The dark night was deep, and the rumbling sound of artillery kept coming from the other side of the river. The remaining soldiers felt that the earth was shaking slightly, causing the soil above the Tibetan Soldier Cave to rustle.
"You little devil is such a waste. This cannon has been firing for a long time without stopping. How much ammunition is wasted." Lao Yanqiang curled up on the ground and listened to the rumbling sound in his ears.
Cursing quietly.
Luo Ziqiang dusted off the dirt that fell on the grain pancake, and then stuffed the pancake into his mouth. His face looked a little solemn: "I'm afraid the little devil will hit the river tonight."
The Japanese heavy artillery kept firing. The attack was so fierce that the Chinese army on the other side of the river would definitely not be able to withstand it. The remaining soldiers felt as if a stone was weighing on their hearts, making them so depressed that they could hardly breathe.
"Company Lieutenant, do you think we can stop the Japs here?" Fatty Tian San felt more and more unsafe as he listened to the sound of artillery fire and wanted to talk to someone.
The remaining soldiers all turned their attention to Yang Ling, because in their hearts Yang Ling was omnipotent. As long as Yang Ling said he could block it, they would definitely be able to block it. They hoped that Yang Ling would give them reassurance.
Yang Ling's eyes flashed across the tired faces of the remnant soldiers. His lips wriggled, trying to say that he could block it, but he swallowed the words as he reached his lips. He didn't want to lie to these remnant soldiers, and he knew that they couldn't be blocked here.
Seeing that Yang Ling was stunned for a long time without saying anything, the remaining soldiers all realized that there was no chance of stopping the Japs, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.
"We have so much ammunition, even if the Japs come, they won't be able to gain any favors, right? Brother Yang." Lao Yanqian said, seeing that the atmosphere was a little depressing.
Yang Ling looked at the old smoker with serious eyes and understood what he meant. He nodded and said, "We don't know whether we can stop the little devils, but as long as they dare to come, we guarantee that they will never come back."
"Even those grenades are enough for a little devil to drink a pot."
"We still have two machine guns. If he dares to come, we can surprise them."
...
The atmosphere became lively again, but Yang Ling's heart felt a little heavy. These remnant soldiers had no patriotic feelings, and they only joined the army to beg for food.
It is these remnant soldiers who are just asking for food. Faced with the Japs' steel guns and cannons, they would rather use their own flesh and blood to carry the Japs to death than become deserters, because they know that if they retreat and become deserters, then
Their relatives, brothers and sisters will be harmed by the Japanese, and they don't want this to happen.
The remaining soldiers waited for a long time. In the middle of the night, a large number of broken soldiers retreated from the battlefield on the other side of the river. They were covered in blood, exhausted, and looked panicked. Many of them rolled into the mud as they walked.
The remaining soldiers all stood up from their positions. Seeing the friendly troops retreating like locusts, they suddenly became nervous.
"Tsk, tsk, it was such a miserable fight." Luo Dayong held his machine gun and commented on the retreating troops like an outsider. His words were full of gloating. Fortunately, it was not what I felt.
The remnant soldiers also held their arms and watched the black crowd retreating. However, they were not as arrogant as Luo Dayong. Instead, their faces were full of worry. Looking at their miserable state, they knew that the beating must have been brutal.
Lao Yanqiang ran towards the defeated soldiers, stretched out his hand to grab a defeated soldier whose head was covered with blood and asked: "Brother, are there many Japanese soldiers? How far are they from the river?"
"The devils are all over the mountains and plains, and they are already chasing us."
Lao Yanqiang returned to the position with a solemn expression. From the mouths of the defeated soldiers, he already knew that the Japs were coming this time. Looking at the more than thirty remaining soldiers, he said: "Don't be stunned. Check the ammunition. The Japs are already here."
coming."
The remnants of the soldiers jumped into the trenches like ducks being driven away, making constant plop-plop sounds, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly became tense.
Yang Ling lay on his bunker, filled a Hanyang-made rifle with bullets and placed it at a convenient location, then filled the 38-gauge rifle seized from the Japanese with bullets, and conveniently placed more than ten hand grenades
They were placed in a row at their own convenience, quietly waiting for the Japanese to arrive.
Lao Yanqiang was lying not far from Yang Ling, watching Yang Ling prepare in an orderly manner. He didn't know if he could survive. After thinking about it, he opened his mouth and whispered to Yang Ling: "Brother Yang, the devils are coming this time."
I'm afraid there are quite a few. If I die, you will be responsible for the replacement company."
Yang Ling was stunned as he watched Lao Yanqiang explain his funeral. He had never thought of such a problem, but when he saw Lao Yanqiang's serious look, he realized that this was a real war and everyone could die at any time.
, he nodded after being silent for a while, and agreed.
When Lao Yanqiang saw Yang Ling nodding in agreement, he felt his heart relax. He unscrewed the cap of the grenade. Damn it, I'll give it a good shot today. Even if I die, I don't have to worry about it. Not even these bastards.
People take care of it.
"Company Commander Zhou, the battalion commander asked you to stick to your position. If anyone falls off the chain and becomes a deserter, don't blame him for turning his back on him." The communications soldiers from the battalion headquarters trotted over from the second company's position, found Lao Yanqiang, and conveyed the order.
Come down.
Lao Yanqiang grinned and said: "You go back and tell the battalion commander that although there are not many people in our supplementary company, Lao Yanqiang left his words here. We are not cowards. We are in the position and the little Japs can't even think of crossing over from us."
step."
Lao Yanqiang's voice was loud, and the remnants of the soldiers also echoed loudly: "Our supplementary company is not a coward. Even if we die, we will die on the battlefield."
The communications soldier looked at the old smoker with a serious face, nodded, and ran towards the position of the first company next to him.
The first company commander, Xiong Dawu, heard what Lao Yanqiang and the others said, and he also beat his chest loudly: "The company they added is not a coward. Our company is also a man with a command. If anyone dares to be a deserter, let alone the battalion commander."
Man, I will kill him first."
boom!
A cannonball landed among the broken soldiers on the tidal flat on the other side of the river. The chemical reaction rapidly expanded and exploded. In the flash of fire, several broken soldiers were thrown high into the air, and then fell into the water and were smashed.
Water splashes everywhere.
One after another, the artillery shells flew over, dragging out shining strips of light in the dark sky. Huge water columns were blown up from the river. Some of the retreating troops were bombarded and blown to pieces, causing a rain of blood all over the sky.
Yang Ling held his 38-gauge rifle and adjusted the scale to the limit of 800 meters, which was just enough to extend the shooting to the other side of the river. However, when looking along the crosshair, the sight of 800 meters was blurry.
Only through the flash of the explosion could one see clearly the numerous Japanese soldiers who were swarming with steel helmets on their heads and carrying bayonets.
There were balls of fire, and the defeated soldiers who couldn't run were constantly knocked down in a pool of blood.