Yang Ling lay in the trench, stretched out his hand and took out the sand in the gap of the sandbag, and the light outside shone in, and through the narrow gap he saw the approaching ghost soldiers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The devil soldiers are about the size of a squadron of more than 200 people, light and heavy machine guns, and grenadiers are all far behind, and the devil riflemen who walk in the front are all devil riflemen.

These devil riflemen marched forward in a skirmish line with their waists, and the gap between their squads widened, one squad was half-squatting on guard, and the other squad was advancing again, and the tactics were extremely obscene.

Yang Ling originally wanted to wait for the devil to get close before fighting, but seeing that the devil was so obscene, he had to give up this idea, if he really waited for the devil to get closer, once the devil broke through the firepower network, they wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

Yang Ling shrank down the trench, and more than a dozen remnants immediately surrounded him, looking at him quietly, waiting for his order.

"The devil is very cautious, we have to start fighting in advance, Brother Zhou, you take a few people to the back, and we will be covered in our retreat."

The old smoking gun nodded, and immediately took a few remnants of the soldiers and went straight down the traffic trench to the second trench, where Yang Ling hid a Type 92 heavy machine gun.

Last night, the 361st Regiment took advantage of the counterattack after the rain and the night to attack the devils by surprise, and the light and heavy machine guns arranged by the devil soldiers on the periphery were directly blown into parts by Yang Ling and his people with grenades, and they did not play a role at all.

And the rest of their heavy firepower has not yet had time to fire, the Chinese troops have already rushed into the devil's position, and the two sides have started hand-to-hand combat.

In the end, the soldiers of the 361st Regiment relied on tenacious struggle to fight out the devils in the position, and repelled the devils who came up with reinforcements.

In addition to the three Type 92 heavy machine guns, there are more than a dozen crooked light machine guns that can only be used, and there is a Type 92 infantry gun, and the rest of the weapons and ammunition are countless, which also makes Yang Ling and them a rich man.

The reason why Yang Ling held his position and did not leave, his confidence also came from these light and heavy weapons.

If someone else had so many light and heavy weapons, he could only stare dryly, because the remaining wounded added up to more than ten people, and they couldn't achieve firepower at all.

But Yang Ling is different, he is familiar with these guns, and the soldiers don't, so he taught these remnants how to use them, and then he divided more than a dozen remnants into several groups, skillfully arranged them on the position, and waited for the devil soldiers to come and send them to death.

Anyway, now they have a lot of ammunition in their hands, and they just need to fight hard.

After Yang Ling's order, the remnants of the soldiers all got into their positions according to Yang Ling's previous arrangement, quietly waiting for the devil to arrive.

Yang Ling and the three remnants guarded the first trench, and the sharp weapon in their hands was a Type 92 heavy machine gun, which was a harvester on the battlefield, which was definitely enough for the little devil to drink a pot, and beat the devil with the devil's weapon, which was called a tooth for a tooth.

One of the three remnants is a bombardier, two are responsible for pressing bullets on the empty bullet plate, and Yang Ling is the main shooter.

The Type 92 heavy machine gun was not placed in a significant machine gun bunker, but was cleverly hidden between several sandbags by Yang Ling, with a good shooting range and not easy to be discovered by devils.

Through the gaps in the sandbags, you can see that the devil soldiers are blurry to clear, the yellow five-pointed stars on their steel helmets are clearly visible, and the 38 large cover rifles in the hands of the devils are all bayonets, and the bayonets glow with cold light in the fog.

The bombardier's eyes were also looking outwards at the devil, and when he saw the devil surging forward densely, his face was a little pale, and the hand holding the magazine trembled slightly.

Yang Ling saw the nervousness of the bomb supplier, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him in a low voice: "Don't be nervous, you just treat them as a group of pigs, nothing to be afraid of."

When the bomber heard Yang Ling say that the devil was a pig, he almost laughed out loud, how could there be a pig in clothes, but after Yang Ling said this, the tension in his heart eased a lot.

Lieutenant Akino, the devil, ordered to stop his advance when he was still four or five hundred meters away from the position, and he half-crouched on the ground and listened attentively, observing the position, very cautiously.

In the end, he waved his hand at the grenadier squad behind him, and the grenadier squad immediately understood, six devil soldiers, three grenadiers, came forward, ready to attack tentatively.

"Get down, get down." Yang Ling observed that the devil's grenadier was about to be launched, and immediately whispered an order to the three remnants to hide.

The 50-millimeter grenade flew along the arc towards Yangling's position with the smoke emitting from the grenadier tube, and with a loud bang, it exploded one after another, filling the air with gunsmoke.

The shrapnel and rubble kicked off by the explosion swung in all directions with the air waves, and they fell Yang Ling all over their bodies, compared to the devil's aircraft heavy artillery, this grenadier is like a tickle, as long as you hide four or five meters away from the explosion, you can sit back and relax.

The devil's grenadiers bombarded the position twice in succession, hitting eight shells, and then stopped.

When the smoke cleared, Lieutenant Akino looked around, and the entire position was still dead silent, and there was no appearance of a living person.

Could it be that the Chinese defenders withdrew after the counteroffensive last night? Lieutenant Akino looked down in thought, but the arrow had to be fired at Hyun, and he waved at one of the soldiers and gave the order to attack.

After receiving the order, Jun Cao immediately began to operate with more than a dozen devil soldiers, who used craters and corpses to cover their approaching positions, which was very obscene.

There was no movement until Jun Cao and his men approached the position for 150 meters, and Lieutenant Akino finally relented, it seemed that there was really no one in the Chinese defenders' positions in the position, and then ordered the rest of the squads to attack as well.

Yang Ling looked at the approaching devil, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, put his hands on the heavy machine gun, and pulled the trigger on the ghost soldier in front of him.

The furious sound characteristic of the Type 92 heavy machine gun sounded in the silent position, different from the clatter sound of the light machine gun, the heavy machine gun was completely roaring angrily, and the piercing noise suddenly pierced the eardrum.

The high-speed explosive bullets flew along the strong chamber, with arrogance and rage, and swept away towards the devils more than 100 meters away, and they were full of anger.

The sharp sound of whistling bullets tearing through the air resounded throughout the space, and with an unstoppable arrogance, it slammed into the chest of the devil soldier, there was no unfluffed blood mist, only flying flesh and blood, and the powerful impact made the ghost soldier's body tremble constantly, and then he was beaten to the flesh and blood, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

The Type 92 heavy machine gun floated out a pale yellow smoke filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, reflecting Yang Ling's grim face under the brim of his hat, without the slightest expression.

The bright empty bullet shells kept falling, connecting into a line, like rain, and the devils outside the trenches were also being harvested in pieces, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, this was a massacre.