Liu Yidao danced his big knife vigorously, slashing horizontally and vertically with great force, and the short body of the stump flew with blood.

The sword technique of the Northwest Army set off a gorgeous rain of blood in such a dark night, and their fierce sword team slashed all the way forward, and those fierce devils were killed in pieces.

Behind these broadsword brothers were the bayonet brothers, and the cold bayonets continued to stab into the convulsive bodies on the ground, bringing out sticky blood.

"Brethren! Kill!

"The second battalion commander Chen Ming was already wrapped in blood, and when he saw Liu Yidao and their reinforcements coming up, his spirits were greatly lifted.

The devil is well-trained and fierce, but after all, two fists are invincible to four hands, and in the face of the Chinese officers and soldiers who are constantly surging in the dark, they just stabbed one person, and they were immediately slashed to the ground by the big knife that they didn't know from there.

The ravines were already full of corpses in the trenches, many of which had even been filled, and the devils were surrounded and slashed by nearly a thousand brothers, flesh and blood were splashed, and people kept falling into pools of blood.

The little devils behind were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and they kept rushing forward, trying to support their precarious companions.

But how could Yang Ling let them get their way, and the blocking fire of a tight firepower network built by dozens of light and heavy machine guns blocked them from the outside of the position.

The devil also brought in mortars, and the light and heavy machine guns returned fire, the muzzles of the guns spewed tongues of fire, and dense bullets flew towards Yang Ling's machine gun position.

But Yang Ling and they did not show weakness, the two sides launched a confrontation of fire, the Min 24 machine gun roared dullly, from time to time there were brothers to water the red body of the gun, the white mist rose up, the bullet chain continued to send in, continuous, the two sides fought equally.

Yang Ling and they are now a reinforced regiment, and they have strong fortifications and trenches to rely on, although the devil's attack is fierce, it can't suppress them.

Bullets tore through the night sky like flying locusts, the air seemed to be burning, smoke was billowing out, and in the front-line trench fortifications, the corpses of the ghost soldiers who had been killed were strewn all over the ground, and blood was pouring down.

"It's all packed! Can't let one go! ”

Yang Ling's order was cold and ruthless, since he dared to come to a sneak attack, he had to be prepared to die.

In the front-line trenches, the ratio of the strength of the two sides has reached three to one, almost three brothers against a little devil, although the devil is strong, but it is still difficult.

The cold and hard face of the devil officer who led the team was full of fierce light, and he saw that his subordinates were constantly being cut down, and he howled again and again, wanting to lead people to retreat, but the back road was blocked by firepower, so he could only fight hard.

"Kill!"

Liu Yidao and the others were so enthusiastic that they kept peeling devils like peeling onions, and there were fewer and fewer devils who could stand, and those who stood were all covered in scars.

In less than half an hour, there were less than a few dozen of the hundreds of devils who broke through the position.

They formed a circle back to back, facing the Chinese officers and soldiers who came up from all around, still with fierce lights on their faces, and wanted to resist to the end.

"Lay down your arms and surrender! Otherwise, they'll all die! ”

Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion, who was dripping blood, stood on the trench wrapped in a tattered military uniform, shouting to the devil at the top of his voice.

Liu Yidao was anxious and shouted: "What nonsense are you giving them, the group seat has an order, and they are all slaughtered!"

"Kill Gaigai!"

The besieged devils saw Liu Yidao's unkind face, and seemed to know that they could not escape death, and under the howl of the officer, they rushed towards the brothers, wanting to fight to the death before they died.

"Fuck, kill me all!"

Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion, thought about persuading a few words, but when he saw that the devil was so unappreciative, he jumped up angrily.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

"Da Da Da-"

The brothers were already exhausted from killing, and they didn't bother to talk nonsense with the little devils, and a row of bullets passed, and the devils all fell before they could rush to them.

"Lao Tzu makes you fierce!" Liu Yidao was not relieved, and rushed forward to make up two more knives to the devil officer who had made a few holes in his body and had not yet been short of breath.

He had just seen the devil officer slash several of his brothers, and it wasn't until the devil officer's mouth began to gurgle and blood began to gush, that he stopped in relief.

The little devils who broke into the position were all cleaned up, and the guns of those little devils who wanted to come over for reinforcements also weakened and retreated into the darkness.

The devil stole the chicken and lost hundreds of people in a daze, and the 145th Wing Captain of the Devil Yozo Ichikawa, who was in charge of the attack in this direction, had a cold and hard face twitching.

Angry, he directly shot a hole in the head of a squadron leader who had returned from unfavorable support, and a large stream of sticky stuff sprayed a devil officer next to him all over his face.

This devil squadron leader was also unlucky, he couldn't rush up because he was pressed by Yang Ling's machine gun blocking fire, and he watched hundreds of people being slaughtered by Yang Ling and them, and before he could explain, he was collapsed by the angry wing leader.

Seeing that the co-captain Ichikawa Yozo was angry, the devil officers around him were all quiet, and the rest of the troops were still attacking, so they lost the first battle, and this battle was too bad.

"Call for artillery unit bombardment!" Wing Captain Ichikawa Yozo was very unwilling and ordered with a straight face.

"Hey!" A devil officer didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly rushed to the phone.

Soon, the devil artillery who was shelling in the direction of the 58th Division turned the muzzle, and a red light rose in the darkness, and the overwhelming shells smashed down on Yang Ling's defensive line.

"Fast forward to the bomb hole!"

"Machine guns! Lift the machine gun in! ”

Seeing the devil's artillery bombardment, the brothers who had just fought a bloody battle did not have time to cheer, and rushed to the anti-artillery hole amid the hoarse roars of the company platoon commanders.

The shells rained down on the position, and there was a roar of fire, and countless ammunition boxes and sandbags were lifted into the sky and torn to pieces.

The sky was illuminated red, waves of scorching air rolled along the trenches, thick black and viscous smoke stirred up, and the positions were blown to pieces.

The brethren huddled in the bomb holes panting, watching through the cracks as lightning explosions began to blow up one after another.

"Little devils are so rich!"

The blood-cagged brothers were choking on the smoke of gunpowder and coughing, and in the flickering anti-artillery holes, some were cursing, and some were smiling with joy for the rest of their lives.

As if they had been praised, the little devil's artillery blew up the entire position, and the loess on the ground quickly blew into black soil, and then began to smoke and burn.

The scorching heat was churning, the position was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and the brimstone incendiary bombs were also hit, everything that could be burned was burned, and the heat brought by the shelling enveloped the position, squeezing out the only moisture in the air.

Someone untied the kettle and tried to pour water into the smoking throat, but the kettle had already been punched out of the hole by the bullet, and the water had already run out of water before the battle was discovered.

"Give me some water to drink, I'm dying of thirst!" The brother stabbed the man next to him and spoke hoarsely.

Before the brother's words fell, the howls of the earth swept over again, and the devil's attack force came up again.

"Fuck, it's endless." A veteran platoon commander threw away the empty kettle and stood up and waved his arms: "Don't nest, the devil is coming up again!"

The bloodied and ragged brethren rushed out with their guns in their hands, and they were met by the heralds of the regimental headquarters.