The Dingjia Bridge is not large, and dozens of houses stand next to flat cotton fields, surrounded by a criss-crossing water network of farmland. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The houses had been destroyed in repeated fierce battles, and were reduced to broken ruins, with only half-collapsed walls and charred beams scattered in disarray.

The Chinese defenders counterattacked Dingjia Bridge at night, and the defense line arranged by the devils on the periphery could not stop the Gui army charging wave after wave like a wave, so they could only retreat to the village and rely on the dilapidated buildings to resist.

The tactical arrangement of the devil soldiers was very ingenious, and more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns occupied the commanding heights of the building, forming a crossfire, and the Gui soldiers who rushed into the village first were shot and fell to the ground.

More than a dozen died in an instant, and those who didn't die were rolling on the ground with their wounds covered and wailing in pain, and it was no joke for machine gun bullets to hit their bodies.

In the face of the devil's firepower network composed of buildings, the attacking Gui soldiers were suppressed, and while organizing firepower to counterattack, they sent bombardiers to crawl forward to try to blow up the devil's vitality point.

In the face of the rain barrage, the prostrate bombardier did not move before the devil's vitality point approached, but several machine guns on the Gui army's side were bombarded by the devil's grenadiers, and there were many casualties.

The firepower gap between the two sides was too large, and the attack was blocked, although the attacking troops were outnumbered, but in the face of the dense firepower network of the devils, the flesh and blood could only turn into corpses, and the fierce battle fell into a stalemate.

"Li Tiezhu, take people to take a detour to the side to fight and cover the main attack!" In the face of the devil's strong firepower and unable to attack head-on, the commander of the Gui army assault battalion could only think of another way, hoping to open a breakthrough from the side.

Li Tiezhu greeted, and with more than 20 Guijun brothers, he touched to the left, the black rumbling was full of ruins and corpses, the road was difficult to walk, and he could only judge the general direction by the sound of the devil's machine gun.

The devil's machine gun continued to spit out tongues of fire in the dark night, and the dense bullets splashed the broken walls, crackling smoke and dust from the mud, and the Gui soldiers hidden behind the walls choked on ashes.

Li Tiezhu led people around to the flank of the devil, climbed into a house along the half-broken wall, and kept getting closer to the devil under the cover of these dilapidated buildings.

The nearest Devil machine gun was clamped to a half-section of the earthen wall, which, together with two machine guns across the street, blocked access to the village.

"Japanese ghost, Lao Tzu blew you up!" Li Tiezhu pulled out a wooden-handled grenade from his waist, pulled down the string and paused for two seconds before waving his arm vigorously and throwing it at the devil's machine gun.

Rumble! The flames of the explosion blinded the darkness of the night, and a powerful wave of air swept through, squirting flakes mixed with rubble and rubble in all directions.

The grenade exploded two meters away from the Devil's machine gun, and the spray of gravel exploded instantly into a bloody blur of the Devil's machine gunner's face, and the devil let out a ghostly wolf howl, rolling backwards, and the machine gun lay on its stomach.

But in a few seconds, the devil's machine gun clicked again, and the piercing noise shook people's eardrums.

The flares rose into the sky, and the broken ruins under the miserable white light curtain were clear, and the devils found Li Tiezhu and others leaning against the wall more than 100 meters away, and a row of guns fired over, and the four or five Gui soldiers who rushed in front were shot and fell to the ground, and the rest had to retreat back to the house where they were hiding, and the attack was blocked again......

Dense bullets and streamers raged wildly in the dark night, like countless flying fireflies, beautiful and dazzling, and the air was full of gunsmoke and the smell of blood.

In a dilapidated room behind Dingjiaqiao, the dim horse lamp shook violently with the explosion in the distance, reflecting the figures in the room like ghosts.

In the face of the sudden attack of the Chinese army, the captain of the devil brigade has calmed down after experiencing the initial panic, and issued orders in an orderly manner, and the signal troops are constantly coming in and out, gathering all kinds of situations here.

"The Akita squadron suffered heavy losses, more than 30 people have been killed, two machine guns have been damaged, and fire support is requested."

The captain of the devil brigade was silent for a moment and then ordered: "Let the artillery team go to support the Akita squadron, and be sure to suppress the Shina army......"

"Hayi!" The Messenger bowed heavily, turned and disappeared into the darkness.

"Let the Yokoyama squadron attack from the right flank, attack the flank of the Shina Army, and reduce the pressure on the frontal defense." The best defense is to attack, with an absolute firepower advantage, the captain of the devil team did not blindly defend, but decided to take the initiative.

The captain of the devil brigade is very arrogant and arrogant, and in his eyes, the so-called Shina army is just a group of peasants with guns, and there is not much threat to them.

Although they have encountered stubborn resistance from the Chinese army these days, he does not think that the other side can hold on for a long time, and in the face of absolute firepower superiority, all their resistance is in vain.

The battle of Dingjiaqiao was very difficult, although the soldiers of the Gui army were very brave, but their weapons were outdated, and in the face of the powerful firepower suppression of the devils, every step forward would pay a huge price.

Yang Ling bent his waist, trotting in the dark with a gun, his eyes looked to the left from time to time, the sound of guns and cannons over there was more intense, mixed with the bombardment of the Devil's Type 92 infantry cannon from time to time, it was obvious that the attack of the Gui army troops was in trouble.

Yang Ling ran until he reached a broken wall before he stopped, leaned against the cold wall, squatted down, and followed behind him dozens of soldiers from different units to follow suit, squatting down along the broken wall, panting heavily.

After resting for about a few tens of seconds, Yang Ling adjusted his breathing rhythm that was disordered by running, and poked his head out to scan the inside of the broken wall, without any movement.

It seems that in order to defend against a frontal attack, the devil has transferred everyone to the front.

Yang Ling stood up, put the 38 big cover rifle in his hand on the broken wall and aimed it at the wall, and shouted in a low voice: "Alternate cover, up!"

The soldiers who were able to survive the brutal fierce battle in Yunzaohama were all veterans, and they naturally did not drag their feet, and they were decisive and crisp.

As soon as Yang Ling's words fell, several soldiers had already supported the broken wall with one hand, and suddenly exerted force, and their bodies had already jumped into the broken wall, except for the bump between the butt of the gun and the wall, the sound was extremely small.

Wu Jiang also jumped into the broken wall, and after running forward for four or five steps, he quickly fell to the ground, aiming his gun into the darkness to cover the people behind, and the rest of the soldiers who turned in were also half-squatting or leaning against the wall to hide.

When the people who climbed into the broken wall were almost gone, Yang Ling put away his gun and also turned into the broken wall, and the group clinged to the ruins on both sides and touched towards Dingjiaqiao Village.

After sneaking forward for about three hundred meters, Yang Ling leaned out of a street corner, his eyes caught a glimpse of the dark machine gun bunker in front of him in the middle of the street, and his foot suddenly retracted.