The night sky was full of shining stars, scattered in the vast and deep sky, Yang Ling looked at the deep sky, his bloodshot eyes were colorless, and they were gray. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Ling felt that he had become a numb and soulless walking corpse, and the only difference between him and those stacked corpses on the ground was that he could still breathe.

The devil has completely gained a foothold on the right bank of Yunzaobang, and the Yan's house stationed on the left flank fell in the afternoon, and more than 1,000 people of the tax police corps guarding there were all killed.

Epiphany Temple, Sheng's house was also lost one after another, and the troops of the Twentieth Army of the Sichuan Army in charge of the position fought bloodily for seven days and nights, and when they withdrew from the position, more than 8,000 people had been killed and wounded, and almost all of them were wiped out.

The Devil's assault force had already advanced to the area between Zoumatang and Dachang Town, where the gunfire continued day and night, and the fierce battle had become white-hot.

The fierce battle in March, now it has come to the last moment, whether it is the defenders or the devils, they have already killed the red eyes, from Dachang Town to Luodian in the north, and then to the right bank of Yunzaobang, there is scorched earth everywhere, and there are bloody battlefields everywhere.

The Chinese defenders had no order to retreat, they could only fight back and forth with the devils on the position, there were no generals and soldiers, everyone was desperate, the regiment commander died, the battalion commander took over, the battalion commander died, the company commander commanded, and in some positions, there was not even a single officer alive, and the surviving soldiers were still resisting stubbornly.

The devils also brought the spirit of fear of death to the extreme, and they launched a fierce charge under the cover of artillery fire, like a beast with its fangs bared, without an order to retreat, and the charge did not stop.

In the face of the bombardment of devil artillery and the spirit of bushido, the defenders with sparse firepower were unable to carry out effective defenses at all, and could only engage in hand-to-hand combat and engage in white-knuckle combat.

But the white-knuckle battle defenders still do not occupy any advantage, although the devil is short in stature but the victory is very strong, the stabbing is very powerful, the Chinese defenders with yellow faces and thin muscles often have to pay the price of two or three people to fight out a devil soldier, every hand-to-hand combat is over, the position will be re-piled with a new layer of corpses, the battle is extremely tragic.

The battle on the right bank of the river has evolved into a repeated tug-of-war, with the devils seizing positions under the cover of aircraft and artillery during the day, and then the Chinese army organizing death squads to retake them at night.

Yang Ling felt that he was lucky, he was still able to breathe and was still alive, and the friendly brothers around him who were fighting side by side had changed one after another, at first he remembered the names of some people, but now that many people have died in front of him, he doesn't even know the names of the other party.

He didn't bother to ask again now, he was going to die anyway, and there was not much difference between knowing the other party's name and not knowing the other party's name.

The only thing Yang Ling was relieved that the platoon commander Wu Jiang was still alive, this taciturn man's head had been cut by shrapnel and wrapped in blood-stained gauze, and the blood and mud left on his face had dried up and turned into a blur.

The old Wang head of the cooking class held a gun and curled up on Yang Ling's left side to sleep, he didn't cook anymore, and it was difficult for Qiao women to cook without rice, they ran out of food, so he simply picked up the gun and joined the battle.

Yang Ling didn't know how long this battle would last, at first he still remembered the time, but now there is no fierce battle day and night, who knows what day and day it is, the only thing worth waiting for is that the troops who want to change their guards come early.

Click-the silver case jumped briskly, Yang Ling wiped the mud and dust on the dial, and saw clearly the rhythmic turning hands by the flash, at nine o'clock in the evening, the reinforcements still hadn't come up.

He put the case lid down, and put the pocket watch back into his pocket, this is the pocket watch of Li Zhong, the head of the 361st Regiment, Li Zhong died, it belonged to Yang Ling, Yang Ling didn't know if he would die.

He pulled Wu Jiang, who was sleeping with his eyes closed next to him: "Lao Jiang, you keep an eye on it, I'll go find something to eat."

Wu Jiang was still silent and did not speak, but his eyes were already open, he nodded, grabbed his gun, and climbed to the sentry post.

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All British steel helmets, yellow military uniforms, and a high-morale army was rushing through the night.

From time to time, flashes of explosions in front illuminated the dark road ahead, reflecting the reflections of countless steel helmets.

Li Tiezhu raised his head and lifted the brim of his steel helmet upward, revealing his knife-like face, tired and excited.

They walked and rode in a car, bumpy all the way and finally arrived at the battlefield, looking at the endless marching procession in front and back, Li Tiezhu's heart felt extremely down-to-earth, and any Japanese ghost would cry in front of them Guangxi people.

"Li Tiezhu, I estimate that you are about to arrive at the position, you take a platoon to explore the way, see if there are any living people on the position, don't bump into the arms of the Japanese ghost."

The devil's artillery blockade was severe, the telephone line had been blown up, they were not clear about the situation on the front line, and the battalion commander was worried that the position had been lost, so he asked Li Tiezhu to take people up to explore the road.

After Li Tiezhu answered, he hurriedly disappeared into the darkness with a platoon of people and dived towards the position in front.

The devil's trajectory streaked across the night sky from time to time, and under the miserable white light, Li Tiezhu saw the position of the Chinese defenders.

As far as the eye could see, there were large and small craters and piles of corpses, messy and scattered guns, the whole position was dead silent, and there were still any living people.

"Platoon... Platoon commander, I'm afraid everyone is dead, right? Looking at the tragic position in front of him, a Guijun soldier who followed Li Tiezhu had his teeth chattering a little.

Li Tiezhu pulled out the shiny bayonet from the scabbard and hung it on the rifle, his face became extremely heavy: "Spread out a little, touch it and take a look."

The soldiers of the Gui Army, who followed behind Li Tiezhu, all dispersed with a loud noise, and marched towards the dead position in a straggler line with their rifles loaded with bayonets.

There were too many corpses, and they couldn't settle down at all, so they could only climb through the corpses and craters, and the smell of the corpses that burst into the nostrils made Li Tiezhu's heart churn, and he almost vomited.

Yang Ling was rummaging for food on the corpses in the corpse pile, his luck was good, he rummaged through more than a dozen devil corpses and found two devil dry food, and when he was about to return to the hiding place, he suddenly heard the sound of rustling from behind the position.

Yang Ling's heart was stunned, and through the miserable white flash, he saw the reflective steel helmet, his heart tightened, the reinforcements did not come, and the devil of the dog day touched it from behind.

He tiptoed back to his hiding place, woke up the soldiers one by one, and then silently touched them, ready to ambush them.

Now the defensive lines of the two sides are intertwined, and the positions of many defenders have been cut into pieces, Yang Ling and they have devils on three sides of this place, and it is not uncommon for devils to raid around the back, so they caught a glimpse of the other party wearing a steel helmet, and the black rumbling was not clear, and subconsciously thought that the other party was a devil.

Yang Ling held a crooked light machine gun in both hands that cost more than ten lives to capture, and fixed the tripod in a crater, and there were more than 20 rounds of ammunition left in the bullet bridge, which was enough to fight a surprise attack.

And Wu Jiang and the rest of the surviving soldiers also found their own places to hide, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the black shadow that had come over.