On October 15, the Japanese 101st Division once again forcibly crossed Yunzaobang under the cover of powerful artillery fire. The Chinese defenders' positions fell into a sea of smoke and fire, and almost all the first and second line defenses were destroyed.
The surviving Chinese defenders fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese troops crossing the river on the right bank of Yunzao Bang. The fierce battle lasted until noon and more than a thousand Japanese troops were killed. After that, the Chinese defenders were exhausted and were forced to retreat to the third line of defense. By the time of the retreat, the Chinese defenders had almost lost their lives.
Almost exhausted.
"The front is almost unstoppable. The brothers who can still move should follow me and pick up their guns and attack them!" The young staff officer with a bloody face rushed to the temporary camp of the health team and shouted hoarsely at the wounded.
The wounded soldiers who had just been sent off from the front line grabbed their guns again and rushed back following the young staff officer.
"Their wounds have not been bandaged. If they are not bandaged, they will bleed to death!" Health Captain Zhang Hongying's delicate body stopped in front of the young staff officer, preventing him from taking away the wounded soldiers.
The young staff officer pushed Zhang Hongying away and said, "I can't control that much anymore. Brothers, follow me and rush forward to stop the Japanese!"
"Stop them, they will die!" Zhang Hongying fell to the ground, her blood-stained white coat covered in mud and dust, and shouted towards the health team members.
The soldier with a broken arm struggled to get up from the ground, his face blackened by smoke and full of determination. He grabbed the only remaining grenade and rushed back without looking back. Even the health team members could not stop him.
live.
More wounded people struggled to stand up from the ground. Although they were covered in blood and scarred, they seemed to be dying and rushed towards the position in the direction of the artillery fire.
The health team members blocked and pulled, but to no avail. For these wounded soldiers, the position was their lives. They rushed thousands of miles to the battlefield. If the position was lost, it would not only be embarrassing for them, but also for the elders in their hometown.
Zhang Hongying was so anxious that she was sweating profusely and stopped the wounded soldiers rushing back one by one. Seeing these wounded soldiers rushing back without hesitation, she couldn't stop them and almost cried.
Yang Ling was changing gauze for a soldier whose head was cut by shrapnel, but after hearing the shouts of the staff, the soldier whose head was wrapped like a rice dumpling struggled to get up. Because of the struggle, the wound burst again, and blood flowed down
Dark red gauze flowed out.
"Lie down, you will die if you move again." Yang Ling pressed the wounded soldier back again, but the wounded soldier was still struggling.
The wounded soldier was struggling and crying: "I can still move, I can still shoot, I have to go back and defend the position, I can't lose the position -"
Yang Ling finally gave up his efforts and let go of the wounded soldier. The wounded soldier struggled to get up, rushed out a few steps and then turned around.
He took out a few pieces of blood-stained papyrus from his arms and put them into Yang Ling's hands: "Mr. Yang, you are a good person. I am dead. Please help me send this letter to my family."
After the wounded soldier finished speaking, he rushed toward the position where the gunfire was fierce without looking back. Yang Ling held several letters stained with blood in his hands, and it felt so heavy for the first time.
"Company Commander, it looks like we can't withstand the front. Should we run quickly? We won't be able to escape if the little Japs rush over." Yang Dashu, the platoon leader, rushed to Yang Ling worriedly.
Yang Ling raised his foot and kicked Yang Dashu, who was about to retreat quickly. Yang Dashu, who fell to the ground, was stunned by the kick. He didn't know what made Yang Ling angry.
There was continuous artillery fire ahead, and shells kept falling around the reed marshes. The dry reed rods were burning cracklingly, and black smoke filled the air.
The situation is now very critical. The Japanese have broken through Yunzaobang. If they cannot stop the Japanese, they will not be able to escape the bombing of Japanese planes even if they want to retreat in broad daylight.
Yang Ling strode up to Zhang Hongying, the tearful health captain, and spoke succinctly: "Captain Zhang, the situation is critical now. Your health team must move as far back as possible."
"Yes, yes, the Japanese are about to attack. Let's leave quickly." Vice-captain Lu Zitao hurriedly put the medical box on the ground on his shoulder, pulled Zhang Hongying and left.
Lu Zitao was really scared and regretful now. He wished he could leave this ghost place right away. If he was really killed by a Japanese bomb, there would be no place to cry even if he wanted to.
Yang Ling ignored Zhang Hongying and Lu Zitao, and smoothly removed the 38 rifle from his shoulders. He pulled out the sharp bayonet from the scabbard and locked it with a latch. He straightened his wrinkled military uniform and walked to the side.
Platoon leader Wu Jiang kept his arms crossed and said nothing.
"Platoon Commander Wu, the escort company is now in your hands. Protect them and evacuate safely."
Wu Jiang has a cold temper and doesn't like to talk. He raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ling's movements and guessed what he was going to do. After watching for a few seconds, he said: "I am also Chinese."
After Wu Jiang finished speaking, he ignored Yang Ling's surprised expression and threw all the kettles and lunch boxes hanging on his body on the ground, leaving only three grenades and a rifle. His meaning was already obvious.
"Yang Dashu!"
"Company Commander, Company Commander, I'm here." Yang Dashu got up from the ground and ran to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling looked at the tall and rough guy in front of him, who was a bit greedy for life, and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Yang Dashu, you can take the brothers and send the health team back safely. Can you complete the mission?"
Yang Dashu nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He was so grateful to Yang Ling in his heart that he finally didn't let him follow him to his death: "Company Commander, don't worry. With me, Yang Dashu, the little devil can't even think of hurting a single hair of theirs."
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Yang Dashu's voice was full of anger. As long as he stayed away from this damn battlefield, as long as he could survive, Yang Dashu would love to have more missions like this.
Yang Ling nodded, turned to the health team members and soldiers from the escort company who were cleaning up, and raised his voice: "Throw away unnecessary things and evacuate quickly!"
"Yes, yes, retreat quickly!" Yang Dashu echoed, eager to leave as soon as possible.
At this moment, the artillery shells were falling more densely, and the Japanese artillery was firing continuously. Driven by the artillery fire, the embarrassed people hurriedly ran towards Dachang Town.
Zhang Hongying was pulled by Lu Zitao to run. She turned around and saw Yang Ling's thin back facing the artillery fire. Platoon leader Wu Jiang followed closely behind him, swimming upstream. They were so lonely and brave, and a drop of pure tears rolled out of their eyes.
Eye sockets.
Yang Ling didn't like sympathy or mercy. Although he tried to escape from the doomed battlefield countless times, every time the Japs came, he couldn't help but want to rush forward and block the Japs with his brothers who fought bloody battles.
This land full of blood and tears, thought he always remembered that he was a Chinese.
Yang Dashu and his men were retreating. From time to time, he looked back at Yang Ling and Wu Jiang who were rushing back against the artillery fire. He shook his head and sighed. He couldn't figure out why he didn't want to live well and wanted to die.