The excess weapons and ammunition were replenished and carefully hidden under the gentle slope behind the trench like hidden treasures. In order to prevent moisture, they were covered with some reed stalks and tattered clothes.
Looking at the tightly hidden ammunition, Lao Yanqiang was still worried. He sent a soldier to guard it as if to guard against thieves, and specifically explained that no one would be able to take it without his order, and he must be especially careful.
to target friendly forces in adjacent positions.
After everything was done and he looked back at the tightly wrapped ammunition, Lao Yanqian felt relieved and returned to the trench at a leisurely pace.
Although he has been in the army for more than ten years, it is the first time he has the right to dispose of so much ammunition. He is like a nouveau riche who has suddenly become rich. He is both excited and uneasy, worried that these ammunition will be stolen.
gone.
The old smoker returned to the trench and sat down on the ground. He touched the cannon box inserted into his waist, pulled out his own smoker, lit a match, smashed it, and started smoking. Not to mention how comfortable he felt at the moment.
The remnant soldiers of the supplementary company were all excited at this moment, as if they had got a beloved toy. They counted the bullets on their bodies over and over again. They hung the grenades on their bodies and took them off again. They couldn't put them down. They had never put them down.
Ever been so rich.
Yang Ling stepped on a pair of rag shoes and walked on the new soil dug out of the trench. He looked around and observed their positions. It is said that knowing oneself and knowing the enemy will lead to victory in any battle. He had just come back and was not familiar with the position, so he naturally took the time to familiarize himself with the position.
The entire 61st Division was stationed along the Zaozao Bang. Their goal was to prevent the Japanese troops from crossing the river from this section, and on their left was the position of the 81st Division.
The position of the third battalion is located on the right side of the division, and the supplementary company is sandwiched between the first and second companies of the third battalion. The width of the defense is about a hundred meters. For the supplementary company with only more than 30 people,
It was still difficult to hold on to this 100-meter defense line. Yang Ling frowned.
The supplementary company's trench is located fifty meters away from the river. It is a straight and crooked trench. More than 30 remnant soldiers are currently nesting in the trench, chatting and laughing, enjoying the rare rest time before the war.
Looking at the shallow straight trenches, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly. In the past, the Chinese army used warlords to attack each other. They were used to group charges and single-line trenches between each other. But if they use the same method to deal with the Japanese, I am afraid that a wave of
The attack can't be stopped.
Yang Ling walked to the trench and stood there, picking up the old shovel on the ground: "Don't sit still, get up and work, our trenches have to be dug again."
"Hey, no, Lieutenant Yang, our trenches are in good condition. It would be a waste of effort to dig them again." Luo Dayong raised an objection while fiddling with the Czech light machine gun.
The rest of the remnant soldiers also echoed in unison: "Yes, we have dug like this before, there is nothing wrong with it."
"Do you think your trenches can hide people?" Yang Ling asked.
The remaining soldiers lowered their heads and looked at the shallow trench, which was only about half a meter deep, with embarrassment on their faces. The trench was indeed a bit shallow.
"Brother Yang, it's not that if the brothers don't dig deep, water will come out if they dig deeper." Lao Yanqiang approached Yang Ling and explained.
Yang Ling knew that the groundwater level in the Jiangnan area was shallow, only about one meter. If the trenches were dug deeper, they would be soaked in water, but he also knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to dig the trenches deeper.
Yang Ling explained to the remnants of the soldiers with sincerity and sincerity: "Brothers, I, Yang Ling, am not deliberately tormenting you. Think about it carefully, do you want to lie in the water and survive, or do you want to be trapped in the trench where no one can hide?
Beat the devil to death?"
When it comes to death, it immediately hits the weak point of the remnant soldiers. If it is not for the sake of being a soldier and having enough to eat, who would be willing to die? Thinking about what Yang Ling said, it makes sense. It is better to soak in the water than to be beaten by the Japanese.
Death is much better.
Lao Yanqiang also understood this. He turned around and waved to the remaining soldiers: "Don't be stunned. Listen to Brother Yang and get up and dig again."
Although the remnants of the soldiers were extremely reluctant, thinking that this was a matter of life and death, they still moved quickly.
"Trenches cannot be dug in straight lines. They should be dug into concave and convex shapes three to five meters apart. This way the enemy's bombs can reduce the damage caused by explosive fragments when they fall. We have to dig a hole to hide soldiers every few meters." Yang Ling waved his shovel while saying,
Teach the remaining soldiers how to dig standard trenches.
The remnants all joined the army in order to have enough food to eat. They didn't know a few Chinese characters, so how could they know what standard trench digging was. But since Yang Ling gave the order, let's follow Yang Ling's instructions. Anyway, you were right to listen to Yang Ling's words along the way.
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The underground water line in the Hazaobang area is very shallow, and their position is close to the river. It didn't take long for them to dig down and it turned into mud. They simply took off their shoes and stood in the mud with bare legs and dug according to Yang Ling's instructions.
With.
The remnant soldiers of the supplementary company were working vigorously with shovels, and their bodies were covered with splashing mud, making them wet. However, thinking that they could save their lives, they kept digging vigorously.
"Everyone in the supplementary company has a bone in their head. Damn it, how can trenches be dug like this?" Seeing the people in the supplementary company waving their arms and trying to dig the trench deeper, the people in the two adjacent companies were stunned.
It was like watching a play, full of banter.
"Hey, Lao Yanqiang, are you digging your own grave or something?" Xiong Dawu jumped into the trench and joked when he saw Lao Yanqiang covered in mud.
Xiong Dawu and Yang Ling lost thirty grenades in their marksmanship competition, and now they are filled with grudges. Naturally, they will not give up this opportunity to ridicule Lao Smoking and the others.
Lao Yanqiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, straightened his rickety body and said to the coward: "Blind Xiong, it's none of your business whether I dig graves or not. Hey, you just wait to be bombed."
After Lao Yanqiang finished speaking, he started to dig trenches with his arms waving again, ignoring Xiong Dawu who was sarcastic and sarcastic.
Seeing Lao Yanqiang ignoring him, Xiong Dawu himself felt bored. He returned to his position and watched Lao Yanqiang and the others working hard. He still remembered Lao Yanqiang's last words in his heart.
Just wait to be bombed.
Damn it, how can you escape when I get bombed? Xiong Dawu doesn’t believe it, the Japanese shells don’t have eyes, so no one can escape when they are blasted.
Although Xiong Dawu comforted himself like this, looking at Lao Yanqiang and the others digging deeper and deeper trenches, he felt more and more uneasy. Damn it, if there were such deep trenches, maybe they could really avoid the Japanese.
Bombs, increase the chance of survival.
Lao Yanqiang was as illiterate as himself. He knew his background, and he would not dig the trench so deep for no reason. It must have been the attention of that boy again. Xiong Dawu's eyes fell on the man waving the shovel.
On Yang Ling's body.
When he thought of Yang Ling's amazing marksmanship, Xiong Dawu felt that Yang Ling was definitely not simple. Although he didn't know why he dug the trench so deep, I couldn't lag behind the old smoker.
"Get up, everyone, dig trenches, dig deep." Xiong Dawu stood up and kicked the soldier who was sleeping next to him with his gun in his arms, and shouted loudly.
Although the soldiers of the first company didn't know what kind of madness their company commander had, but since the company commander had spoken, they had to do it even if they didn't want to. They stood up slowly and started to imitate the old smoker. They started to dig down.
The surrounding companies watched them working in the trenches, as if they were contagious. Although they didn't know why they did this, they thought there was no harm in digging deeper, so they all followed suit.