The helmets of the Japanese soldiers were shaking constantly on the battlefield, and they were roaring continuously. The eyes of both sides were already red from the fight, and the battle became intense as soon as it started.
Facing the fierce attack of the Japanese's superior force, the position was already in danger. Yang Ling was completely angered because Hei Wazi died in his arms.
He held the red tassel blade in both hands and limped towards the nearest Japanese. He wanted to kill people and avenge the dead.
Since coming to this era, Yang Ling has not truly integrated himself into this era, because he knows that this war is destined to fail, and no struggle can save the fate of a disastrous defeat. He has always regarded himself as a bystander.
Posture of a spectator.
Even if he rescued the remaining soldiers, he was not trying to save the war that was doomed to fail, but he couldn't bear to see them being wiped out by the Japanese. He just sympathized with them.
But now he watched Hei Wazi and others die in front of him, and he felt sad and angry. Everyone here was struggling and resisting for this nation. As a Chinese, he
, he couldn't just sit back and watch, he had to use his knowledge and strength to change this war.
He couldn't just watch these familiar people die in vain at the hands of the Japanese soldiers, otherwise he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
Yang Ling dragged the red-tasseled sword towards the two people who were struggling together, and all the anger and hatred in his heart was vividly swayed as the sword slashed.
The big knife cut into the flesh and blood, and there was a sound of broken bones. The devil with a ferocious face was kicked to the ground by him. Even though he was dead, you could still see the ferocious look of the devil with his teeth and claws.
"Pick up your bayonet and follow me!" Yang Ling shouted to the remnant soldier who was coughing and wheezing violently, and continued to move forward with the knife.
A Japanese soldier flew towards him in the trench, but Yang Ling dodged him sideways. The sword struck him and blood spurted out. The Japanese soldier's head was weakly tilted to the side. There was only a piece of skin left on his neck connected to his head. The blood flowed out and penetrated.
soil.
The injured Yang Ling was even more dangerous. His resolute face was covered with dust, but his black eyes were filled with murderous intent. He wanted to kill all these little devils.
More and more people followed Yang Ling, and they gathered together again. They swarmed up against the Japanese, smashed them with their rifle butts, stabbed them with bayonets, and killed each of the Japanese to the ground.
"Boom!" Someone picked up the grenade on the ground and started bombarding the individual Japanese soldiers. The sound of gunfire rang out again on the battlefield.
The saber in the hand of the Japs squadron leader was already stained with blood, and three remnants had already died in his hands. When he saw Yang Ling gathering the remnants, he shouted and rushed over with several Japs.
Seeing the Japanese soldiers rushing over, Yang Ling took out a grenade, pulled it hard, and smoke came out, and then threw it fiercely at the Japanese soldiers who were rushing towards him.
The grenade whirled and landed among the group of Japs, and then the gunpowder exploded violently. The force of the explosion directly tore the Japs' flesh and blood into pieces, and the rags fell like scattered flowers from a goddess.
The Japanese squadron leader was burnt and smoking all over his body. He felt warmth coming from his face. He reached out and touched the red blood. Looking at Yang Ling limping towards him, the Japanese squadron leader became angry.
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He stood up with a grin on his face, raised his saber in both hands and rushed towards Yang Ling, and then slashed him down hard.
Bang!
The sword in Yang Ling's hand collided fiercely with the Japs' saber, splashing out a series of sparks. The huge force coming from the sword almost made the Japs unsteady. Looking at the ferocious-faced Japs squadron leader, Yang Ling's face flashed
A sharp touch.
The Jaap squadron leader swung his sword at Yang Ling again. With a violent collision, he felt the pain in his tiger's mouth and the saber flew to one side.
When the Japanese squadron leader saw his saber being knocked away, he was stunned for a moment and rushed towards Yang Ling, who was a few steps away, with bared teeth and claws, trying to knock Yang Ling to the ground.
Poof!
The Japs rushed in front of Yang Ling. Yang Ling could see the charred and ferocious face of the Japs Squadron Leader at close range, but immediately a look of pain appeared on the Japs Squadron Leader's face, and a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Yang Ling twisted his hands hard and stabbed the Japanese squadron leader with a red-tasseled sword that immediately smashed the Japanese's internal organs to pieces. The Japanese's body seemed to have exhausted all its strength and slowly collapsed.
Going down, the hand that was holding Yang Ling also dropped.
"Kill!" Angry roars came from behind Yang Ling and the others, and Wu Zhenguo led more than a hundred soldiers and rushed over along the trench.
Wu Zhenguo and others originally withdrew to the rear to rest, but as the fighting in front became fierce, Wu Zhenguo was worried about the position and ran back with his men, just in time to see Yang Ling and others fighting with the Japanese with bayonets.
More than two hundred Japs faced heavy losses in the desperate struggle of the remaining soldiers. Faced with the arrival of Yang Ling's reinforcements, they chose to retreat without hesitation.
The Japanese abandoned more than seventy corpses and ran away. The figures disappeared from everyone's sight. Yang Ling felt severe pain in his thighs. He sat down on the charred ground and saw that his pants were stained red with blood.
, wet.
Wow! He tore open his trouser legs, and a bloody hole from a bayonet appeared in front of Yang Ling. He pulled off a piece of cloth and simply bandaged it.
"Platoon Leader Yang, are you okay?" Wu Zhenguo ran toward Yang Ling with a tired face, looking at Yang Ling's bloody thigh and asked with concern.
Yang Ling shook his head, and then said apologetically: "We almost failed to hold our position..."
"Brother Yang, please don't say that. Your company's troops are enough to block a Japanese squadron. It is much stronger than us. Our previous battalion could not stop a Japanese squad."
Wu Zhenguo had told Yang Ling that usually only a small group of Japs would attack their position, but he didn't expect that a full squadron would attack this time. He was too careless.
Many remnant soldiers were dead, their bodies covered with bullet holes from the Japs, and even more remnant soldiers were killed by the Japs in hand-to-hand combat. Their corpses lay all over the battlefield, and their bodies were covered with blood mixed with soil.
Luo Dayong was so exhausted that he was paralyzed in the trench like a dead body. His smashed light machine gun with a crooked handle was thrown next to him. Looking at the gray sky, Luo Dayong was panting like an ox.
"I'm still alive! I'm still alive..." Some remnant soldiers cried with joy, and their tears and sand turned into big painted faces.
There is never mercy in war, it is always extremely cruel. In such a fight, the strength of an individual is like the waves in the sea. It is a great honor to be alive.