The night is dark and the stars are sparse, the cannon in the distance rumbles without stopping, the Chinese and Japanese armies are still fighting fiercely, the cannon sound is coming from the north, it should be Luodian, Yang Ling guessed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The flash of the explosion flashed violently from time to time, like thunderstorm and lightning in summer, illuminating the dark earth so brightly that you could see the devil figures on the distant position, but the flash interval was a second or two and then fell silent, and the earth returned to darkness.

The soil after the heavy rain was soft and muddy, the crater was full of stagnant water, Yang Ling was prostrate on the wet ground, his chest was wet and covered with muddy water, the temperature of his body was dropping, and he felt a little cold.

Yang Ling looked at the position ahead by the flash of the explosion in the distance, and it was quiet except for the occasional figure of a few ghost soldiers.

The devils fought fiercely for a day in order to seize their positions, even if they were iron-clad, they would be tired, they would be tired, they should be resting, they would not have thought that the Chinese troops who had seized their positions would come back in the night.

The entire Songhu battlefield is a huge meat grinder, filling life after life, and finally turning into a cold corpse.

At first, the chairman of the NPC Standing Committee hoped for the mediation and intervention of Britain, the United States, and other countries, because after all, the Yangtze River valley was an area of their inherent interests and could not be touched by the Japanese, but now that the war has been fought, more and more troops have been filled in by both sides, and the original political purpose has turned into a bad war, leaving the chairman in a dilemma.

In the dark night, the fifteen members of the death squad were like big worms wriggling on the ground, lying on the wet ground and touching the devil's defense line not far away.

The old smoker felt cold and numb, and after crawling for a while, he was a little tired, he stopped and rubbed his somewhat sore elbow, gasping slightly.

He really wanted to pick up the box of cigarettes from the devil in his pocket and light it to lift his spirits, but when his hand touched the soft cigarettes soaked in water, he couldn't help cursing in his heart, damn heavy rain, damn devil.

By the flash of the explosion in the distance, the old smoking gun saw Luo Dayong crawling in front of him, this kid was cautious like a lewd mouse at the moment, slowly moving in the mud, for fear of making a little noise.

Looking at Luo Dayong's tall buttocks, the old smoking gun wanted to go up and kick it, if it weren't for Luo Dayong's instigation, how could he come to do this desperate selling, his old smoking gun has never been a loss-making sale, this time I'm afraid even a small life has to be accompanied in.

The more the old smoker thought about it, the more he felt that he was in a panic, he shouldn't have given the battalion commander five oceans to leave Yang Ling in their company, thinking that Yang Ling would be able to take them out of a way to live, but he didn't expect to be taken to death by Yang Ling in the end.

The old smoking gun sighed slightly, let's die, anyway, my old bachelor has nothing to worry about, and it doesn't matter if I die, I don't have to worry about being scared every day, I don't have to worry about eating the last meal or not, and I don't have to worry about when the devil's bomb will fall on my head.

He is even a little envious of Luo Dayong now, who is five big and three thick, but his head is tendoned, his mind is simple and he has few ideas, and he doesn't have to worry about life and death like himself.

"Old smoking gun, what's wrong, don't dare to climb forward?" Xiong Dawu climbed to the old smoking gun from behind with a rifle in his hand, and looked at the old smoking gun and teased in a low voice.

"Go and go, which pot is not opened, Lao Tzu has never been afraid."

The old smoker didn't bother to pay attention to Xiong Dawu's disdainful eyes, took a deep breath, grabbed the grenade, and continued to crawl forward along the mud.

Seeing that the old smoking gun ignored himself, Xiong Dawu pouted, not afraid of his legs trembling, his marksmanship was good, he was left behind, if the devil's machine gun point was found at that time, he was responsible for knocking the devil's machine gun.

In addition to him, there was Luo Ziqiang of the supplementary company, Xiong Dawu looked sideways, the cold man Luo Ziqiang was lying in a crater, the water had already reached his waist, and he was holding a gun and staring intently ahead.

Damn, I really think I am Yang Ling's monster, pretending, Xiong Dawu shook his head nonchalantly, raised his gun to the front, set it up on a ridge, and no longer moved forward, he didn't believe that he couldn't compare to Yang Ling, and he would lose to this Luo Ziqiang.

The rest of the death squad members also crawled slowly towards the devil's defense line, trying to get as close to the devil's defense as possible.

They are daredevils, the main purpose is to tear apart the devil's defense line and open the passage for the follow-up troops, as long as they rush in, it will be white-knuckle combat, pitch black, and the devil's heavy firepower will not work.

The success or failure of the death squad is related to the success of the counteroffensive position, if they fail, when the devils react, as soon as the light and heavy firepower is opened, no one will be able to break through the devil's firepower network, and it will only increase casualties in vain.

Yang Ling crawled to the back of the ridge about a hundred meters away from the front of the devil's defense line and stopped, from here to rush to the devil's position only for dozens of seconds, it was already enough, if you went further, it would be easy to be discovered by the devil, easy to be exposed.

Seeing that Yang Ling in front of him did not move, the death squad soldiers behind him also found a place to nest, they were all veterans who had fought many battles, and they naturally knew how to do this without being instructed.

Luo Dayong put his machine gun on a corpse, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the devil's position in front, as long as the devil dared to show his head, he guaranteed to break through.

In order to ensure the firepower of the death squad, the regiment commander Li Zhongke spent a lot of money, not only gave dozens of grenades, but also a lot of machine gun magazines, enough for two machine guns to squander.

The death squad lay quietly a hundred to two hundred meters in front of the devil's position, a distance that was already their limit, and here they could hear the whispering of conversation coming from the position.

Damn, it's really fragrant, Luo Dayong shrugged his nose, he smelled the fragrance of stewed meat from the air, and swallowed his saliva, he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and the smell of meat aroused the cravings in his stomach.

Luo Dayong was smelling the meat and wanted to eat it, but Yang Ling was not idle, his eyes were observing the devil's defense through the occasional flash of light in the sky.

From the naked eye alone, he found at least six light machine guns, and two 92 heavy machine guns were arranged on the defensive line, and if the battle started, it must be knocked out first, otherwise it would bring great casualties to the charging troops.

But fortunately, before leaving, the head of the regiment, Li Zhong, equipped them with dozens of grenades, and Yang Ling estimated that it should not be difficult to find the vitality point of killing the devil.

As the minutes passed, the regiment commander Li Zhong, who was standing in the depression, looked a little anxious, he didn't know if the death squad had arrived at the attack position, if the death squad could not open a passage, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties if they charged.

Li Zhong reached out and took out the pocket watch from his pocket, and with a click, the cover popped up to reveal the regularly moving hands inside, and he saw clearly by flashing that there was still a quarter of nine o'clock.

Can't wait any longer, Li Zhong closed his pocket watch and put it back in his pocket, pulled the bolt of the gun with a bang, and beckoned to the counterattacking soldiers who were nested in the depression: "Action!"

More than 300 figures, armed with guns, stood up from the depression, and the cat leaned towards the devil's position not far away, and the sound of dense footsteps sounded, mixed with the clanging sound of impact and sliding and snorting on the ground.