The night was dark and starry, and the sound of artillery in the distance had not stopped. The Chinese and Japanese armies were still fighting fiercely. The sound of artillery came from the north, probably from Luodian, Yang Ling guessed.
The flashes of explosions flashed fiercely from time to time, like thunderstorms and lightning in summer, illuminating the dark earth so brightly that one could see the shadows of the Japs on the positions in the distance. However, the flashes fell silent after a second or two, and the earth returned to normal. dark.
The soil soaked by heavy rain was soft and muddy, and the crater was filled with stagnant water. Yang Ling was lying on the wet ground, his chest wet and covered with mud. His body temperature was dropping, and he felt a little cold.
Yang Ling looked at the position ahead through the flash of explosions in the distance. Except for the occasional sight of a few Japanese soldiers, it was quiet.
The Japanese had been fighting fiercely for a day to seize their position. Even if they were made of iron, they would still be tired. They should be resting. They would not have thought that the Chinese troops who had captured their position would come back at night.
The entire Songhu battlefield was like a huge meat grinder, filling every life into it, and finally turned into a cold corpse.
At first, the Chairman of the Generalissimo expected Britain and the United States and other countries to mediate and intervene. After all, the Yangtze River Basin was their inherent interest area and the Japanese were not allowed to interfere. However, since the war started, both sides have filled in more and more troops. The original political purpose has evolved into A bad battle broke out, leaving the Chairman in a dilemma.
In the dark night, the fifteen members of the death squad were like big crawling insects on the ground, lying on the wet ground and groping towards the Japanese defense line not far away.
Lao Yanqiang felt that his whole body was cold and numb, and he became tired after crawling for a while. He stopped and rubbed his sore elbow, panting slightly.
He wanted to grab the box of cigarettes from the Japanese in his pocket and light them to cheer up, but when he touched the soft cigarettes soaked in water, he couldn't help cursing in his heart, damn the heavy rain, damn it. The devil.
Through the flash of the explosion in the distance, Lao Yanqiang saw Luo Dayong crawling in front of him. At this moment, this kid was cautiously like a wretched mouse, slowly moving in the mud, for fear of making any noise.
Looking at Luo Dayong's raised butt, Lao Yanqiang wanted to go up and kick him. If Luo Dayong hadn't encouraged him, how could he have come to do such a desperate business? Lao Yanqiang never did business at a loss. Sell it, I'm afraid I'll have to go in with my life this time.
The more Lao Yanqiang thought about it, the more he felt that he was at a loss. He should not have given the battalion commander five yuan to keep Yang Ling in his company. He thought that Yang Ling could lead them to a way out, but he did not expect that Yang Ling would eventually be killed. He was led to death.
The old smoker sighed slightly, just die. Anyway, I am a bachelor and have nothing to worry about. It doesn't matter if I die, I don't have to worry about being punished every day, I don't have to worry about whether I have a good meal or not, and I don't have to worry about when the Japanese will come. The bomb fell on his head.
Now he even envies Luo Dayong, a fool who looks tall and thick, but has a single-minded brain. He is simple-minded and has few ideas. He doesn't have to worry about life and death like himself.
"Old Smoker, what's wrong? Don't you dare to crawl forward?" Xiong Dawu held a rifle in his hand and climbed up to Old Smoker from behind. He looked at the stunned Old Smoker and spoke in a low voice.
"Go, go, go, no matter which pot you don't open, I won't be afraid."
Lao Yanqiang was too lazy to pay attention to Xiong Dawu's contemptuous eyes. He took a deep breath, grabbed the grenade, and continued to crawl forward along the mud.
Seeing Lao Yanqiang ignoring him, Xiong Dawu curled his lips. He was not afraid of his trembling legs. He had good marksmanship and was left behind. If the enemy's machine gun point was discovered at that time, he would be responsible for knocking out the enemy's machine gun.
In addition to him, there was Luo Ziqiang from the supplementary company. Xiong Dawu looked sideways. Luo Ziqiang, who was as cold as a piece of wood, was lying in a bomb crater. The water had already reached his waist. He was holding a gun.
Aiming ahead with concentration.
Damn, I really thought I was that monster Yang Ling, just pretending. Xiong Dawu kept shaking his head, raised his gun forward, put it on a ridge, and stopped moving forward. He didn't believe that he was better than Yang Ling.
But Yang Ling will still lose to this Luo Ziqiang.
The rest of the death squad members also crawled and slowly moved their bodies towards the Japanese defense line, trying to get as close as possible to the Japanese defense line.
They are death squads. Their main purpose is to tear apart the Japanese defense line and open a passage for the following troops. As long as they rush in, it will be hand-to-hand combat. It is pitch black and the heavy firepower of the Japanese will not be effective.
The success or failure of the death squads is related to the success of the counterattack position. If they fail, when the enemy reacts and the light and heavy firepower is unleashed, no one will be able to break through the enemy's fire network, which will only increase casualties in vain.
Yang Ling crawled to a stop behind a ridge about a hundred meters away from the Japanese defense line. From here to rushing to the Japanese position, it only took tens of seconds. It was already within reach. If he moved forward any further, he would be easily discovered by the Japanese.
, easily exposed.
Seeing that Yang Ling in front was not moving, the death squad soldiers following him also found their own places to sleep. They were all veterans who had fought many battles, so they naturally knew what to do without being told.
Luo Dayong mounted his machine gun on a corpse and pointed the muzzle at the Japanese position in front. As long as the Japanese dared to show their heads, he guaranteed to kill them all.
In order to ensure the firepower of the death squads, the leader Li Zhongke spent a lot of money, not only giving dozens of hand grenades, but also a lot of machine gun magazines, enough for two machine guns.
The death squads lay quietly one hundred to two hundred meters in front of the Japanese position. This distance was already their limit. Here they could hear the whispers coming from the position.
Damn, it smells so good. Luo Dayong shrugged his nose. He smelled the aroma of stewed meat in the air and swallowed his saliva. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time. The smell of meat aroused the greed in his stomach.
.
Luo Dayong was smelling the meat and wanted to eat it, but Yang Ling was not idle. His eyes were observing the Japanese defense through the occasional flash of light in the sky.
Just by observing with the naked eye, he discovered at least six light machine guns and two 92 trial heavy machine guns placed on the defense line. If a battle started, they must be knocked out first, otherwise it would cause heavy casualties to the charging troops.
Fortunately, the regiment leader Li Zhong equipped them with dozens of grenades before leaving. Yang Ling estimated that it would not be difficult to kill the enemy's vitality points.
Time passed by, and the regiment leader Li Zhong, who was standing in the depression, seemed a little anxious. He didn't know whether the death squads had arrived at the attack position. If the death squads could not open a passage, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties if they charged.
Li Zhong reached out and took out the pocket watch from his pocket. With a click, the watch cover popped up to reveal the hands that moved regularly inside. With the flash of light, he could see clearly that it was still a quarter to nine o'clock.
Unable to wait any longer, Li Zhong closed his pocket watch and put it back into his pocket, pulled the bolt with a clatter, and greeted the counterattack soldiers nestled in the depression: "Action!"
More than 300 figures stood up from the depression with guns in hand, slouching towards the Japanese position not far away. The sound of dense footsteps sounded, mixed with the clang of impact and the groan of someone slipping to the ground.