As soon as the sky was bright, the formation of devil planes painted with blood-red sunburst flags flew to the defenders' positions outside Jiangyin, and bombs fell like sheep bombs, and the defenders' positions suddenly turned into a sea of gunpowder and fire. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Damn, I won't let people eat this breakfast!" A meaty captain in the trench viciously took a vicious bite of the dirt-covered multigrain cake, chewing and cursing dissatisfiedly.

The devil's attack became more and more fierce, and the Chinese defenders fought in the periphery of Jiangyin in the past two days, and the blood flowed like a river, which put the defenders under tremendous pressure.

The fierce captain cursed a few mouthfuls of mud-stained multigrain cakes, and sat down in front of a grizzled major with a gun.

"I said battalion commander, this devil is like crazy, we have less than two hundred brothers left, I'm afraid I can't stand it today, do you want to call the division headquarters and send us some reinforcements?"

The battalion commander with his back against the trench is called Zhao Wenbin, delicate and elegant like a woman, originally a staff officer in the regiment, the commander of the second battalion died, so he drove the duck to the shelves and was sent over as the commander of the second battalion.

However, these two battalions did not dare to underestimate this seemingly innocent Zhao Wenbin, although he seemed to be like a girl, he was desperate to fight and was fiercely scary.

Zhao Wenbin leaned his back on the scorched earth mixed with blood, stretched out his hands that were more beautiful than a woman to dust off the soil on the multigrain cake, and chewed it slowly, ignoring the words of the captain and company commander at all.

Zhao Wenbin's heart was clear, all the troops had been fighting hard in the past few days, and the battalion and company-level cadres in the neighboring regiments had changed several times, and it was useless to make phone calls, let alone the division headquarters, and the headquarters could not send reinforcements.

Now Jiangyin has become an isolated island, and the devil cavalry has blocked their retreat road in a roundabout way, and they are the fat on the lips of the thirteenth division of the devil.

The devils want to eat them to increase their military exploits, and the Nanjing side hopes that they will become stubborn bones and drag the 13th division of the devils, and drag on for as long as they can, so that the troops behind them can calmly deploy defenses, so they are already outcasts to a certain extent.

Seeing that Zhao Wenbin was gnawing on the multigrain cake and did not speak, the captain and company commander were not annoyed, but continued to speak: "Battalion commander, even if you don't come to reinforcements, let the fortress artillery come with a few heavy guns when we are in trouble, otherwise the brothers will all be reimbursed here today."

Zhao Wenbin swallowed the residue of the multigrain cake into his throat, patted the dirt on his buttocks and stood up, and said coldly: "You go and tell the brothers that we can't wait for reinforcements!" But we are the Northeast gentlemen! The four eastern provinces were lost and scolded, we admit it, but this time it is death! I have to die on the battlefield of Jiangyin! Die vigorously! We can't let people poke the backbone for a lifetime! ”

Zhao Wenbin's voice was hoarse, but he was determined to die, and the captain company commander gritted his teeth and said, "Battalion commander, don't worry!" Our Northeast Army has no seeds! Our 122nd Division has no bad seeds! The little devil wants to take our position, so he is ready to exchange his life! ”

Their Northeast Army lost the four northeastern provinces, and also abandoned their parents and families, they have been suffering from white eyes in the customs all these years, they have been aggrieved in their hearts, and they have been charging forward every time they fight, but they can't get anyone's understanding, this time Zhao Wenbin hopes to play the bloody nature of the Northeast Army, and tell the people that the Northeast Army is not greedy for life and afraid of death!

"Battalion commander! The little devil's death squad is up! ”

As soon as the artillery fire of the devils stopped, and the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, the observation sentry shouted at the top of his voice.

When Zhao Wenbin heard that it was the death squad of the devil soldiers, there was no expression on his indifferent face, and he calmly ordered: "Prepare for battle!"

The equipment and soldier quality of the Northeast Army are much higher than those of other provincial armies, and they also have experience in fighting against little devils.

The cobweb-like trenches, communication trenches and bunkers that were originally dug have been razed to the ground by the repeated artillery fire of the devil soldiers, and the brothers of the Northeast Army can only find bomb craters and mutilated trenches as shelters.

The brothers of the Northeast Army methodically twisted the grenades and pulled the bolts, all of them were veterans of the bloody aftermath, with a calm temperament and no nervousness.

Zhao Wenbin put the rifle on the edge of the crater, shrank down, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, looked at the gray sky, and suddenly remembered his family members who died under the bombardment of devils, and his delicate face was gradually covered with a layer of murderous aura.

Before a cigarette was finished, the voice of the captain's company commander came: "There are still three hundred meters left!" Mortar ready! ”

Zhao Wenbin snuffed out the cigarette and threw it at his feet, turned around and crawled to the edge of the crater, pulled the bolt of the gun with a bang, loaded the bullet, and began to aim at the devil soldiers who were pulling the straggler line in the smoke of gunpowder.

These are the devil's death squads, with strips of cloth wrapped around their heads as if they were wearing linen and filial piety to the dead, but their faces reveal fierceness, and they charge like madmen, and they suffer a lot.

"Put!" The vicious voice of the captain and company commander echoed across the battlefield.

The mortar shell flew out in an arc, and then exploded in the devil death squad, Zhao Wenbin saw that many devils were blown up at once, and he didn't know whether they were blown apart or fell into the trench.

He heard the roar of the devil officer, and the devil death squad neither lay down nor shoot, but began to rush over with a bright bayonet.

Dada

The light and heavy machine guns arranged on both flanks of the position began to roar, smoking shells bounced and splashed out, and water-splashed bullets loomed towards the devil death squad.

Ahhh

Creepy screams began to echo on the battlefield, and countless devils in the field of vision were immediately beaten into a hornet's nest, and a powerful devil's head was shattered, and he fell straight to the ground.

Zhao Wenbin's heart did not fluctuate in the slightest, these little devils are extremely vicious, they kill people when they see them, there is no difference between them and beasts, they are killed, and they don't need mercy.

He aimed at a ghost soldier who was rushing forward fiercely, his fingers pressed down, and he felt the recoil on his shoulder hurt from the rifle, and the whistling bullet had pierced the left chest of the ghost soldier, and he saw the blood splatter.

This devil soldier is like a drunk strong man, staggering and unwilling to fall, and wants to continue to rush forward, poof, a few bullets flew out from nowhere, and he finally fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Hold on! Resist! "Although the firepower of the brothers of the Northeast Army was scorching and fierce, they could not withstand the crazy charge of the devils, and more and more devils rushed to the trenches with bayonets, and their firepower could not be suppressed at all.

Zhao Wenbin shot three devil soldiers in a row, but in this short time, more than a dozen devil soldiers had already fiercely rushed into the front-line trenches and started hand-to-hand combat with those Northeast Army brothers.

"Get on the bayonet!" Zhao Wenbin shook his head helplessly, although he hated fighting bayonets, but fighting has evolved into a necessary part of every battle.