Hand-to-hand combat has always been the most brutal. The shining bayonet thrust forward with arrogance. The bayonet was red. In just one encounter, four or five people from both sides were tumbling to the ground, holding their stomachs and wailing.
Facing their wounded and dead comrades, the living had no time to grieve or rescue them. If they didn't fight off all the Japanese soldiers who rushed in from behind, they would all have to repeat the same mistake and be killed by the Japanese.
More than ten people from the third and fourth squads were fighting with the Japanese soldiers. The bayonets were clashing violently, mixed with roars and wails. The sound of the bayonets penetrating into the flesh was deafening.
After Yang Ling finished the life of the Japanese soldier who knocked him down, he picked up the 38-meter cover that was thrown away and rushed forward. He stabbed a Japanese soldier who was pressing down on the Chinese soldier. The bloody arrows flew away and the Japanese soldier was killed by Yang Ling
He kicked him over and stabbed him again.
"Ah!" A Chinese soldier was wailing in pain, and a sharp bayonet was stabbing his stomach. The grinning Japanese soldier looked particularly ferocious like the evil from hell.
The bayonet was dripping with blood, but the Japanese soldier did not let go of the Chinese soldier whose intestines had been picked out. Seeing that he was still howling miserably, he turned around and stabbed him in the heart, completely ending the Chinese soldier's life.
Two ragged Chinese soldiers worked together to knock a screaming Japanese soldier to the ground. However, their thin bodies with yellow faces and thin bodies were weak, so they were killed by the strong and strong Japanese soldiers one after another.
The two squads of Chinese soldiers were almost wiped out in an instant. Yang Ling, with red eyes, roared and fought bloody battles with the Japanese. One Japanese soldier was knocked to the ground by the butt of his rifle, and another Japanese soldier rushed up.
"Kill!" Yang Ling roared and drove the bayonet into the Japs' chest. The Japs soldiers were still in pain, baring their teeth and claws crazily, frighteningly ferocious.
Yang Ling kicked the devil in the crotch, and the devil let out a miserable howl like a slaughtering pig. He covered his crotch and huddled on the ground. Yang Ling ended his life with a knife.
The battle was short but fierce. White knives went in and red knives came out. It was a head-to-head confrontation with no room for maneuver.
Although the two squads of Chinese soldiers fought off more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who rushed in from behind, they killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses. The two squad leaders were killed on the spot, and the five remaining soldiers were all wounded.
Yang Ling killed five Japanese soldiers by himself, almost half of the Japanese soldiers who rushed in. Even so, the two squads of defenders still suffered a miserable victory. The gap in strength between the two sides was obvious.
The Japanese soldiers are very good in terms of tactical training, physical fitness, and logistical support. On the other hand, the Chinese defenders are far behind, and they are at a disadvantage in terms of physical fitness alone.
The body of the malnourished, sallow and thin body is not strong enough. Only two or three people can fight a Japanese with a bayonet. They dare not challenge one on one. Anyone who dares to challenge the Japanese one on one is no different from seeking death. Of course, for some individuals
Except for monsters like Yang Ling.
"Brother, brother, hold on!" A surviving soldier shouted with a cry in his voice, holding on to the bleeding soldier's chest.
The soldier lying on the ground looked painful and wanted to say something, but blood kept pouring out of his mouth. In the end, he could not survive and died.
"Little Japs! I'm planning on grandma!" Seeing his comrade dead in his arms, the soldier with a crying voice picked up a gun and stood up suddenly, charging towards the Japs who were still attacking over there with an angry face.
passed.
Puff!
Two stray bullets flying in the darkness hit his chest. He screamed and fell to the ground unwillingly, bleeding out the last drop of blood.
Lao Wangtou ordered the machine gun squad to retreat on Yang Ling's order, but as soon as he stepped into the private house where the machine gun squad was housed, the violent air wave caused by the explosion in the room sent him out again, and the spray of gravel and rubble made Lao Wang
I was grinning from a headache.
The Japanese soldiers crawled under the window and threw two grenades into the machine gun squad's house. The explosion killed all five members of the machine gun squad and the machine gun was also blown into parts.
"What the fuck!" Lao Wang stood up from the ground with his head shaking, and the dirt all over his body fell slowly, and then stirred around.
The machine gun in the house on the left was considered useless, and the machine gun in the house on the right was the only heavy firepower. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Get the machine gun to the back quickly! They are still waiting there to die!"
There was only one deputy shooter left among the machine gunners in the house on the right, and the rest were killed by stray bullets. He also saw the explosion on the left.
When he heard Lao Wangtou shouting like this, he was so frightened that he ran back with his machine gun in his arms. As soon as he ran out of the house, the house was destroyed by a Japanese mortar. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.
As soon as the machine guns responsible for fire suppression were withdrawn, the Japanese soldiers rushed forward, and their grenade launchers also extended their strikes. The rumbling South Street was plunged into a sea of flames. Houses collapsed one after another. The town was filled with smoke. Yang Ling felt that his lungs were filled with smoke.
It was filled with gunpowder smoke and mud.
Yang Ling and the others were unable to withstand the Japanese's fierce firepower, so they could only retreat deeper into the town and fight on the streets relying on the ruins of private houses.
A company of more than 150 people was beaten and most of them were reimbursed in a short time. The rest of the people also got into the dilapidated house, panting, and smashed the windows and blocked the doors.
boom!
The Japanese soldiers rushed forward close to the corner of the street. They kept pulling the bolts of their guns and shooting. The blue bricks on the doors and windows on the street were crackling and smoke was flying everywhere.
But the good days of the Japs came to an end once they entered the streets. The remaining soldiers in the Yangling company relied on the buildings to continuously fire cold shots. Several Japs soldiers walking in front were knocked down. Facing the dark streets, the Japs were a little bit cautious.
Bombardment with grenades and mortars began again.
Black smoke billowed out from Jiangqiao Town, and rotten wood and straw began to crackle and burn, illuminating the dark and mottled walls with the shadows of corpses already strewn about them.
After the Japanese bombardment ended, they tried to attack again, but Yang Ling and the others beat them back hard. They even had a short hand-to-hand fight. The two sides kept fighting like this, neither one could defeat the other.
"Captain Yang, the regimental deputy ordered your company to withdraw to North Street." After the Japanese attack was repulsed, the temporary communications soldiers of the supplementary regiment climbed in through the back window and found Yang Ling, who was covered in filth.
"Isn't there a chain on North Street?" Yang Ling was puzzled.
The signal soldier replied: "The first company was blown away by Japanese grenade. The regimental deputy ordered us to shrink the defense now."
"Okay, I get it." Yang Ling didn't expect that all the money would be spent so quickly. She was a little surprised and a little heavy.
"That company commander looks very big and thick. It turns out to be an embroidered pillow, so untouched." Thinking of moving again, Lao Wangtou muttered dissatisfiedly.
Yang Ling glanced at Lao Wangtou, who was covered in injuries, and said, "Okay, let's call the brothers to North Street."
The enemy who attacked Jiangqiao Town was just an advance detachment of the Japanese. The Japanese lieutenant thought that with their strength they could capture the defenders, but unexpectedly the boat capsized in the ditch. Instead of being captured, their teeth were chipped and they lost a lot of money.
Although we were not willing to accept the lack of manpower, we had to ask for support.
"Chief Suzuki! Our people encountered stubborn resistance from the Chinese army in the southern town, requesting reinforcements!"
"how many people?"
"About battalion-level size."
"Let the second and third squadrons go over for reinforcements!"
"Hayi!"
Soon, more than 400 Japanese soldiers armed to the teeth, under the cover of five tanks, rushed towards the smoke-filled Jiangqiao.