A guard ran up the gentle slope, interrupting the greetings between staff officers Liu Ming and Yang Ling. Yang Ling turned around and saw that the car that had just been transporting ammunition was full of wounded people and was waiting not far away with its lights on.
Liu Ming sighed and lamented that time passed too fast. He promised Yang Ling that he would immediately report Yang Ling's suggestions to Deputy Commander Liu Xing when he returned. Yang Ling also expressed his gratitude to Liu Ming.
"Brother Yang, the soldiers on the front line are in danger, so you should take extreme care." He paused and continued: "If you really can't stop the Japanese, don't be too aggressive. After all, we still have so many troops here, so we can't stop them."
We will not let the devils run rampant."
Yang Ling also nodded: "Brother Liu, don't worry, I won't risk my life and the lives of my brothers."
"With your words, I feel relieved. Remember to live." Liu Ming patted Yang Ling's shoulder and wanted to say something more, but he swallowed the words when he reached his lips. He shook his head and turned down the gentle slope.
Liu Ming got into the car full of wounded soldiers. The car started with a rumble and soon disappeared into the night. Yang Ling looked back to the east, and there was a blaze of flames on the horizon dozens of miles away.
The Japanese cannons were blasting fiercely, and the red shells roaring in the night sky were like waterfalls of fire, brilliant and dazzling. You can imagine what kind of suffering the brothers on the front line were going through. I'm afraid they were already bleeding like rivers.
Yang Ling retracted his gaze and shook his head. He was in a humble position now. He didn't know whether the garrison commander's headquarters could listen to suggestions. He didn't know whether the guerrillas could transport the ferry to Xiaguan on time, but he had done his best.
Maximum effort.
Yang Ling took a deep breath and dispelled the distracting thoughts in his mind. There were many things that he could not control, but as a soldier, he should fight to the death, which can be regarded as doing his part for this nation and this country.
Although night fell, the Japanese's attack did not stop. They were fanatical and crazy, desperately attacking the defenders' positions on the front line of Chunhua Town, but were repelled time and time again by the defenders.
The Japanese were not willing to give in. Soon, the overwhelming artillery fire swept across the defense line like a flood. The fire waterfall hanging in the night made the night look like day. Tons of bombs seemed to roll over the entire defender's position. The trenches and houses were waiting for a rumbling explosion.
Razed to the ground.
"Where's our artillery? Why don't you fight back!" The disgraced company commander Sun Dahe watched helplessly as several brothers were lifted into the sky by flying bombs and blown to pieces. He roared loudly with red eyes.
His voice was soon drowned in the deafening sound of artillery. No one could answer him. Zhang Lingfu, who was hiding in the trench, smashed his fist on the hard trench, full of grievance. This kind of person can only be beaten and cannot fight back.
What a coward.
The Chinese army guarding Nanjing deployed most of its artillery to positions close to the city defenses, while the garrison positions such as Chunhua Town, which were more than ten miles away, could only survive the Japanese artillery fire, relying on their own flesh and blood to survive.
Fight for your life.
"The Japanese are coming!" As soon as the sound of Japanese artillery stopped, a sharp shout came from the smoke screen.
The Japanese infantry are also desperate, almost every time they step on explosive spots and rush upward.
"Flare bombs! Fire up the flares!" Zhang Lingfu breathed a sigh of relief and ordered loudly at the top of his lungs. The smoke screen after the bombardment was so thick that the enemy could not be seen clearly.
The whizzing flares rose into the sky. Under the pale light curtain, a gloomy large piece of Japanese steel helmet had appeared more than a hundred meters away in front of the position. Seeing this dark area, Zhang Lingfu took a deep breath. The Japanese were going to
Working hard.
"Brothers! It's time to fight! Give me a fight!"
The light and heavy machine guns roared, and the violent bullets formed a line of fire all over the sky and poured towards the Japanese. The more than ten Japanese soldiers who were blocked outside the barbed wire were immediately beaten to pieces, causing a rain of blood in the sky.
The fierce firepower of the defenders did not scare the Japs. They rushed madly at the barbed wire fences that blocked them. Before their eyes, each living person was dug into a bloody hole by the barbed wire fence. The Japs behind them continued to rush forward on the corpses.
, a gap appeared in the barbed wire fence.
"Machine gun! Left gap!"
The officer roared with red eyes, and the light and heavy machine guns spitting flames immediately turned their guns. The dozen Japanese soldiers who rushed through the gap were smashed to pieces by the ballistic impact of the two heavy machine guns before they had time to take a breath.
The Japanese did not show any signs of weakness. Their Type 92 infantry cannons and grenades fired directly at close range. With the roaring explosions of fire, the defenders' machine gun positions were knocked out one after another. The firepower of the defense line suddenly weakened, and even more
Many Japanese soldiers pounced on him.
Zhang Lingfu's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he shouted for mortars. The mortars deployed behind also fired out shells. The shells fell into the group of charging Japanese soldiers and immediately blew them to pieces. At this moment, grenades also fired.
It flew out like raindrops, and a bloody rain fell in front of the position.
The Japanese offensive was temporarily suppressed, and the Japanese did not retreat. They lay down on the ground and started shooting with accurate marksmanship. In this close-range shooting, the casualties of both sides increased sharply.
"Tuanzuo! There is a breach at the third battalion! Please support."
A communications soldier covered in blood rushed to Zhang Lingfu. As soon as he finished shouting, he fell to the ground upright. Zhang Lingfu turned him over and found that there were two bloody holes in his chest and he was already dead.
Zhang Lingfu picked up the machine gun he carried with him and shouted: "The secret agent company is coming with me!" He shouted and ran towards the third battalion.
The battlefield in the dark night has been turned into a mess, and the defense line is in danger everywhere. Not only the 305th Regiment, but also the entire 51st Division defense line is in danger under the Japanese's stormy attack.
The fighting on the front line was fierce, and the wounded were sent to the back in batches. When the brothers in the guerrilla camp resting at Gaoqiao Gate heard that the wounded were being sent down, Wang Huzi and other veterans rushed over. They were also concerned.
The battle situation on the front line.
Seeing the people on the stretcher team looking disheveled and with their faces as thick as the bottom of a pot covered in gunpowder smoke, they felt a slight thump in their hearts and felt something was not right, so they hurriedly moved forward to see the wounded.
Seeing the wailing and bloody wounded, the smiles on their faces faded and their hearts sank. As veterans, they were naturally able to judge the battle situation on the front line through the wounded who were transported.
Seeing that these wounded were not only covered in blood and full of bullet holes, but also more were missing arms and legs due to bombing, they knew that this battle was not going to be fought. The Japanese heavy weapons were brought up, and the atmosphere became tense.