All fronts in the vicinity of the Mahuiling Basin were turned into a pot of porridge, and the devils launched a strong attack on the defending troops day and night as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The low hills turned into bare, scorched earth, the paddy fields overgrown with crops were blasted into countless shocking craters, and the blood in the low-lying areas was dark red, reflecting the orange-red flames that exploded in the distance, like purgatory.

Although the infantry divisions of the Chinese army guarding the front line of Mahuiling were under tremendous pressure and the casualties rose sharply, they still gritted their teeth and stumbled on the ground with devils.

The battle between the two sides lasted from day to night, with a hand-to-hand hand-to-hand fight taking place almost every hour or two.

Each time, the devils violently broke into the Chinese defenders' defensive lines, but each time they were repulsed by the counterattacking troops before they could gain a foothold, leaving corpses everywhere.

The battlefield had darkened, and the brothers lying in the trenches could no longer tell whether the smoke was too thick to obscure the light or whether it was already dark.

But it doesn't matter to them anymore, as long as they haven't received the order to change down and rest, they have to be nailed to the forward position, and the devils who rush up repeatedly fight until the troops who change guards come up or fall themselves.

"Peng! Peng! Peng! ”

The devil's mortar began to bombard again, and the piercing and sharp whistling pierced the dark sky and landed on the position, and the rumbling explosion and fire were like lightning in the night, reflecting the miserable white stacked corpses around them.

The combat troops in the forward trenches were fighting the devils wholeheartedly, and the people in the nearby area had already been transferred, and the corpses left on the positions had not had time to be cleaned and buried, and had been stacked into hills.

From time to time, shells fall on the corpses and explode the flesh and bones, revealing the scorched earth soaked in blood, but it will not be long before the blasted area is covered with corpses again.

The position guarded by Yang Ling and their regiment is on the flank of the entire defense line, the devil's strong attack is on the front, and the gunfire on the front will become fierce every once in a while, the two sides are always fighting at a high intensity, and the position on the flank is not high in the frequency and intensity of the devil's attack.

The main battalions in the regiment were split according to Yang Ling's order, and they went to the forward positions in batches to fight with the devils in turn, so as to temper the recruits.

Except for the first batch of recruits who went to the front line because they did not have any combat experience, the devils were now suppressed if they couldn't even get close to the position.

In the morning, when the troops pulled up, many of the recruits could not help but vomit when they saw the shattered corpses that had been bombed.

But now the recruits, blackened by the flames of war, were able to lie in the bloody corpses and gnaw on the miscellaneous grains sent by the cooks, and ignore the corpses.

The war and death have made the recruits grow rapidly, both in terms of tactical actions and ideology, they are becoming more and more similar to those veterans who have survived the bloody battle, and the devils have been fighting more and more hard, showing fatigue.

Although the devils did not launch another strong attack because the sky was getting darker, the sporadic attacks were continuous, but Liu Yidao, the major battalion commander, did not dare to relax in the slightest.

He led a few guards to patrol the trenches around the front, and from time to time he needed to lie down to avoid the cold guns and cannons of the devils.

"Keep your eyes open, don't be attacked by devils."

Liu Yidao They have the experience of sneaking up on devils, so they naturally don't want to be attacked by devils, and whenever they pass by the guard post, they will deliberately pat them on the shoulder and admonish.

"Battalion commander, don't worry, the company commander has ordered us to set up a guard in the trenches, and if the devil comes, we will know from afar."

The vigilant sentry crouched on his observation post, pointed a hundred meters away, and said with some smugness.

Battalion commander Liu Yidao looked around, and in the place outside the trenches, he threw a lot of captured empty lunch boxes and some broken clay pots, and even bells hung with wires, all of which rang when he moved.

If the devil touches it and sneaks up on it, the black rumbling touch these things will definitely alarm the brothers in the trenches.

"You're doing a good job, go back and tell the other troops, let them get some too." Liu Yidao did not hesitate to praise himself, so that the guard sentry happily agreed.

Fighting devils under harsh environmental conditions, the Chinese officers and soldiers were no longer as overwhelmed as they were on the battlefield in Shanghai.

Most of the officers and soldiers who survived had grown up with the baptism of war, and they had been able to learn how to protect themselves on the battlefield and survive while taking out their enemies.

Liu Yidao was patrolling various positions in the dim trenches, and in the distant explosion of firelight, he saw more than a dozen people coming towards him, and immediately became vigilant.

The sky had completely darkened, and the entire battlefield was still shrouded in gunsmoke, black and rumbling, and the vision was greatly obstructed, making Liu Yidao mistakenly think that the devil had touched the position, and hurriedly touched the gun.

"Tuanza." The excited voice from the front made Liu Yidao put down the gun in his hand again.

And Yang Ling patted the brother who was guarding the firing position and said a word of encouragement, and he had already walked over.

Liu Yidao saw that Yang Ling, who had been promoted to the head of the first regiment, actually carried a spear on his back and touched the forward position to inspect, and he was moved and quickly greeted him.

"Tuanza, why are you here, go down quickly, the front-line devils shoot cold guns and cold guns from time to time, which is very dangerous."

Yang Ling's identity is no longer what it used to be, as the commander of a regiment, if there is a mistake in his own defense line, he can't afford it.

Besides, Liu Yidao didn't want Yang Ling, a respected chief, to make any mistakes, so as soon as he opened his mouth, he persuaded Yang Ling to return to a safe place in the rear.

Seeing the concerned gaze of his old brother, Yang Ling also felt warm in his heart.

He said indifferently: "You can all fight devils in this dangerous place, why can't I come, we were not afraid to charge in the rain of bullets and bullets at the beginning, are you still afraid that this cold gun and cold cannon will not work, I just came up to see the brothers, and I will go down later."

Seeing that Yang Ling had been promoted to the head of the regiment, and he was still thinking about their brothers, Liu Yidao was moved.

However, it was really dangerous in the trenches, so he pulled Yang Ling into a dimly lit bunker and sat down with an ammunition box.

It's not that Yang Ling doesn't stick to his post and takes risks at the front without authorization, but in such a complex battlefield, most of the troops are new recruits, he really can't rest assured, and he needs the commander to stabilize the morale of the army.

Moreover, in various critical battlefields, the generals will personally lead the charge with guns, and what is the point of his small regiment commander patrolling the front line.

Although he only walked up and walked around, letting the brothers who were sticking to the trenches see him could at least stabilize the morale of the army.

He had come from a grassroots soldier to the present day, and he knew how the presence of the commander in the front-line trenches in the arduous battle was an encouragement to the brothers, and even if he did nothing, he would make the brothers happy, and the commander was always with them to fight side by side.

"Tuanza, is there any change in the enemy's situation?"

Liu Yidao is an old brother who has followed Yang Ling for a long time, although he knows that Yang Ling often takes the lead in leading the charge to boost morale.

But now that it is still dark, it is certainly not as simple as simply patrolling the position and visiting the brothers.

Yang Ling looked at Liu Yidao, who had a serious face, and shook his head with a smile: "I really can't hide anything from you."

Liu Yidao also scratched his head embarrassedly, most of their front-line commanders were trained from the war with Yang Ling, not only with rich combat experience, but also very tight.

Yang Ling put away his smile and his face became serious: "I just came back from the brigade headquarters, and the Ruiwu Road side is tight, and Chief Xue ordered three divisions to be transferred from our side to reinforce it in the dark, and they have already secretly opened ......"

Hearing that three divisions were taken away at once, Liu Yidao's face also became solemn, which meant that they would be under more pressure.