Under the gray sky, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, blood gushing out of the wounds of corpses, and then seeping into the mud, the earth was blood-red, and the atmosphere was dull and oppressive. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The devil soldiers were repulsed, but there was no cheering or celebration on the ground, and the remnants of the weakened soldiers collapsed in the fragmented trenches, gasping for breath.

The remnants of the soldiers were glad that they were still alive, and their faces were full of joy, but the thought of their dead companions made tears fall uncontrollably, and then left bright traces of water on their dusty cheeks.

The bodies of the newly fallen soldiers were piled on top of the original dead bodies, piled up on top of each other, as high as a hill, with the smell of decay, and the ground was stained with blood and a sticky mud.

The old cigarette gun leaned against the corpse, his hands trembled and lit the match, he leaned in front of the cigarette gun and lit it, smashed it violently, the green smoke rose, he lay comfortably on the corpse pile, closed his eyes, damn, it's good to be alive.

When fighting hand-to-hand with the devil soldiers, everyone was going all out, and their nerves were highly nervous, because it was related to their lives, related to the gains and losses of the position, everyone fought hard with the devil soldiers, and now they suddenly relaxed, and suddenly felt like they were falling apart.

There were only more than forty people in the remnants of the soldiers who were still gasping, and in less than twenty minutes, more than half of the more than 100 people were killed, looking at the sparse figure, Yang Ling's heart felt a little guilty, if it wasn't for himself, maybe they would have returned to their original troops by now.

But then Yang Ling put his thoughts away, there are wars everywhere here, there are fights everywhere, the mountains and rivers are broken and the eyes are full of devastation, even if they return to their original troops, the situation is not necessarily better than now, since they become a soldier, they have to take on the responsibility of protecting their families and defending the country, it is the same everywhere, this is the fate of soldiers.

The ghost soldiers retreated in a hurry, and more than 70 corpses were scattered on the positions of the Chinese army, Wu Zhenguo happily led people to gather their equipment, rubbing those new 38 big cover rifles, and his face showed joy.

After every fierce battle, the defenders will collect the ammunition left by the devil soldiers to replenish the consumption, helpless and powerless.

Yang Ling held the 38 big cover rifle and fought, the pain in his left leg made him can't help but inhale, the bayonet of the devil soldier was sharp, and a hole five or six millimeters deep was poked in his thigh, fortunately the blood was stopped, otherwise this leg would be useless.

Like Yang Ling, almost all of the surviving remnants were wounded, and the wounded and undead were lying in the trenches howling in pain, but in this era of lack of medical treatment, whether they can survive can only depend on luck.

"Don't be stunned, retreat five hundred meters back." Yang Ling moistened his somewhat dry throat and greeted the remnants of the soldiers who were lying on the ground tiredly.

Yang Ling killed seventeen devils alone in the white-knuckle battle with the devils, and the remnants of the soldiers were obvious to all, although they were injured now, but in the hearts of the remnants, Yang Ling's thin body was getting more and more upright, like a solid mountain, which convinced them and made their prestige stronger.

The devil's combat has always been mechanical and rigid, according to their drills meticulously executed, bombing, shelling, infantry charge, then bombing and then infantry charge, this is their usual trick, a little careful people will take precautions in advance.

Now that the devil has been repulsed, then what will definitely follow is a fierce shelling, Yang Ling is almost sure.

Seeing Yang Ling's order to retreat, Wu Zhenguo was also slightly stunned, the devil's artillery bombardment and infantry charge were the experiences they had summed up after countless deaths, but he didn't expect that Yang Ling, the platoon commander who broke through from the occupied area, actually understood, and he couldn't see through this monster-like person more and more.

is obviously so thin that it can be blown down by a gust of wind, but when facing the devil soldiers, he can burst out with great strength, and he is clearly just a little-known small second lieutenant platoon commander, but he dares to bow down to the company commander like the old smoking gun.

Even the sharpshooter Luo Ziqiang did not hesitate to carry out Yang Ling's order, which made Wu Zhenguo very puzzled, but then he shook his head with a smile, what did he want to do so much, as long as he could help himself hold his position, everything would be fine.

Looking at the scattered remnants, Wu Zhenguo also felt a little guilty in his heart, and wanted to let them help defend the position, but he didn't expect the devil to increase the strength of the attack to a squadron, which he did not expect.

The remnants were like ghosts on the battlefield, in tatters, dragging their guns towards the back, accustomed to seeing too many deaths, and now they had become a little numb.

The attack of the Eighteenth Wing of the Devils was repulsed again, and they left countless corpses behind and retreated in disarray, and with the sound of Didi's telegram, the telegram requesting heavy artillery support was sent to the heavy artillery brigade in the rear.

The warships of the devils sailed into the Huangpu River and bombarded the positions of the Chinese defenders on both sides of the river, but the 18th Wing had already advanced and broken into the Yanghang area of Fuzaobang, and the support of the naval artillery was already insufficient, so they asked for heavy artillery support from the army.

The two heavy artillery brigades of the devils were drawn south from North China to join the Shanghai Dispatch Army, and the heavy artillery brigades had strong firepower, each brigade had a full 40 105 mm heavy guns, in addition to 20 240 mm heavy cannons, 10 305 mm heavy howitzers, and other caliber artillery.

Compared to the Chinese defenders with only a small number of heavy machine guns, the devil's heavy artillery is a nightmare-like existence, and now that the 18th Division has knocked down the devil, Yang Ling can predict that the devil's artillery coverage will definitely come soon.

The battle ahead fell into a state of anxiety, in the face of the stubborn resistance of the Chinese defenders, the attacking troops were once again blocked, with the sound of squeaking metal rubbing, the devil fully thirty 150 mm heavy guns raised their thick black metal barrels, aimed at the direction of the Chinese defenders' positions and showed a hideous face.

"Tom!" A heavy cannon made a loud tom sound, and the violent anti-shock force caused a puff of smoke and dust to rise from the artillery position.

A test-fired artillery shell crossed the Devil's infantry position and whistled in a graceful arc towards the Chinese defenders' positions, and the sound of tears could be heard in the air.

Rumble! A huge cloud of smoke and mushrooms rose from the position of the Eighteenth Division, and the earth shook violently under the light of the explosion, as if it had experienced a ten-magnitude earthquake, and many people's hearts were beating fiercely, and their teeth couldn't help but chatter.

Looking at the huge smoke and dust rising from the friendly positions on the left, Yang Ling's complexion changed, and Wu Zhenguo's face also changed, damn, they thought that the devil would bombard with the 92-style infantry artillery, but they didn't expect the devil to use heavy artillery!

"Run! Run to the back! Yang Ling swung hard and roared at the remnants who were stunned in place.

Countless small black dots in the sky continued to expand in Yang Ling's pupils, as if Mount Tai was overpowering, Yang Ling couldn't help but roar, running backwards with a 38 big cover rifle, surrounded by the frightened shouts of the remnants.