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

The more than 20 grenades they had just collected from the devil's corpse all flew out, and exploded rumbling in front of the position, blood mist and smoke flew together, and the raised mud covered his face.

The smoke and dust from the explosion enveloped them, and the ammunition they had just collected from the devils ran out in the blink of an eye, so they had to grab bayonets and stab into the billowing smoke and dust, and the devils fell down one by one howling.

Under the tenacious resistance of the brothers, the devils who rushed up in the first wave were pushed back, leaving behind a large number of corpses and returned to the original place, and the brothers were almost exhausted and paralyzed in the tense and hasty battle.

Although the battlefield lasted less than 15 minutes, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and the devils were shocked by the fighting power of the Chinese army that blocked them.

In the past, the Chinese army they encountered could never withstand such a high-intensity attack. They only needed a round of charge to defeat the opponent, but this time they were forced to fight back.

"Baga! Trash!" Ono Ichiro, who was so angry that his face was livid, slapped the retreating captain and cursed loudly.

Text Chapter 527 Family letter

The blood-covered corpses were piled up and thrown on the hillside in front of the Sandaoliang position. The devils who were seriously injured and unable to move lay in the blood and moaned weakly, and they seemed to be dying.

If it was on the battlefield in the past, those veterans with outstanding marksmanship would have been bored to practice their guns with them, but now the bullets are precious and cannot be wasted.

So the brothers went about their own business, letting those badly wounded and bleeding devils lie on the ground and moaning, watching them crawl inch by inch towards the direction of the devil troops, and then die on the way.

Those devil soldiers who were repulsed couldn't bear to see those comrades lying in the weeds and moaning in pain, and sent dozens of devils under the cover of several machine guns to take their wounded back.

But how could the brothers who had already snatched the ammunition from the devil let the devil get what he wanted? The veterans lay down on their positions, aiming and shooting calmly.

They shot the devil soldiers who rushed over one by one, beating their heads until they burst like overripe watermelons, spraying red and white all over the ground.

The veterans fought countless vicious battles and bloody battles, and the marksmanship fed by the bullets has long been comparable to that of the devils. Although they cannot hit every shot, their hit rate is extremely high.

Some veterans fired steadily, some hit the devil's head, and some wickedly shot the devil's thigh, causing many of the rushing devils to fall down. Instead of carrying the wounded back, they left more than a dozen The wounded lying on the ground crying.

The devils were also shocked by the precise marksmanship of those guns and guns, and encountered a hard stubble in the secret passage, so even the wounded soldiers twitched and moaned on the ground, and did not dare to run over to grab them again.

The ghost soldiers who raised their heads proudly to the sky suffered a loss, and no longer launched an offensive recklessly. They quickly deployed under the scolding of the officer, and seized some commanding heights on both sides of the road.

More devil soldiers received orders to gather forward to prepare for a new round of offensive, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the little devils seemed to be facing a big enemy.

Yang Ling watched the little devil's hasty mobilization from a distance, and he also led the guard Huzi to patrol the blocking positions in Sandaoliang to cheer up the brothers.

Although the inspections can't bring substantial help to the brothers in the next battle, seeing that a supreme commander like him is still on the ground, the brothers feel much more at ease.

The brothers were ready to die for this country from the moment they put on their military uniforms and picked up their guns, so they didn't have much fear of the fierce battle they were about to face, but instead felt a sense of relief.

Wang Huzi, the blacksmith, and Zhang Heizi each brought more or less brothers to guard the position on the three beams.

Although the entire line of defense seemed flimsy and could be broken with a single poke, they felt inexplicably at ease when they saw the voices coming from the positions of friendly troops on the left and right.

The company commander Wang Huzi led more than 70 brothers to guard behind a field of soil beams. Except for two observation posts, the rest of the people hid behind and cleaned up the ammunition they just got from the devils.

"Eight melon grenades, 150 rounds of bullets, twenty bayonets..." Wang Huzi took out the spoils and put them on the ground, counting them in a low voice.

Looking at the few ammunition that was seized back, Wang Huzi was in a bad mood. He stared at the brothers around and asked his daughter: "How did you get it, did you have any food, and you only got this little ammunition?"

A brother cursed complainingly: "These little devils are so poor, it took me three devils to get back my twenty bullets."

The brothers around all nodded in agreement. In the past, every time they killed the little devil, they would seize countless things, countless weapons and ammunition, and those valuable gadgets could be exchanged for money on the black market after the war.

But now that they were short of ammunition, they managed to make a surprise attack on the devils, and were going to get some property back. Unfortunately, the devils had run out of ammunition even after fighting.

Facing the meager amount of ammunition, Wang Huzi had to scold them and distribute them to his brothers. Those veterans with good marksmanship all got three or five rounds of ammunition, while some of the rest of the brothers were given grenades, and some could only continue to fight. With a dusty bayonet.

"How's the preparation going?" Yang Ling cat walked up to Wang Huzi and the others, and asked them who were dividing up the ammunition.

"There's too little ammunition, not enough for a single battle." Wang Huzi didn't hide his difficulties, but he didn't push them to Yang Ling, the officer,

He added: "Although there are few bullets, each of the brothers has a bayonet. As long as the devils rush in, it will be a big deal to fight the bayonet. When it comes to fighting the bayonet, I have never been afraid of anyone!"

Hearing Wang Huzi's words, Yang Ling was a little more confident that they could hold on to this position. At least the devils would never want to set foot here until they were all cleared up.

"The little devil is almost out of ammunition and food. As long as we hold on for two or three hours, we will win this battle..." Yang Ling couldn't replenish the troops and ammunition for the brothers. they hope.

Their troops have paid countless sacrifices in the battle against the little devils, countless brothers have died in foreign lands, and now it is their turn, and they cannot back down.

This has nothing to do with getting promoted and getting rich, but I just don't want the little devil to leave so easily. As a Chinese soldier, the moment they pick up their guns, they already have the consciousness to die.

The blacksmiths and their positions were arranged in the woods on the flanks of the three beams. They mainly protected the flanks of the team and prevented the devils from outflanking.

The only "scholar" in their company who can read and write is writing family letters for these brothers who can't read a few big characters, because they don't know whether they will be alive after this battle, so they have to give their family a thought no.

"Mice, where should I write the address of the letter?" The scholar tore a page out of the small notebook and turned to ask the thin brother who wrote the letter.

The mouse replied, "Liu Family Village."

"Which province is that Liujia Village in?" The scholar said again: "If I don't write the details, your family won't receive it."

In the era when transportation was backward, the mice had never been out of their small mountain village before they joined the army. For generations, they were honest peasants who only knew to follow their father to tend the crops in the field.

The passing army was recruiting soldiers in the village, so he and dozens of young people in the village changed into dirty military uniforms in a daze, and became a soldier.

Without even having time to say goodbye to his family, he marched to the front line with the troops, walked for several days and nights, fought a rotten battle with corpses strewn all over the field, and dozens of young people who came out of the village after the battle died He was the only one left.

Facing the inquiry of the scholar now, the mouse knows where he is from, and he knows that he is from Liujia Village. They are like kites with a broken string. They fly out and never find their way home.

"He was a soldier we recruited in Heze, Shandong, so let's write about Liujia Village, Heze, Shandong..." The company commander, Blacksmith, still vaguely remembered something. Where is it from.

The scholar was taken aback when he heard the blacksmith's words, and said to the mouse in a low voice: "Brother Mouse, Shandong is already an enemy-occupied area. I'm afraid I have to beat the devil to send this letter back."

The blacksmith patted the mouse on the shoulder and said, "We will always call back. Even if you are honored, our living brothers will deliver the letter."

The blacksmith turned to the brothers around him and said, "Brothers, no matter which one of us is alive in this battle, we must keep the letter well, and send it back to the brothers' homes after the battle is over."

The brothers nodded silently, like a solemn promise, all of them slammed the letter into the scholar's canvas bag, waiting for themselves or the brothers to send home the letter.

Chapter 528 of the main body is pressed on the whole line!

"Don't be afraid of casualties! Don't be stingy with the bullets! Press them all up! The devil can't hold it anymore!"

The division commander, Wang Yaowu, had already come to the front line in person. If the guards hadn't dragged him desperately, he would have personally joined the attacking team with a gun in his hand.

They fought bloody battles with the devils in Minshan for seven days and nights. The sky was darkened, blood flowed into rivers, and rotting corpses piled up in the mountains and ravines.

But now the little devil has run out of ammunition and food. Although the officers and soldiers of the 74th Army are also unkempt and swaying when they walk, they all know that whoever can grit their teeth to the end will win the battle.

Their troops need a hearty victory too much. The regret of the Battle of Lanfeng and the shame of breaking the Yellow River to stop the pursuers made them, passionate soldiers, always think about defeating the devils.

They came to the battlefield with guns in their hands with the determination to die. They didn't want to get promoted and get rich, but to defeat and defeat these invaders with their own hands. This was their only wish.

The Chinese army had fought too many defeats, and all the pent-up aggression in their hearts burst out at this moment. Knowing that Yang Ling and the others had outflanked the devils' retreat, they saw the hope of victory.

Although the ray of hope for victory is so weak, in the eyes of these brothers who have survived countless defeats, as long as there is such a glimmer of hope for victory, they dare to fight with their lives, but most battles, Not even a shred of hope of victory.