Yang Ling was roaring at the top of his lungs, and a row of dozens of people who launched the charge were also roaring, roaring and rushing towards the wounded Japanese soldiers who were squirming and bleeding on the ground.
The Chinese revolutionary army never lacked brave men. Even though their positions were shattered by Japanese artillery fire, they still fought tenaciously and bloodyly for nearly three months.
Facing the enemy's continuous artillery fire, they could not hold on tightly, so they learned a new skill in the brutal bloody battle, that is, charging.
As long as you launch a charge and fight with the Japanese soldiers in close combat, the various types of artillery behind the Japanese soldiers will use rat guards and dare not bombard them. Face-to-face bayonets with the Japanese soldiers can not only save ammunition, but also avoid being bombarded.
, charging has become a habitual action for many defenders.
A row of soldiers roared, gnashed their teeth, and rushed desperately towards the wounded Japanese soldiers who were moaning and groaning on the ground. They were very excited. After being suppressed and beaten for so long, they could finally happily pay homage to their brothers who died in the battle.
Revenge was taken.
"Come back! Come back!" Yang Ling roared almost crazily, appearing so weak amid the thunderous rushing sounds.
Ta da da - da da da -
The three Type 96 light machine guns behind the Japanese saw the Chinese defenders rushing out of the barricade bunker, and without hesitation they sprayed out a stream of tongues of fire.
The dense bullets were like a violent storm, drowning Yang Ling's roar and the charging soldiers.
Puff after puff of blood sprayed freely, and the soldiers who were shouting and charging were hit by the strong force of the bullets, and their whole bodies trembled involuntarily like chaff, and blood holes appeared one after another.
One soldier was shot and fell to the ground, and another soldier was shot and fell to the ground, holding his chest out to face the bullet, and then fell down piece by piece. The corpses lying on the ground were entangled and overlapped with each other, and blood continued to pour out.
The Japs' machine gunners were experienced, and the three machine guns fired across each other, forming an airtight fire network. A row of dozens of soldiers just bumped into them and were torn into pieces, which aroused everyone's excitement.
Rain of blood from the sky.
Watching helplessly, the soldiers who rushed out were shot and fell to the ground and turned into corpses. The soldiers lying behind the barricade bunkers were stunned, roaring angrily and pulling the bolts of their guns to fight back.
The Japanese machine guns stopped and they fired all their magazines, but the dozens of Chinese soldiers who rushed out also fell in a pool of blood.
Even those who had not died were still struggling and squirming like the Japanese soldiers just now, and their painful wails made the comrades guarding the barricades behind the bunkers angry and powerless.
The front of the barricade was originally an open area cleared by Yang Ling to widen the shooting range, but now it became a hell for the soldiers who rushed out.
Those who were shot but not dead were covered in blood, squirming feebly, trying to crawl back, but the Japanese machine guns began to click again, and bullets swept across a fan in a regular manner, with blood and broken flesh flying everywhere. Those who were seriously injured
Those who were not dead died completely, and there was no one left alive.
The eyes of the remaining soldiers in Yangling Company were filled with anger. They kept pulling the bolts of their guns and firing. The bullets crackled and mixed with the roar of the machine guns. The fierce battle suddenly became fierce.
Yang Ling leaned against the bunker, letting the flying bullets hit the sandbags beside him. His gray curly hat flew off, and he didn't react at all. It was as if all the energy in his body had been drained out of him.
His strength was paralyzed there, and his eyes were all gray.
Dozens of people in a platoon were reimbursed like this. Yang Ling felt a headache and pain. If he had warned earlier, they would not have rushed out and they would not have died. He blamed himself...
"Company Commander, Company Commander, you're injured there!" Old Wangtou saw that Yang Ling was leaning on the bunker and didn't move, so he hurried over and checked Yang Ling's head, arms, body and thighs to confirm Yang Ling's injuries.
Yang Ling reached out and pushed Lao Wang's head away: "I'm fine!"
He grabbed the rifle next to him again. His eyes were full of blood at this moment, like a wounded beast, exuding a dangerous aura. He wanted to avenge those brothers who died unjustly, and for those who fell to him one by one.
The brothers around you take revenge!
Yang Ling has been confused since he came to this era. He doesn't know in what capacity he should intervene in this war. He keeps retreating and retreating, watching the living lives fall beside him.
He originally wanted to live with the people around him, but he found that the reality was too cruel. Xiong Dawu was dead, Luo Ziqiang was dead... There were fewer and fewer people around him, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain.
But now that dozens of subordinates have died in battle, Yang Ling has found his goal and direction, which is revenge. If the little devil is not driven out of China and out of this land, no matter how hard he tries to escape, he will
It's no use living.
The anger had been buried deep in Yang Ling's heart. He picked up the 38 rifle, loaded the gun and started shooting steadily.
The Japanese machine gunners stayed behind to provide cover. The twenty or so Japanese infantrymen who rushed forward were killed, and the Japanese machine gunners began to strike in revenge.
The Japanese Lieutenant was also enraged at this moment, as furious as a bull. His detachment lost more than thirty elite soldiers after three months of fierce fighting on the Songhu battlefield.
But now, in such an ordinary place, more than twenty people were killed at once. He couldn't bear it, and his teeth creaked: "Bombard them! Blast them to pieces!"
The Japanese Type 97 mortar started to fire again, and a black shell fell from the sky and landed on the street. It expanded and exploded with a loud bang, causing the rubble on the house to fall down.
The soldier below was hit hard, and he screamed in pain: "You little devil! Fuck your grandma!"
Boom! After the first artillery shell was test-fired, three consecutive artillery shells landed directly and accurately in the bunker of the barricade. With screams, the soldiers lying on the bunker and shooting were shrouded in smoke and fire.
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"Evacuate to the house! Quick!" Yang Ling put away the gun and shouted helplessly.
The enemy's artillery fire was fierce, and the people who operated the mortars and grenade launchers were all experienced veterans. They could only get bombed if they stayed on the streets.
The soldiers were running around in the darkness like panicked ducks, burrowing into the houses on both sides. Artillery shells continued to fall, crashing gravel and rubble flew, gunpowder smoke filled the air wantonly, and thatch began to crackle.
of burning.
Yang Ling strode towards the house next to him, but a shell exploded behind him, and he was swept into the house by the air wave. The falling rubble caused blood to flow from his forehead and flowed down his cheek. Smoke and dust were shrouded in it.
, he became a native.
He heard shrill screams from behind, turned around and saw that the short soldier behind him had his legs broken by the blast, and was currently curled up on the ground, struggling and wailing.
Yang Ling ran over and wanted to drag him into the house, but before he could step out of the door, another artillery shell fell. The soldier whose legs were blown off was thrown away and hit hard on the sandbag, lifeless.
"Ah! My leg was hit! Pull me up!"
"Get into the house quickly!"
"The devil is coming, fight quickly!"
Ta da da - da da da -
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The river bridge was filled with smoke, black smoke rose, and there were rumbling sounds everywhere, mixed with fierce gunshots, and the battle entered a fever pitch.