The devil Shaozuo's face was gloomy and terrifying, and the Chinese defenders' positions opposite the telescope were dead silent, and there was not a single living person moving except for the corpses strewn all over the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Last night, the Chinese army took advantage of the darkness to launch a counterattack, and their brigade lost more than 200 soldiers and lost the positions captured during the day.

It was more than 200 elite soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire, who died in vain in the sneak attack of the night, which was a shame for their brigade!

Several devil captains and lieutenants stood behind Shao Zuo without saying a word, and they knew the anxiety in their captain's heart at this moment, because they were also irritable in their hearts.

Their 9th Division had been held back for three days in this small Yunzaobang, losing thousands of soldiers without making any progress, which was a slap in the face for them, who claimed to be elite.

However, the Chinese defenders' positions on the opposite side had been bombed by their planes and bombarded by heavy artillery wings, but those Chinese were still stubbornly resisting like a small strong force that could not be killed.

Some of them still have vivid memories of last night's hand-to-hand combat, and those Chinese soldiers who were on the verge of death would pounce on them and bite them with their teeth and smash them with their fists even if they had any breath left.

That state of madness sent chills down their backs, and if all the Chinese defenders were so crazy, they didn't know how many Imperial Japanese troops would be lost.

"Akino-san, attack."

Shao Zuo finally put down the binoculars in his hand and turned to one of the dark-skinned lieutenants.

The lieutenant bowed heavily: "Hayi!"

When the devil lieutenant raised his head again, a sinister color flashed in his narrow and cold eyes, and he raised his hand and waved it down heavily, and the devils who were half-crouching on the ground immediately pounced from their hiding place like hungry wolves towards the opposite Chinese position.

Under the leadership of Lieutenant Dark, about a squadron of more than 200 devils lined up in a skirmish line, alternately covering the approach to the dead position.

In the trenches on the position shrouded in mist, more than a dozen wounded soldiers who had not died last night were leaning against the damp trench wall at this moment, their eyes on Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's gaze swept over the more than a dozen wounded soldiers, and his mood was a little heavy.

Last night they still had more than 300 people, but now only these 10 or so remnants remain, and the war is like a huge melting pot, filled with countless fresh lives, and then there is no slag left.

The head of the regiment, Li Zhong, was killed in the hand-to-hand combat last night, and his body was stabbed by the devil several bloody holes.

With the death of Li Zhong, Li Zhong's promise of promotion to the death squad members also came to naught, which made the old smoker depressed for a while, and he always felt panicked in his heart.

After being silent for a long time, Yang Ling looked at the remnants of the soldiers and said: "There will be death or life in the battle, if you are afraid of death, leave the position now, I, Yang Ling, will never stop you."

Yang Ling could expect that the devil's revenge must be crazy and cruel, although he didn't think about fighting the devil to the death, but whether he could survive was still unknown, so he didn't force others to follow him to death.

"Deputy Yang Lian, Lao Tzu never thought about going back alive, even if he died, he had to pull two little Japanese pads on his back, and Lao Tzu would not leave!" A bloodied, remnant soldier with a face crossed his neck, his eyes full of determination.

"Little Japan killed my brother, I want to avenge him!"

"Lao Tzu has already lived enough, and he doesn't mind staying to play with the little devil."

"Deputy Yang Lian, our sixty-first division has no bad seeds, you just say how to fight! Even if he fights with little Japan with a bayonet, Lao Tzu will give up this life! ”

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Although the remnants of the soldiers were exhausted, the continuous fighting had made them red-eyed, and they were reluctant to leave their positions.

"Even... Lian Deputy, you really don't stop you from leaving? Li Mazi held the rifle and cringed into his mouth.

The old smoker turned his head and saw Li Mazi who was cowering, and his face sank: "Li Mazi, you want to be a deserter?!"

The rest of the remnants of the soldiers glared angrily at Li Mazi, and all of them decided to live and die with the position with the determination to avenge the dead brothers.

And this pockmarked man wanted to run away as a deserter, they despised it and were angry at the same time, such scum was simply a shame on their 61st Division! Intolerable.

Facing the gloomy face of the old smoking gun and the angry eyes of the remnants, Li Mazi vigilantly clutched his gun tightly, and moved his body back, his face full of fear.

"If you want to go, I won't stop you." Yang Ling spoke, even animals have a struggle to survive, let alone people.

Li Mazi didn't believe that Yang Ling would really let him go, raised his head and asked hesitantly, "You... Do you talk count? ”

Before Yang Ling could answer, the old smoking gun had already rolled up his sleeves angrily and rushed up, kicking Li Mazi into the muddy water.

"Li Mazi! You fucking want to be a deserter! You're impatient, aren't you? Yes! ”

The old smoking gun cursed while punching and kicking Li Mazi, the old smoking gun was like a powder keg ignited at the moment, and all the anger in his heart was vented.

"You kid forgot who carried you out of the pile of dead people in the first place! Luo Dayong's bones are not cold, you don't want to take revenge, you want to be a deserter! Are you worthy of the dead Luo Dayong! ”

"How many people have died in our company! Tell me, more than 100 people, all of them died, but none of them were of a bad breed, not a single deserter, they all died in a dignified position, on the way to charge! ”

The old smoking gun cursed, kicked and beaten, tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably, and Li Mazi was rolling in the muddy water, wailing, and curled up on the ground.

More than a dozen remnants of the soldiers are looking at it with a flurry of hearts, their hearts are uncomfortable, their division has almost fought so far, they are all ordinary people, they are afraid of death, but they have to hold this position, not for the living, just for the dead can not die in vain.

"Enough!" Yang Ling snorted coldly, pulled the angry old smoking gun away, the old smoking gun fell heavily in the muddy water, looking at Li Mazi who was curled up on the ground and wailing, he was angry in his heart, angry that he was not fighting, angry that he was afraid of death, in his eyes, they should not have deserters, this is a shame on him, a shame on the face of the 61st Division!

Yang Ling squatted down and pulled the curled Li Mazi up from the muddy water, wiped away the muddy tears on his face, looked at this young face, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

"Li Mazi, I can allow you to leave, but can you also do me a favor?"

Li Mazi was embarrassed, covered in mud, looked at Yang Ling's serious and serious face, and nodded.

"If you escape back like this, you will definitely be shot as a deserter, from now on you will be our communications soldier, don't forget to tell the troops behind when you go back, our 361st Regiment is still holding on, please come to reinforcements, and then you can go back to your hometown and live in peace."

After Yang Ling finished speaking, he patted Li Mazi on the shoulder: "Let's go, the devil is about to come up, and if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."

Li Mazi stood up from the muddy water, glanced at the old smoking gun that was sulking over there in fear, and ran into the distance without looking back after saluting Yang Ling with an unstandard military salute.