Liu Yidao danced his sword with great force, slashing horizontally and vertically with great force, and his remaining limbs flew around with blood.
The sword skills of the Northwest Army caused brilliant rains of blood in such a dark night. Their fierce sword team slashed forward, and those fierce Japanese were killed in pieces.
Behind these brothers with broadswords were brothers with bayonets sticking out. The bayonets glowing with cold light kept thrusting into the body that was still twitching on the ground, bringing out sticky blood.
"Brothers! Kill!
"Second Battalion Commander Chen Ming was already covered in blood. When he saw Liu Yidao and others coming up for reinforcements, he became energetic.
The Japs were well-trained and fierce, but after all, they could not beat four hands with two fists. Facing the Chinese officers and soldiers who were constantly coming in the dark, they had just stabbed one person, and they were immediately knocked to the ground by a sword that came from unknown sources.
The trenches were so criss-crossed that the trenches were already filled with corpses, and many trenches were even filled. The Japanese were surrounded by nearly a thousand brothers and chopped down, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and people kept falling in a pool of blood.
The little devils behind were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. They kept rushing forward, trying to support their comrades who were in danger.
But how could Yang Ling let them get what they wanted? The blocking fire of dozens of light and heavy machine guns and a tight fire network blocked them from the position.
The Japanese also brought in mortars and fired back with light and heavy machine guns. Flames were spitting from the muzzles, and dense bullets flew towards Yangling's machine gun position.
However, Yang Ling and the others did not show any weakness. The two sides started to shoot at each other. The Min-24 machine gun roared dullly. From time to time, brothers would water the red gun body, causing white mist to rise up. The ammunition chain continued.
It was sent in continuously, and both sides fought evenly.
Yang Ling and the others are now considered a strengthened regiment, and they have solid fortifications and trenches as their support. Although the Japanese attack is fierce, it cannot suppress them.
Bullets tore through the night sky like locusts, the air seemed to be burning, thick smoke billowed, and in the trench fortifications on the front line, the corpses of the Japanese soldiers who had burst in were scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed into channels.
"We've packed them all up! We can't let anyone get away!"
Yang Ling's orders are cold and merciless. If you dare to make a sneak attack, you must be prepared to die.
In the front-line trenches, the ratio of troops between the two sides has reached three to one. It is almost three brothers fighting against one little Japanese. Although the Japanese are strong, it is still difficult.
The Japanese officer leading the team had a fierce look on his face. Seeing his men being chopped down one after another, he howled repeatedly and wanted to lead his men to retreat, but the retreat was blocked by fire, so he could only fight hard.
"kill!"
Liu Yidao and others were killing with passion, peeling off the Japanese like onions. Fewer and fewer Japanese were able to stand, and those who were standing were all covered in scars.
In less than half an hour, out of the hundreds of Japanese who broke into the position, only a few dozen remained.
They formed a round formation back to back, facing the Chinese officers and soldiers coming up from all directions, with fierce looks on their faces, wanting to fight to the end.
"Put down your weapons and surrender! Otherwise, everyone will die!"
Second Battalion Commander Chen Ming, who was dripping with blood, stood on the trench wrapped in tattered military uniforms, shouting at the top of his voice to the Japanese.
Liu Yidao was impatient and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking to them about? We have an order to kill them all!"
"Kill Gai Gai!"
Seeing Liu Yidao's unkind expression, the Japanese soldiers who were surrounded seemed to know that they were bound to die. Under the howling of the officer, they rushed towards the brothers, hoping to fight to the death.
"Fuck them all, kill them all!"
Second Battalion Commander Chen Ming originally thought of offering some words of persuasion, but when he saw the Japanese being so ungrateful, he jumped up angrily.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Da da da--"
The brothers were exhausted from the killing and were too lazy to talk nonsense with the little Japs. A row of bullets passed by, but before the Japs could reach them, they all fell down.
"I told you to be cruel!" Liu Yidao was not relieved and rushed forward, punching several holes in his body and stabbing the Japanese officer twice more.
He had just seen the Japanese officer hacking several of his brothers. It was not until blood began to gurgling from the Japanese officer's mouth that he stopped in relief.
All the Japs who broke into the position were dealt with, and the gunshots of those who wanted to come for reinforcements also weakened and retreated into darkness.
The Japanese stole the chicken but lost the rice, and lost hundreds of men in a confused manner. The cold and hard face of Ichikawa Yozo, the captain of the Japanese 145th Regiment in charge of the attack in this direction, twitched.
In anger, he directly shot a squadron leader who was retreating due to lack of support, making a hole in his head, and sprayed a large amount of sticky substance all over the face of the Japanese officer next to him.
The Japanese squadron leader was also unlucky. He was suppressed by the blocking fire of Yang Ling's machine guns and was unable to rush forward. He watched hundreds of people being slaughtered by Yang Ling and the others. Before he could even open his mouth to explain, he was killed by the angry squad leader.
collapsed.
Seeing that the commander of the regiment, Yozo Ichikawa, was angry, the Japanese officers around him were as calm as a wretched man, and the rest of the troops were still attacking. They lost the first battle. This battle was too cowardly.
"Call the artillery troops to bombard!" Regiment Commander Ichikawa Yozo was very reluctant and ordered with a straight face.
"Hi Yi!" A Japanese officer did not dare to neglect and hurried to the phone.
Soon, the Japanese artillerymen who were bombarding the 58th Division turned their muzzles. A red light appeared in the darkness, and overwhelming artillery shells rained down on Yang Ling's defense line.
"Hurry into the bombhole!"
"Machine gun! Bring the machine gun in!"
Seeing the incoming Japanese artillery fire, the brothers who had just fought a bloody battle had no time to cheer and rushed towards the anti-artillery hole amidst the hoarse roars of the company and platoon leaders.
The artillery shells fell on the position like raindrops, and a roar of fire broke out. Countless ammunition boxes and sandbags were lifted into the sky in the roar, torn to pieces.
The sky was illuminated red, hot air waves rolled along the trenches, thick black gunpowder smoke stirred up, and the positions were blown to pieces.
Panting, the brothers huddled in the shell-proof hole, looking through the cracks at the indiscriminate bombardment of lightning-like explosions outside.
"You little devil is so damn rich!"
The brothers, covered in blood and ragged, were choked by the influx of gunpowder smoke and coughed. In the flickering shell-proof cave, some were cursing, while others were smiling happily as if they were surviving a disaster.
As if they had been praised, the Japs' artillerymen blew up the entire position. The loess on the ground quickly exploded into black soil, and then began to smoke and burn.
The scorching air waves were rolling, and the position was fried to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. Sulfur incendiary bombs were also fired, and everything that could burn burned. The high temperature brought by the bombardment enveloped the position, draining away all the remaining energy in the air.
Some moisture.
Someone untied the kettle and tried to pour water into the smoking throat, but the kettle had been holed by a bullet long ago. The water had run out long ago before they were noticed during the battle.
"Give me some water, I'm going to die of thirst!" The brother poked the person next to him and said hoarsely.
Before the brother finished speaking, the deafening howls came from outside again, and the Japanese attack force came up again.
"Damn it, it's not over yet." A veteran platoon leader threw away his empty water bottle and stood up waving his arms: "Don't stay still, the Japanese are here again!"
The brothers, covered in blood and dressed in ragged clothes, rushed out one after another with their guns in hand, and met the messenger from the regiment head on.