe it is because they have won the battle just now, or maybe it is because they believe that Yang Ling can lead them to continue to win. Generally speaking, they are more confident now. More is to look forward to.

More than 20 soldiers lying in ambush waited anxiously and excitedly, while Yang Ling seemed to have turned into a predator in the dark at this moment.

As a former Falcon Squadron Leader, after countless cruel trainings, he was particularly sensitive to the surrounding environment. Even on this night with poor vision, the devil's bright whistle and dark whistle are still like the emperor's new clothes in his eyes. See everything at a glance.

Click!Yang Ling twisted his hands hard, and a devil who was lying down in the weeds secretly distorted his head and died quietly. He gently put down the devil's body, and fumbled to hang the melon grenade on his body. Yang Ling continued to touch his body.

There were not many devil soldiers, and Yang Ling wandered around the vicinity but did not find any other camps of devils. The only camp he found was set up in the bamboo forest.

He lay down in the weeds to observe the bamboo forest. It was dimly dark, and the moonlight could not penetrate, so he could not see clearly what was inside. He could only judge by the rough outlines how many field tents the devils had set up.

After Yang Ling thought for a while, he put the bayonet back into the sheath around his waist, took out two melon grenades and touched them silently like a cheetah.

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"Why is there no movement outside?" Liu Ming, the deputy of the regiment in Jiangqiao Town, had been watching the movement outside the town, but Yang Ling and the others who took the initiative to attack hadn't fired a gun outside for a long time, so he was very puzzled.

Li Tiezhu leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Hearing the regimental deputy's muttering, he said, "Maybe the man surnamed Yang led someone to become a deserter."

"Li Tiezhu, what are you talking about? Who do you say is a deserter?" Before Li Tiezhu's words fell, the dark-faced old Wangtou suddenly stood up, pointing at Li Tiezhu and questioning loudly.

"What? Dare to be a deserter and dare not let people tell?!" Li Tiezhu thought that Yang Ling had beaten him when he was in Dingjiaqiao, and he had been holding his gun all the time. He had prejudices and naturally spoke without any scruples.

"You son of a bitch! Try saying something again!" Although Old Wangtou had bandages on his arms, he did not allow Li Tiezhu to tarnish Yang Ling's reputation like this.

Others didn't know about Yang Ling, but he, the old Wangtou, knew well. He also saw Yang Ling kill no less than twenty devil soldiers on the Yunzaobang battlefield. If anyone said that Yang Ling was a deserter, he would be the first to disagree.