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

The devil's machine gun positions were arranged on both sides of the road, each with a machine gun group, with a good range of fire, and the crossfire just covered the muddy road.

There were not many devil soldiers, only two infantry units of more than 20 people, and one charge could take them down. Yang Ling was not worried. What he was afraid of was the devil's main position, which was less than two miles to the left of Devil Luka.

Through six times Cao Changjing, Yang Ling could clearly see that there were not only mortars and mountain cannons in the devil's position, but also an unknown number of tanks.

If they couldn't quickly get rid of the devil Luka who blocked the way, then when the left-wing devils reacted, they would definitely not be able to walk around. If they encountered devil tanks in the wild, they were destined to be slaughtered.

"Listen to me. The two machine guns fire to clear the way. The others rush forward to the end. Don't stop when encountering anything. You will be safe after crossing the river."

"What should I do if I'm injured?" Someone asked in a low voice.

Before Yang Ling could speak, the smoker had already handed the interrogator a melon grenade: "You can't be a prisoner even if you die!"

The brother who asked the question was stunned for a few seconds and stretched out his hand to tightly hold the grenade that the old smoker gave him, his eyes were full of determination.

Yang Ling looked at the brothers with firm eyes, and raised his hands to salute them for the first time. These brothers also knew that this time was bad luck, so they raised their hands in return.

"Action!" Yang Ling shouted in a low voice, and with a bang, the bullet was loaded.

More than 20 brothers hunched forward alternately under the cover of sparse willows and weeds, and soon got close to the back of a gentle slope more than 300 meters away from Guiziluka.

Yang Ling leaned his back against the gentle slope, took a deep breath, and waved his hand vigorously at Yang Dashu who was next to him with a machine gun hanging around his neck.

Yang Dashu gritted his teeth, and stood up suddenly while lying on the ground. At the same time, the Type [-] light machine gun hanging around his neck fired at Luka of the devil soldier.

Although the devil soldiers have been vigilant, they did not expect that the enemy would touch them under their noses. The two devil soldiers standing behind the sandbags and puffing clouds were immediately smashed by the bullets like water splashing on their necks. Mixed with blood splashing in the air.

The sudden sound of the gunshot shocked the jaws of the rest of the devils, and a squawking roar sounded from behind the trench. The devil's machine gun shooter hurriedly threw away the cigarette in his hand, flew to the crooked light machine gun, pressed his finger, da da Dadi fought back.

boom!

A puff of blue smoke came out of Yang Ling's gun, and the bullet whizzed across the 300-meter open field and hit the main shooter of the Devil's machine gun. The impact of the bullet caused him to fall back into the trench, and the machine gun went silent.

"Come on!" The remnant soldiers screamed and stood up from behind the gentle slope and rushed forward, bullets roaring and flying.

The Devil Riflemen also hurriedly raised their guns and pulled the bolt to shoot, but their aim was really not very good in a panic, and the weeds on the ground were splashed and muddy, but they didn't even wipe the hair of the remnant soldiers.

Yang Ling pulled the bolt of the gun while running to shoot. The bullets whizzed past him and embedded themselves in the soil behind him with a puff sound. He almost had no shots left. He had already killed two devil riflemen and one in a short period of time. main shooter.

The remnant soldiers rushed forward desperately, and when they crossed 100 meters, someone was finally shot and fell to the ground. The remnant soldiers running in front of Yang Ling screamed the loudest, attracting the firepower of the ghost soldiers, and were shot several times at almost the same time. The head of the Tianling cover was directly blown away by the bullet.

Yang Dashu's machine gun rang out after a pause for a moment, rattling, bean-popping gunshots made the battlefield noisy, blood mist rose from behind the sandbag bunker, and several devils were smashed to pieces.

Not to be outdone, the Devil Bing's machine gun fired back forcefully. The disabled soldier's other crooked machine gun just fired less than half of the bullets, and the bullets pierced his body.

Like a drunken man, the remnant machine gunner staggered forward a few more steps, and then fell headlong into the ditch. A familiar remnant wanted to pull him away, but he was quickly caught by the devil. The head exploded, red and white splashed into the soil and on the weeds, filled with a strong smell of blood.

Old Smoker held two melon grenades in his hand, bumped them with all his strength, and threw them out with all his strength. The rumbling mud flew up, and a Devil's machine gun team was blown out of the bunker.

The distance of 300 meters was reached in one charge, and the more than 20 devils didn't even have the time to unleash suppressive firepower in a hurry.

A ghost soldier with a gun saw Yang Ling rushing over immediately, and hurriedly turned his gun to shoot. Yang Ling's ferocious aura of not dodging caused the bullet of the devil soldier to miss.

Yang Ling also fired, and the bullet directly pierced the Devil Bing's neck. He saw a large stream of bright red liquid flying out of the hole in Devil Bing's neck.

The devil's face was terrified, and he covered his bleeding neck with his hands to try to stop the blood from flowing out, but soon his hands also turned bloody, and he fell to the ground and twitched twice and died.

"Kill the devil—" A remnant soldier bravely rushed into the devil's luka, but then two glaring bayonets pierced his stomach.

There was fierceness in the cold eyes of the two ghost soldiers, and they twisted hard, smashing the internal organs of the remnant soldier immediately, blood gushing from the remnant soldier's mouth, his body was held by the bayonet and he did not fall down.

The remnant soldier's face was in pain, but he wanted to laugh. He touched the grenade on his waist and smashed it hard at the cold steel helmet on the devil's head.

With a loud bang, the remnant soldier and the two devil soldiers were swallowed up by the violent explosion smoke at the same time, and they died together.

The Devil Sergeant looked hideous like a monster. He swung a sharp saber and slashed at a remnant soldier rushing towards him. The saber splashed with blood, and cut the remnant soldier from the oblique stab at his shoulder to the lower abdomen on the opposite side. .

The steaming intestines slipped out of the incision, and the remnant soldier let out a painful cry, crying and trying to stuff it back again, the bloody saber was chopped down again, leaving only a headless corpse lying on the ground.

As soon as the red-eyed Devil Jun Cao raised his head, Yang Ling hit him hard in the face with the butt of a gun. His cold face was disfigured immediately, and his bloody teeth flew out.

The devil army cao let out a howl like killing a pig, and Yang Ling stabbed him neatly in the heart. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, which ended the ferocious devil's life.

A few devils wanted to rush out of the trench to fight, but Yang Dashu rushed over with the machine gun in his arms, and immediately beat them to pieces, and they all fell into the trench one by one.

"Cross the river!" Looking at the blood dripping crowd, Yang Ling didn't care to count the casualties, and ran towards the 500-meter river.

The battle of Devil Luka attracted the attention of the Devils on the left wing. A few rumbling tanks drove over. Yang Ling and the others were rushing towards the river. The wheels of the tanks were spinning fast with their chains.

Facing Luka's dead body on the ground, the Devil Tank chased it anxiously, and ran over it directly. The broken meat mixed with blood was brought into the chain, making the chain red.

Boom boom boom!

When there was a distance of more than 100 meters from the small river, the devil's 75mm mountain cannon shells hit his head and face. Yang Ling was knocked to the ground and gnawed a mouthful of dirt, which still smelled fishy, ​​and his ears were buzzing.

He stood up unsteadily and was not able to stand still. His body was lifted up by the explosion, and he spun in mid-air and fell to the ground. He felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

Yang Dashu had already thrown away the machine gun that was full of bullets, and his burly body dragged Yang Ling and jumped into the river. The icy water made Yang Ling tremble, and he regained consciousness. Turning his head, he saw that the tank of the devil soldiers had arrived shore.

Boom boom boom!The other side of the river was bombarded densely with shells, and the soil on the river bank was blown away layer by layer. The sky was dark and full of gunpowder smoke. The Devil tanks that chased the river were also shot and turned into fireballs. They were stationed on the other side of the river. The 103rd Division The troops opened fire.

Text Chapter 229 Survival after disaster

The river water in early winter was icy cold, and people were so cold that they turned blue and trembled. The brothers who jumped into the river did not dare to stop and swam desperately to the opposite bank.

"Brother Yang, help me—"

Fatty Tian San was also forced into the river by the earth-shattering artillery fire on the bank, but he forgot that he couldn't swim, so he kept sinking, and poured several mouthfuls of cold water with a fishy smell with his hands.

Yang Ling's consciousness became much clearer, but there was still a buzzing in his ear drums. He vaguely heard the fat man's cry, and turned his head just in time to see his head submerged in the water.

"Big tree, save people!"

Amidst the rumbling artillery fire, Yang Dashu didn't hear Yang Ling's words, and still dragged him to swim desperately to the other side.

Yang Ling yelled a few more times, and Yang Dashu let go of Yang Ling's hand. Yang Ling swam back vigorously and pulled the fat man out of the water.

There were quite a few brothers who couldn't swim, and they sank after shouting and splashing a few times. Yang Ling and Yang Dashu jumped back into the water to rescue them one by one.

A regiment of the 103rd Division was stationed at the river bank position. They called for artillery support, and the airtight shells continued to greet the opposite bank.

The devil's artillery did not show any weakness. The 75mm caliber mountain artillery and the 105mm caliber field artillery immediately responded. Many artillery shells from both sides collided violently in midair, emitting a dazzling light.

Those devil tanks with flesh and blood on the track chains also knew the power of the artillery, and wanted to turn around and evacuate from the river bank, but the shells smashed down and turned into fireballs one after another.

The old smoker was also dragged onto the scorched river bank, spit water on the ground, and spit out a small piece of minced meat, he turned his head to look at the river, seeing the scene in the river, his stomach churned Unable to hold back, he turned his head and vomited.

Yang Ling also noticed the situation in the river. The original clear water had turned dark red, and there were a lot of mutilated corpses and sundries floating around. It must be because there were a lot of fierce battles here these days, so Fang was so concerned about running for his life that he didn't pay attention. Now it seems that it is a purgatory on earth.