The battlefield on the right bank of Zozaobang was full of fighting figures. The Chinese defenders and the Japanese soldiers who invaded the position started a brutal hand-to-hand battle. The two sides roared, rolled and struggled in the mud, and the Chinese soldiers smashed them with their fists.
He bit it with his teeth, and even though his body was covered with scars, he still refused to retreat.
"Come on!" Li Zhong, the commander of the 361st Regiment, led the regiment's staff and guards and rushed forward to join the melee, making the battlefield even more noisy.
The Chinese defenders fought tenaciously, but the Japanese soldiers were also frighteningly fierce. One man dared to charge at four or five Chinese soldiers, and even if he still had breath left, he still struggled to kill the enemy.
Hand-to-hand combat was cruel and tragic, and it was also short-lived. In just one encounter, white knives went in and red knives came out, life and death were decided. The Chinese defenders could not match the Japanese soldiers in terms of physical strength or stabbing skills, and the casualties increased sharply.
Although the soldiers of the Chinese garrison are at a disadvantage everywhere, they are like wounded beasts with amazing momentum. Facing the Japanese soldiers who are rushing up, they will fight for every inch of ground! They will not give in! They use their own flesh and blood to fight for the ownership of the position.
right.
The hand-to-hand combat between the two sides only lasted less than ten minutes. Facing the stubborn resistance of the Chinese defenders, the Japanese soldiers finally couldn't hold on anymore and retreated as quickly as they came, leaving more than a hundred corpses behind.
The red-eyed Chinese soldiers saw the Japanese retreating and followed them with another round of slashing and killing. It wasn't until the Japanese were far away that they collapsed and collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
Fatty Tian San felt the severe pain coming from his buttocks. He reached out and touched his hands full of sticky blood. He lay in the mud with his eyes closed and groaned in pain: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
Lao Yanqiang lay on the ground panting like an ox, pinching his arm hard, feeling the excruciating pain, he grinned and laughed, his face full of wrinkles and dirt was distorted, he was happy that he was not dead, he
Survived.
Many of the remnants of the Supplementary Company No. 33 died before dawn and became corpses in the trenches. Although the remaining people survived until dawn, they could no longer wait until the sun set. This is a disaster. No one knows tomorrow.
The unexpected one comes first.
Yang Ling was lying on the corpse of the Japanese. The continuous fighting had made him feel exhausted and he could not even stand up. There were more than ten Japanese corpses lying around him, forming a semicircle, surrounding him.
Yang Ling was guarding the center, but Yang Ling survived and they died.
"I'll crush you to death! I'll crush you to death!" Luo Dayong was holding a stone he picked up from somewhere in his hand, riding on the body of a little devil, and kept hitting the devil's head.
The devil's head was already bloody and bloody, and the splattered blood made Luo Dayong's face turn red. He seemed to be possessed by a demon. He hit the bloody corpse with rocks, trying to smash it to pieces and vent the suppressed anger in his heart.
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Li Zhong, leader of the 361st Regiment, limped to Yang Ling's side while leaning on a gun. Looking at Yang Ling with his eyes open as he lay among the corpses of the Japanese, he gave Yang Ling a thumbs up and praised him: "Little brother,
What a good man, which company are you from?"
Li Zhong saw with his own eyes that Yang Ling defeated at least six Japs with his own hands, and he admired Yang Ling's skills very much.
Yang Ling looked at the blood-stained officer standing next to him, and knew his identity through the identity tag on his chest. Captain Li Zhong fought to the death on the Songhu battlefield and was eventually killed.
He immediately stood up and saluted Li Zhong with a standard military salute: "Yang Ling, deputy commander of the supplementary company of the third battalion of the humble third battalion, has seen the regimental seat!"
Seeing Yang Ling's straight body and the standard military salute, Li Zhong raised his hand and returned the military salute, and said with satisfaction: "Deputy Company Commander Yang, right? Your company fought well. I hope your company will continue to carry forward the courage to fight and fight hard."
With the spirit of fighting against little Japan, hold on to your position, and when this battle is over I will give you continuous credit."
Hearing the request for credit, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with sadness. He didn't know if they would survive until the day of requesting credit, but he still expressed his gratitude politely: "On behalf of the supplementary company, I would like to thank everyone."
Li Zhong nodded with satisfaction to Yang Ling and said: "Little Japan has been defeated by us, and it will definitely be bombarded with artillery again. Please hurry up and inform those who are still alive to pay attention to artillery."
After Li Zhong finished speaking, he limped towards the regiment headquarters leaning on his broken gun. He was about to ask the brigade commander for help. Looking at Li Zhong's figure in the smoke, Yang Ling sighed, not knowing what to do next.
Can I still see this leader alive?
However, thinking of the impending Japanese bombardment, Yang Ling retracted his thoughts. Now that he was a mud Buddha crossing the river, he could not save himself, so he had better survive first.
"The Japanese are about to launch artillery fire. Hurry up and hide in the trenches behind you." Yang Ling immediately took action, climbing over the pits and pits, looking for survivors among the piles of corpses, and telling them to hide behind them.
After hearing Yang Ling's shouting, the soldiers from the supplementary company who were still alive among the dead stood up staggeringly, supporting their exhausted bodies, and walked towards the trench behind to prepare for artillery defense.
Yang Ling looked around and saw that after only ten minutes of hand-to-hand combat, there were only a few figures left in the dozen or so people they had added to the company. The rest were lying motionless on the ground, making no sound anymore.
Fatty Tian San was still lying on the ground, groaning and muttering: "I'm dead, I'm dead."
When Lao Yanqiang passed by the fat man, he kicked him: "Fat man, if you still lie still, wait until you are blasted into pieces by the little devil's cannon."
Lao Yanqiang's kick immediately woke up the fat man from his sleep. He opened his eyes and saw Lao Yanqiang staggering towards the back. The position was full of people who were stalemate.
The corpses were all together. The Japanese had disappeared. I am still alive?
"Fat man, the Japs are about to bombard you. Don't be stunned. Get up quickly." Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled up the fat man who was sitting stunned in the quagmire. At this move, the fat man suddenly howled like a slaughtered pig.
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Seeing the fat man's exaggerated pain, Yang Ling hurriedly squatted down to check the fat man's injuries: "Where is the injury?"
"Butt, butt." The fat man pointed at his butt and cried out in pain.
Yang Ling turned around and saw that the fat man's butt had a big gash in his trousers, and a three- to four-centimeter-long bloody gash had been stabbed on the fat man's butt. Although the wound looked hideous, the fat man's buttocks were full of flesh, so he just needed to stop the bleeding.
What's the big deal.
"Company officer, can I survive?" The fat man asked Yang Ling with a face full of despair. Thinking of death, the fat man suddenly felt extremely desperate. He grabbed Yang Ling's arm and prayed: "Company officer, you must save me. I don't want to."
Die."
Seeing the fat man's runny nose and tears, Yang Ling said angrily: "It's just a little skin injury, but he won't die."
"You really won't die?"
"Can't die."
"Hahaha, I don't have to die, I don't have to die, oh, it hurts..." The proud fat man just wanted to jump up, when he pulled the wound on his buttocks and burst, and blood seeped out again.
Yang Ling shook his head when he saw it, stepped forward to help the fat man and ran towards the trench behind him.
The Japanese artillery shells arrived as promised, blowing the corpses on the position into pieces. The remaining members of the supplementary company hid in the cave where they were hiding, waiting silently for the bombing to end. Most of the cave entrance had been collapsed by the artillery shells.
It was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the old smoker coughed violently.
Although Yang Ling tried hard to save the lives of the remnants of the supplementary company, the war would not show any mercy. After only a few hours of fighting, there were only six lonely figures of No. 33 of the supplementary company left in the crowd.
In the muddy cave where soldiers hide, they are waiting for their next death.