On October 6, 1937, the 61st Division, which had fought a bloody battle with the Japanese army for three days and nights on the Yunzaobang front, was ordered to withdraw from its position, and the position was taken over by the 133rd Division of the Sichuan Army, which had traveled thousands of miles to the Songhu battlefield. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The 61st Division fought fiercely for three days and nights in the same front of the Japanese Ninth Division in Yunzaobang, fighting to the death, among which Li Zhong, the commander of the 361st Regiment, and Ji Weipei, the commander of the 365th Regiment, died heroically, and most of the troops were killed.

When the remnants of the 61st Division withdrew from their positions, the 8th, 59th, 77th, and 90th Divisions, which had also been fighting fiercely for several days and nights, withdrew from their positions one after another due to heavy losses and handed over to friendly forces that had come up to take over the defense.

The weather was gloomy and gloomy, as if there were countless unwanted souls unwilling to leave, and the fierce fighting turned the battlefield into scorched earth, and the rotting corpses did not have time to bury them, emitting a foul smell.

The shoulder of the old smoking gun was pierced by the devil's rifle, but fortunately the bullet did not leave in his body, and he was now hanging from his neck with a bandage, and his face was heavy.

Soldiers of the Jikawa Army, dressed in straw sandals, were busy on the corpse-strewn position, repairing the battered position that had been bombarded by devil fire.

In this cold and damp Jiangnan area, there are no reinforced concrete, only simple trenches dug by civil engineering, which will be shattered immediately after the bombardment, and they have to dig again after each battle in order to survive for a few more hours, which is better than nothing.

Xiong Dawu, the commander of the third battalion and the first company, was an old rival of the old smoking gun, scrambling for ammunition and food...... Every time they met, they would blow their beards and stare at each other, but now Xiong Dawu would never grab things with the old smoking gun again.

His corpse had been poked into several blood holes, the blood had solidified into a black-brown color, and the old smoking gun squatted next to the corpse, lit half of the cigarette and took a puff and put it in Xiong Dawu's mouth.

"Old brother, it's okay if you leave, you and I have been fighting for a lifetime, and you will never have a chance to rob me again......" The old smoker muttered to himself, while wiping Xiong Dawu's face full of dirt and blood, and in the end he was already choked up, stretching out his sleeve and constantly wiping his tears.

From Wusongkou to Yunzaobang, the old smoker watched the brothers fall under the guns of the devils with his own eyes, he didn't cry, gritted his teeth and fought to the death with the devils.

And now that the last familiar brother is gone, the old smoking gun can't hold back any longer, and the iron-clad man who doesn't frown in the face of the devil's bullets sheds tears uncontrollably, and his eyes are a little red and swollen.

Their 61st Division Wusongkou was disabled, only a few hundred people were left to be reduced to a regiment, after regrouping, now the bloody battle for three days and nights, and it is all gone, a vicious circle, the Songhu battlefield is like a furnace of blood and fire, swallowing countless fresh lives into it.

The remnants of the soldiers were also rummaging among the corpses for their companions, and from time to time there were low cries, and the atmosphere was heavy.

Yang Ling pinched the pocket watch in the pocket of the regiment commander Li Zhong in his hand, and was silent for a long time, the mountains and rivers were tragic, and the voice of the regiment commander Li Zhong echoed in his ears for a long time: Even if the person is dead! Positions cannot be lost!

"Brother Yang, people can't be resurrected after death, you look at the point." Lin Xiaohou, the head of the 799 regiment, saw Yang Ling, who was silent, and walked over and patted his shoulder to show comfort.

Yang Ling took a deep breath and buried his sadness deep in his heart, he knew that this war was not over, and he Yang Ling would not stop fighting, this was a blood debt.

"That, Brother Yang, can you not take the cannon you captured and leave it to us." Lin Xiaohou pointed to the captured devil soldier in the distance and asked for Yang Ling's opinion.

Seeing that Yang Ling didn't speak, Lin Xiaohou added: "I won't let you suffer, I can write you an IOU, as long as this battle is over, whether you want the ocean or artillery, we will all agree to ......"

Lin Xiaohou said that in the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, looking at Yang Ling's face with embarrassment, he also wanted to give Xian Dayang, but they were too poor, and now they didn't have a copper plate on their bodies.

But they had eight light machine guns in their entire regiment, and the rest of the soldiers were holding the old Mauser made in Sichuan, the old sleeve, and many rifling were smoothed, and the firepower was too weak, so they pulled down their faces and prayed to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling looked around, it was already late autumn, and it was already very cold in the humid south of the Yangtze River, and these Sichuan soldiers who had traveled thousands of miles to the battlefield were still wearing shabby single clothes and straw shoes, and they didn't even have a drinking water bottle, so they replaced them with half a bamboo tube.

Looking at their tired bodies, his heart was fluttering, defending the country was not a slogan, but these poorly equipped soldiers practiced with their lives, and his mood became heavier and heavier.

"That, Brother Yang, what do you think? Even if you lend it to us. Although the head of the regiment, Lin Xiaohou, is the head of the regiment, but now after all, he has a request for others, and he is a little low-voiced.

They defended their country with their lives, but they had to bow their noble heads for weapons and ammunition.

Yang Ling raised his head, looked at the thin and swarthy regiment leader in front of him, and said: "Commander Lin, they are all Chinese, they are all devils, why bother so much, since you want to use it, take it, anyway, we don't need to retreat."

Lin Xiaohou didn't expect Yang Ling to be so refreshing, but he was a little embarrassed: "That, Brother Yang, we can't let you suffer, I'll write an IOU, and we will return the new one to you when we go back."

Yang Ling waved his hand to stop it, and shouted at the old smoker gun and them: "Leave all the machine guns we captured to the brothers of the 799th regiment, let them fight devils!"

Lin Xiaohou was very honest and honest, and he didn't know how to express his gratitude for a while in the face of a huge surprise, but it was the rest of the Sichuan soldiers who expressed their gratitude.

"You can rest assured that you can go down and rest, as long as we are here, little Japan will not want to step here!"

"Lao Tzu wants to beat the little Japanese to pee his pants!"

"Hahaha, you don't have to pee your pants."

"Lao Tzu is here to fight the national war, so Lao Tzu can't bird pants."

These tired Sichuan soldiers assured that there were bursts of laughter from the position, and they did not know what kind of brutal bloody battle awaited them.

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army stepped on the battlefield against the devil soldiers for the first time, and they didn't know how powerful the devil soldiers were, they felt glorious and excited, but Yang Ling couldn't be happy in his heart.

"Commander Lin, you pay attention to the anti-artillery, remember that the devil's attacks are all shelling, infantry charges, and then shelling......" After Yang Ling explained to Lin Xiaohou, he fled from the position full of their comrades with the remnants of the soldiers.

The reason why Yang Ling wanted to flee was because he couldn't bear to watch these new Sichuan soldiers fall under the guns of the devils one by one, he had seen too many such tragic scenes, he couldn't bear to see them again.

Sometimes knowing history is a very painful thing, although those Sichuan soldiers are as high as newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, but Yang Ling knows that they will eventually pay for their lives, and he knows that the 799 regiment fought to the end and there were only eight people left in the whole regiment......

Yang Ling was very painful, although Qingshan buried the bones everywhere, why should he return the body of the horse leather, but watching these soldiers go forward one after another, and then they were shot and fell to the ground, and the scenes were repeated repeatedly, so that he couldn't help but want to escape, fleeing far away.