The battlefield on the right bank of Fumohama was full of fighting figures, and the Chinese defenders launched a brutal white-knuckle battle with the devil soldiers who attacked the position, the two sides roared, rolled and wrestled together in the mud, and the Chinese soldiers smashed with their fists, bit with their teeth, and were still scarred and still fighting to the death. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Rush!" Li Zhong, the commander of the 361st Regiment, led the staff officers of the regiment headquarters and the guards to rush up and join the melee, making the battlefield even more noisy.

The Chinese defenders fought stubbornly, but the devil soldiers were also fierce and terrifying, and one person dared to charge at four or five Chinese soldiers, even if there was still a breath left, they still struggled to kill the other party.

The white-knuckle battle is cruel and tragic, but also short-lived, just a face, the white knife enters the red knife out, life and death have been divided, the Chinese defenders are not as good as the devil soldiers in terms of physical strength and stabbing skills, and the casualties have risen sharply.

Although the soldiers of the Chinese defenders are at a disadvantage everywhere, they are like wounded beasts, and their momentum is amazing, and they will fight for every inch of land in the face of the devil soldiers who rush up! Don't give an inch! Use his own flesh and blood to fight for the right to belong to the position.

The white-knuckle battle between the two sides lasted less than ten minutes, and in the face of the stubborn resistance of the Chinese defenders, the devil soldiers finally could not support it, and came and went quickly, leaving more than 100 corpses behind and retreating like a tide.

The red-eyed Chinese soldiers saw the devil retreat and followed the butt for another slash, until the devil ran away, then collapsed and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

The fat man Tian San felt the sharp pain coming from his buttocks, reached out and touched the sticky blood on his hands, he lay in the mud and closed his eyes and hummed in pain: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." ”

The old smoker lay on the ground panting like a cow, pinching his arm hard, feeling the pain in his heart, he grinned and laughed, his face full of wrinkles and dirt was distorted, he was glad that he was not dead, he lived.

Many of the remnants of the No. 33 Supplementary Company did not survive until dawn and died and became corpses in the trenches, and although the rest of the people survived until dawn, they could no longer wait for the sun to set, this is the catastrophe, no one knows that tomorrow and the accident will come first.

Yang Ling was lying on top of the corpse of the devil, the continuous fighting had made him feel that he was prostrating, and he couldn't even stand up, there were more than ten corpses of the devil lying around him, forming a semicircle, guarding Yang Ling in the center, but Yang Ling was alive, and they died.

"Lao Tzu stoned you! Lao Tzu stoned you! Luo Dayong wheeled the stone he picked up from nowhere, riding on the body of a little devil and constantly slamming it towards the devil's head.

The devil's head was already bloody and fleshy, and the splashed blood made Luo Dayong's face blood-red, as if he was stunned, and the stone smashed the bloody corpse, wanting to smash it to a pulp, venting the anger suppressed in his heart.

Li Zhong, the commander of the 361st regiment, limped to Yang Ling's side with a gun, and looked at Yang Ling, who was lying in the pile of devils' corpses with his eyes open, and he gave Yang Ling a thumbs up and praised: "Little brother, what a good man, which company are you from?" ”

Li Zhong saw with his own eyes that Yang Ling had personally overturned at least six devils, and he admired Yang Ling's skills very much.

Yang Ling looked at the bloodstained officer standing beside him, and knew his identity through the identity tag on his chest, and the commander of Li Zhong, who fought to the death on the Songhu battlefield and did not retreat, and finally died.

He immediately stood up and saluted Li Zhong with a standard military salute: "Yang Ling, deputy company commander of the supplementary company of the third battalion, has seen the regimental seat!" ”

Seeing Yang Ling's upright body and standard military salute, Li Zhong raised his hand and returned a military salute, and said with satisfaction: "Deputy Company Commander Yang, right, your company fought well, I hope that your supplementary company will continue to carry forward the spirit of daring to fight, fight small Japan fiercely, hold the position, and wait until this battle is over, I will ask for credit for your company." ”

Hearing the merit, Yang Ling's eyes flashed a trace of gloom, he didn't know if they would be able to live to the day of the merit, but he still politely expressed his gratitude: "On behalf of the supplementary company, I would like to thank the group." ”

Li Zhong nodded with satisfaction with Yang Ling, and instructed: "Little Japan has been beaten down by us, and it will definitely be bombarded again, you quickly notify the people who are still alive to pay attention to the anti-artillery." ”

After Li Zhong finished speaking, he limped towards the regiment headquarters with his rotten gun, he was about to ask the brigade commander for help, looking at Li Zhong's figure in the smoke of gunpowder, Yang Ling sighed, I don't know if I will be able to see this regiment commander alive in the future.

However, thinking of the impending bombardment of the devil, Yang Ling retracted his thoughts, he is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect himself, so it is better to live first.

"The devil is about to shoot artillery, so hurry up and hide in the trenches behind." Yang Ling immediately took action, turning over the potholed position, looking for survivors among the corpses and letting them hide behind.

After hearing Yang Ling's shout, the soldiers of the supplementary company who were still alive in the pile of dead people stood up staggeringly with their collapsed bodies and walked towards the trenches behind, ready to defend against artillery.

Yang Ling looked at the white-knuckle battle that lasted less than ten minutes, and they added that there were only a few figures left in the more than ten people in the company, and the rest of the people were lying motionless on the ground, and there was no sound anymore.

The fat man Tian San was still lying on the ground and muttering, "I'm dead, I'm dead." ”

When the old smoking gun passed by the fat man's side, he kicked it by the way: "Fat man, if you still lie still, wait to be bombarded into slag by the little devil's cannon." ”

The kick of the old smoking gun suddenly woke up the fat man from his dream, he opened his eyes, and saw that the old smoking gun was about to staggering towards the back, and the position was full of corpses glued together, the devil had not seen a human figure, Lao Tzu was still alive?

"Fatty, the devil is about to bombard, don't be stunned, hurry up." Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled up the fat man who was sitting in the quagmire, and the fat man suddenly howled like a pig.

Seeing the fat man's exaggerated painful appearance, Yang Ling hurriedly squatted down to check the fat man's injury: "Where is the injury?" ”

"Ass, ass." The fat man pointed at his ass and screamed in pain.

Yang Ling turned around and saw that the fat man's pants were cut and pulled into a big hole, and the fat buttocks were bayoneted with a bloody cut three or four centimeters long, although the wound looked hideous, but the fat man's butt had a lot of meat, and it didn't matter if he only needed to stop the bleeding.

"Lian Deputy, am I not going to survive?" The fat man asked Yang Ling with a desperate face, thinking of death, the fat man suddenly felt extremely desperate, grabbed Yang Ling's arm and prayed: "Lian Deputy, you must save me, I don't want to die." ”

Seeing the fat man's snot and tears, Yang Ling said angrily: "It's just a little skin injury, you can't die." ”

"Really won't die?"

"I can't die."

"Hahaha, I don't have to die, I don't have to die, ouch, it hurts......" The fat man who got carried away just wanted to jump, and the wound on his buttocks burst open, and the blood seeped out again.

Yang Ling shook his head when he saw it, stepped forward and helped the fat man to run towards the trench behind.

The devil's shells arrived as promised, blowing up the corpses on the position, and the remnants of the supplementary company were hiding in the cave of the hidden soldiers silently waiting for the end of the bombardment, the entrance of the cave had been blown up by the shells, and most of the air was full of the smell of gunsmoke, and the old smoking gun coughed violently.

Although Yang Ling tried his best to save the lives of the remnants of the supplementary company, the war would not show the slightest mercy, and after only a few hours of fighting, the thirty-third person of the supplementary company now only had six lonely figures nested in the muddy and watery hiding hole, waiting for the next time to die.

PS: Thank you for the reward of the book's friends Dustless Pearl and Xiao Yuefengchen.