The Japanese Major's expression was gloomy and frightening. In the field of vision of the telescope, the Chinese garrison position opposite was completely silent. Except for the corpses scattered on the ground, there was no living person moving.
Last night, the Chinese army took advantage of the darkness to launch a counterattack. Their brigade lost more than two hundred soldiers and the positions they captured during the day. The Japanese Major's heart bleeds when he thinks of this.
Those were more than two hundred elite Imperial Japanese soldiers, and they died in vain in a sneak attack in the dark. This was a shame to their brigade!
Several Japanese captains and lieutenants stood behind the major without saying a word. They knew how anxious their captain was at this moment, because they were also anxious inside.
Their Ninth Division has been blocked in this small Yunzaobang for three days, losing thousands of soldiers and making no progress. This is a slap in the face for them who pride themselves on being elite.
However, the Chinese garrison position opposite had been bombarded by planes and heavy artillery regiments, and the ground was covered with scorched earth. However, the Chinese were like weaklings who could not be killed, still resisting tenaciously.
Some of them still remember the hand-to-hand fighting last night. Those Chinese soldiers who were on the verge of death would pounce on them and bite them with their teeth and hit them with their fists even if they still had a breath left.
That crazy state made them feel chills down their backs. If all the Chinese defenders were so crazy, they don't know how many Imperial Japanese troops would be lost.
"Akino-san, attack."
The major finally put down the telescope in his hand and turned to give instructions to one of the dark-skinned lieutenants.
The lieutenant bowed his head heavily: "Ha Yi!"
When the Japanese Lieutenant raised his head again, a look of ferocity flashed through his narrow, cold eyes. He raised his hand and waved it heavily forward. The Japanese half-crouched on the ground immediately moved toward him from hiding like hungry wolves.
The Chinese position on the opposite side rushed out.
Under the leadership of the swarthy lieutenant, a squadron of nearly two hundred Japanese soldiers lined up in a skirmish line, taking turns to cover and approach the dead position.
In the trenches on the position shrouded in mist, more than a dozen wounded soldiers who survived last night were leaning against the damp trench walls, looking at Yang Ling.
Yang Ling's eyes passed over the dozens of injured soldiers with scars, and he felt a little heavy.
They had more than 300 people last night, but now only these ten or so remnants are left. The war is like a huge furnace, with countless living lives filling it in, and then no dregs are left.
The leader of the regiment, Li Zhong, was killed in the hand-to-hand battle last night. His body was stabbed with several bloody holes by the Japanese. He had eyes wide open on his angry face, and he refused to close his eyes until death.
With Li Zhong's death in battle, the promotion promise that Li Zhong had promised to the suicide squad members also came to naught, which made Lao Ciangqian depressed for a while and always felt blocked in his heart.
After being silent for a long time, Yang Ling looked at the remnant soldiers and said, "The battle will be life or death. If you are afraid of death and leave the position now, I, Yang Ling, will never stop you."
Yang Ling could predict that the Japs' revenge would be crazy and cruel. Although he did not think about fighting the Japs to death, whether he could survive was still unknown, so he did not force others to die with him.
"Lieutenant Yang, I have never thought about going back alive. Even if I die, I have to drag two little Japanese people on my back. I won't leave!" A bloodstained remnant soldier raised his neck, his eyes full of determination.
"Little Japan killed my brother, I want to avenge him!"
"I have already had enough life, I don't mind staying and playing with the little devil."
"Lieutenant Yang, there are no cowards in our 61st Division, just tell us how to fight! Even if I fight with little Japan on the bayonet, I will risk my life!"
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Although the remaining soldiers were exhausted, the continuous fighting had made them red-eyed, and they were unwilling to leave their positions.
"Company...Company Lieutenant, are you really not going to stop me from leaving?" Li Mazi said timidly while holding his rifle.
Lao Yanqiang turned around and saw the cowering Li Mazi, his face darkened: "Li Mazi, do you want to be a deserter?!"
The rest of the remaining soldiers glared at Li Mazi, and all of them decided to live and die with the position and avenge their dead brothers.
But this man with a pockmarked face wanted to run away and become a deserter. They were despised and angry at the same time. Such a scumbag was simply an embarrassment to their 61st Division! They couldn't tolerate it.
Facing Lao Yanqiang's gloomy face and the glares of the remnant soldiers, Li Mazi tightly grasped his gun vigilantly and moved back, his face full of fear.
"If you want to leave, I won't stop you." Yang Ling spoke. Even animals struggled to survive, let alone humans.
Li Mazi didn't believe that Yang Ling would really let him go. He raised his head and asked hesitantly: "You...do you mean what you say?"
Before Yang Ling could answer, Lao Yanqiang rolled up his sleeves angrily and rushed forward, kicking Li Mazi into the muddy water.
"Li Mazi! You fucking want to be a deserter! You're impatient, aren't you! Ah!"
Lao Yanqiang cursed while punching and kicking Li Mazi. Lao Yanqiang felt as if a powder keg had been lit at this moment, and all the anger in his heart was vented.
"You kid, you have forgotten who carried you out from the dead! Luo Dayong's bones are still cold. You don't want to take revenge, but you want to be a deserter! Are you worthy of the dead Luo Dayong!"
"How many people have died in our company! Tell me, more than a hundred people, all dead, but not one of them was a coward or a deserter. They all died in an upright manner on the battlefield, on the way to the charge!"
Lao Yanqiang cursed and kicked, and tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably. Li Mazi rolled in the muddy water, wailed, and curled up on the ground.
More than a dozen remnant soldiers looked at them in shock, feeling uncomfortable in their hearts. Their division had been almost wiped out after the battle. They were all ordinary people, and they were all afraid of death, but they had to hold on to this position, not for the sake of living.
People, those who die just for the sake of death cannot die in vain.
"That's enough!" Yang Ling shouted coldly, pulling the angry Lao Yanqiang away, and Lao Yanqiang rolled heavily into the muddy water. Looking at Li Mazi, who was curled up on the ground and wailing, he was so angry that he couldn't argue with it.
He was so angry that he was afraid of death. In his eyes, there should be no deserters in their company. This would be a disgrace to him and the dignity of the 61st Division!
Yang Ling knelt down and pulled the huddled Li Mazi up from the muddy water, wiped away the muddy tears on his face, looked at the young face, and sighed helplessly in his heart.
"Li Mazi, I can allow you to leave, but can you also do me a favor?"
Li Mazi was in a miserable state, covered in mud. He looked at Yang Ling's serious face and nodded.
"You will definitely be shot as a deserter if you run back like this. From now on, you will be our communications soldier. When you go back, don't forget to tell the troops behind you that our 361st Regiment is still holding on and ask them to come for reinforcements. Then you
Just go back to your hometown and live in peace."
After Yang Ling finished speaking, he patted Li Mazi on the shoulder: "Let's go, the Japanese are coming. If we don't go, we won't be able to leave."
Li Mazi stood up from the muddy water, glanced fearfully at the old smoker who was sulking over there, saluted Yang Ling with a non-standard military salute, and ran away without looking back.