The explosion was deafening, and the flash of the explosion reflected the beauty of the water that had been dyed red. The river was covered with corpses, and the broken soldiers were scrambling to escape on the makeshift pontoon. From time to time, people were squeezed into the water.
The sound of ping -pong slamming sounded like a burst of beans, and it sounded behind the defeat. The dark devil has chased up.
It became a sieve, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"Run! Run faster!" Seeing the scattered friendly troops falling into a pool of blood, Lao Yanqiang's face turned red with anxiety and his voice became hoarse.
On the position on the right bank of Hazao Bang, sixty-one soldiers watched helplessly as their compatriots were blasted to pieces by Japanese artillery fire, and were mowed down in pieces by machine guns in a pool of blood. Their faces were full of anger.
The fists clenched loudly.
The rumbling sound of artillery continued, and it fell on the position on the right bank. Some people screamed and were thrown high and then fell heavily without making a sound. The sandbag bunkers were also blasted out, and the Japanese artillery fire began to spread.
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"Hide the artillery!" Yang Ling looked at the artillery shells exploding continuously on the position, waving his arms vigorously and shouting at the remaining soldiers of the supplementary company.
The remaining soldiers hid in the caves dug in advance. The ground was shaking violently, like an earthquake. The air waves caused by the explosion were filled with thick smoke. Some people seemed to have their necks stuck.
He coughed violently amidst the roar.
The shells fell in the trenches, and mud splashed everywhere, so thick that Luo Dayong's nose and eyes could not be seen. He wiped the mud on his face and cursed loudly that the little devil must die a good death, but the curses were quickly drowned out.
Amidst the sound of gunfire.
The country is poor and weak, and any curse is in vain. Facing the elite Japanese soldiers with overwhelming equipment advantages, the Chinese army rushes forward one after another, and then the fields are covered by artillery fire and harvested, just like cutting wheat, except for helplessness
Still helpless.
The artillery bombardment finally stopped. The position was already covered with large and small craters. Some of the remaining soldiers were smashed to pieces and fell limply in the mud. However, no one could care about the dead bodies now because the Japanese had already moved towards them.
It rushed over here.
All the Chinese troops who had been defeated from the front line and had not crossed the river had been slaughtered by the Japanese. Densely packed corpses covered the river beach. The blood seeping out of their bodies gathered into channels and flowed into the river. The clear river water had turned into a big red river.
There are countless corpses floating in the dye vat.
The Japanese vanguard troops had already rushed towards the garrison position on the right bank along the pontoon bridge that had not been blown up in time, like hungry wolves, showing their sharp fangs.
"Everyone enter the position!" The officers' shouts came one after another from the garrison position on the right bank.
The soldiers who were hiding from the artillery ran along the traffic trench, panting, and put their rifles on the bunkers of the trenches again, pointing the black muzzles at the little Japanese who were rushing towards them.
Seeing the little Japs swooping over with their helmets on, the angry soldiers had already pulled the triggers without the officers' orders, and threw angry bullets at the Japs. They wanted to avenge their dead compatriots.
Yang Ling watched helplessly as countless Chinese troops were chased and killed by the Japanese like dogs chasing rabbits. The anger that had been accumulated in his heart finally burst out. Let's forget all the old and new grudges today. He pulled
The bolt of the gun was pushed and loaded, and the crosshairs were aimed at the Japanese soldiers pouring in darkly five hundred meters away.
boom!
The trigger was pulled, and the bullet turned into a stream of light in the dark night and sank into the Japanese soldiers. It was too dark to see whether it hit or not, but now the Japanese launched an intensive charge, and when the bullets were fired, they either killed or injured them.
Countless streams of light danced in the dark night, and the roar of machine guns mixed with the muffled sound of rifles resounded in the positions along the river bank. The explosions stirred up mud all over the sky, like a mud rain, and the battlefield was in chaos.
Facing the angry attack of the defenders, the Japanese soldiers who were chasing after the defeated soldiers were restrained from attacking. They lay down on the ground and began to shoot at the defenders. Their precise shooting began to cause casualties to the defenders.
Luo Dayong fixed the bipod of the Czech light machine gun on the bunker and fired a continuous fan sweep in the direction of the Japanese. Through the burning reed stalks, he saw blood splattering on several Japanese soldiers.
Little devil, come on, I'll treat you to a gun.
After finishing a twenty-round magazine, Luo Dayong picked up the machine gun and reloaded the magazine while shifting positions. Another Type 96 machine gun also started firing, knocking out the two Japanese who were rushing forward.
He was beaten into a gourd of blood and fell to the ground.
The Japanese soldiers also responded very quickly. In addition to the light and heavy machine guns firing fiercely at the company's position, the grenade squad quickly started loading and firing.
Boom! The flames enveloped the remaining soldier holding the Type 96 light machine gun, blasting him out of the position. The machine gun suddenly went silent.
"You little devil! I'll fuck your grandma!" Luo Dayong saw another machine gun being blown away. He held the Czech machine gun in his hand and fired a bunch of bullets at the little devil. The screams of the devil could be heard in the darkness.
The 61st Division deployed on the river bank was engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the Japanese. There was a din in the dark night, bullets were flying randomly in the air, and countless lives were dying rapidly every moment. On such an accumulated battlefield, human lives were lost.
Like grass and grass, worthless.
The Japanese soldiers' first wave of attacks was suppressed by the defenders' resolute counterattack. They did not give up. Grenades and Type 92 infantry artillery began to bombard the defenders' positions one after another. The earth and rocks shattered and flew, and the defenders' position collapsed.
Amidst the sea of fire and gunpowder smoke, casualties were rising rapidly.
A 70mm high-explosive bomb fell not far to the left of Yang Ling. Before the two remaining soldiers who pulled the gun had time to react, their bodies were cut to pieces by the flying fragments and fell into the mud.
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Before the sound of artillery stopped, the Japanese soldiers were already rushing toward the position in a skirmish line with their 38-gauge rifles with bayonets attached. The positions of the 1st and 2nd companies on the left and right flanks of the supplementary company were also in danger, and the machine guns were all blocked.
The grenade barrel was knocked off, leaving only the sound of a rifle blasting like exploding beans.
"Grenade ready!" Seeing that the Japanese soldiers were approaching a hundred meters away, Yang Ling put down the gun, picked up a grenade and unscrewed the bottom cover.
The dry grass around the position was crackling and burning, and the fire illuminated the position. Facing the precise shooting of the Japanese, whoever came forward would die. The remaining soldier lying next to Yang Ling had his head blown off by the Japanese, so now Yang Ling was preparing to use a grenade
Greet the devil.
Boom! The cluster grenade Yang Ling placed in front of the position took effect, blowing up more than a dozen Japanese soldiers into the sky. Shredded pieces of cloth and body parts were flying all over the sky.
"Happy!" The company commander Xiong Dawu was attracted by the huge explosion. He looked at the front of the supplementary company's position and saw the explosion flames. The little devil cried for his father and mother after being blown up, and punched the soil with excitement.
inside.
"Kill Gaigai!" the Japanese officer waved his command knife with a ferocious expression. The remaining Japanese lying on the ground got up again and rushed towards the supplementary company's position. On the defense line of the 61st Division, many companies had already begun to fight hand-to-hand with the Japanese.
"Grenade, throw it out!" Yang Ling shouted as he threw the grenade in his hand out of the trench and threw it at the feet of the Japanese soldiers.