Yang Dashu mounted the Czech light machine gun on the sandbag and swept it towards the gap. The whistling bullets passed through the trench and beat the Japanese to bloody pieces. The smoking shells splashed all over the ground.
Some Japanese continued to rush up the gap desperately, but without exception, as soon as their heads popped up, they were immediately beaten into a hornet's nest.
"Don't hit the machine gun randomly! Block the shooting!" Yang Dashu shouted at the top of his lungs when he saw the machine gun not far away, regardless of his identity.
Several light and heavy machine gunners of the 615th Regiment were stunned for a moment, and then joined the ranks of blocking fire. They immediately formed an airtight fire network, and the barrage isolated the following Japanese soldiers.
Nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers rushed into the position. Yang Ling took the lead and rushed forward. With him taking the lead, the scattered soldiers around him also rushed forward.
Yang Ling charged and fought at the same time, with almost no miss. He had knocked down several Japanese soldiers from a distance of more than ten meters. Even on this noisy battlefield, he was particularly eye-catching.
"Brother Yang! What a good shot!" As a commander, the regiment leader Zhou Xiangkui did not hide in the safe headquarters. Instead, he fought on the front line with a big knife. Seeing that Yang Ling's bullets were all fired, he couldn't help but praise him immediately.
Seeing Zhou Xiangkui in an officer's uniform, while he was talking, two Japanese men with bayonets rushed over, screaming, trying to kill this big fish.
The leader of the group, Zhou Xiangkui, was not afraid. He roared and charged forward with his sword drawn. His indomitable momentum made people's blood boil. Yang Ling followed closely without showing any signs of weakness.
Although Zhou Xiangkui used the sword, he did so in a rough way. He opened and closed the Japanese soldier's bayonet directly, and the sharp tip of the sword actually stabbed the Japanese soldier over.
Another Japanese wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, but Yang Ling never let him have his way. As soon as the bayonet went down, he stabbed him in the stomach and kicked him into the trench, where he started to bleed.
"Kill the Japanese!" Zhou Xiangkui was not only brave himself, but also led the brothers around him to rush forward in a swarm without fear of death.
Nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers and hundreds of Chinese soldiers violently collided with each other in the smoke. There was no fighting between them, but a dense formation of hedging.
When the collision hit, both sides swung their weapons in unison, and there was a constant popping sound, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.
Yang Ling only felt a shadow approaching, and then saw blood flying everywhere. More than 20 people fell down in one encounter, and the people behind screamed and rushed forward stepping on corpses and bees.
As soon as a wounded soldier fell to the ground, countless feet stepped on him, and he screamed in pain and was soon trampled to death.
The roars continued, the clashing of iron tools, the grunting and the crisp sound of bayonets entering flesh, and the fierce gunshots in the distance continued, but this place became a hell on earth.
Lao Yanqiang rolled a Japanese soldier into the waterlogged trench, scratched his ears and tore his mouth, and the two of them struggled hard.
Qin Shou smashed the Japs soldier's helmet away like a lunatic, and then smashed his head into a ball of paste. The ferocious Japs' scalp was numb with such ferocious force.
The Japanese soldiers' stabbing skills were slightly better, but a good dog couldn't stand up to a large number of wolves. Facing the swarming Chinese soldiers, the number of Japanese soldiers rushing into the position continued to decrease.
The melee only lasted less than five minutes, and there were less than ten Japanese soldiers still standing. Back to back, they stared fiercely at the blood people surrounding them, like stones in a latrine, ugly and hard.
The neat uniform of the group leader, Zhou Xiangkui, had been torn off, revealing his broad chest, covered in blood and minced meat, and looking very evil.
Looking at the Japanese soldiers who were surrounded, without saying a word, he picked up a machine gun, held it in his arms and opened fire. The heavy fire of bullets caused the Japanese soldiers to fly bloody and bloody, and was completely destroyed.
All the Japanese soldiers who rushed into the position were wiped out. Yang Ling and Zhou Xiangkui led their men to block the gap again, and the first wave of Japanese attacks were repelled.
However, the Japanese commander was particularly unwilling and immediately dispatched artillery fire to cover the position. The artillery fire was continuous and the defenders' position was shattered. Soon, several Japanese planes flew over the strafing position at low altitude to support the battle.
However, Zhou Xiangkui's 615th Regiment fought tenaciously, taking down as many Japs as they came, and with the help of various artillery pieces from the Jiangyin Fortress, they fought fiercely until dark. The Japs finally retreated like a tide, and the attack ended without any success.
Yang Ling and the others fought bloody battles behind enemy lines for half a month, and the fact that they killed the Japanese Lieutenant General was just hearsay. Zhou Xiangkui admired Yang Ling and the others in his heart, but when they fought side by side, he really saw the bravery and fearlessness of Yang Ling and the others.
With the friendship of fighting side by side, Zhou Xiangkui became much closer to Yang Ling: "Brother Yang, if you have anything to do in the future, just come to me, and I, Zhou Xiangkui, will help you even if you have to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire!"
Soldiers don't have to make so many twists and turns. They trust their brothers Paoze on the battlefield because it is a life-and-death friendship. While Yang Ling and the others' performance on the battlefield made Zhou Xiangkui admire him, he also completely accepted them in his heart.
Yang Ling also had a good impression of this forthright leader because he killed the enemy with blood instead of fearing death. He also made a promise that he would help if he called me if there was anything in the future.
The commander specially sent a car to pick up Yang Ling and others at the Xiaohe position, and bid farewell to Zhou Xiangkui. The bruised Yang Ling and his party were transported to the headquarters of the Jiangfang Group Army in a bumpy ride.
Although the fighting was raging in the outer positions, Jiangyin County was rarely quiet. Except for the school and the cotton mill that were bombed by Japanese planes, most places were still intact.
After all, Jiangyin Fortress not only has various large-caliber artillery, but also has many anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns. The Japanese planes do not dare to fly over and bombard openly, unless they want to seek death.
The car drove into Jiangyin County in the dark. Although curfew and light control were implemented, Yang Ling and the others could still clearly see the rows of buildings and imagine the prosperity behind them.
The brothers who had fought bloody battles for the rest of their lives had forgotten the smoke and death on the battlefield. They gathered together to point out what they saw and heard along the way, full of novelty.
They escaped all the way and saw dead people and burned-down villages along the way. They saw few living people. Now that they are back here, they feel a lot more at ease.
"Brother Yang, I heard that the commander's people want to see us, who do you think they should be?" Lao Yanqiang was excited and uneasy at the same time, just like a young daughter-in-law who was about to marry and was afraid of meeting her parents-in-law.
Yang Ling leaned on the car, watching the scenery quickly retreating, and showed a rare smile: "Whoever wants to see us, as long as they can have a good meal."
"That's true, I'm really hungry." Lao Yanqiang touched his shriveled belly, thinking that when he was with the 615th Regiment, he was too busy helping them fight, but he didn't expect to order something to eat.
The scene that greeted Yang Ling and the others was more grand and larger than they expected. Heavily armed soldiers stood silently along the street.
More than a dozen senior generals wearing Nizi coats stood at the commander's door, looking at them from a distance, surrounded by thousands of soldiers and policemen.
Lao Yanqiang and the others jumped out of the car and were a little confused when they saw this scene. This scene was a bit too big.
Looking at the bright military uniforms of the soldiers around them, and then looking at their tattered clothes, my face suddenly turned red and I felt embarrassed.
"Line up!" Yang Ling was not too surprised. Since they were being greeted in such a big scene, they couldn't lose their etiquette and shouted in a loud voice.
Smoker and the others lined up quickly as if they were conditioned, and the nine people who were still alive stood in a row.
"Stand straight, stand firm." Yang Ling reminded in a low voice. When Lao Yanqiang heard this, they tried their best to puff up their chests.
"Let's walk together!" Yang Ling said, straightening his back and starting to take steps.
Although Yang Ling and the nine others were dressed in tatters and looked very unkempt, they were marching in line with their heads held high, exuding a murderous aura, which made the waiting senior generals look serious, and they secretly praised themselves.
He was someone who could kill a Japanese lieutenant general, and his momentum was enough to scare many people.