The shining stars in the night sky were scattered in the vast and deep sky. Yang Ling looked at each other in the deep sky, his bloodshot eyes were colorless and gray.
Yang Ling felt that he had become a numb and soulless walking zombie. The only difference between him and the piled corpses on the ground was that he could still breathe.
The Japanese have completely established a foothold on the right bank of Yunzaobang. The Yanjiazhai stationed on the left wing fell in the afternoon. More than a thousand people from the tax police headquarters guarding the area were killed.
Dunwu Temple and Shengjiazhai were also lost one after another. The Twentieth Army of the Sichuan Army in charge of the position fought bloody battles for seven days and nights. By the time they withdrew from the position, they had suffered more than 8,000 casualties, and almost all of them were wiped out.
The Japanese assault troops have advanced to the area between Zoumatang and Dachang Town. The sound of gunfire there has not stopped day and night, and the fierce fighting has become fierce.
The fierce fighting in March has now reached the final moment. Both the defenders and the Japanese are already furious. From Dachang Town to Luodian in the north, and then to the right bank of Yunzao Bang, there is scorched earth and flesh and blood everywhere.
battlefield.
The Chinese defenders had no order to retreat and could only fight back and forth with the Japanese on the battlefield. There were no generals or soldiers anymore. Everyone was working hard. If the regiment commander died, the battalion commander would take over the command. If the battalion commander died, the company commander would take command. Some
There was not even a living officer left in the position, and the surviving soldiers were still resisting tenaciously.
The Japanese also showed their fearless spirit to the extreme. They launched a fierce charge under the cover of artillery fire, like wild beasts with fangs exposed. There was no order to retreat and the charge continued.
Facing Japanese artillery bombardment and the Bushido spirit of fearless death, the defenders with sparse firepower were unable to mount an effective defense and could only engage in hand-to-hand combat and hand-to-hand combat.
However, the defenders still did not have any advantage in hand-to-hand combat. Although the Japs were short in stature, they were stronger and stronger, and their thrusts were very powerful. The Chinese defenders, who were sallow and skinny, often had to pay the price of two or three people to kill a Japs soldier. Every hand-to-hand fight ended.
, a new layer of corpses will be piled up on the position, and the battle will be extremely fierce.
The battle on the right bank of Yunzao Bang has evolved into a repeated tug-of-war. During the day, the Japanese captured positions under the cover of aircraft and artillery. At night, the Chinese army organized death squads to recapture them. Many positions had changed hands several times, and there were mountains of corpses.
Bleeding and drifting.
Yang Ling felt that he was lucky to be able to breathe and still be alive, while the friendly brothers fighting side by side with him had changed one after another. At first, he could still remember the names of some people, but now many people have died.
In front of him, he didn't even know the other person's name.
He is too lazy to ask now. He is going to die anyway, and there is not much difference between knowing the other person's name and not knowing the other person's name.
Yang Ling was only relieved that platoon leader Wu Jiang was still alive. This taciturn man had his head scratched by shrapnel and was wrapped in blood-stained gauze. The blood and dirt left on his face had dried up and turned into a blur.
Lao Wangtou from the cooking class was curled up sleeping on Yang Ling's left side with a gun in his arms. He no longer cooked. It was hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. They had run out of food, so he simply picked up the gun and joined the battle.
Yang Ling didn't know how long this battle would last. At the beginning, he kept track of the time, but now there was no fierce battle day and night. Who knew what month it was, and the only thing worth waiting for was that the troops to change defenses would come early.
Click - the silver watch case jumped up briskly. Yang Ling wiped the dust on the dial and saw clearly the hands that were rotating rhythmically through the flash. At nine o'clock in the evening, the reinforcements still had not come up.
He took off the watch case and put the pocket watch back into his pocket. This was the pocket watch of Li Zhong, the leader of the 361st Regiment. After Li Zhong died, it belonged to Yang Ling. Yang Ling didn't know if he would die.
He pulled Wu Jiang, who was sleeping with his eyes closed next to him: "Lao Jiang, keep an eye on me while I go find something to eat."
Wu Jiang was still silent and didn't speak, but his eyes had opened. He nodded, grabbed his gun, and climbed to the sentry post.
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Wearing uniform British-style steel helmets and cool yellow military uniforms, a troop with high morale was rushing forward in the dark night.
The flash of explosions ahead illuminated the dark road ahead from time to time, reflecting the reflections of countless helmets.
Li Tiezhu raised his head and raised the brim of his helmet, revealing his knife-like face, tired and excited.
They walked and took a car, and finally arrived at the battlefield after a bumpy journey. Looking at the endless marching team in front and behind, Li Tiezhu felt extremely at ease in his heart. Any Japanese ghost would cry for father and mother in front of them from Guangxi.
"Li Tiezhu, I think we are almost at the position. You can take a platoon up to explore the way and see if there are any living people on the position. Don't run into the arms of a Japanese ghost."
The Japanese artillery blockade was fierce and the telephone lines had been blown out. They had no idea about the situation on the front line. The battalion commander was worried that the position had been lost, so he asked Li Tiezhu to lead people up to explore the road.
After Li Tiezhu responded, he led a row of people into the darkness and dived towards the position ahead.
The Japanese's missiles streaked across the night sky from time to time. Under the pale light, Li Tiezhu saw the position of the Chinese defenders.
Looking at the large and small craters and piles of corpses, the scattered guns were in dilapidated condition. The entire position was dead silent, and there were no signs of living people anywhere.
"Platoon... Platoon leader, are you afraid that all the people are dead?" Looking at the tragic position in front of him, a Gui Army soldier following Li Tiezhu had his teeth chattering.
Li Tiezhu pulled out the sharp bayonet from the scabbard and hung it on the rifle. His expression became extremely heavy: "Spread out a little and touch it to see."
The Gui Army soldiers in the platoon behind Li Tiezhu dispersed with a crash, holding rifles with bayonets in hand and marching in a skirmish line towards the dead position.
There were too many corpses and they could not settle down at all. They could only climb over the corpses and bomb craters. The smell of rotting corpses that rushed into their nostrils made Li Tiezhu's heart pound with all kinds of emotions and he almost vomited.
Yang Ling was rummaging through the pile of corpses for food on the corpses. He was lucky. He rummaged through more than a dozen corpses and found two portions of rations. When he was about to return to his hiding place, he suddenly heard rustling from behind the position.
A rustling sound.
Yang Ling's heart was trembling. He saw the reflective helmet through the pale flash. His heart tightened. The reinforcements didn't come, and the stubborn Japanese came from behind.
He tiptoed back to his hiding place, woke up the soldiers one by one, and then quietly touched them, preparing to ambush the Japanese.
Now the defense lines of both sides are intertwined, and many of the defenders' positions have been cut to pieces. Yang Ling and his team have Japs on three sides of the land, and it is not uncommon for the Japs to make raids around the back, so they saw that the other side was wearing a
He was wearing a steel helmet and it was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, so he subconsciously thought that the other party was a Japanese soldier.
Yang Ling held a crooked-handled light machine gun in both hands that had cost more than ten lives to capture, and fixed the tripod in a crater. There were still more than twenty bullets left in the bullet bridge, enough for a surprise attack.
Wu Jiang and the other surviving soldiers also found their own places to hide, and the muzzles of the black hole were pointed at the black figure that came over.