The trenches of the supplementary company gradually took shape under the personal command of Yang Ling, and the communication trenches, infantry bunkers, machine gun bunkers, anti-tank trenches, and hidden soldiers made the entire position look fragmented, but compared with the shallow single-line trenches before, the current defensive capability has been greatly enhanced. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The groundwater seeped out after digging down the trench for about a meter, and the bottom of the trench had turned into a puddle of mud, which was even more muddy after being trampled back and forth.

The leggings of the remnants were covered with mud and a thick layer of mud, and they felt wet and cold, and at this moment they were nesting in the half-hidden caves, lighting a bonfire to burn their wet pants and leggings.

The scorching flames rose, and the damp clothes and trousers on the branches of the trees emitted bursts of white steam, and the remnants of the soldiers huddled around the fire, the orange light of the fire reflecting their tired faces and turning red.

"I said company commander, can we use this trench so deeply?" Luo Dayong held his precious Czech light machine gun in his arms, and was drowsy from the warm flames, and raised his head to ask the old smoking gun.

The old smoking gun lit the dry smoke gun in the fire and smothed it, looked at the crooked trenches lying across the position, and replied with some uncertainty: "It should be able to be used." ”

In fact, the old smoking gun didn't know if this trench could stop the attack of the little devil if it was dug so deeply, but since Yang Ling said so, it should at least be of some use for them to do it.

Now Yang Ling has become the backbone of the more than 30 remnants of the supplementary company, what he said still has a trace of weight, and the reason why Yang Ling let the remnants toss and dig trenches is just to improve their chances of survival.

The fat man Tian San ran to the fire with one foot deep and one foot shallow along the trench, put his cold hands on the fire and roasted them, and felt that his numb hands had a trace of consciousness before moving aside.

"Company Commander Zhou, the company deputy asked us to cut some reed stalks and put them in the trenches."

Luo Dayong was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I said that the toss is still over, and I haven't taken a breath yet, and I have to work again." ”

The old smoker also felt that he was physically and mentally exhausted, and after continuous marching and then digging trenches for several hours, he felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

"Alright, get up, it's better to get some reed stalks to pad in the trenches than to wade in the mud." The old cigarette gun interrupted Luo Dayong, who was muttering in his mouth, and stood up and beckoned the remnants to chop the reed stalks.

The reeds that grew along the river were numerous and thick, and it was not much effort, and soon the old smokers cut down many reeds and put them in the trenches, and with the stalks of reeds on the thin mud, although there was still water seeping out, it was better than stepping on the mud with their feet.

"Hehe, don't say it, with this reed stalk pad, it's much better than before." Luo Dayong stepped on the trench, like a child who had discovered some secret, and grinned.

"You don't even look at who wants to pay attention, even the deputy is smart." Some remnants began to admire Yang Ling, although it was only a small change, and it also made them feel much more comfortable in the trenches.

Luo Dayong waved his hand to interrupt the remnant soldier's words: "Okay, okay, you know how to pat on the back." ”

"Hey, what are we doing with the deputy?" Luo Dayong looked around, didn't see Yang Ling's figure, and turned his head to ask the remnants.

The remnants of the soldiers also looked around, and soon they saw a busy figure in the twilight in front of the position, and they climbed out of the trench to take a closer look, it was not their Yang Lian deputy.

"Deputy Lian, what are you busy with?" Luo Dayong leaned in and asked.

"Don't move, there's a bomb under your feet." Yang Ling's reminder startled Luo Dayong, and he paused suddenly, only to find that there was a thin wire only half a meter away from him, and the two ends were tied with grenades that had been unscrewed.

Luo Dayong carefully put his feet back, and let out a cold sweat, damn, Lao Tzu almost reimbursed.

The remnants of the surrounding soldiers also stopped and didn't dare to move forward, seeing Yang Ling busy in front of their position alone, they held their breath, looking at the thin figure, only then did they feel glad that Yang Ling was their own deputy, if it was a devil, they didn't know how they died, and they couldn't see through Yang Ling more and more.

Yang Ling used to be the king of soldiers, and it was a piece of cake to bury some tricks in front of the position, anyway, now they have a lot of grenades in their hands, so he prepared a big meal for the devil.

Watching Yang Ling unscrew the covers of the grenades one by one and straighten the ends with ropes and arrange them in front of the position, Luo Dayong gasped in their hearts, if the devil's infantry hit the thin line, the grenades would definitely be detonated.

"If the devil comes, he won't die a lot?" Seeing so many grenades being placed in front of the position, Li Mazi swallowed his saliva and said.

"The devil is going to be blown up in a big way, haha." The remnants suddenly felt that it was quite pitiful for the little devil to meet their deputy Yang Lian.

"Give me two more grenades." Just as the remnants of the soldiers were pointing at the ambushed grenades with excitement on their faces, Yang Ling's voice came.

Luo Dayong hurriedly untied the two grenades hanging from his waist, and cautiously reached out and handed them to Yang Ling, for fear that he would hit the thin line and be blown up into the sky.

Yang Ling arranged more than forty grenades in the open space in front of the position, not a random line, but on both sides, leaving a passage for the devils to attack in the center, and the other end of the passage is the machine gun bunker of the supplementary company, as long as the devils enter this passage, Yang Ling ensures that the little devils will not return.

After arranging everything, Yang Ling estimated that it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and the sky had completely darkened, and now there was no watch and did not know the specific time, but the cannon on the other side of the river was getting closer and closer, and it was estimated that the devils would arrive on the other side of the river tomorrow morning at the latest.

"Let's all go to the back to rest and replenish our strength." Yang Ling waved his hand and took the lead towards the hidden soldier cave behind, and the remnants knew that there were mines buried in front of the position, so they all retreated to the back of the position to sleep and replenish their strength.

Now on the battlefield of Songhu, the Chinese army and the devil army have become a pot of porridge, in the face of the stubborn resistance of the Chinese army, although the devil has an overwhelming advantage in equipment, but the progress is slow, the devil originally wanted to fight a quick victory, but it became a bad battle, their domestic resources are limited, two months of fighting has made their high-level very dissatisfied.

In order to end the entanglement with the Chinese army in the Shanghai area as soon as possible, Matsui Ishine, commander of the Shanghai Dispatch Army, concentrated the strong forces of the 3rd, 9th, 13th, and 101st divisions at the end of October, prepared to force the crossing of Fumohama to carry out the tactics of breaking through the center, and attacked Dachang Town and Nanxiang Station today, completely defeating the Chinese army.

In the face of the fierce attack of the Japanese army, the Chinese army had lost its positions on the left bank one after another, and could only temporarily transfer the 61st Division, which had just been reorganized, to the right bank of Fumohama in an attempt to block the Japanese army from crossing the river.

In order to avoid exposing the target, the bonfire has been extinguished, but the remaining temperature still makes the remnants feel warm, they gather together in twos and threes whispering from the north and south, Yang Ling rests his head on the reed pole, looking at the night sky illuminated by the streamer from time to time, he has a lot of thoughts, he knows that the cruel battle is coming, and the remnants here don't know how much they can survive.