The red sunset was dazzling, and the battle lasted until dusk, and under the encirclement and suppression of the brothers in each battalion, the remnants of the small forces of devils who hid in the city and continued to resist were basically wiped out. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The black smoke and the battered Inner Yellow City were reflected in the setting sun and gilded with a layer of golden light, and the brothers in mottled military uniforms stood in the ruined ruins and shouted loudly with their guns covered with mud and dust, and many brothers hugged each other and wept with joy.

Since the Nanjing Breakout Battle, the brothers have been holding a breath in their hearts, that is, to take revenge, although they have been going to the Lanfeng battlefield since the good news has been frequent, but the recovery of Inner Huangcheng has pushed their emotions to the top, and finally raised their eyebrows once.

Looking at the cheering brothers, the commanders at all levels also rarely let go of their tense faces, and sat down in the ruins with no strength, watching the brothers laugh and suffer, and their hearts were mixed.

They recovered the Inner Yellow City occupied by the devils, but the casualties were also not small, not to mention that the Inner Yellow City had been reduced to ruins in the battle, looking at the broken walls that were blackened with gunsmoke, some people sighed heavily.

The division commander Wang Yaowu personally carried a gun to supervise the battle, and when he heard the report that the devils in the city had been cleared, his serious face finally showed a smile, and the brothers did not live up to his expectations and did not disgrace their 51st Division.

"Report!" The heralds of the division headquarters soon rushed to the units with the orders of the division commander Wang Yaowu to convey the new orders.

"Speak"

"The division commander ordered all regiments to hurry up and clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded."

"Got it."

After a military salute, the herald quickly turned and trotted to the next regiment.

The battlefield has become the hell of Shura, the corpses of both sides are piled up on top of each other, and the blood that flows out has turned black and red.

Unable to rest, the weary brethren withdrew their bullets from the chambers of their guns and began to step into the blood-soaked battlefield, carrying and burying the corpses and collecting the spoils.

The devil's resistance is tenacious, every street in the inner Yellow City has gone through repeated battles, many corpses were separated by the devil's grenadier bombardment, looking at the brothers who died in different ways, a strong sadness spread among the brothers, and the atmosphere was heavy.

The company commander Junzi's cheeks were sticky and stained with blood, the dust was earthy, sweat was left along his cheeks, and his dirty face suddenly turned east and west.

He tried hard to separate the two dead who were pinched together, but the bodies were already stiff, and the two sides who were hugging each other before dying were tightly pinched together, and they couldn't be separated at all.

"Come here and take a hand." Company Commander Junko shouted to the brother next to him.

A platoon commander trotted over, looked at the dead bodies of the two sides that were entangled, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Company commander, why bother so much, let's bury them together." ”

"What the hell are you talking about, can our brothers be buried with the brute, get out here and help!" Junko scolded a little angrily, the platoon commander didn't dare to refute, jumped off the tunnel, and the two of them took a lot of effort to separate the two sides.

"It's all for Lao Tzu to listen to, find out our brothers who don't fall behind, and try to find all the arms and legs that are blown up, they have blocked the bullets and dead balls for us, and our living people have to let them clean and clean into the ground, and send them on their last journey!"

The brothers carried the bodies of the brothers who died in the battle out of the battlefield one by one, and the old smoking gun led people to wipe the mud and blood on their faces one by one.

"Deputy battalion commander, why are you crying?" An eighteen-year-old brother pointed his head to the wrong state of the old smoking gun and asked.

The old cigarette gun hurriedly stretched out his sleeve and wiped his eyes, knocked the young brother's head with the dry tobacco gun and cursed: "I have blown sand into my eyes, you do your job well, why do you talk so much nonsense." “

"I'm going to smoke a bag of cigarettes." As he spoke, he stood up and walked into the distance, looking at the sacrificed brothers and his heart tightened.

There were too many corpses on the battlefield, and the brothers were busy until the middle of the moon to bury all the brothers who had died, and as for the little devils who were hated, they were not treated so well, and they blew up several large craters with bombs, threw them indiscriminately, and buried them hastily, after all, the weather was hot, and they were worried about the plague.

Captain and company commander Wang Huzi didn't know where to get a broken door board, and made a simple tombstone for the buried brothers with black charcoal as a pen, although it was simple, but it was a part of their heart.

"You guys go and get me the big rocks over there, let's make a mark, and when the devils are driven out of China, we have to come back to pick up the brothers and go home, so that we don't find a place by then." The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, was silent all the time, and then ordered such a sentence.

Yang Ling knew his thoughts, waved at Wang Huzi and them, and several of them worked together to get a big stone and put it next to the cemetery, looking at the lonely cemetery, the lonely stone, Yang Ling felt an unprecedented sense of loss welling up in his heart.

In the war of resistance of blood and fire, how many martyrs who defended their families and defended the country were buried in a foreign land and never heard from again, they paid the price of their lives for the country and the nation, but the magnificent mountains and rivers guarded by the white bones have remembered them, I hope they can return to their hometown.

After cleaning up the battlefield, the brothers set up camp outside the city, and campfires lit up on the flat wilderness like stars in the sky, competing with the bright moon.

The officers of all ranks were busy counting the casualties, and the brothers in the cooking squad set up a cauldron and began to cook, and the brothers sat around the campfire, which was captured, and soon the sadness that hung in the air was diluted by laughter.

Division Commander Wang Yaowu convened a meeting of officers at and above the battalion level of the division, which was obviously much more empty than the pre-war meeting, and many officers were killed in the daytime battle, and everyone present was also scarred.

Division Commander Wang Yaowu didn't expect them to be able to conquer Neihuangcheng so quickly, so there was an unconcealed excitement on his face, and his eyebrows fluttered to inform the enemy on the battlefield.

Yang Ling learned from the report of the division commander Wang Yaowu that when they conquered Neihuangcheng to clean up the battlefield, the 87th Division also conquered Yifengcheng, but it was only a few hours later than them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time our 51st Division fought bravely, carried forward the spirit of daring to attack fortifications and not being afraid of sacrifice, we completed the combat mission earlier than the 87th Division, and greatly increased the prestige of our 74th Army, I, Wang Yaowu, have thanked you here, and I hope you will make persistent efforts!"

The 87th Division is a well-known ace German armor division, although it was disabled after Shanghai and Nanjing, after a series of rectifications, although the combat effectiveness has decreased a lot, although it is really dead, but the name is still there, this time they fought better than the 87th Division, which has made them very happy.

The division commander Wang Yaowu was also very happy, and then analyzed the reasons for being able to quickly conquer Neihuangcheng this time, and finally praised the 301 regiment on the spot, not only praising them for their bravery, but also named the deputy regiment commander Yang Ling, after all, he contributed to the success of this operation.

The officers around him were all brave generals of the 74th Army, and most of them were from various military academies, and they didn't care about Yang Ling, the deputy commander who was promoted to the top soldier, but this time they were convinced, and they gave him applause without hesitation, which made Yang Ling a little nervous.

Wang Yaowu waved Yang Ling and the regiment commander Zhang Handuo to sit down, and then praised several battalions for their bravery, and also criticized those officers who were unfavorable in battle, and showed no mercy, which made Yang Ling see his clear side of rewards and punishments for governing the army.

After the battle summary was over, the meeting soon got to the main topic, that is, to make a new combat deployment in response to the current enemy situation.

"Now that the Japanese army in front of me has retreated to Renji, the rest of the main force of the Japanese army has been compressed in Maogu Village, the area of Shuangtaji, the Japanese army has become a turtle in the urn, and they can't run!" The division commander Wang Yaowu spoke sonorously and forcefully, and the brothers also raised their spirits when they listened.

"In the next step, the combat goal of our division is to pull out the point operation, attack in the direction of Renji, pull out the Japanese strongholds along the way, and cooperate with friendly forces to annihilate its main force in Maogu Village and Shuangtaji!"