Dingjiaqiao is not big, with dozens of sparse houses standing next to flat cotton fields, surrounded by criss-crossing water network farmland.
The houses had been destroyed in repeated fierce battles and turned into dilapidated ruins, leaving only some collapsed walls and beams blackened by the war, scattered in a messy manner.
The Chinese defenders took advantage of the night to counterattack Dingjiaqiao. The Japanese defense lines on the outside could not stop the waves of Gui troops charging like waves. They could only retreat to the village and rely on the dilapidated buildings to resist.
The Japanese soldiers' tactical arrangement was very clever. More than a dozen light and heavy machine guns occupied the commanding heights of the building, forming a crossfire. The Gui soldiers who first rushed into the village were shot and fell to the ground.
More than a dozen people died immediately, and those who survived were holding their wounds and rolling on the ground, howling in pain. It was no joke to be hit by machine gun bullets, which could be fatal or seriously injured.
Facing the Japanese firepower network formed by relying on buildings, the attacking Gui Army soldiers were suppressed. While organizing firepower to counterattack, they sent bombardiers to crawl forward in an attempt to blow up the Japanese vitality points.
Facing the raining barrage, the crawling bombardier stopped making any movement before the Japanese got closer. Instead, several machine guns on the Gui army's side were blasted away by Japanese grenades, causing many casualties.
The firepower gap between the two sides was too great, and the attack was blocked. Although the attacking troops were outnumbered, in the face of the dense firepower net of the Japanese, the flesh and blood bodies could only turn into corpses when they rushed forward, and the fierce battle fell into a stalemate.
"Li Tiezhu, take people to attack from the side to cover the main attack!" Faced with the strong Japanese firepower and unable to attack from the front, the Gui Army assault battalion commander could only think of another way, hoping to open a breakthrough from the side.
Li Tiezhu said hello, and headed to the left with more than 20 Gui army brothers. It was dark and full of ruins and corpses, and the road was difficult to walk. He could only rely on the sound of Japanese machine guns to judge the general direction.
The Japanese machine guns were spitting out tongues of flame continuously in the dark night, and the dense bullets were like splashing water on the broken wall. The crackling dirt was splashed with smoke and dust, and the Gui Army soldiers hiding behind the wall choked on the ash.
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Li Tiezhu led the people around to the flank of the Japanese, climbed into a house along the half-broken wall, and continued to approach the Japanese under the cover of these broken buildings.
The nearest Japanese machine gun was clamped on half of the earth wall, and together with the two machine guns across the street, they blocked the passage into the village.
"Japanese ghost, I will blow you up!" Li Tiezhu pulled out a wooden-handled grenade from his waist, pulled the string and paused for two seconds, then waved his arm vigorously and threw it towards the Japanese machine gun.
Boom! The flames of the explosion were dazzling in the dark night, strong air waves swept across, and thin slices mixed with gravel and rubble were sprayed in all directions.
The grenade exploded two meters away from the Japanese machine gun, and the burst of gravel instantly hit the Japanese machine gunner's face to a bloody pulp. The Japanese screamed like a ghost, rolled back, and the machine gun collapsed.
But within a few seconds, the enemy's machine gun clacked again, and the harsh noise made people's eardrums hurt.
The flares rose into the sky, and the dilapidated ruins were illuminated under the pale light curtain. The Japanese spotted Li Tiezhu and others leaning against the wall more than a hundred meters away, and fired a row of guns. The four or five Gui soldiers who rushed in front were shot down.
The rest of the people had to retreat to the hiding room, and the attack was blocked again...
The dense bullets were raging violently in the dark night with a stream of light, like countless flying fireflies, beautiful and dazzling, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.
In a dilapidated room behind Dingjiaqiao, the dim yellow lanterns shook violently with the explosion in the distance, making the figures in the room look like ghosts.
The Japanese brigade headquarters stationed in Dingjiaqiao was set up here. Faced with the sudden attack by the Chinese army, the Japanese brigade captain calmed down after the initial panic and issued orders in an orderly manner. Signal troops continued to come in and out, summarizing various situations here.
"Akita Squadron has suffered heavy losses. More than 30 people have been killed. Two machine guns have been damaged. We request fire support."
The Japanese captain was silent for a moment and then ordered: "Ask the artillery team to support the Akita Squadron, and be sure to suppress the Chinese army..."
"Ha Yi!" The signal soldier bowed his head heavily, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
"Let the Hengshan Squadron attack from the right wing, attack the flank of the China Army, and reduce the pressure on the frontal defense." The best defense is to attack. With absolute firepower advantage, the Japanese captain did not blindly defend, but decided to take the initiative.
The Japanese captain was very arrogant and arrogant. In his eyes, the so-called Chinese army was just a group of farmers with guns, and they did not pose much of a threat to them.
Although they had encountered tenacious resistance from the Chinese army these days, he did not think that the other side could sustain it for long. Facing the absolute superiority in firepower, all their resistance was in vain.
The battle at Dingjiaqiao was very difficult. Although the Gui soldiers were very brave, their weapons were outdated. Facing the strong firepower of the Japanese, they would pay a huge price for every step forward.
Yang Ling crouched and trotted in the dark night with his gun in hand. He glanced to the left from time to time. The sound of guns and artillery there was even more intense. From time to time, it was mixed with the bombardment of the Japanese 92-type infantry artillery. It was obvious that
, the Gui army's offensive encountered trouble.
Yang Ling ran until he reached a broken wall before stopping. He leaned against the cold wall and squatted down. The dozens of soldiers from different units following him followed suit and walked along the broken wall.
He squatted down and panted heavily.
After resting for about a few dozen seconds, Yang Ling adjusted her breathing rhythm that was disordered by running, and then poked her head out and looked inside the broken wall, but there was no movement.
It seems that in order to defend against frontal attacks, the Japanese moved everyone to the front.
Yang Ling stood up, placed the 38-gauge rifle in his hand on the broken wall, aimed it into the wall, and shouted: "Alternate cover, up!"
The soldiers who were able to survive the brutal fierce battles at Yunzaobang were all veterans, and they naturally did not act sloppily, but were decisive and straightforward.
As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, several soldiers were already holding on to the broken wall with one hand. They suddenly exerted their strength and jumped into the broken wall. Apart from the sound of the gun butts hitting the wall, they made very little noise.
Wu Jiang also jumped into the broken wall. After running forward for four or five steps, he quickly fell to the ground and aimed his gun into the darkness to cover the people behind him. The other soldiers who climbed in were also squatting.
Or hide against a wall.
When there were almost all the people who had climbed over the broken wall, Yang Ling put away his gun and climbed into the broken wall. The group clung to the ruins on both sides and headed towards Dingjiaqiao Village.
After sneaking forward for about three hundred meters, Yang Ling poked out a street corner, glanced at the dark machine gun bunker in the middle of the street in front of him, and suddenly retracted his stepped foot.