It was dark, thick dark clouds covered the moon's light, and chaotic darkness enveloped the smoke-filled city.
The houses hit by the artillery fire were burning with crackling fire, and the flickering flames were like will-o'-the-wisps in tombs. The city, which had been ravaged by the Japanese's aircraft and artillery, was like a huge doomsday ruin.
Yang Ling led the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade to provide timely reinforcements. Although their number was small, their combat effectiveness was extremely strong.
Their arrival stabilized the shaky front, but the battalion of the 52nd Regiment and the direct artillery company guarding here had suffered heavy losses in previous battles, and the situation was still not optimistic.
After repelling the Japs' attack, Yang Ling met with the commanders of several troops defending area three.
The acting deputy battalion commander of the 52nd Regiment divided Yang Ling's Flame Special Warfare Group into defensive areas. In view of their small number, they were only responsible for guarding a defense line about two hundred meters long.
More than a hundred meters behind Yang Ling's defense line is the position of the direct artillery company. Once the Japanese attack, they can launch an attack at any time.
The Japs died down after being repelled by Yang Ling and others, and there was no movement after dark. However, in other directions in the city, sometimes intensive and sometimes sporadic fighting continued.
"Grizzly Bear, your first squadron is responsible for the frontline battle, and Zhang Tie's second squadron is responsible for the reserve team to add reinforcements at any time."
The elite troops performing special operations missions are now engaged in positional warfare. This was not Yang Ling's original intention, but fighting in the ruins with narrow terrain is not difficult for them.
The Grizzlies' Flames No. 1 Special Operations Squadron was distributed along a two-hundred-meter defense line, and the staggered firepower was enough to inflict heavy losses on any invading enemy.
Fighting in such a city, there is no distinction between front and rear, although there is an artillery battery stationed behind them.
However, Yang Ling was still worried and placed mobile battlefield sentries on the flanks and rear of their defense line to prevent enemy sneak attacks.
The Japs seemed to be tired after fighting for a whole day and did not launch another attack. As for the Japs, they were unwilling to fight at night. After all, the dark night was not conducive to the use of their firepower.
But this does not mean that the little devil is not good at night fighting. The little devil is also extremely tough when fighting at night. Yang Ling has learned about this before.
The defense line of the defenders in Area 3 was only two to three hundred meters apart from the Japanese, but the space between the defense lines of both sides was filled with collapsed houses and rubble and debris everywhere.
Both sides were hiding behind ruins and buildings. Although they could hear each other's voices, they could not see each other's people.
Both sides were very tired after fighting for a day. Although they were very close to each other, they had a tacit understanding and did not shoot again.
The cooking squad brought meals to the table, and it was rare for the Chinese officers and soldiers hiding behind buildings and ruins to relax and eat.
The Japs were also eating, but compared to the steamed buns that the Chinese officers and soldiers were nibbling, bursts of meaty aroma wafted from the Japs' side from time to time, which made the Chinese officers and soldiers hiding in the dark building itchy with hatred.
Most of the Japanese battlefield supplies were collected from the local area, and an important task of their logistics troops was to raid villages near the battlefield to collect food.
Compared with the restrained Chinese officers and soldiers, these Japanese soldiers with bayonets were not so polite. They would not let go of any chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep that they could see in ordinary people's homes.
Under the policy of supporting war with war, the food for the frontline troops of the Little Devils has always been good, because they can not only obtain supplies from the headquarters, but also collect fresh ingredients from the local area.
The little Japanese seemed to have won the battle. They were chatting and laughing at the dinner. The Chinese officers and soldiers who were hiding in the ruins and guarding the city were cursing, but there was nothing they could do.
"Sir, these little Japs are too arrogant, why don't we go out and fight with them!" Smelling the smell of meat and laughter coming from the Japs, some brothers couldn't help but want to hit them and let the Japs take the bullet.
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"Maybe the little devil has laid a dragnet to lure us over."
Facing the cunning little devils, Yang Ling had to be alert and alert to their sneak attacks.
"Tell brothers, be vigilant. The little devil has suffered a loss during the day, and he might come to take revenge at night."
The Japs left more than a hundred corpses outside when they attacked during the day, and they haven't taken them back yet. Yang Ling didn't think that the Japs still had the energy to eat, drink, and sing after their attack failed.
Until late at night, the fighting in various parts of the city ceased, and the Japanese side was also quiet.
Most of the officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade who were resting in civilian houses also fell into a dream. Sniper Li Shoujiang, who was lying on the roof during the night, was also dizzy and his eyelids were twitching.
A gust of cool wind blew by, and sniper Li Shoujiang, who was lying on the roof, suddenly became more awake. Thinking that he was on the battlefield, he couldn't help pinching his arm to dispel his sleepiness.
The night was quiet, and the noisy scenes of war during the day were completely gone. In the darkness not far away, Chinese officers and soldiers with guns were pacing back and forth on guard to prevent the Japanese from attacking. Everything was as usual.
Just as sniper Li Shoujiang was looking around, he suddenly saw a dark shadow in the ruins disappearing from the corner of his eye.
Suddenly, he noticed that his pupils shrank, and he hurriedly turned the muzzle and looked carefully through the scope of the sniper rifle.
However, after observing for a long time, he found nothing. He couldn't help but wonder if he was being blinded.
Just when Li Shoujun was full of doubts, a black shadow suddenly appeared from beside the sentry in the distance. There was a flash of white light, and the bayonet was stabbed into the sentry's chest, and the sentry was knocked down.
"boom!"
Seeing someone attacking the sentry in the distance, Li Shoujiang opened fire without any hesitation. The black figure who had just knocked the sentry down paused and fell down in the darkness with a thud.
The dull sound of gunfire broke the silence of the night, and suddenly large groups of Japanese soldiers wearing gleaming steel helmets jumped out of the darkness, screaming and screaming.
"Puff puff!"
After sniper Li Shoujiang fired just one shot, the whizzing bullets hit his position and debris flew everywhere. Fortunately, he rolled to avoid it, otherwise he would have gone to see the King of Hell.
The reaction speed of the Japanese made Li Shoujiang break into a cold sweat, and he hurriedly changed his position. The shot just now had awakened the guards and soldiers. Amidst the roar, the officers and soldiers guarding everywhere opened fire on the Japanese who were rushing towards them.
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In an instant, scorching bullets flew through the sky in dazzling arcs of light, and in the darkness, people kept getting shot and howling miserably.
The roaring flares took off, and the smoke-filled battlefield suddenly became as bright as day. The Chinese officers and soldiers who were hiding in the darkness and fighting back were suddenly exposed.
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"
Before these Chinese officers and soldiers, whose bodies were exposed by the flares, could react, a dense barrage of bullets shrouded them, and a puff of blood mist filled the air.
After hearing the continuous firing of submachine guns, Yang Ling's expression changed slightly, because how could ordinary Japanese soldiers be equipped with submachine guns.