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

The devils at the head were instantly torn apart by the violent bullets, and fell to the ground wailing.

The devil behind was not frightened either, and rushed over with a bayonet while shooting.

The swishing bullets flew randomly, and several brothers who were lying on the ground were shot in the head, spraying sticky stuff on the old smoker's face, which was hot and bloody.

He grabbed a grenade and just threw it out, blowing up a few devils, and a stray bullet that flew from nowhere hit the old smoker's helmet with a puff.

Old Smoker felt his scalp numb, his head dizzy, and his body involuntarily fell on a charred tree stump, panting heavily.

The brothers around him had already rushed forward and fought hand-to-hand with the devil soldiers. Both sides stepped on the blood and mud and shouted and killed, and some people kept falling straight like wooden stakes.

The sound of bone shattering, the muffled impact and the scream of pain were exceptionally clear in the dark night, and the gunshots from the bottom of the mountain were coming closer and closer.

In front of him, the brothers and the devils had already fought together, and he couldn't see clearly in the dark, but he knew that the devils must have gained the upper hand, because he heard the brothers' screams.

He breathed a sigh of relief and touched his head. A bullet was deeply embedded in the bullet-scarred steel helmet. The bullet did not penetrate the helmet, and he took another life.

He wanted to stand up and join the battle group to help his brothers, but he was exhausted and couldn't stand up, so he simply picked up a sticky rifle and started aiming at the lone devil soldiers.

Just as a ferocious devil soldier stabbed a brother to the ground, the old smoker's gun rang out.

Like a drunk drunk, the devil turned around staggeringly, looked at the old smoking gun hidden by the tree stump, and threw himself into a pool of blood unwillingly with a plop.

"Bang!" Old Smoker leaned his shoulder against the butt of the gun and fired another shot. A cloud of blood burst out of a ghost's chest and fell down.

The old smoking gun kept firing, shooting and killing the standing devil soldiers in this small battle group shouting to fight.

More than 30 commando brothers were divided into countless commando groups in the dark, and with fierce firepower, they penetrated deep into the devil's defense line, causing the devil to be in chaos.

Those machine guns were blown into parts by the brothers who drilled out of nowhere if they didn't pay attention to the firepower. The devils screamed angrily but there was nothing they could do.

The darkness and the woods became the best cover. Under the explosion and flames, the fighting power of the devils who had lost their fire support was greatly reduced.

The sparse firepower of their rifles couldn't stop the main force that came up from all over the mountains and plains.

Many devil soldiers tried to rely on the trench fortifications to block the attack tenaciously and wait for reinforcements, but the attack from behind made them hard to defend.

After the brothers of the commando team touched the mountain, some continued to charge towards the top of the mountain, and some turned their backs to fight down the mountain.

The devils were very tenacious. Even though they were cut into separate positions, they still resisted desperately, so that Yang Ling and the others couldn't catch a single prisoner, and instead injured many brothers.

After several hours of fighting, the devils finally couldn't hold on. When it was almost dawn, the last dozen or so devils hid in the bunker on the top of the hill to resist.

A night of fierce fighting caused rivers of blood to flow from the golden dragon stalks, shattered corpses and broken guns were scattered all over the place, and many dead devils were even disheveled, which was enough to see their haste in resisting.

The rain had stopped, and the sun shone through the dark clouds on the scorched and soft mountain tops. The blood exuded a dazzling light, which was dazzling.

The brothers covered in blood mist and mud are cleaning the battlefield and rescuing the wounded. Although they are tired, their faces are full of smiles.

The old smoker leaned against a wooden pile, roasting rain-soaked tobacco leaves on a crackling fire, and looked at the mountains of corpses and scorched earth. Although he won, he did not feel the slightest joy.

Although more than 150 devils have been wiped out, there are less than ten of their more than 30 commando tactics left. The victory is all in exchange for life.

The commando team made great contributions to the troops' successful capture of the Golden Dragon Girder. They disrupted the devil's defense deployment with fierce firepower raids at night, so that the devil was always in a state of chaos and disorder from resisting to being wiped out.

And the firepower points of the devils they took advantage of the chaos also greatly reduced the casualties of the brothers in the main force.

Yang Ling and Zhang Handuo also climbed to the top of the mountain on the bloody mud, overlooking the smoke and scorched earth everywhere, their tense faces relaxed.

Their regiment was ordered to capture the Golden Dragon Girder. Although there were not many devils guarding it, they were still under tremendous pressure. Now that the Golden Dragon Girder was trampled under their feet, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Report, Commander Zhang, the brigade order to immediately repair the fortifications and consolidate the position!"

A messenger hurriedly came down the mountain and brought a new order from the brigade.

Text Chapter 463 Positional Warfare

The brigade's order was to let Yang Ling and his regiment stick to the Golden Dragon Girder, which meant that they had to nail it here like a nail and guard this mountain.

"It seems that we can't avoid another bloody battle..."

Looking at the back of the brigade messenger leaving, Zhang Handuo sighed helplessly.

In the face of the devil's army with a strong firepower advantage, fighting positional warfare means facing the opponent's stormy firepower coverage directly, which means huge casualties.

The attacking devils can call for aircraft bombing and artillery bombardment. They have the initiative in combat, but they can only use their lives to fight and defend passively.

No one wants to fight positional warfare if given the choice.

Now their 0st Regiment has suffered heavy casualties in the continuous fierce battles. Zhang Handuo has a serious face, worried about the upcoming fierce battles.

Yang Ling also didn't want to stick to the trenches to fight positional warfare, because the tragedy of the trenches with piles of corpses during the Battle of Songhu last year was still vivid in his memory.

Faced with the bombardment of Devil's heavy bombers and giant naval guns at sea, the Chinese army wasted at the rate of one division per day. It was really dark and bloody.

However, in the face of the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders, the Chinese soldiers with backward equipment and weapons could only use their weak shoulders to carry the backbone of the nation, soaking in bloody trenches until they died in battle.

But in the face of powerful devils, the Chinese army is passive and helpless most of the time.

Now the situation of Yang Ling and the others is still not optimistic, the main force of Masao Maruyama's Sixth Brigade has rushed towards Minshan,

But Yang Ling and the others couldn't retreat, couldn't escape, they could only rely on the mountains, hold their positions, and firmly block them in the Minshan area, preventing them from approaching De'an, and covering the Ninth Army on the Nanxun line.

Although Yang Ling knew that the best defense was to attack, but now he had to hold on to the mountain of Jinlonggeng like a nail.

Looking at the blood-stained mountains, Yang Ling took a deep breath, and his gaze became firmer than ever.

The country was destroyed, the mountains and rivers were lost, facing the attack of the devils, they had the responsibility of protecting their homes and land, they had to stay here passively waiting for the devils to attack and bomb.

But with their Chinese soldiers guarding here, the devils would never want to enter De'an easily, and even if they passed, they would have to pay the price in blood.

"Tuan Zuo, the bloody battle is certain, but the little devil should not try to take advantage of it!" Yang Ling gritted his teeth and said viciously.

"Brother Yang, what do you think, let me hear it?"

The head of the team, Zhang Handuo, knew that Yang Ling had a lot of tricks, so now he could only hope that Yang Ling could find a way to get the best of both worlds, help them defend this place, and reduce casualties.

Naturally, Yang Ling knew that this was not the time to show off. He pointed to the mountains and said, "Although the devils have an advantage in artillery fire, we have an advantage in terms of location."

"We can build several ring-shaped main trenches along the hillside, clear the obstacles in the shooting range, and then shoot condescendingly at the devils who feign attack. As long as the firepower is properly equipped, the little devils will not be able to benefit."

Zhang Handuo, who was originally depressed, heard Yang Ling's analysis, and hope was rekindled in his heart.

If it is really arranged according to what Yang Ling said, it will not be easy for the little devil to attack.

But thinking of the bombers and large-caliber artillery that the little devil flew that day, Zhang Handuo couldn't help sighing: "Although we can attack the devil from a high position, as long as the devil bombards our position with artillery, I'm afraid..."

Fighting is like fighting people. If the brothers are covered by the devil's artillery and suffer too many casualties, even if they occupy the ground, it will be difficult to resist the devil's attack.