The dawn illuminates the earth, and the late autumn morning is cold and cold, and the gunfire of Dingjiaqiao gradually taunts, and finally returns to silence. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Gray bricks and black smoke frame the angular and monotonous background, and the broken ruins are stacked with corpses, scattered guns, and the green smoke that winds and fills the air, telling people the cruelty of war.

The 174th Division did not stop at Dingjiaqiao, which had been conquered with great sacrifices, but only left a platoon of troops to clean up the battlefield, and the main force rushed directly to Taoyuanbang, the established combat target, overnight.

The gunfire in the direction of Taoyuanbang was still intense, but for the soldiers who stayed behind to clean up the battlefield at Dingjiaqiao, they had become spectators.

Not everyone wants to be a spectator, Li Tiezhu, the platoon commander of the Gui Army, who has a bandage on his head and stands straight, is very reluctant, he has traveled thousands of miles to the battlefield to fight Japanese ghosts, not to stay in the rear to do such trivial things as cleaning.

His gaze swept over the criss-crossing ditches and fields, drifting to the roaring Taoyuanbang, hoping that the communications troops in front would bring back the order and transfer him up to attack the fortifications, but his eyes forgot to see through the autumn water and did not see half a figure coming back, and he couldn't help but be a little depressed.

"Platoon commander, we have several brothers who can't do it." A middle-aged soldier hurried to Li Tiezhu, his voice a little choked.

Li Tiezhu reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the direction of Taoyuanbang, recovering his messy hair with his steel helmet, and turned around and went straight to the dilapidated house where the wounded were housed.

Stepping on the rubble and rubble on the ground, and crossing a messy street, Li Tiezhu strode into a temporary settlement for wounded soldiers.

"Platoon commander." When the surrounding soldiers saw Li Tiezhu coming in, they all opened their mouths to say hello.

Li Tiezhu was in a very low mood, did not speak, walked straight to several seriously injured people lying on the wooden board, squatted down, looked at these comrades who were covered in flesh and blood and had a weak breath, and his heart was full of unpleasant feelings.

They lack medical care and can grit their teeth in the face of simple injuries, but most of the seriously injured can only die in pain......

These are all old brothers who came out of Guangxi, who were seriously injured in last night's attack, and they were so badly injured in poor medical conditions that they were waiting for death to be waiting for death, and at this moment they have reached the last moment of life and death.

"Platoon...... Platoon commander, am I dying ....... Seeing Li Tiezhu coming, a seriously injured man screamed with his lips squirming, but before the words could be spoken, tears had already flowed down his cheeks.

Li Tiezhu held his brother's hand tightly, and squeezed out a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying to comfort: "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a little injured, and you can't die."

"Platoon commander, but I feel so much pain in my stomach......" The seriously wounded man lay on the plank, his face full of pain.

Li Tiezhu looked at the seriously injured man's stomach that had been blown open, turned his face away, tears flashed in his eyes, he tried his best to hold back the tears, turned his head and said in a choked voice: "Sleep, sleep will not hurt."

"Platoon... Platoon commander, don't lie to me. ”

"Don't lie to you, sleep, sleep well, close your eyes, sleep and everything."

The seriously wounded man's lips squirmed, and he wanted to say something more, but he felt more and more weak, and his hand holding Li Tiezhu slowly drooped down, and soon he was out of breath.

"Ahem, cough, cough-" The seriously wounded man lying on the wooden board next to him coughed, gurgling blood coming out of his mouth, he struggled, his face full of pain: "Platoon commander... Give me a good ...... Beg... Please......"

Li Tiezhu shook his head in pain, he couldn't bear to shoot at his brother.

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Under the wall full of bullet holes, Yang Ling was raising his head and holding a kettle to grunt cold water into his stomach at this moment.

The cool and cold water poured down his throat and into his stomach, Yang Ling felt a lot better, and his thoughts became clear again.

Although the Dingjia Bridge was conquered, and more than 400 devils were killed, their own losses were also very large, and there were more than 10 brothers who followed Yang Ling.

Although Yang Ling has seen countless people who are called by name and who can't be named die in front of him these days, he has become a little numb, but people can be ruthless, and he is still heavy and sad in his heart.

But what can grief do, in the face of the devil's aircraft artillery, as long as this war is not over, then the sacrifice will continue.

The old king carried a few bulging canvas bags, walked through the rubble and returned to the wall full of bullet holes, and sat next to Yang Ling, gasping for breath.

The canvas bag was used for the devil's ammunition hand-loaded, but at the moment it had been stuffed with dry food scavenged from the devil's corpse.

The dry food was specially collected by Yang Ling asked Lao Wangtou, because he knew that they would not be replenished for a long time in the future, so in order not to starve, he could only prepare in advance.

Because Yang Ling knew that soon the situation on the battlefield would take a sharp turn for the worse, although the troops of the counteroffensive were advancing gradually and recovering many positions that had fallen a few days ago, but there was no strong firepower to support, and after the flesh and blood were exhausted, they would always be defeated.

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The troops of the 174th Division attacking Taoyuanbang were withdrawn at noon, and along the muddy paths, the fields were full of Gui soldiers evacuating to Dingjiaqiao, and the mountains were densely packed all over the fields.

From Dingjiaqiao to Taoyuanbang is an open area without shelter, and the Chinese army can still support the charge in the night, but as soon as the day dawns, the Chinese army in the open area is immediately covered by devil artillery fire.

The devil's air force also immediately took off dozens of planes to bomb and strafe, and the yellow uniforms of the soldiers of the Gui army became the best live target, and the fierce battle lasted until noon, and the troops of the Gui army were finally exhausted, and the commanders at all levels had to order to retreat to Dingjiaqiao to hold their positions, and prepare for a counterattack after dark.

The ruined Dingjiaqiao position became noisy again, and the withdrawn troops suffered heavy casualties, and the streets were full of wounded soldiers groaning in pain, but no one cared about them at the moment.

Because the main force of the Japanese 3rd Division had already pursued the withdrawn troops and pounced, all those who could move had already picked up their guns and entered the outer trenches.

"How did you lose it?" Old Wang Tou looked at the bloodstained soldiers of the Gui Army, and couldn't figure it out.

The soldiers of the Gui army were also aggrieved, their heroic and fearless charge did not bring victory, only rising casualties, in just one morning, many battalion and company commanders were almost all wiped out, and they were also unwilling.

"If the Japanese ghosts had no artillery planes, we would have won a long time ago!" There were veterans who sat in the trenches and sighed unwillingly.

They saw that they could regain the Taoyuanbang position, but the Devil's Third Division also launched a fierce attack on them at this moment, and the artillery fire was continuous.

The commanders of the attacking Gui army were really unwilling and launched a forced charge, trying to break through the defense line of the devils, but after two hours of bloody fighting, instead of breaking through the artillery blockade of the devils, they suffered heavy casualties and had to retreat to Dingjiaqiao to hold their positions.

Looking at the dilapidated Dingjiaqiao position, looking at the scarred soldiers of the Gui Army, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly, what should come will always come, and he can't escape or hide.