Under the gray sky, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Blood gurgled from the wounds of the corpses and then seeped into the mud. The earth was blood red, and the atmosphere was dull and depressing.
The Japanese soldiers were repelled, but there were no cheers or celebrations on the battlefield. The exhausted soldiers collapsed in the fragmented trenches, gasping for air.
The remnant soldiers were glad that they were still alive, and their faces were full of joy, but when they thought of their dead comrades, tears fell uncontrollably, leaving bright water stains on their dusty cheeks.
The corpses of the newly killed soldiers fell on top of the corpses of the previously killed soldiers. They were piled up layer by layer, as high as a hill. There was a rotten smell, and the ground was stained with blood, making it a sticky mud.
The old smoker leaned against the corpse, lit the match with trembling hands, walked to the smoker, lit it, and took a big puff. Green smoke rose. He lay comfortably on the pile of corpses and closed his eyes. Damn it.
It's good to be alive.
During the hand-to-hand fight with the Japanese soldiers, everyone went all out and their nerves were highly tense. Because it was related to their lives and the gain or loss of the position, everyone fought hard with the Japanese soldiers. Now they suddenly relaxed and felt
The whole body felt like it was falling apart.
Only about forty of the remaining soldiers were still panting. In less than twenty minutes, most of the more than a hundred people were killed. Looking at the sparse figures, Yang Ling felt a little guilty in his heart. If not
Maybe they have returned to their original troops now.
But then Yang Ling put aside his thoughts. There were wars and killings everywhere. The mountains and rivers were broken and desolate. Even if they returned to their original army, the situation might not be better than now. Now that they have become a soldier,
You have to shoulder the responsibility of protecting your home and country. It is the same everywhere. This is the fate of soldiers.
The Japanese soldiers retreated in a hurry, and more than 70 corpses were scattered messily on the Chinese army's position. Wu Zhenguo happily led the people to collect the equipment, rubbing the 80% new 38-gauge rifles, with a happy look on his face.
The war has been going on so far, and all weapons and ammunition have been exhausted, but the supplies from the rear have been delayed. After every fierce battle, the defenders will collect the ammunition left by the Japanese soldiers to replenish the consumption, but they are helpless and unable to do anything.
Yang Ling started fighting with his 38-gauge rifle. The pain in his left leg made him couldn't help but inhale. The Japanese soldiers' bayonets were sharp, and a hole five to six millimeters deep was poked in his thigh. Fortunately, it was stopped.
If the blood is removed, the leg will be considered useless.
Like Yang Ling, almost all of the surviving remnant soldiers were injured, and those who were injured but not dead lay in the trenches howling in pain. However, in this era of lack of medical treatment and medicine, whether they could survive could only depend on luck.
"Don't be stunned and retreat five hundred meters." Yang Ling moistened his dry throat and greeted the remaining soldiers who were lying on the ground tiredly.
In a hand-to-hand battle with the Japs, Yang Ling killed seventeen Japs by himself. It was obvious to all the remaining soldiers that although he was injured now, in the hearts of the remaining soldiers, Yang Ling's thin body became more and more upright, as if
A solid mountain convinced them and made their prestige stronger.
The Japs' operations have always been mechanical and dull, and they were carried out meticulously according to their drills, bombing, artillery, infantry charge, bombing again and infantry charge again. This is their usual trick, and anyone with a little care will take precautions in advance.
Now that the Japanese have been repulsed, a violent bombardment will definitely follow, and Yang Ling is almost certain.
Seeing Yang Ling give the order to retreat, Wu Zhenguo was also slightly stunned. The Japanese artillery attack and infantry charge were the experience gained by countless people who died, but he did not expect that Yang Ling, a platoon leader who broke out from the enemy-occupied area, understood everything. He became more and more aware of it.
I can't figure out this monster-like person.
He is obviously so thin that he can be knocked down by a gust of wind, but he is able to burst out with powerful force when facing the Japanese soldiers. He is obviously just a little-known second lieutenant platoon leader, but he has let a company like Lao Yanqiang.
Leaders dare to bow their heads and obey orders.
Even the sharpshooter Luo Ziqiang carried out Yang Ling's orders without hesitation, which made Wu Zhenguo very puzzled, but then he smiled and shook his head. Why did he think so much? As long as he could help him hold his position, everything would be fine.
Looking at the sparse remaining soldiers, Wu Zhenguo felt a little guilty. He originally wanted to ask them to help defend the position, but he did not expect that the Japanese would increase the offensive force to a squadron. This was unexpected by him.
The remnant soldiers were like ghosts on the battlefield, covered in tatters, dragging their guns and walking towards the back. They were used to seeing too many deaths, and now they have become a little numb.
The attack of the 18th Japanese Regiment was repelled again. They left countless corpses and retreated in embarrassment. With the sound of telegrams, telegrams requesting heavy artillery support were sent to the heavy artillery brigade in the rear.
The Japanese warships sailed into the Huangpu River and bombarded the Chinese garrison positions on both sides of the river indiscriminately. However, the 18th Regiment had already advanced into the Yanghang area of Zhaozaobang, and the naval gun support was no longer sufficient, so
They requested heavy artillery support from the Army.
The Japanese's two heavy artillery brigades were drawn from North China and went south to join the Shanghai Expeditionary Force. The heavy artillery brigades have strong firepower. Each brigade has a total of forty 105mm heavy artillery, in addition to 240mm heavy artillery.
Twenty cannons, ten 305mm heavy howitzers and artillery pieces of other calibers.
Compared with the Chinese defenders who only had a small number of heavy machine guns, the Japanese heavy artillery was a nightmare. Now that the 18th Division had defeated the Japanese, Yang Ling could predict that the Japanese artillery fire coverage would definitely follow.
The battle ahead fell into a state of anxiety. Faced with the tenacious blocking of the Chinese defenders, the attacking troops encountered obstacles again. With the sound of creaking metal friction, the Japanese's thirty 150mm heavy artillery launched.
The thick black metal barrel was pointed in the direction of the Chinese defenders' position, revealing a ferocious face.
"Boom!" A heavy artillery made a violent "Boom" sound, and the violent backlash caused the artillery position to rise up into a puff of smoke and dust.
A test-fired artillery shell passed over the Japanese infantry position and whizzed past the Chinese defenders in a graceful arc. The sound of being torn apart could be heard in the air.
Boom! A huge mushroom cloud of smoke and dust rose up from the position of the 18th Division. The ground shook violently under the fire of the explosion, as if experiencing a magnitude 10 earthquake. Many people's hearts were beating hard and their teeth were shaking.
Can't stop trembling.
Looking at the huge smoke rising from the friendly positions on the left, Yang Ling's expression changed, and so did Wu Zhenguo's face. Damn it, they thought the Japs would use Type 92 infantry artillery to bombard them, but they didn't expect the Japs to actually use it.
Heavy artillery!
"Run! Run to the back!" Yang Ling waved vigorously and screamed at the remaining soldiers who were stunned by the shock.
Countless small black dots on the horizon were constantly enlarging in Yang Ling's pupils, roaring towards them as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them. Yang Ling didn't care about roaring anymore, and ran towards the back with a 38-gauge rifle, surrounded by the frightened shouts of the remnants of the soldiers.