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The night grew darker, and the field of vision turned drab black, with occasional flashes of light from an explosion reflecting the soldiers in the trenches with rifles in their hands.

Although the soldiers are all people who have fought face-to-face with devils, when they think of the fierce and hideous faces of those devils, and the sea of corpses and blood on the battlefield, their hearts are involuntarily shrouded in tension.

Not afraid of death is false, no one wants to die, if possible, they can run far away, hide in the mountains and never come out, but they wear this skin, become soldiers and eat military rations, they can't bear the country and the people.

Although they know that there is little hope of surviving here, they still have to stay here, because they are not unarmed civilians, but soldiers with guns.

The people can drag their families and families to the safe rear for their lives, but they can't be soldiers, they have to stand here, if they also escape, then they will really become slaves of the country.

"Bodhisattva bless...... Bless ......" Some people knelt in the trenches with their hands folded and prayed sincerely, while others were expressionless and half of a cigarette was smoking without a puff, and the smoke was filled.

The cannon roared in the direction of Dachang Town in the east, even if they were so far away, Yang Ling and the others could still feel the earth trembling violently, and the devil's attack was very fierce.

The old king stared at the direction of Dachang Town, which was blazing in the east, and with the rumbling cannon, he muttered to himself: "The devil's cannon is getting more and more powerful."

Yang Ling's gaze crossed the boundless darkness and reached the direction of the burning battle, and he sighed helplessly in his heart, it should be the 34th Devil Wing that pulled their heavy howitzers up, otherwise the cannon would not be so loud, just like an earthquake.

Thinking that the defenders of Dachang Town were stubbornly resisting under the bombardment of the devil's caliber 305 mm heavy howitzers, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was heavy, this is really using flesh and blood to defend the country......

Time passed minute by minute, and in the face of the fierce bombardment of the 305-mm heavy howitzers and 150-mm heavy artillery of the devil's troops, at 10 o'clock in the evening, the Chinese defenders finally could not support it, and after heavy losses, they were crushed and defeated.

The last of the resisting troops were defeated, and Yang Ling knew that it was now their turn to go.

In the past few days, the Third Theater Command has known that Dachang will fall sooner or later, so it has now reorganized and rearranged the defeated troops in advance in Guangfu, Beixinjing, Chenjiaqiao, and the second preset position on the Jiangqiao line, and this new defense line is 35 kilometers long.

Yang Ling's Supplementary Regiment was at the southernmost end of the new 35-kilometer-long defensive line, and it was conceivable that it would be even more difficult to defend in the face of such a long line and the exhausted defenders.

"Company commander, another rout has retreated." An observation post shouted to wake Yang Ling up from his contemplation, and he looked up to see a large number of soldiers who could not support the bloody battle were retreating in disarray.

Seeing these dirty, depressed defeated soldiers, the soldiers guarding the trenches were in a heavy mood, because they had been defeated again and again and withdrawn in such a mess, knowing that kind of grievance and unwillingness, and now it was time for them to go up.

The defeated soldiers were very aggrieved, very frustrated, and more unwilling, they were equally brave and fought very tenacious, but the weapons were not as good as the people, and it became so difficult to fight with bayonets, because the people in the trenches who had not yet fought were almost bombarded by the enemy's artillery fire, and the battle was fought in a wretch.

There were more than a dozen routs who couldn't run anymore, and seeing that there were still defenders guarding here, they simply sat on the ground and gasped, ready to rest.

"Brother, do you have anything to eat? We haven't eaten for a day and can't run. The rout, who was tired and paralyzed on the ground like mud, asked Yang Ling weakly.

The soldiers in the trenches looked at Lao Wangtou, because Lao Wangtou, the platoon commander, was now in charge of their food, and Lao Wangtou was also very embarrassed, and looked at Yang Ling, who was sitting there without speaking.

Yang Ling patted his ass on the dust, stood up and approached the dozen or so defeated soldiers, his eyes looked around among them for a while, and finally stopped on the Czech light machine gun in the hands of one of the defeated soldiers: "We still have some yams, if you want, you can use this Czech style exchange."

Yang Ling and they are really too poor now, the entire company has more than 150 heads, and there is only one Czech type, and the rest are all kinds of rifles, and there are not many bullets, in order to hold on in front of the devil for a while, they can only take advantage of the fire to rob friendly troops at this moment.

"Okay, let's change." The company commander in the lead thought for a while, gritted his teeth and agreed, and shouted to the rout soldier holding the machine gun: "Third son, give him all the guns and bullets."

The gun is the soldier's second life, the soldier named Sanzi was reluctant to hold the Czech light machine gun and was reluctant to let go, but in the end he was dragged over by their company commander and stuffed into Yang Ling's hands: "Many devils died under this gun, I hope you don't insult its prestige!"

Yang Ling nodded and took the Czech light machine gun, and waved his hand at the old king head behind him, who reluctantly handed more than a dozen boiled potatoes to the defeated soldiers.

The routs may have not eaten for a day, as they say, and when they got the yams, they devoured them and stuffed them into their mouths, and one of the soldiers choked on the yams, and his face was so red that if someone hadn't helped him pat his back, he would have choked to death by now.

There are not many potatoes, and they are all left by Yang Ling and their frugality, seeing the defeated soldiers gobbling up, the old king quietly pulled Yang Ling aside: "Company commander, we only have those potatoes left...... You've given it to them, and we're going to have to go hungry for the next meal. ”

Yang Ling looked at the reluctant old Wang and patted him on the shoulder: "We can make a deal for this deal, are you afraid that you won't be able to eat with this gun?"

"This iron lump can't be eaten......"

Yang Ling pointed to the east where the sound of gunfire was getting closer and closer: "Although this iron lump can't be eaten, he can kill devils, and there is food on devils, maybe there are canned food."

When the old king heard this, his sad face finally relaxed, and he grinned, and that's right.

"Okay, you find a few people who can shoot machine guns, form a machine gun squad, and arrange them to the house over there."

The old king agreed without hesitation: "Okay, leave it to me."

The routs had eaten the yam and rested for a while before continuing to retreat, the rout soldiers left, the gunfire in the east gradually weakened, and the gunfire began to sound again in the north, and the river bridge seemed to have been forgotten, a dead silence.

But Yang Ling didn't think that the devils would give up on them here, after all, this place was close to the Beijing-Shanghai railway, and the devils would definitely come, it was a matter of time before they came.

The machine guns exchanged for the yam were placed in a house on the left side of South Street, and their original machine guns were placed in the house on the right side of the street, which could be used as crossfire, and in the middle of the street was a bunker trench with several sandbags and various brick and stone fragments.

The machine guns were not arranged in the center of the position because they were easy to be knocked out by the grenadiers of the devils, and the overlapping firing range of the machine guns restricted the firepower, while the two houses arranged at the back of the side could be arranged into an angle fan to provide fire support to the infantry to the greatest extent.

There are also a few trenches dug outside the street, but they are separated by a few hundred meters from the machine gun positions on both sides of the rear, and they can't get fire support, so whether they can hold it can only depend on luck, so Yang Ling didn't arrange too many people, only two squads of people, and the early warning effect was greater than the actual effect.