Chapter five hundred and seventy-ninth round battle (eleven)
All the fronts in the area near the Mahuiling Basin were in a state of chaos, and the Japanese launched day and night attacks on the defending troops as if they had been given blood.
The low hills turned into bare scorched earth, and the paddy fields full of crops were blasted into countless shocking huge craters. The blood in the low-lying areas was dark red, reflecting the orange-red flames of the explosion in the distance, just like purgatory.
Although the infantry divisions of the Chinese *** Corps guarding the front of Mahuiling were under tremendous pressure and their casualties increased sharply, they still gritted their teeth and fought with the Japanese on the position.
The fighting between the two sides lasted from day to night, and close hand-to-hand combat occurred almost every hour or two.
Every time the Japanese invaded the Chinese defense line aggressively, they were repulsed by the counterattacking troops before they could gain a foothold, leaving corpses everywhere.
The battlefield had become dark, and the brothers lying in the trenches could not tell whether it was because the smoke covering the sky was too thick and blocked the light or because it was already dark.
But it is no longer important to them. As long as they have not received the order to change and rest, they have to stick to the forward position and fight repeatedly with the Japanese who are rushing up until the troops who change defense come up or they themselves
Fall down.
"Peng! Peng! Peng!"
The Japanese mortars began to bombard again, and the sharp and piercing roar penetrated the black sky and fell on the position. The rumbling explosions were like lightning in the dark night, reflecting the pale corpses stacked around them.
The combat troops in the front trenches were wholeheartedly fighting the Japanese. The people in the nearby areas had already moved away. The corpses left on the battlefield had no time to clean and bury them, and they had been piled up into hills.
From time to time, artillery shells fell into the pile of corpses, exploding flesh, blood, and bones, revealing scorched earth soaked in blood. However, it would not take long before the blasted areas would be covered again by corpses.
The positions guarded by Yang Ling and his regiment were on the flanks of the entire defense line. The Japs were attacking from the front. The gunfire from the front would become fierce every once in a while. The two sides were always fighting with high intensity. The positions on the flanks reflected the frequency and intensity of the Japs' attacks.
Neither is high.
The main battalions in the regiment were split up according to Yang Ling's orders, and sent to the forward positions in batches to take turns fighting the Japanese in order to temper the new recruits.
Except for the first batch of recruits who went to the front line and were rushed into the position by the Japanese because they had no combat experience, as time went by, the Japanese could not even get close to the position before being suppressed.
When the troops came up in the morning, many recruits looked pale and couldn't help but vomit when they saw the fragmented bodies that had been bombed.
But now, the recruits, who had been scorched black by the flames of war, were able to lie in the pile of bloody corpses and gnaw on the cereals brought by the cooking soldiers, without paying any attention to the corpses.
The flames of war and death have caused the new recruits to grow rapidly. Both in terms of tactical movements and thoughts, they are becoming more and more similar to those veterans who have fought bloody battles for the rest of their lives. However, the enemy has been fighting harder and harder, showing signs of fatigue.
Although the Japanese did not launch another strong attack because the sky was getting dark, sporadic harassments continued, but Major and Battalion Commander Liu Yidao did not dare to relax at all.
He led several guards to patrol the trenches at the front, and from time to time he had to lie down to avoid cold shots from the Japanese.
"Keep your eyes open, don't let the devils sneak up on you."
Liu Yidao and the others had the experience of sneak attacks on the Japanese, so naturally they did not want to be attacked by the Japanese. Whenever they passed the guard post, they would pat them on the shoulders and give them instructions.
"Battal Commander, don't worry. The company commander has ordered us to set up a security guard in the trenches. If the Japanese come over, we will know from a distance."
The alert sentry lay down at his observation post, pointed to a place a hundred meters away, and said with some pride.
Battalion Commander Liu Yidao looked around and saw that outside the trenches, there were many empty Japanese lunch boxes and some broken earthen jars that had been captured, and even bells hung with wires, all of which would ring when moved.
If the Japanese came over for a sneak attack, they would definitely alert the brothers in the trenches when they bumped into these things.
"You did a good job, tell other troops later and ask them to get some too." Liu Yidao did not hesitate to praise him, and the guard sentry happily agreed.
Fighting fiercely with the Japanese under harsh conditions, the Chinese officers and soldiers were no longer as overwhelmed as they were on the battlefield in Shanghai.
Most of the surviving officers and soldiers have experienced the baptism of war and grown up. They have learned how to protect themselves on the battlefield and kill their enemies at the same time.
Liu Yidao was hunched over in the dark trench, inspecting various positions. In the light of explosions in the distance, he saw a dozen people walking towards him, and he immediately became vigilant.
The sky had completely darkened, and the entire battlefield was still shrouded in gunpowder smoke. It was dark and the sight was greatly obstructed. Liu Yidao mistakenly thought that the Japanese had entered the position and hurriedly reached for his gun.
"Team seat." The excited voice coming from the front made Liu Yidao put down the gun in his hand again.
Yang Ling and the others patted the brother who was guarding the shooting position and said a few words of encouragement, and then walked over.
Liu Yidao was moved when he saw that Yang Ling, who had been promoted to the commander of a regiment, personally carried a long spear and patrolled the forward position, and hurried forward to meet him.
"Commander, why are you here? Come down quickly. The Japanese on the frontier are making cold shots from time to time, which is very dangerous."
Yang Ling's identity is no longer the same as before. As the commander of a regiment, he cannot afford any mistakes in his defense line.
Moreover, Liu Yidao didn't want Yang Ling, a respected officer, to make any mistakes, so he tried to persuade Yang Ling to return to a safe place in the rear.
Seeing the concerned eyes of his old brother, Yang Ling felt warm in his heart.
He said nonchalantly: "You can live in this dangerous place and fight the Japanese. Why can't I come? We were not afraid when we charged together in the hail of bullets. Are we still afraid of this cold-blooded attack? I just came here to see
Look at the brothers, we’ll be down in a minute.”
Liu Yidao was moved when he saw that Yang Ling had been promoted to regiment leader and still missed these brothers in his heart.
However, it was really dangerous in the trenches. He pulled Yang Ling into a dark bunker, looked for the ammunition box and sat down.
It wasn't that Yang Ling didn't stick to his post and went to the front line to take risks without authorization, but on such a complicated battlefield, and most of the troops were new recruits, he really couldn't rest assured and needed the presence of his commander to stabilize the morale of the army.
Besides, in important battlefields everywhere, the generals would personally lead the charge with their guns in hand. What does it mean for him, a small regiment leader, to patrol the frontier?
Although he only came up for a walk, letting the brothers standing in the trenches see him could at least stabilize the morale of the troops.
He has come step by step from a grassroots soldier to what he is today. He knows how inspiring the brothers are to have a commander appear in the frontline trenches during a tough and fierce battle. Even if he does nothing, the brothers will be happy. The commander and them
Always fighting side by side.
"Tuanzuo, has there been any change in the enemy situation?"
Liu Yidao was an old brother who had followed Yang Ling for a long time, although he knew that Yang Ling often led the charge to boost morale.
But now that it's dark and coming up, it's definitely not as simple as just patrolling the position and visiting the brothers.
Yang Ling looked at Liu Yidao, who looked serious, and shook his head with a smile: "I really can't hide anything from you."
Liu Yidao also scratched his head in embarrassment. Most of their front-line commanders had been trained under Yang Ling in the flames of war. Not only were they rich in combat experience, but they were also very good at observing words and expressions.
Yang Ling put away his smile and turned serious: "I just came back from the brigade headquarters. Ruiwu Road is in a tight situation. As it was getting dark, Commander Xue ordered three divisions to be transferred from our side for reinforcements. They have already set off secretly.
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Hearing that three divisions were taken away at once, Liu Yidao's expression became serious, which meant that they would be under greater pressure.