The smoke-filled battlefield was littered with corpses. Broken limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere. Broken bayonets and broken gun butts were everywhere. The soil scorched by artillery fire was stained red by the flowing blood, which was shocking.
In the trench, there was a thick layer of corpses, and the mud and water had turned into blood. The soldiers from both sides who struggled to death still maintained the same desperate state before death, but now they had become stiff.
The Japanese troops who crossed the river launched four or five large-scale charges against the Chinese defenders, but they were all repelled by the tenacious defenders. Due to insufficient ammunition and heavy casualties, the Japanese troops had to suspend the attack and wait for the engineers to complete the construction of the pontoon bridge.
, let weapons and ammunition be transported from the other side.
The first and second lines of defense on the right bank were both captured by the Japanese. The exhausted Chinese defenders were now unable to counterattack and could only stick to the third line of defense, hoping that reinforcements from the rear could catch up before the large Japanese army crossed the river.
However, the hundreds of aircraft assembled by the Japanese army have been bombarding all the assembled Chinese troops. Many troops have lost more than half before they reached the battlefield. They have to disperse and hide during the day, and only dare to reinforce when it is dark. They have completely lost air superiority.
Under the situation, it became increasingly difficult for the Chinese defenders to hold on.
The endless bombardment of the Japanese finally came to an end, and the last attack before evening also stopped. The Japanese soldiers carrying 38 rifles just as the tide receded, got further and further away, and finally disappeared from sight.
The entire garrison position was in complete disarray. Japanese planes dropped bombs, 150mm heavy artillery shelled, Type 92 infantry guns, 37 guns, grenades, mortars...
Almost all traces of the Japanese's heavy weapons can be found on the ruin-like position. The trenches they built collapsed and were repaired, and repaired and collapsed. In the end, the defenders didn't even have the manpower to repair the trenches.
They could only tearfully plug the gap with the corpses of their fallen comrades, lie on the corpses, and shoot in the craters. Every inch of the land here was filled with blood and minced meat.
A few days ago, people were still burying dead bodies, but now as more and more people die and fewer and fewer people are alive, they no longer have the energy and strength to bury the bodies, and they let the bodies rot and stink, becoming
become part of the soil.
Lao Wangtou from the cooking team held a bamboo basket in his hand, rummaging through the craters and corpses, and stuffing a pancake into those who were still breathing.
Lao Wangtou is getting more and more relaxed now. In the past few days, his cooking team was so busy that every time the artillery fire stopped, he and the other cooking soldiers had to deliver food to the soldiers on the battlefield. Every day
It’s really tiring to cook for hundreds of people.
Now he cooks less and less, and everyone is dying. If he cooks too much, no one eats it. He now carries a small bamboo basket in his hand and holds dozens of pancakes to complete his task.
"Old Wangtou, this pancake of yours is as hard as a rock. Bring some hot pancakes tomorrow." Unkempt old Li said while biting the pancake.
Lao Wang turned his head and looked at Lao Li whose head was wrapped like a rice dumpling. He cursed: "It's good to have some. What are you yelling about? If I can't come up tomorrow, you guys will just wait and suffer."
Be hungry."
Speaking of this, a trace of sadness flashed across Lao Wangtou's face. There were originally about ten people in his cooking team, but in order to deliver food to the position, almost all of them died after crossing the blockade. He didn't know if he would be alive to deliver food tomorrow.
Come up.
There were more and more living people on the battlefield. Lao Wangtou searched among the corpses for a long time but failed to finish distributing the cakes in the basket. He looked at the mountains of corpses and shook his head helplessly.
Yesterday, many people were eating pancakes and saying hello and joking with him. Today, he is lying on the ground and cannot speak anymore. Old Wangtou has been a soldier all his life and has never seen such a miserable battle. This
Where is the war? It is clearly...
Lao Wangtou put the basket on the ground and stretched out his head to see what kind of monster the devil was lying on the ground.
As soon as he stretched out his head, he felt a strong pull from his legs, and his body fell heavily into the muddy water of the trench. A bullet passed over the trench and penetrated into the corpse behind with all its strength.
Poof sound.
"Old Wangtou, you don't want your life." Yang Ling pulled Old Wangtou down and scolded him.
Lao Wangtou looked at the clay figure in front of him in shock, and then at the corpse with a bloody hole behind him, feeling his head feel cold.
"Captain Yang, didn't the Japs retreat? Why..."
Yang Ling reached into the basket, grabbed a pancake, stuffed it into his mouth, and replied without raising his head: "That's the Japs' sharpshooter. He's nesting among the corpses over there. He specializes in shooting black guns."
At this point, Yang Ling took a big bite of the pancake, as if he was a Japanese sharpshooter.
Yang Ling really hated those Japs sharpshooters who were sneaky and cold-blooded. Most of them were veterans of the Japs, with rich combat experience and good marksmanship. They liked to hide in the dark and shoot cold-blooded enemies.
From the moment Yang Ling entered this position, he knew at least that more than a dozen Chinese soldiers had been killed by cold gunfire, and he hated and felt helpless about this.
These old devils are all wretched and scary, and their marksmanship is frighteningly accurate. In addition, the 38-gauge rifles in their hands are famous for their accuracy. In the hands of these old devils, they become sharp weapons for killing people.
Yang Ling wanted to rush out of the trenches and kill these old Japanese who were hiding in the dark, but it was difficult for them to hold the trenches and how could they rush out.
boom!
The sudden sound of the gunshot frightened Lao Wang and he hurriedly fell to the ground. Yang Ling said nonchalantly: "It's okay, one of my own people shot him."
Lao Wangtou stood up and saw a man lying in the pile of corpses next to him, holding a gun and shrinking down the trench.
"How's it going? Did you hit it?" Yang Ling asked while biting the pancake.
Wu Jiang was still as cold as ever, nodding silently, walking straight to the bamboo basket, grabbing two pieces of cake and putting them into his mouth regardless of his dirty hands.
A smile appeared on Yang Ling's face. This Japanese veteran had been hiding outside their position for at least two days. He was experienced and had clumsy tactics. Yang Ling almost killed him several times, but he managed to avoid him this time.
His luck had finally come to an end.
Seeing Yang Ling save his life, Lao Wangtou stuffed all the remaining pancakes in the basket to Yang Ling: "Take them and eat them. You will be full so you can fight the Japanese."
After finishing speaking, Lao Wangtou carefully climbed over the crater with a diabolo basket and disappeared into the darkness.
"Are you going to sleep first or should I sleep first?" Seeing Lao Wangtou's figure disappear, Yang Ling turned around and asked Wu Jiang where he was eating pancakes.
"You will watch for half the night, and I will watch for the rest of the night." Wu Jiang said after a moment of silence.
"Okay." Yang Ling said, grabbed the rifle, loaded it with bullets, and carefully climbed into the trench, lying among the piles of corpses to take charge of the night guard.
The Japs' attacks were irregular. They usually attacked during the day under the cover of aircraft artillery fire. However, they had encountered several night attacks since arriving at the position, so Yang Ling and the others did not dare to take it lightly in order to survive.
Yang Ling originally thought that they would evacuate when the reinforcements arrived, but when the reinforcements arrived, some of them died, and they were stuck here, unable to leave at all.