Yang Ling took over the position of Wu Zhenguo and others with more than 100 remnants of the supplementary company. The soldiers of the 18th Division, whose faces were dusty, sleepy and tired, expressed gratitude to the remnants, making them feel for the first time that they were like a
Like a hero, he has found a sense of existence here.
"You can just withdraw and have a good rest. We have our supplementary company in the position, so we can't lose it!" Luo Dayong placed the Type 96 light machine gun in his hand across his chest and shouted loudly, never thinking about what they would go through.
What a brutal battle.
Yang Ling looked at the trench that had been damaged by Japanese artillery fire, his resolute face was full of solemnity, and his brows were knitted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". The trench had been blown into pieces, and most of them had collapsed. It seemed that they had to be dug again.
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"Luo Dayong, take people to find some tools to repair the trenches." Yang Ling shouted to Luo Dayong, who was standing not far away.
Luo Dayong looked at the trench that had been blown up to almost non-existence and wailed: "Why do I have to do all the hard work?"
The old smoker smashed his cigarette and gloated: "Who made you as strong as an ox? Stop wasting your time and go quickly."
Lao Yanqiang was now completely idle. Although he held the title of company commander, it was Yang Ling who actually commanded the operations. However, he did not have any complaints about Yang Ling's command. On the contrary, he was happy to be at ease.
The remaining soldiers began to clean up the position and repair the trenches. Yang Ling circled the entire position and memorized all the key points.
This position is located on the flank of the main position of the 18th Division. Next to it is another battalion of the 18th Division. However, their position is quiet. I don’t know if anyone is alive. Yang Ling waved to Hei Wa to let him
Go and take a look.
The machine gun positions in Wu Zhenguo's camp have now become decorations. The Maxim heavy machine gun has now become broken parts, half buried in the fluffy soil. The only ones that can be used are two Czech light machine guns, but
There isn't much ammunition.
There were two Czech light machine guns, which were better than nothing. Yang Ling handed them over directly to a few remaining soldiers who knew how to use machine guns, and then arranged them in three directions of the position, so that they could form cross fire.
However, Yang Ling knew that the Japs had powerful grenade launchers, so he told them solemnly that after firing two magazines, they had to change positions, otherwise they would become targets for the grenade launchers. Several remaining soldiers nodded in agreement. After all, they were all following Yang Ling.
Those who came over still believed in his words.
Although Wu Zhenguo and the others did not leave much machine guns and other heavy firepower behind, they did have a lot of grenades, four or five boxes of them. Although these wooden-handled grenades were rough in workmanship, they exploded with unambiguous killing power, and Yang Ling simply accepted it with a smile.
Yang Ling's trenches had not yet been repaired, when suddenly there was a violent roaring sound in the distant sky. He looked up and saw more than ten black spots in the gray sky, which were gradually expanding in his pupils.
"The Japanese plane is coming! Hidden! Hidden!" Yang Ling yelled at the remaining soldiers who were repairing the trenches while running wildly.
The sound of the enemy's aircraft motor was like the sound of mosquitoes buzzing in the ears. The whole space was buzzing, and the remaining soldiers hurriedly began to jump into the trenches.
Da da da da!
The Japanese planes were getting bigger and bigger in the field of vision, and their ferocious faces could be seen. They were flying very low, and they saw the remnant soldiers who were panicking and hiding everywhere on the position. On the three Japanese planes flying towards this position.
The aircraft's machine guns began firing wildly.
Along the route of the Japanese plane, the crackling bullets produced two gray smoke streaks that continued to extend toward the front of the flight. Along the way, sandbags and trench planks were scattered.
The two remnant soldiers ran to avoid the Japanese plane, not noticing that they were on the line of deathly bullets.
"Run both ways! Run both ways!" Yang Ling also shouted a reminder when he saw two remnant soldiers standing on the line of machine gun fire.
But the roar of the Japanese plane was so loud that Yang Ling's voice was drowned out. Before the two remnants jumped into the trench, the bullet belts stretched over and sprayed their bodies into clouds of blood mist, and they were immediately beaten to death.
Through the sieve, you can vaguely see the light on the other side.
The body of the remnant soldier twisted and fell in the trench. Seeing the remnant soldier being shot down by the Japanese's ship-borne machine gun, Luo Dayong's eyes turned red and he yelled: "You little Jaap! I will kill your grandma!"
He climbed into the trench and opened fire on the Japanese plane with the machine gun in his hand. His face was full of anger. The rest of the remaining soldiers also raised their guns and fired at the Japanese plane.
"Stop everyone! Don't waste bullets!" Yang Ling kicked Luo Dayong down in the trench and cursed.
Luo Dayong seemed to have been wronged by his little daughter-in-law. He looked at the Japanese plane flying far away, slammed his fist into the soil, and tears flowed down his face.
"I've hidden them all! There are plenty of opportunities for revenge!" Yang Ling looked at the Japanese planes circling above and roared to vent his anger.
Now the Chinese army has completely lost air superiority. The Japanese planes can bomb and straf unscrupulously, but the Chinese army is helpless. If it falls behind, it will be beaten. This is vividly reflected here.
The Japanese plane did not go away but circled back after strafing. Like a hen laying eggs, bombs fell on the defenders' positions one after another.
Rumble! The position was submerged in fire and smoke. The ground was shaking. Countless limb fragments were blasted into the air and then fell heavily. There was a rain of blood under the sky.
The fortifications that Yang Ling and the others had repaired before were reduced to the ground in such a violent explosion. The entire position seemed to have been plowed, and the earth and rocks kicked up by the explosion were flying everywhere.
Yang Ling lay prone in the trench. The roar of the explosion made his ears buzz with echoes. The explosions and mud splashed everywhere and hit his body with heartbreaking pain. He heard someone screaming.
screamed, but was soon drowned in the explosion.
Huge smoke and dust from the explosion enveloped the position, and the choking smoke poured into Yang Ling's lungs, making him feel as if he was suffocating. After an unknown amount of time, the explosion finally stopped, and their position had already
It became a ruin.
"Bah!" Yang Ling shook his head, and the dirt fell. He spat out the scorched earth that splashed into his mouth, and stood up in disgrace.
Looking at the entire position, it had become a mess. Large and small bomb craters had been made up. Most of the more than 100 remnant soldiers were submerged in the trenches. He saw several fragmented corpses lying on the edge of the craters.
, but it is already bloody and bloody, and I don’t know who it belongs to.
The Japs' tactics have always been simple and clear, that is, artillery bombardment, plane bombing, and infantry attack. If they can't be captured, they bomb the infantry again and then charge. Facing the Japs' aircraft and artillery, the defenders often attack before they even see the Japs' infantry.
Most of them have been killed, how can we hold on?