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

The turbid air waves of the explosion rolled over, and the choking smell of gunpowder mixed with bloody smell made it difficult to breathe, and the platoon leaders on the front line were shouting loudly.

The grenades were thrown out like money, and the grenades from the devil soldiers also flew over. Many collided in the air and exploded, and the explosions flew horizontally.

Many blood-stained ghost soldiers rushed through the smoke screen of the explosion, and were knocked out by sharpshooters among the veterans head-on, and fell straight to the ground.

The veterans fought heartily, and the new recruit, Wang Zikun, mustered up the courage to raise his head. Yang Ling told them that the more afraid of death, the faster they would die.

He bit the pressure and picked up the cold rifle, loaded the bullet, and aimed at a screaming devil leader. Before he could shoot, the devil leader was blown off his legs. He really couldn't bear to kill the devil Screaming devil.

He turned his gun to another devil soldier who was charging while shooting, and he pulled the trigger, but the bullets flew out of nowhere, and he watched the devil charge towards him helplessly.

Wang Zikun was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. When he was nervous, he couldn't even eject the cartridge case. He pulled the bolt hard but couldn't pull it. .

More and more devils rushed over, the grenades could no longer stop them, and the machine guns arranged behind the two wings joined the ranks of blocking.

The machine gunners were all veterans, and they shot accurately and very well, with almost no waste of ammunition. Faced with the pincer fire of several machine guns, the devil soldier who rushed forward was covered in blood and was almost completely smashed.

The company guarding the front line fought fiercely and resolutely. Although the devils charged fiercely and fiercely, they still failed to reach their line of defense, and were suppressed after leaving behind dozens of corpses.

The first wave of fighting ended easily, and the student soldiers hiding behind, led by the officers, immediately ran to the front line and dragged the injured brothers to the back.

"Everyone hide in the bunker! Anti-cannon!"

Someone shouted on the battlefield, this time Wang Zikun didn't wait for anyone to pull him, and grabbed the gun and got into the hole of the anti-gun.

Devil soldiers are also like human beings. They are extremely good at summing up experience in battle. Generally, they will know that there is a Chinese army headquarters when they encounter a crowd of shell guns, and they will attack violently.

They will be very happy if they encounter intensive and violent machine gun fire from the defenders, which will not stop for a moment, because this is a new recruit unit of the Chinese army.

And when they encountered the blocking of the Chinese army just now, the grenade exploded as soon as it hit the ground, and they didn't give them a chance to pick it up and throw it back. Hesitantly called for artillery support.

The earth-shattering cannon sounded, countless flashes lit up on the horizon, the shells poured down like raindrops, and a terrible red wave set off on the earth.

The volley of countless mountain artillery and howitzers fired with astonishing power. The scorching shells seemed to make the cold air boil, and the whistling shells made the scalp numb.

Wangjiazhuang, a few hundred meters away from Yang Ling's position, became the target of artillery fire. Countless shells crashed down. Amidst the violent explosion, the cloudy smoke and dust filled the air.

The rotten wood of those low houses and the water tanks were all blown up, and the Wangjiazhuang was torn to pieces immediately like paper.

The devils fired non-stop, and almost turned the entire Wangjiazhuang upside down. The soil turned yellow at first, then turned brown, and finally burned to black.

"My darling, this little devil has eaten explosives." Seeing the devil razing the Wangjiazhuang to the ground, even the veterans were not calm.

Many people suddenly began to appreciate Yang Ling's foresight and did not set up a position in Zhuangzi, otherwise there would be no scum left for everyone.

Wangjiazhuang has become a ruin, only the burning mounds are left. The devil's cannon fire is so violent that it is shocking. Everyone knows that this battle is probably more cruel than any other.

The thick fog caused the devil to misjudge the coordinates and razed the Wangjiazhuang to the ground. Yang Ling and the others should have been lucky, but he felt extremely heavy.

"Huzi! Go back to Gaoqiao Gate immediately, and say that the main force of the devils is coming this way!"

The artillery fire was still spreading. Yang Ling knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly asked the guard Huzi to go back and report, hoping to evacuate here. He didn't want to ruin these brothers.

The sound of the cannon was rumbling, and the shouts of charges like a mountain roar and a tsunami had swept over. The sound shook the thick fog, revealing the ghost soldiers all over the mountains and plains.

Looking around, Yang Ling saw that there was at least one group of thousands of devils. It seemed that the devils were really impatient and wanted to break through here.

Fierce gunshots rang out, and the veterans knew that when it was time to fight for their lives, all weapons were fired, bullets rained and blood spattered.

"Liu Yidao!"

"Here!" Liu Yidao rushed to Yang Ling in disgrace.

"Take a company and go around to the left! Stab the devil in the middle!"

"Yes!"

Text Chapter 278 The friendly army ran away

The biting cold wind blew away the gunpowder smoke, and the pitted battlefield was already a mess, and the devils were repelled once again.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion fought tenaciously. Although the devils rushed into the front line, they were smashed to pieces by the deep firepower.

Just when the devil's attack was blocked, more than 100 brothers led by Liu Yidao swung their swords and killed them from the left slanting stab, cutting off the devil's attacking force in half, so that they could not look after each other in the end.

Although Yang Ling had always avoided confrontation, modern tactics were useless in this situation. The two sides were fighting with the blood and courage in their bodies, and the spirit of bright swords that the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road.

The trumpeter puffed up his chest and blew the charge horn, and hundreds of brothers rushed out shouting amidst the sonorous and powerful sound of the trumpets.

Most of the guerrilla battalion are veterans. Although they usually do nothing, they are absolutely reckless when fighting.

The devils have undergone systematic fighting training and have the spirit of bushido as the pillar of courage, but the brothers in the guerrilla battalion are even more fearless. They have seen too many towns that were bombed into ruins and too many tragedies caused by devils , They wholeheartedly want to fight the devils and drive them out of China!

The power of Yang Ling's role model is inexhaustible. In China, a country that respects role models, military officers at all levels take the lead in the charge, which itself is a powerful motivation.

As the saying goes, those who are horizontal are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying. Although the devils charged fiercely and fiercely, they were still fought down in the face of the desperate fighting of the brothers in the guerrilla camp.

Liu Yidao stepped on the blood-stained soil and returned to the position. The cotton military uniform on his body was torn into strands of rags again, and blood could be vaguely seen seeping through the holes.

The vicious battles are fought one after another, no matter how new the military uniform is, once a bloody battle with the devils, it will turn into scorched tatters and can no longer be worn. It is really a headache to have no clothes to wear in this cold winter.

After the war took a break, Yang Ling knew that the devil would definitely not let it go, so he asked Qin Shou to lead people to collect the devil's weapons and ammunition to supplement the consumption, otherwise the battle would not be possible.

"How's the loss, brothers?" Seeing Liu Yidao coming back bloody, Yang Ling asked about the casualties.

Liu Yidao sat down on the ammunition box, gasped and said, "32 were sacrificed and [-] were seriously injured."

"Send the seriously injured to the rear, write down the names of those who died and report back, and the body will be buried on the spot."

The war was cruel, and Yang Ling had become numb. From Shanghai to Nanjing, he saw more dead than living. Any sorrow and grief would be futile. Only by driving the devils out of China can the suffering of the Chinese nation be ended.

The Seventh Wing of Devils' attack was blocked. They knew they had kicked on the iron board. Commander Devils made a quick decision and didn't plan to spend too much time here entangled with Yang Ling and the others.

"The 35th Regiment immediately bypassed the blocking position of the Chinese Army and penetrated towards Guanghuamen! This part of the Chinese Army is left for the [-]th Regiment to deal with."

The goal of all the devil's troops is Nanjing City, and the commander of the Seventh Wing is no exception. He can't wait to lead his troops into Nanjing City first and become a hero of the empire.

As for the stubbornly resisting Chinese troops in these outlying positions, the crazed devil infantry interspersed with troops didn't care, and the armored tank troops came from behind to defeat them.

The devils bypassed the blocking position of the guerrilla battalion and continued to penetrate Guanghua Gate in Nanjing. Yang Ling and the others didn't know it. After they repelled the devils, they immediately prepared to dodge the artillery. .

"Battalion Commander, why hasn't this devil come here?" Wang Huzi was already ready for a fierce battle, but after waiting for so long, he found that the devil was so silent, which made him puzzled.

Yang Ling frowned and didn't speak, but Liu Yidao opened his mouth first: "I said, Wang Huzi, why are you so mean? It's so comfortable if the devil doesn't come to beat you. You have to beg the devil to come and beat you to feel comfortable, or what?"

"I don't think there's something wrong with this, what a fart you are."

The company commander, Blacksmith, tilted his head and said: "Battle Commander, could it be that we beat the devil so hard just now, that the little devil is scared?"