The roar of the Japanese planes faded away, leaving only loud curses and painful howls from the battlefield. The soldiers of the supplementary company got up from the trenches with disheveled hair, and the dirt all over their bodies fell rustlingly.
"You little brat!" Luo Dayong's gray military uniform could no longer see its original color. He was covered in dust. Except for the rocks that were thrown up and splashed by the air waves, there was nothing wrong with his arm.
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Yang Ling glanced across the battlefield and saw familiar people crawling out of the trenches cursing one by one. After fighting side by side for so long, they had already formed a long-lasting relationship. He was slightly relieved to see that they were okay.
But then Yang Ling's expression became solemn again. Although these people were fine, only 70 or 80 of the original more than 120 remnant soldiers could stand up. The rest were either buried in the trenches or were killed.
The Japanese bomb was torn to pieces.
"Hurry up and rescue the wounded, check the weapons and ammunition, the Japanese are coming soon." Yang Ling took a deep breath and shouted orders.
Although he had already expected the matter of dead people, after all, he was never merciful, but when he saw more than thirty mutilated corpses dug out of the soil, his heart was still twitching slightly.
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Little devil, this is a blood feud. A good living person has turned into a cold corpse in such an instant, but Yang Ling has no time to grieve, because he knows that a more cruel battle has not yet begun. This is just a Japanese plane.
Just bombing.
"Brother Yang, the Japs are coming!"
The second idiot yelled a warning at Yang Ling.
Countless Japanese soldiers wearing khaki uniforms and steel helmets started attacking the 18th Division's position with their bayonet rifles drawn after the bombing of the planes. There were more than 200 people from a squadron rushing toward Yang Ling's flank position.
, is now striding towards this side.
"Get ready to fight!" Yang Ling picked up the captured Japs' 38-gauge rifle in his hand, jumped behind a sandbag, and then pointed the black muzzle at the Japs.
They had just been bombed by Japanese planes and killed dozens of people. The remaining soldiers all looked for cover with red eyes, holding their breaths and waiting for the Japanese to approach.
The Japanese jumped in front of the pitted position, covering each other and rushing towards the position alternately. Yang Ling could see their ferocious faces and bayonets shining with white light in his pupils.
Yang Ling worked hard to adjust his breathing to make him as steady as possible. He aimed his gun at the Japs jumping forward among the ruins, and finally stopped on a tall Japs.
boom!
Yang Ling's index finger bent and pulled the trigger. The high-speed rotating bullet instantly penetrated the Japs temple, and a large ball of bright red stuff spurted out. The Japs body paused, and then fell straight into a crater.
Seeing Yang Ling firing, the other remaining soldiers also pulled the triggers with anger on their faces, and a row of bullets rushed towards the little devil. The bodies of the few running at the front were blasted by the bullets.
There was a cloud of blood mist, and then he fell to the ground.
Three light machine guns on the position formed a hail of death bullets and poured them towards the little devil from three directions, and the battle suddenly started.
Like a frightened rabbit, the little Japanese immediately lay down or half-crouched and began to aim and counterattack. Bullets flew in the air, the sandbags were beaten with a popping sound, and clouds of muddy mist were raised.
The Japs' machine guns also began to roar, like locust bullets coming towards Yang Ling's position. Blood was splattering and screams came one after another.
"Boom!" The grenades hiding behind the Japanese also began to roar, and the sandbag bunkers on the position were constantly blown away. There were explosions and the whistling of bullets everywhere.
"You little devil! Go to hell!" Lao Smoking was lying on the ground, pulling the trigger and cursing incessantly.
The remaining soldiers roared and fired, as if they wanted to pour out all the anger in their hearts through bullets.
The Japanese were also screaming and rushing towards their position, throwing their grenades towards the position from time to time, and the entire position was shrouded in smoke.
Yang Ling felt a warmth coming from his face, and turned to look at the remnant soldier lying next to him who had been hit on the head by the Japanese, and his head was already hanging powerlessly in the soil.
Yang Ling was very angry. He kept pulling the gun bolt and fired angry bullets at the Japs. However, their firepower density was too weak. The Japs were already approaching them.
"You fool! You fool!" Lao Yanqiang suddenly screamed like a ghost.
Yang Ling raised his eyes and saw that the idiot he had always liked to use as a sentry had been knocked to the ground by the Japanese grenade. Blood was pouring out of his nose and mouth. His body was shaking, and streams of blood flowed from his mouth.
Come out.
"Boom!" A machine gun was hit by a Japanese grenade and immediately went silent. Another remnant soldier immediately roared and stood up holding the machine gun.
Da da da!
The body of the remnant soldier was shaking due to the huge recoil of the machine gun. Before he could finish firing a magazine, bullets like locusts had already hit his body. Blood spattered. He finally fell down unwillingly, another remnant soldier.
Rushed forward.
"Grenade! Throw a grenade for me!" Yang Ling killed five Japs with five bullets. He didn't have time to press the bullets into the gun, so he grabbed the wooden-handled grenade next to him and pulled the string. He rolled his eyes.
The grenade with a wooden handle whirled and fell at the feet of the three Japanese soldiers who were running towards them. When the Japanese soldiers saw the grenade falling at their feet and emitting white smoke, they screamed in horror and were immediately blown away.
Countless wooden-handled grenades were thrown at the Japs, exploding fragments flew everywhere, and the roars of the remaining soldiers were heard everywhere. Mixed with the roar of bullets, the Japs were constantly blown away.
However, Yang Ling's position was also bombarded by Japanese grenades. There was smoke everywhere, and the splashing sand hit their faces with burning pain.
Before the smoke cleared, the Japanese charged into Yang Ling's position with sharp bayonets. A remnant soldier who was lying on the ground was stabbed to death before he could stand up, and blood continued to gush out from his back.
"You little devil! Damn your grandma!" Seeing the little devil throwing himself down and howling in front of him, Luo Dayong directly used the machine gun in his hand as a fire stick and smashed it into the head of the devil.
With a bang, the machine gun hit the little devil's head, and the little devil's helmet flew directly away. The little devil also let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground.
The two Japs rushed toward Yang Ling with ferocious expressions. Yang Ling pulled the bolt of his gun and fired a shot at the Japs who came towards him. The bullet pierced a bloody hole in the chest of one of the Japs. The other Japs screamed and pounced.
come over.
Poof! Yang Ling did not dodge or dodge, he just stabbed forward with his bayonet. The Japanese bayonet grazed his arm, but his bayonet had already emerged from the Japanese back, and the Japanese was stabbed through.