The shells shook the soil above the Tibetan Soldier Cave, and the remaining six men of the supplementary company became disgraced. They were crowded next to each other in the small cave. Luo Dayong gasped for air, praying that this damn shelling would end soon.
He was almost so crowded that he couldn't breathe.
Fatty Tian San felt the excruciating pain coming from his buttocks, cursing that the little devil must die a good death, he couldn't poke anywhere, he had to stab his own butt with a bayonet, damn little devil.
The enemy's artillery shells fell on the position, blowing up the corpses that had no time to clean up. The whole position looked like it had been plowed, and was a mess.
Every time a shell fell and exploded, the hearts of the remaining soldiers trembled, and their ears roared, like the buzzing of thousands of mosquitoes.
As if centuries had passed, the Japanese cannons finally stopped roaring. Guessing that the Japanese infantry was about to come up, Yang Ling stuck his head out and got out of the hiding hole.
The trenches they had dug with so much effort were completely scrapped, and were scorched black by the Japanese artillery. Most of the places had collapsed, and the dead were buried under the fluffy soil, with their half-exploded bodies exposed. It was too horrible to look at.
The Japs' tactics were extremely simple: shelling, infantry charge, bombardment again, infantry charge again, and every time the bombardment stopped, the Japs' infantry would swarm forward.
Lao Yanqiang and others also got out of the hole of the remaining soldiers, and frowned as they looked at the messy position. There were no trenches, so how could we defend it?
"Come on, let's all run for our lives. We can't hold on." Luo Dayong held his deformed machine gun in his hand and said dejected words.
"You idiot, if you don't want to be killed by the supervising team, just run away." Lao Yanqiang raised his foot and kicked Luo Dayong staggering, almost falling into the muddy water.
Luo Dayong said with an aggrieved face: "But there are not enough of us to hold the enemy in our teeth, so this is not the way to seek death."
Why did the old smoker not want to escape? Everyone wants to live. He has been fighting in the army for more than ten years. The reason why he can survive in the rain of bullets and become a deserter is not once or twice, but now he knows
They couldn't escape, not because he was very patriotic, but his main concern was that once he became a deserter, he would not be able to hold his head high for the rest of his life.
If someone dies on the battlefield, he might still become a martyr, and his family can still receive a death pension. If he becomes a deserter and is shot by the war team, not only will he lose his shit, but his family will also be stabbed in the spine for the rest of his life. He feels that being a deserter
This thing is not worth it.
Yang Ling ignored the noise of the remaining soldiers and strode towards the first company's position with the Hanyang rifle in his hand. They added that there were only six people left in the company. It would be impossible to hold the position unless the sun came out in the west.
But now that the order to retreat has not been issued, they have to die on the battlefield no matter what, so Yang Ling decided to give it a try, maybe he could kill a few more Japanese and find a way out.
The first company is the main company of the third battalion. Both in terms of strength and weapons and equipment, it is countless times stronger than the shabby supplementary company. However, they have also suffered heavy losses since the fierce battle last night. Only thirty people are left alive.
There were many people, and most of the rest became corpses lying on the ground.
Xiong Dawu's head was hit with a big gash by the shell's blast. Red blood flowed all over his face. Mixed with the smoke and dust on his face, it was sticky and made him look particularly embarrassed.
"Stop wasting your time and check the ammunition quickly. The Japs are coming up again." Xiong Dawu lay on the ground, took out bullets from his pocket and pressed them into the barrel one by one, while loudly reminding his brothers.
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As the battle continues, more and more people have died. Xiong Dawu doesn't know if he can walk down the battlefield alive and complete his task mechanically. He has already killed three little Japs. That's enough. He can kill more.
It was all earned, he comforted himself.
The cool wind mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood blew away the gunpowder smoke above the position, and Yang Ling's figure came into Xiong Dawu's eyes.
Damn it, what is this monster doing here? Seeing Yang Ling striding towards their position, Xiong Dawu muttered in his heart.
Yang Ling defeated Xiong Dawu in the written test of marksmanship and was taken away with thirty grenades. Xiong Dawu has always been worried about this matter.
"Hey, isn't this the sharpshooter, Lieutenant Yang, why do you want to compete with me again?" Seeing Yang Ling approaching, Xiong Dawu patted the dirt on his body, stood up and spoke in a strange tone.
Yang Ling knew very well that he had lost face by defeating Xiong Dawu in the marksmanship competition. He must have some opinions about him, but now that the enemy was facing him, he had no time to talk to Xiong Dawu about such useless things.
"I'm not here to compete with you in shooting skills today."
Xiong Dawu tilted his head and looked at Yang Ling, and murmured in his heart, "If you don't have better marksmanship, why are you running to our position? Seeing that the Japanese are about to come up, are you asking for help from us?"
Xiong Dawu looked towards the supplementary company's position, and sure enough, there were only five people standing alone on the position, staring blankly at this side. Wow, it was really miserable.
"Then I wonder what happened to Deputy Yang?"
Yang Ling said bluntly: "The Japanese are coming soon, and I would like to discuss with Company Commander Xiong the issue of our two companies' assistance in defense."
Xiong Dawu cursed in his heart, "How many of you are left? I still have more than thirty people. Why don't you help me with your defense? You are clearly trying to trick me."
"Let's each defend our own position. There's no need to help with defense." Xiong Dawu waved his hand and directly rejected Yang Ling's proposal. They only had more than thirty people left, and it was difficult to defend the position. If they went to help replenish the company,
The position is certain to be lost.
Xiong Dawu's refusal was unexpected by Yang Ling. He said calmly: "Captain Xiong, you see our two companies are close to each other. If our companies cannot hold their positions, the Japanese will attack you from the side. What do you think?"
Will you be able to hold on?"
As soon as Xiong Dawu heard this, his face suddenly turned ugly. If the supplementary company's position was really going to be lost, they would be attacked from two sides. With the more than 30 remnant soldiers left, they really couldn't hold it.
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Looking at Yang Ling's expressionless face, Xiong Dawu was entangled in his heart at the moment. Should he agree and supplement the company's defense? But no matter how he thought about it, he would always be at a disadvantage.
"Then what do you mean by this method of assisting defense? I only have these thirty brothers left. If you want us to help you defend your position, there is no way."
Seeing Xiong Dawu relent, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with joy, he raised his finger and pointed at the front of the position and said: "Instead of passively defending, we should take the initiative..."
Crazy, crazy, he couldn't hold the position, but he took the initiative to attack. Xiong Dawu looked at Yang Ling and even wondered if he had burned out his brain.