The night became darker, and the field of vision turned into monotonous black, occasionally mixed with the bright light of explosions that disappeared, reflecting the soldiers holding rifles tightly in the trenches.
Although the soldiers were all people who had fought bloody battles with the Japanese face to face, when they thought about the fierce and ferocious faces of those Japanese soldiers and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield, their hearts were involuntarily shrouded in tension.
It is a lie to not be afraid of death. No one wants to die. If possible, they can run far away and hide in the mountains and never come out. But if they wear this skin and serve as soldiers and eat military rations, they cannot betray the country and the people.
.
Although I know that there is little hope of survival here, I still have to bite the bullet and defend here because they are not unarmed people, but soldiers with guns.
The common people can drag their families and families to escape to the safe rear in order to survive, but they cannot serve as soldiers. They have to stand here. If they also escape, they will really become slaves of the country.
"Bodhisattva bless...bless..." Some people knelt in the trench and prayed devoutly with their hands clasped together, while others held half-smoked cigarettes with expressionless faces, and smoke filled the air.
There was a booming sound of artillery in the direction of Dachang Town in the east. Even though they were so far apart, Yang Ling and the others could still feel the violent tremors of the earth. The Japanese attack was very fierce.
Lao Wangtou stared to the east in the direction of Dachang Town, where the flames were blazing. Following the roar of cannons, he murmured to himself: "The Japanese cannons are becoming more and more powerful."
Yang Ling's gaze crossed the boundless darkness and reached the direction of the burning battlefield. He sighed helplessly in his heart. It must be the 34th Japanese Regiment that pulled up their heavy howitzer. Otherwise, the sound of the gunfire would not be so loud, like an earthquake.
Same.
Thinking of the defenders of Dachang Town resisting tenaciously under the bombardment of Japanese 305mm heavy howitzers, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was heavy. They were really using their flesh and blood to defend their country.
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Time passed minute by second. Faced with the fierce bombardment of the Japanese troops' 305mm heavy howitzers and 150mm heavy artillery, at ten o'clock in the evening, the Chinese defenders finally couldn't hold on anymore and were defeated after suffering heavy losses.
, collapsed.
The last batch of resisting troops were defeated, and Yang Ling knew that it was their turn now.
In the past few days, the Third Theater Command Headquarters knew that Dachang would fall sooner or later, so it has reorganized and deployed the defeated troops in advance at the second preset positions along the Guangfu, Beixinjing, Chenjiaqiao, and Jiangqiao lines. This
Daoxin's defense line is thirty-five kilometers long.
Yang Ling's supplementary regiment is guarding the southernmost end of the 35-kilometer-long new defense line. It can be imagined that facing such a long defense line and the exhausted defenders, the defense will be even more difficult.
"Company Commander, another broken soldier has retreated." An observation post shouted, waking Yang Ling from his meditation. He looked up and saw that a large number of soldiers who had fought bloody battles and could not hold up were retreating in embarrassment.
Seeing these dirty and dejected soldiers, the soldiers guarding the trenches felt heavy, because they had been defeated time and time again and retreated in embarrassment. They knew that kind of frustration and unwillingness, and now they are again
It's their turn to take the lead.
The defeated soldiers felt aggrieved, frustrated, and more importantly unwilling. They were equally brave and fought tenaciously, but their weapons were not as good as those of others. Even trying to fight with a bayonet became so difficult because they had not yet fought in the trenches.
Everyone inside was almost beaten by the opponent's artillery fire. This battle was a useless one.
There were more than a dozen defeated soldiers who couldn't run away anymore. Seeing that there were still defenders guarding the place, they simply sat down on the ground and gasped, preparing to take a rest.
"Brothers, do you have anything to eat? We haven't eaten for a day and we can't run anymore." The defeated soldiers, who were as tired as mud and collapsed on the ground, asked Yang Ling and the others feebly.
The soldiers lying down in the trench turned their attention to Lao Wangtou, because Lao Wangtou, the platoon leader, was now in charge of their food. Lao Wangtou was also embarrassed and looked at Yang Ling who was sitting there silently.
Yang Ling patted his butt to dust it, stood up and approached the more than ten defeated soldiers. After looking around among them, he finally stopped at the Czech light machine gun in the hands of one of the defeated soldiers: "We still have
There are some potatoes, if you want, you can trade them with this Czech one."
Yang Ling and the others are really poor now. There are more than 150 heads in the entire company, and they only have one Czech style. The rest are all kinds of rifles, and there are not many bullets. In order to hold on for a while in front of the Japanese.
Yes, now we can only take advantage of the situation and rob friendly forces.
"Okay, let's change." The leading company commander thought for a while and gritted his teeth before agreeing. He shouted to the broken soldier holding a machine gun: "Third son, give him both the gun and the bullets."
The gun is the second life of a soldier. The soldier named Sanzi reluctantly held the Czech light machine gun and refused to let go, but in the end he was dragged over by their company commander and stuffed into Yang Ling's hands: "Many Japanese died in this
With this shot, I hope you will not disgrace its reputation!"
Yang Ling nodded and took the Czech light machine gun, and waved to Lao Wangtou behind him. Lao Wangtou reluctantly handed over a dozen cooked potatoes to the defeated soldiers.
The defeated soldiers may have not eaten for a day as they said, so they got the potato and wolfed it down into their mouths. One of the soldiers choked on the potato and his face turned red. If someone hadn't helped him, he would have slapped him on the back.
, already choked to death at this moment.
There were not many potatoes, and they were all left by Yang Ling and his friends who were frugal. Seeing the defeated soldiers gobbling up the food, Lao Wangtou quietly pulled Yang Ling aside: "Company Commander, we only have a few potatoes left."
... If you give this to them, we will be hungry for the next meal."
Yang Ling looked at Lao Wang who had a reluctant expression on his face and patted his shoulder: "Our deal is a good deal. With this gun, are you afraid that you won't be able to get anything to eat?"
"You can't eat this iron lump..."
Yang Ling pointed to the east where the sound of gunfire was getting closer: "Although this iron lump is inedible, it can kill the Japs. The Japs have food on them, maybe even canned food."
When Lao Wangtou heard this, his frowning face finally relaxed and he grinned. That was true.
"Okay, you find a few people who can shoot machine guns, form a machine gun squad, and deploy them to the house over there."
Lao Wangtou agreed without hesitation: "Okay, leave it to me."
The defeated soldiers ate potatoes and rested for a while before continuing to retreat. As the defeated soldiers left, the sound of gunfire in the east gradually became weaker and weaker, and the sound of gunfire began to sound again in the north. Jiangqiao seemed to have been forgotten.
Same, dead silence.
But Yang Ling doesn't think that the Japs will abandon their place. After all, it is close to the Beijing-Shanghai Railway, and the Japs will definitely come. It's a matter of time or later.
The machine guns exchanged for potatoes were placed in a house on the left side of South Street. Their original machine guns were placed in a house on the right side of the street, allowing for crossfire. In the center of the street were several sandbags and various masonry debris.
Stacked bunker trenches.
The machine guns were not placed in the center of the position because they could easily be knocked off by the enemy's grenades. Instead, they were placed together and had overlapping firing ranges, which restricted the use of firepower. However, the two houses placed at the side and behind could form an angled fan, with the greatest possible
Provide fire support to the infantry.
Several trenches were dug outside the street, but they were several hundred meters away from the machine gun positions on both sides of the rear. There was no fire support. Whether they could hold on or not could only depend on luck, so Yang Ling did not deploy too many people.
For two classes of people, the warning effect is greater than the actual effect.