The battlefield was filled with gunpowder, corpses were strewn all over the field, stumps and broken arms were scattered everywhere, broken bayonets, broken rifle butts were everywhere, and the scorched soil was stained red by the blood that flowed out, which was shocking. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the trenches, the corpses were covered in a thick layer, the muddy water had turned into plasma, and the soldiers on both sides who had died in the scuffle were still in a desperate state before death, and they had become stiff at the moment.

The Japanese who crossed the river launched four or five large-scale charges against the Chinese defenders, but they were all repulsed by the stubborn defenders, and the Japanese had to suspend the attack because of the lack of ammunition and heavy casualties, and waited for the sappers to finish the pontoon bridge and allow the weapons and ammunition to be transported from the opposite bank.

The first and second lines of defense on the right bank were captured by the Japanese, and the Chinese defenders, who had lost all their losses, were unable to counterattack at this moment, so they could only stick to the third line of defense, hoping that the rear reinforcements would catch up before the Japanese army crossed the river.

However, the hundreds of planes assembled by the Japanese army have been bombing all the assembled Chinese troops indiscriminately, and many troops have already lost more than half of them before they reach the battlefield, and they have to disperse and hide during the day, and only when it is dark can they dare to reinforce upwards.

The endless shelling of the devils finally came to an end, and the last attack before the evening also stopped, and those devil soldiers with 38 rifles receded like the tide, getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared from view.

The entire defenders' positions were already incomplete, the devil's planes dropped bombs, 150 mm heavy artillery bombardment, Type 92 infantry guns, 37 guns, grenadiers, mortars......

Almost all the traces of the devil's heavy weapons can be found on the ruin-like position, and the trenches built collapsed and repaired, repaired and collapsed, and finally the defenders did not 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, shoot in craters, and every inch of the ground here is covered with blood and shredded flesh.

A few days ago, there were people 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 corpses, and let the corpses rot and stink and become part of the soil.

The old king of the cooking class carried a bamboo basket in his hand, rummaged through the craters and corpses, and stuffed a cake into the crater when he met someone who was still panting.

The old king is now more and more relaxed, a few days ago their cooking squad was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground, every time the artillery fire stopped, he and the rest of the cooking soldiers had to deliver food to the hands of the soldiers on the battlefield, cooking hundreds of people's meals every day, but it was really tiring.

Now he cooks less and less, everyone dies badly, and no one eats too much cooking, and he now carries a small bamboo basket in his hand, containing dozens of cakes to complete his task.

"Old king, your cake is as hard as a stone, let's get some hot tomorrow." The unkempt old Li bit the cake and said.

Lao Wangtou turned his head, looked at Lao Li, whose head was wrapped like a zongzi, and scolded: "It's good to eat, what are you still yelling about, if I can't come up tomorrow, you just wait to starve."

Speaking of this, a trace of gloom flashed on the face of the old king, their cooking class was originally a dozen or so people, but in order to deliver food to the position, they almost died across the blockade line, and he didn't know if he would be alive tomorrow to deliver the food.

There were more and more living people on the battlefield, and the old king had been looking for a long time among the corpses and had not finished distributing the cakes in the basket, he looked at the piles of corpses, and shook his head helplessly.

Many people were still eating cakes and joking with him yesterday, but now they are lying on the ground and can't open their mouths anymore, the old king has been a soldier all his life, and he has never seen such a miserable battle, where is this war, it is clearly ......

The old king put the basket on the ground and stuck out his head to see what kind of demon the devil fell to the ground.

As soon as his head stretched out, he felt a strong pull from his legs, and his body fell heavily into the muddy water of the trench, and a bullet flew over the trench, and the remnant of the corpse burrowed into the corpse behind him, making a popping sound.

"Old king, you don't want to die." Yang Ling dragged the old king's head down and opened his mouth to scold.

The old king looked at the clay figure in front of him in shock, and then looked at the corpse behind him with a bloody hole, and felt that his head was cold and swishing.

"Company Commander Yang, isn't the devil retreating, how can you ......?"

Yang Ling reached out to the basket and grabbed a cake and stuffed it into his mouth, and replied without raising his head: "That's the devil's sharpshooter, nesting in the corpse pile over there, specializing in black guns."

Speaking of this, Yang Ling took a bite of the cake fiercely, as if it was a devil sharpshooter.

Yang Ling really hates those sneaky devil sharpshooters who shoot cold guns, most of them are veterans of devils, with rich combat experience and good marksmanship, and they like to hide in the dark and shoot cold guns.

From the time Yang Ling entered this position, he knew at least that more than a dozen Chinese soldiers had been killed by cold shots, and he hated and helplessly did so.

These old devils are all obscene and scary, and their marksmanship is scary, and the 38 big cover rifles in their hands are famous for their accuracy, and in the hands of these old devils, they have become a sharp weapon for killing.

Yang Ling wanted to rush out of the trenches and slaughter these old devils hiding in the shadows, but it was very difficult for them to hold the trenches, how could they have the ability to rush out.

Bang!

The sudden gunfire frightened the old king, and he hurriedly lay on the ground, but Yang Ling said indifferently: "It's okay, my own people beat me."

The old king stood up, and then saw a person lying in the pile of corpses next to him, holding a gun and shrinking down from the trench at this moment.

"How's it going, did you hit?" Yang Ling asked as he bit the cake.

Wu Jiang was still as cold as ever, nodded silently, walked directly to the bamboo basket, grabbed two pieces of bread and sent them to his mouth regardless of his dirty hands.

Yang Ling's face showed a smile, this devil veteran has been nesting outside their position for at least two days, he has rich experience and obscene tactics, several times Yang Ling almost killed him, but he avoided him, this time his luck finally came to an end.

Lao Wang Tou looked at Yang Ling and saved his life, and stuffed all the remaining cakes in the basket to Yang Ling: "Take it and eat, if you are full, you can fight devils."

After speaking, the old king carefully climbed over the crater with the empty bamboo basket and disappeared into the darkness.

"Will you sleep first or will I sleep first?" Seeing the figure of the old king disappearing, Yang Ling turned his head and asked Wu Jiang where he was gnawing on the cake.

"You keep watch for the first half of the night, and I keep watch for the second half of the night." Wu Jiang was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Okay." Yang Ling said as he grabbed his rifle, filled it with bullets and carefully climbed to the trench, lying among the corpses, responsible for the night's vigilance.

The devil's attack is not regular, and they usually attack under the cover of aircraft fire during the day, but since they came to the position, they have also encountered several night attacks, so Yang Ling and they dare not take it lightly in order to survive.

Yang Ling originally thought that they would evacuate when the reinforcements came up, but when the reinforcements came up, they were stuck here and couldn't leave at all.