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

And now they are strangling together with the counterattacking devils, also to withstand the devils' counterattacks and buy time for the rear to rearrange the defense line.

"It's just bullshit!"

Yang Ling was also very angry about the situation on the front line. It was as if he didn't take the lives of his brothers seriously.

Although judging from the battle situation on the battlefield, the devil brigade they were fighting with was only at the third-rate level of devils, but it was more than 1000 devils armed to the teeth, not more than 1000 pigs.

Fighting hand-to-hand with so many devils on the entire defense line, even if they win at that time, the guerrillas will suffer heavy losses, which can only be regarded as a miserable victory.

"Sir, if we do this now, should we let Battalion Commander Shen and the others quickly withdraw?"

One of the staff officers panicked when he heard that he was fighting with the devils in front of him, thinking that it was important to preserve his strength.

After all, the little devil's stabbing skills are well known to everyone. Although the guerrillas have won many battles and bayonet fights with the devils, it is not like touching eggs with stones.

"If they could be withdrawn, Shen Biao and the others would have withdrawn a long time ago, so why would they fight the devils?" Yang Ling said angrily.

Although he was annoyed, Yang Ling also knew that the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and sometimes the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. If the devils were really entangled in the counterattack and ordered to retreat, it would not only affect morale, but would lead to an unmanageable defeat.

When meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins. At this juncture, instead of retreating, they have to attack. Since they have already fought, they have to completely beat the devils to the ground, otherwise the battle will be lost.

"Order! The guard company ran forward and went to the battlefield for reinforcements!" Yang Ling ignored the gazes of the surrounding staff and turned to the guard company commander Hu Zi.

"Yes!"

Huzi, the company commander of the guard, also knew that the military situation was urgent, so he pulled out the sniper from the holster on his waist and swung it backwards without any delay.

"Leave the security chief in the first row, and the rest of the brothers, follow me!"

Huzi, the commander of the guard company, let out a loud roar, and rushed towards the battlefield shrouded in gunpowder smoke with the brothers in charge of the guard company.

"All go up for reinforcements, leave me alone!" Yang Ling told everyone to go up.

"Sir, this..."

The remaining platoon leader actually wanted to go up and fight the devils, but after all, he still shouldered the task of defending Yang Ling and the others, so he was full of embarrassment.

"If you don't suppress the devil in front, it's useless for you to stay here. Go, kill the devil! I don't need protection!"

"Yes!"

In the end, the platoon leader gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and rushed to the battlefield with the remaining brothers who were also closely following the front.

"Sir, it's too dangerous here, let's go back first, there are battalion commander Shen and the others ahead, they should be able to stop the devils."

Seeing that all the guards had gone up, Liu Sheng, the intelligence staff officer, worried about Yang Ling's safety, and persuaded Yang Ling to go back to Jieshou first.

Yang Ling shook his head, he was injured due to the traitor's sneak attack and couldn't participate in the battle, but now that he got here, he couldn't back down.

"This place is safe for the time being, so you don't have to worry about it. Now go and spread my order separately, and let the first battalion, the second battalion and the patriotic battalion in the back prepare for my reinforcements. Since the devils are going to fight, let's not hide." Tuck it in, and put on a stance to fight a big fight with the devil!"

Yang Ling's original intention was to consume the devils for a week, and wait until they were exhausted and their ammunition was almost used up before fighting. But now that the whole line has been deployed, they can only press all up and launch a general attack in advance.

Yang Ling and his troops were defending on the ground with a radius of dozens of kilometers. Apart from the two main guerrilla battalions in front of the front leading to Gaoyou, there were only two reserve battalions and a patriotic battalion from Huaiyin nearby.

They exist as a reserve team, not only lack of guns and ammunition, but also slightly insufficient combat effectiveness, but they must not be pulled up now.

"The first battalion will be prepared to go directly to the battlefield to attack, the second battalion will be prepared to penetrate behind the devils from the left and cut off the devils' retreat, and the Patriotic Battalion will attack from the right flank. I will wipe out the devils today!" Yang Ling directly took over the command of the battlefield.

The messengers and messengers who came over followed the guards and killed them. These staff officers who followed Yang Ling and prepared to patrol the frontier positions also had to play the role of messengers temporarily, and turned around one after another, heading towards the reserve camp and patriotism The battalion assembled and rushed to deliver the order.

Yang Ling's arm was still hanging around his neck with a bandage. When everything was arranged, the only person left by his side was Lei Xiong, the combat staff officer.

"Come on, let's go up too." Yang Ling said as he was about to walk towards the battlefield.

"Sir, it's dangerous ahead. Let's stay here. Reinforcements will come up later. It's useless for the two of us to go." Combat staff officer Lei Xiong hurriedly stepped in front of Yang Ling.

"What? Afraid of death?" Yang Ling stared at Lei Xiong sternly and asked.

"Sir, if I'm afraid of death, I won't be a soldier! It's just that you are the backbone of our Northern Subei Corps, so there must be no mistakes..."

"If you are not afraid of death, get out of the way and go up to kill devils with me!" Yang Ling hung one arm around his neck and held a pistol in the other, insisting on going to the battlefield, which made Lei Xiong in a dilemma.

"Let's go! I'm afraid that the little devil won't succeed!" In the end, Lei Xiong still had to pull out his own gun, followed Yang Ling's pace, and strode towards the battlefield.

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The melee people on the entire battlefield were killing frantically, desperately fighting on the burnt pitch-black land, and the smell of blood on the battlefield became more and more intense.

Under the bloodthirsty roar of its captain, Takashi Hirayama, the retreating devils pounced on the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps in waves, trying to disperse and defeat the guerrilla corps!

But the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps were also red-eyed, and charged forward desperately, facing the charge of the devils.

This is not a defense, but a real counterattack. Facing the fierce and violent devil soldiers, the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps did not retreat but advanced, bursting out with powerful fighting power, and even rolled back against the devil's charge.

The battalion leader of the devils, Takashi Hirayama, was bleeding from the saber hanging down in his hand. He didn't know how many guerrilla officers and soldiers he had cut down, but his arm was already weak, and he could hardly swing the saber anymore.

Fortunately, he is the captain and the commander. He only led the guards to charge for a while, and was protected and stopped after recovering from the defensive counterattack of the guerrilla corps.

Now all the troops that had been beaten to the ground and scurrying around once again regrouped and launched an attack, but they were crushed just as they rushed up.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers who had been suppressed and beaten by the devil soldiers before were extremely strong this time. No matter how violently the devils rushed and beat them, they always stood on the battlefield and knocked down the devil's team that rushed forward.

There is no death squad in the guerrilla corps, but everyone is a death squad. Facing waves of devils who are attacking forward, those brothers with smoking grenades in their hands are the death squads.

They were like desperate lone wolves, always ramming into the devil's attack formation, and then with a loud bang, they blew up the devil's attack formation to pieces, blood and blood flying everywhere.

But before the devils had time to regroup, those guerrilla officers and soldiers covered in blood and whose military uniforms had been stripped rushed towards the devils again, shouting and killing.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!"

The dull sound of the bayonet piercing into the flesh continued to resound, and the gunstock covered in blood and pieces of flesh kept colliding with the devil's helmet, making a bang sound.

At the core of the battlefield, nearly a thousand people from both sides were engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and the explosions continued. From time to time, some people were thrown high by the bombs, and the place was always shrouded in blood mist and gunpowder smoke.

On the fringes of the core battlefield, lone guerrilla officers and soldiers and lone devils tumbled and pinched each other in the mud, and rolled into the icy river together.

The corpses of devils and guerrilla officers and soldiers lay radially around many small ponds, and broken firearms were scattered everywhere.

On the battlefield of the main film, as the hand-to-hand combat between the two sides continued, more and more corpses were lying on the ground, and the injured lay helplessly in the pile of corpses, wailing and moaning.

But now both sides are fighting bloody battles, and no one has the energy to worry about those injured people who fell to the ground. Many seriously injured people just lie on the ground like that, watching the gurgling blood flow out of their bodies.

"Kill Gaga!"

Amidst the weak shouts of the devil squad leader, another devil infantry squad that had just gathered from a distance rushed towards the core battlefield with bayonets straightened.

Because the devils and the guerrilla officers and soldiers all know that as long as the opponent is defeated in the core area, then the battle will be won.