The broken darkness flashed with cold light from time to time, and the ground shook violently. The defenders' positions such as Beixinjing and Nanxiang Station were under fire, and the main Japanese troops were making a breakthrough.
A regiment of the 173rd Division was guarding a position not far north of Jiangqiao. An hour ago there was fierce gunfire, but there had been no movement for a long time. Yang Ling guessed that they were finished.
The Japanese were well-equipped and had a large number of infantry artillery. The defenders' simple trenches would be destroyed if they could not withstand a few cannons. Facing the torrential rain of bullets, no matter how many people the defenders filled in, it would be in vain.
The main field was lost in the evening, and the new defense line was facing a fierce Japanese attack. It was certain that it could not be stopped. As long as one point was broken through, it would only be a matter of time before the entire line collapsed.
Yang Ling doesn't care if the other positions can be defended now. He only cares if Jiang Qiao can hold on until the order to retreat comes. Retreating without permission is a deserter. Those cold-blooded guys in the supervising team will not show mercy.
Yang Ling felt that he was imprisoned in a cage, with no strength left to use. He was bound by those rules and regulations and could not move. They must be nailed to Jiangqiao and die there.
No one wants to die, but the military order is like a mountain, and they must stick to it. If they want to live, they can only fight the Japanese to death. If they fight to death, the Japanese will live, but if they cannot fight, the Japanese will die. Faced with the dilemma, Yang Ling did not want to sit still and wait for death, so he brought people out.
, hoping to regain the initiative.
Twenty-nine veterans followed Yang Ling's steps towards the east side of the town. Under the bright moonlight, their elongated shadows were like lonely ghosts.
They attacked an infantry unit of the Japanese in the west of the town, and they killed more than ten Japanese soldiers silently. Although several of them were defeated, the injured did not feel pain, but were very excited. They would rather die more
A few such wins, a few more happy battles like this.
From Lion Grove, Wusongkou to Yunzaobang and Jiangwan, how many of their comrades became mutilated corpses, and how many were blown to pieces. They were all the lucky ones who crawled out of the piles of corpses. They had a bloody hatred for the Japanese.
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But so what if there is no hatred, they cannot win in positional warfare, guns and artillery are not as good as humans, people are still dying in batches, positions are still being lost one by one, their angry roars finally turned into gray despair, and turned into
The walking zombies numbly pulled the trigger and followed the flow of people until they were killed by flying bullets.
They were organized into a supplementary regiment and were responsible for guarding the Jiangqiao. They were still numb, like people without souls, but they were still human beings after all, and they were still unwilling to give in.
When Yang Ling said that he wanted to take the initiative, even though they knew that the danger might never come back, they still signed up, hoping that before they died, they would not be so cowardly, and be able to fight the Japanese in an upright and upright manner instead of being beaten by the Japanese.
Fortunately, they won a small victory, and more than ten Japanese soldiers were killed. The flame of victory ignited in the hearts of these soldiers who were on the verge of despair, and eventually turned into a light of hope, illuminating their way forward.
road.
Yang Ling is still Yang Ling, with a thin body and a thin face, but his figure becomes taller and taller in the eyes of the soldiers, because he led them to win the battle, even a small victory, compared to dying on this battlefield
Compared with the 300,000 Chinese soldiers, it is insignificant, but this is the most proud they have been in the past few months.
Not only these soldiers who fought bloody battles, but the entire land of China was shrouded in haze. The people were in panic all day long. The soldiers were numb and desperate. No one could understand their helpless state of mind in the face of the broken mountains and rivers.
These soldiers saw light and hope in Yang Ling, and Yang Ling also hoped to use his actions and efforts to spread the light of hope and dispel the haze. From March 1st to now, Northeast China has been lost, North China has been lost, and now East China
It is about to be lost. The Chinese people really need a hearty victory to inspire them.
Yang Ling is not a great man, and he does not have the ability to turn clouds and rain with his hands. He is just an ordinary soldier. He hopes that through his own efforts, people can see hope and turn small victories into big victories——
Yang Ling stopped while he was walking. The twenty-nine veterans following him thought that there were Japanese soldiers in front of them, so they all fell to the ground with a crash, but they found that Yang Ling was still standing there without moving.
Although the sight was still dark and dark, the undulating reeds and swaying branches not far away were shadowy. Yang Ling's eyes looked around, and finally landed on an earthen beam to the west.
"Captain Yang, why don't you leave?" Platoon leader Liu Yidao leaned in front of Yang Ling, looked around and asked in a low voice.
Liu Yidao was originally the squad leader of the 29th Army. He once fought the Japanese at Xifengkou of the Great Wall. He was an old acquaintance with the Japanese. He was good at using a broadsword. Later, he was injured in the north and was transferred to the rear. After several twists and turns, he returned to the army and followed
New troops came to the Songhu battlefield to continue fighting the Japanese.
Yang Ling squatted down, pointed to the dark soil beams on the left and the weed-covered depression on the right and said to Liu Yidao: "This is a good place to hide people."
Tibetans? Shouldn't we go to the east and continue to hunt for the Japanese? What are we doing hiding here? Liu Yidao was puzzled and looked at Yang Ling waiting for his next step.
"We just had a hard time trying to catch the Japs in the west, and several of us failed. I guess there will be fewer Japs in the East than in the West. We will definitely not be able to gain favor like we did just now, and we might even capsize in the gutter. I think we
You have to change your approach."
"Another way of fighting?" Liu Yidao looked at the dirt beams and weed-covered depressions over there and asked uncertainly: "Lianyang Commander, do you mean to ambush the Japanese?"
Yang Ling nodded, the terrain here was good, and they had just seized the weapons and ammunition of a strengthened Japs unit, which was enough for a short ambush. As long as the Japs forces did not differ greatly in the size of the squad, he didn't think it would be a big problem.
"But we are hiding here. The Japs may not pass through here. It is difficult to set up an ambush." Liu Yidao is not stupid. The so-called ambush requires the right time, place and people. Now it is dark and easy to hide, no matter the terrain, but people
It's difficult, the Japanese are not from their family, they come when asked.
Yang Ling smiled and said nothing. He was the former captain of the Falcon Squadron. He was good at small-scale special operations. Luring the enemy into an ambush was not a problem for him.
"Leave the little Japs to me and you are responsible for beating them. As long as the Japs come over, most of them will be killed in the first round. Are you sure?"
Liu Yidao thought for a while and said conservatively: "Two crooked guns and these grenades, as long as there are not too many Japanese, it should be fine."
Yang Ling patted Liu Yidao on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you to direct the ambush later, and I'll lure the Japanese over."
"Leave the task of luring the Japanese to me, and you will direct the battle."
"Do you have no confidence in yourself or in me?"
"no……"
"Then take action. Remember to arrange crossfire with the machine guns. The first round of fire must be fast and fierce."