On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the sudden arrival of Chinese reinforcements made the little devils panic, and many of the ghost soldiers who rushed forward were caught off guard and retreated in embarrassment. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Steady! Shoot! ”

Lieutenant Akino was not willing to withdraw from the Chinese positions they were about to capture, and roared and commanded the devil soldiers to reorganize the defensive line.

Four or five light machine guns of the devils were mounted on sandbags, and tongues of fire erupted at the charging Chinese soldiers, and the dense rain of bullets formed an impermeable network of firepower.

The charging Chinese soldiers rushed forward with their chests as if they were not afraid of death, and then set off a rain of blood, their bodies were torn apart, and they charged forward one after another, and then people were shot and fell.

Yang Ling's face sank like water, threw an empty magazine in the place, replaced it with a new one, and put the butt of the machine gun against his shoulder, and fired at the devil's machine gun.

Puff puff! Bullets flew on the sandbags, and the three main shooters were shot in the head, but the Devil Radiant immediately moved away from the dead main shooter and took over.

Yang Ling kept firing, and kept emptying all the magazines, which made the three devil machine guns dumb, and the charging Chinese soldiers had already pressed down after paying a heavy price.

Yang Ling pulled out the bayonet from the scabbard and hung the rifle, jumped up from the crater, and rushed towards the devil with these reinforcements...... For millions of Chinese.

Lieutenant Akino's face was full of ferocity, and he raised the snowy saber in his hand and roared, and more than a hundred devil soldiers greeted him with bayonet guns.

It was another brutal white-knuckle battle, and the Chinese soldiers who lacked ammunition on this land relied on flesh and blood to fight, fighting back and forth with devils, and defending this land where they were sprinkled with blood and tears with their lives.

"Yikes!" Lieutenant Akino's slashing saber slashed out diagonally, and with a pop, a young Chinese soldier's arm was severed and he rolled to the ground with a wail.

Burst! Lieutenant Akino strode forward with a hideous face, his saber stabbed down, blood splattering to make him look even more hideous, and the Chinese soldier who fell to the ground was killed.

"Kill Little Japan!" Two more Chinese soldiers rushed forward angrily, but were quickly knocked to the ground by Lieutenant Akino, and these tattered Chinese soldiers were no match for well-trained Japanese soldiers, both physically and tactically.

Yang Ling also noticed the fierce devil officer, strode forward, and the bayonet swung away Lieutenant Akino's saber, knocking it to the ground.

A Chinese soldier who rushed up saw the devil rolling on the ground, raised his saber in his hand and slashed it fiercely, and was dodged by Lieutenant Akino.

Like a wounded beast, Lieutenant Qiu Ye struggled to crash into the Chinese soldier, who was unsteady on his feet and fell to the ground with a stumble.

Lieutenant Akino roared and stabbed the Chinese soldier with his saber on his face, but Yang Ling's attack had already arrived, and the wooden butt of the rifle slammed into Lieutenant Akino's head, and with a muffled bang, Lieutenant Akino rolled backwards to the ground.

The violent impact made his head dizzy, and his movements began to become sluggish, Yang Ling's face was cold, and the bayonet had already poked into his heart.

The intense pain drove Lieutenant Akino into a frenzy, and he roared with his teeth baring his teeth and claws, revealing Bai Morimori's teeth, which looked particularly terrifying.

"Lao Tzu hacked you to death! Lao Tzu hacked you to death! The Chinese soldier, who was almost killed by Lieutenant Akino, rushed forward with his saber in his hand, slashing with all his might, and his flesh and blood were slashed.

On this position, which was covered with the dead soldiers of the 61st Division, the officers and men of the Sichuan Army who rushed to the battlefield from more than 2,000 miles away once again shed their blood.

These soldiers in straw sandals fought to the death against the fierce devil soldiers, many of whom did not have bayonets, and smashed them with rifles without bayonets, and slashed with the sabers they carried......

On the battlefield, these tired Sichuan soldiers rushed up with a roar, and the crazy state of not being afraid of death made the devil soldiers also frightened.

The devil soldiers stabbed hard, but they stabbed over a Sichuan army, and three or four Sichuan soldiers roared and pounced, and the two sides rolled to the ground and scuffled together, fighting for every inch of land, and the blood stained the red clothes, stained the earth, and the blood made the ground sticky and slippery.

The Sichuan army that came up this reinforcement was the 799th Regiment of the 133rd Division of the 20th Army of the Sichuan Army, and they traveled a long way to the Songhu battlefield, but they were pulled up before they had time to catch their breath.

Their regiment commander, Lin Xiaohou, was a thin, dark-skinned iron-blooded man, who shouted with a short gun and kept shooting at the ghost soldiers who rushed up.

When the bullets ran out, he pulled out the saber he was carrying and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the devil soldier, whose bayonet stabbed him in the arm, and he snorted and kicked the devil to the ground with all his might.

Before he could finish the life of the devil who had been kicked to the ground, another devil rushed up from behind, grabbed his waist with both hands and knocked him over.

The two devils pressed Lin Xiaohou to the ground, pinched his neck, making his face purple and difficult to breathe, seeing the devil's hideous face, he struggled.

All the people on the battlefield were fighting to the death with the devils, and every three or four Chinese soldiers were worthy of a tie with the same devil, and no one noticed the regiment commander Lin Xiaohou who was pressed in the trench by the devils.

Yang Ling, wearing the cowhide shoes that had been pulled from the dead man of the devil, kicked a devil to the ground, and the devil let out a painful scream and rolled in the muddy water.

The blood-stained bayonet then stabbed into the back of another devil, and the bayonet was pulled out with a stream of bloody arrows, and the devil finally let go of the hand that was holding the regiment commander Lin Xiaohou.

"Ahem, ahem...... cough cough cough ......" Lin Xiaohou coughed violently, gasping for breath.

"Are you alright?" Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled Lin Xiaohou up from the muddy water, and asked with concern.

"Thank you for this brother, otherwise Lao Tzu would have to go to see Lord Yama!" Lin Xiaohou picked up the saber on the ground and was full of gratitude to Yang Ling.

The kicked devil soldier struggled to his feet and pounced again with his bayonet.

"Kill Little Japan first! Let's talk about it later! Lin Xiaohou said that he had already raised his saber and rushed out, fighting with the devil soldiers.

Yang Ling did not hesitate, and rushed towards another devil soldier in the trench, and the fight continued.

In the face of the desperate fight of the soldiers of the Sichuan army, the devil soldiers finally couldn't support it, and left more than 100 corpses and retreated in embarrassment.

Lin Xiaohou commanded the Sichuan soldiers to pursue, but was stopped by Yang Ling in time, the devils were very cunning, and when they retreated, they often turned back with machine guns to shoot a few shuttles to cover the retreat, and many people in the 61st Division were killed in this way.

After the fierce and fierce battle, a squadron led by Lieutenant Akino was almost wiped out, and only a few dozen devils escaped back, but the corpses of countless Sichuan soldiers were added to the position.

In the past warlord civil wars, these Chinese brothers wearing different military uniforms always inevitably fought when they met, but at this moment they are all Chinese, and for the first time they are fighting side by side in the same trench to resist foreign humiliation.

The remnants of the 61st Division came back with the Sichuan army brothers, and when they saw the devils retreating, they collapsed and sat on the ground, enjoying the joy of the rest of their lives.

"This brother, we are from the 799th Regiment of the Sichuan Army, where is your regiment commander?" Lin Xiaohou's arm was bandaged, and he found Yang Ling and asked.

Yang Ling pointed to the trench full of corpses, and his expression was gloomy: "Commander Li Zhong was killed last night, and there are more than ten of us left in our regiment now, I am Yang Ling, the deputy company commander."

Lin Xiaohou immediately stood in awe of the remnants of the 61st Division, who were covered in blood, and saluted the remnants of the soldiers.

Lin Xiaohou took out a crumpled piece of paper from his blood-stained pocket and handed it to Yang Ling, on which was the handover order issued by the headquarters of the Central Route Army.

"Lin Xiaohou, the commander of the 133rd Regiment of the 799th Division, led his troops to take over your position! Please handover! Lin Xiaohou saluted Yang Ling and shouted loudly.

Yang Ling's expression was awe-inspiring, and he saluted with his head held high and shouted loudly: "The 361st Regiment of the 61st Division has completed the task of holding on, and the position has not lost an inch of land, and now it is ordered to be handed over!" Please 799 regiment to take over the position! ”