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

The wounded devil was still lying in the rubble and wailing, with blood coming out of his mouth. Although the rest of the hidden devil soldiers were anxious, they could only watch their surroundings cautiously, still judging where the gun was fired from just now.

But the gun fired only once, and they couldn't determine where the attack came from. They could only search the ruins with their naked eyes, hoping to find the damned Chinese army who attacked them.

A ghost soldier glanced over the mottled broken wall, across the alley piled up with sundries, and finally raised his head to look at the courtyard walls on both sides, and finally his eyes rested on the machine gun on the attic, and the cold-faced Chinese soldier , can no longer move.

Da da da—— da da da—the light machine gun with crooked handle rhythmically began to play the movement of death, and the bouncing shell casings fell crisply.

The ghost soldiers hidden outside the wall became living targets, one by one their bodies were torn apart by the howling bullets, blood was splashing, staining the walls red, the devil soldiers screamed desperately in the face of the rain of bullets, trying to escape , but there is nowhere to hide.

The condescending machine gun has become a demon from hell, showing a ferocious face, constantly spewing tongues of flames, the ballistic trajectory is horizontal and vertical, and the bottom is peared again, two magazines are used up, and the ghost soldiers of an infantry squad have become ruins. corpse.

"Go downstairs and move your position!" Yang Ling threw the hot barrel of the machine gun to the soldier behind him with his mouth wide open, turned around and went downstairs. The soldier looked at the corpse of the devil with his head smashed, and he was stunned for a while before he realized it. The devil was killed so easily?

The whole town was smashed into a pot of porridge. Every street and every compound was filled with gunpowder smoke. a bomb crater.

Yang Ling didn't stay in this landlord's compound for long, because the devils had already started attacking with grenades, and the gate was smashed. They could only die here if they stayed here.

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Yang Ling took the old king's head and they began to climb over the wall and leave the yard to transfer positions. In the yard not far away, the company commander Li Tiezhu was leading five soldiers to turn the guerrilla warfare into a positional warfare.

They were sticking to the wall of a courtyard, using a machine gun to suppress the devils on the corner of the street, and there were two corpses of devil soldiers lying in the corner. Obviously, they had a good record.

"Damn, what a joy!" Seeing the devil being crushed by them, the soldier manipulating the machine gun shouted excitedly, pouring bullets into the corner of the street.

Li Tiezhu cursed at the wall: "You prodigal bastard! Save some bullets for me!"

Occupying the commanding heights in street fighting is very important. First, it is convenient to observe the enemy's situation, and second, it can be condescending to suppress the enemy. But devils have grenadiers and infantry artillery, so the commanding heights become a dangerous place.

The excited machine gunner was changing magazines, and the devil machine gunner who had been being pressed and beaten also rang out. A series of bullets swept directly onto the wall, causing the debris on the top of the wall to be scattered. Then he fell and fell into the yard.

Li Tiezhu was startled by a thud. Looking around, the machine gunner, who was still alive and kicking just now, was beaten into a sieve. His eyes were red immediately, and he was about to grab the machine gun and continue shooting. At this moment, two grenades went over the high wall with a bang. fell into the yard.

When a soldier saw the black grenade swirling down on his feet, he was frightened and wanted to run, but his feet seemed to be weighing more than a thousand catties, and his calves were soft, so he couldn't move.

Rumble!As the flames and gunpowder spewed out, the soldier was blown half a meter high, and then hit the ground heavily, his whole body was blown to pieces.

Li Tiezhu was knocked to the ground by the air wave coming from behind, he felt the pain in his back and his face was sticky, and when he touched it, it turned out to be a piece of bloody meat.

"Company commander! The devil has rushed over!" The soldier who shot at the window turned his head towards Li Tiezhu and screamed. Li Tiezhu was about to call back, but the soldier who shouted had his neck smashed by the bullet.

Li Tiezhu stood up staggeringly and the other soldier couldn't care about anything, turned around and ran towards the back door.

Due to their insufficient understanding of Yangling's guerrilla warfare, Li Tiezhu and the others suffered a heavy loss. In just a few minutes, only two remnants of dusty faces remained in a guerrilla group.

Most of the training received by the defenders was to fight in front of the battlefield. Where did they fight this kind of guerrilla street fighting? Many guerrilla groups disdain Yang Ling's tactics and suffered a disadvantage in the early stage, but they soon learned from the blood. Zhong understood it and began to rely on architectural guerrilla.

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A devil's three-man combat team pressed against the wall of the alley and alternately covered and advanced. There were fierce gunshots in the yard in front of them. They were going to copy the rear of the defenders.

When they passed by a small door, there was a sudden bang, and the door panel slammed directly, and a devil was knocked to the ground before he could dodge.

The two devil soldiers in the back immediately pulled the bolts and fired. There were two gunshots, and the bullets hit the opposite wall with smoke and dust. As soon as the gunfire fell, several defenders with big knives in their hands rushed out of the door. .

Liu Yidao yelled loudly, and kicked a devil soldier who pulled the bolt away with his foot. The gleaming knife tip had already plunged into the heart of the devil soldier. Mouth sprayed out.

The other ghost soldier didn't land well either, he was cornered by three big knives, chopped off randomly, and turned into a headless corpse, which slid crookedly to the ground.

There were crackling gunshots everywhere in the town. Relying on the buildings as cover, the defenders continued to shoot the devil soldiers coldly, and the continuous surprise attacks caused the casualties of the devil soldiers to increase sharply.

Lieutenant Yoshino, the leader of the Devil Squadron, looked at the wounded who were being sent here, and frowned. When did the commander of the China Army become so powerful?

However, if they continue to fight like this, it is obvious that they will not get well. Lieutenant Yoshino immediately ordered: "All combat teams withdraw from the battle." He planned to change his strategy not to fight street fighting with the defenders, but to apply for artillery support.

In just half an hour of fighting, the Japanese soldiers' attack on the town ended in failure, and more than 50 people were damaged, and many corpses were not snatched out. He slapped him hard.

Body 1 Chapter [-] Dragnet Search

Lieutenant Yoshino, the leader of the Devil Squadron, quickly sent an application for artillery support outside the town. Although Captain Ueno was very dissatisfied with the slow progress of the attack, he finally nodded and allowed the artillery strike.

The two [-]-type infantry guns were sent into the barrel with the metal friction of the shells. With two bangs, the recoil generated by the shells stirred up a burst of smoke and dust, covering the artillery operators, and they began to load new shells.

The shell fell across the sky in a graceful arc and fell into the river bridge, and then the ground began to tremble again, a huge column of smoke rose up, and the gray tiles on the house crashed down, filling the air with smoke.

Old Wang leaned his head against the corner of the wall, and the dust on his head fell down, covering his body layer after layer, and finally turned into the same earthy color as the wall.

The rest of the soldiers were all holding guns, looking at the shaking tiles above their heads from time to time, worried that they would hit their heads.

"Why do you say that the little devil is such a prodigal? If you say bombardment, just bombard, you don't know how to be thrifty and run a family." Old Wangtou dusted the little devil with his hat while scolding the little devil.

In fact, the devils have a complete industrial system, and the assembly line manufactures weapons and ammunition, so there is no need to be thrifty at all. They only care about their soldiers, not these shells.

Yang Ling ignored Old Wang's complaints, turned on the kettle, poured cold water down his throat, and cherished this short rest.

The devils only fired half the base number of shells and then stopped. It wasn't that they didn't want to continue fighting, but that their ammunition consumption was too high after three months of fierce fighting, and they couldn't keep up with replenishment in a while.

Lieutenant Yoshino also transferred another infantry unit of his squadron to Jiangqiao Town to increase the strength to wipe out the Chinese defenders.

This time, Lieutenant Yoshino learned his lesson. Instead of rushing to chase after the guerrilla team encountering the Chinese defenders as before, he organized his subordinates into squads as combat units, starting from South Street, and going from street to house. In order to clear and suppress, their machine guns are placed on the streets and commanding heights. As long as the defenders show their heads, they will definitely not be able to please.

Several guerrilla groups continued to fight the devils just like they did just now, but as soon as they took the lead, the devils machine guns occupying the commanding heights came over, forcing them to retreat and hide.

However, the devils are suppressing them from street to house, and the living space of the defenders is constantly being compressed. Before long, the devils will force them to a certain corner, and they will be powerless to resist.

Liu Yidao led a few soldiers with big knives over a wall and landed in a dilapidated courtyard. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a muzzle protruding from the window, which scared him to death.

"Platoon Leader Liu?" Old Wangtou's head stuck out from the window, looking at Liu Yidao who was hiding behind the water tank and shouted.

Hearing a familiar voice, Liu Yidao raised his head and saw the dusty face of the old Wangtou, and cursed: "Old Wangtou, why are you hiding in this lump? You scared me to death. I thought it was a devil." .”

Liu Yidao took a few brothers and hurried into the house where Yang Ling and the others were hiding, and the two guerrilla groups had a round.

"Aren't you fighting in the east, so you came here?" The old Wangtou looked at the bewildered people and leaned forward to ask.

"It wasn't forced by the little devils. They wiped out house after house, and the machine guns were set up on the upper floor over there. As soon as we showed our heads, we would be shot. There is no way to fight over there."

Yang Ling frowned when he heard Liu Yidao's narration, no wonder they had been lying in ambush here for a long time without any movement from the devils.

A strong sense of crisis shrouded Yang Ling's heart. If the situation really develops according to the situation, they will be forced out by the devils sooner or later, and then it will be really bad luck.

Yang Ling stood up holding the gun: "We must break the devil's game, otherwise we will not survive."

"There are devils everywhere, we can't get out, how can we break it?"

Yang Ling glanced over the roof with the big hole, and pointed to the east: "The dragnet-style suppression must be the idea of ​​the Devil Commander, as long as we kill the Devil Commander, the situation will naturally be broken. As long as Persevere until dark, I guess the order to retreat will come down, and we don't need to fight the devils here, as long as we persist until dark."

Liu Yidao scratched his dusty head: "Easier said than done, now that the streets are full of devil soldiers, how do we know where the devil commander is?"