On 15 October, under the cover of powerful artillery fire, the Japanese 101st Division again forced its way across Yunzaobang, and the Chinese defenders' positions were plunged into a sea of gunsmoke and fire, and almost all the first and second line fortifications were destroyed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The surviving Chinese defenders crossed the river with the Japanese troops on the right bank of Yunzaohama, and fought fiercely until noon, after killing more than 1,000 Japanese troops, the Chinese defenders were unable to fight and were forced to retreat to the third line of defense, and by the time of retreat, the Chinese defenders were almost completely lost.

"The front is almost unstoppable, and the brothers who can still move follow Lao Tzu to pick up the gun and go up!" The bloodied young staff officer rushed to the makeshift camp of the health team and shouted hoarsely at the wounded.

The wounded soldiers, who had just been sent down from the front, grabbed their guns again, and were about to charge back with the young staff officer.

"Their wounds haven't been bandaged yet, and if they don't bandage, they'll bleed too much and die!" The delicate body of the health captain Zhang Hongying stopped in front of the young staff officer, preventing him from taking the wounded soldier away.

The young staff officer pushed Zhang Hongying away, "I can't care so much, brothers, rush up with Lao Tzu to block the devil!" ”

"Stop them, they'll die!" Zhang Hongying fell to the ground, her bloodstained white coat covered with mud and dust, and shouted at the health team.

The soldier with the broken arm struggled to get up from the ground, his blackened face full of determination, grabbed the only remaining grenade, and rushed back without looking back, and the health team could not stop him.

More of the wounded struggled to their feet from the ground, and although they were covered in blood and scarred, they rushed to the position in the direction of the artillery fire as if they were dying.

For these wounded soldiers, the position is their life, they have traveled thousands of miles to the battlefield, if the position is lost, not only will they lose face, but also the father and old man in his hometown.

Zhang Hongying was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, blocking the wounded soldiers who rushed back one by one, seeing these wounded soldiers rushing back without hesitation, she couldn't stop it, she was about to cry.

Yang Ling was changing gauze for a soldier whose head was cut by shrapnel, but after hearing the shouts of the staff officer, the soldier with his head wrapped like a zongzi also struggled to get up, because of the struggle, the wound broke again, and blood flowed out of the dark red gauze.

"Lie down for me, you'll die if you move again." Yang Ling pushed the wounded soldier back again, but the wounded soldier was still struggling.

The wounded soldier was struggling, crying: "I can still move, I can still shoot, I want to go back to defend the position, the position cannot be lost-"

Yang Ling finally gave up his efforts and let go of the wounded soldier, who struggled to get up, rushed out a few steps and turned around.

He took out a few pieces of blood-stained straw paper from his arms, turned around and stuffed them into Yang Ling's hand: "Chief 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 to the direction of the position with fierce gunfire without looking back, Yang Ling held a few blood-stained letters in his hand, and felt so heavy for the first time.

"Company commander, it seems that the front can't stand it, should we run quickly, the little devil can't run away when he rushes over." Platoon commander Yang Dashu ran to Yang Ling worriedly.

Yang Ling raised his foot and kicked Yang Dashu, who wanted to retreat quickly, and Yang Dashu, who fell to the ground, was suddenly kicked in a daze, not knowing what kind of fire Yang Ling made.

There was a lot of artillery fire in front, and shells kept falling around the reeds, and the dry reed poles crackled and burned, and black smoke filled the air.

Now the situation is very critical, the devils have broken through Yunzaobang, if they can't stop the devils, in broad daylight, even if they want to withdraw, they can't escape the bombing of the devil's plane.

Yang Ling strode in front of the teary-eyed health captain Zhang Hongying, and said succinctly and clearly: "Captain Zhang, now that the situation is critical, your health team should quickly move backwards, and you can move as far as you can."

"Yes, yes, the devil is coming, let's hurry up." Deputy captain Lu Zitao hurriedly carried the medical box on the ground on his shoulder, and pulled Zhang Hongying to leave.

Lu Zitao is really scared now, he really regrets it, he can't wait to leave this ghost place immediately, if he is really killed by the devil's bomb, there is no place to cry if he wants to.

Yang Ling didn't care about Zhang Hongying and Lu Zitao, who were pulling, easily unloaded the 38 rifle on his shoulder, pulled out the Xueliang bayonet from the scabbard and hung the latch lock, sorted out his wrinkled military uniform, and walked to the platoon commander Wu Jiang who had been holding his arms and not speaking.

"Platoon Commander Wu, now the escort company will be handed over to you, protect them and withdraw safely."

Wu Jiang was cold and didn't like to talk, he raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ling's movements and guessed what he was going to do, and after watching for a few seconds, he said: "I am also Chinese."

After Wu Jiang finished speaking, he didn't care about Yang Ling's surprised expression, and put the kettle and lunch box hanging on his body...... Throwing them all on the ground, leaving only three grenades and a rifle, it was already obvious what he meant.

"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 guy in front of him, who was a little greedy for life and afraid of death, and patted him on the shoulder and explained: "Yang Dashu, you can complete the task with the brothers to send the health team to each other and withdraw safely?"

Yang Dashu's head nodded straight like a chicken pecking rice, and he was grateful to Yang Ling in his heart, and finally didn't let him go with him to death: "Company commander, you can rest assured, with me Yang Dashu here, the little devil doesn't want to hurt a single hair of their hair!"

Yang Dashu's voice was full of anger, as long as he stayed away from this damn battlefield, as long as he could live, Yang Dashu would like to have more missions like this a few more times.

Yang Ling nodded, turned his head and raised his voice towards the health team members and guards who were cleaning up, "Throw away unnecessary things, quickly withdraw!"

"Yes, yes, get out of here!" Yang Dashu echoed, wishing to leave early.

At this moment, the shells fell more intensively, the devil's artillery was extending and firing, and the embarrassed people hurriedly ran in the direction of Dachang Town under the drive of artillery fire.

Zhang Hongying was pulled by Lu Zitao and ran, turning her head to look, Yang Ling's thin back was advancing against the artillery fire, and the platoon commander Wu Jiang followed closely behind, going upstream, they were so lonely, so brave, a tear rolled out of their eyes.

Yang Ling does not like sympathy, nor does he like pity, although he wants to escape from the doomed battlefield countless times, but every time the devil fights, he can't help but want to rush up, block the devil with those brothers who fought bloodily, and defend this land full of blood and tears, thinking that he always remembers that he is a Chinese.

Yang Dashu led the people to retreat, and from time to time looked back at Yang Ling and Wu Jiang who were rushing back against the artillery fire, shaking his head and sighing, why don't you want to live well and go to death, I really can't figure it out.