The battlefield was scorched by those blackened trenches, the bunkers were scattered, and the battle lines of the two sides were also intertwined, and the nearest place was only more than 200 meters, and the movements of the Japanese army could be heard clearly from time to time in the trenches. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Japanese 14th Division crossed the Yellow River alone, rushed all the way, and when it advanced to the vicinity of Dangshan, it was already sleepy and tired.

Now that they encountered Yang Ling, the elite of the Central Army with neat weapons and equipment that they drove from Wuhan, they naturally couldn't please them, and they fought all night, and at dawn, the Japanese army was driven back to their original places.

At dawn, the devils couldn't hold on, and they also guessed that they had encountered a new force on the Chinese side that had just arrived on the battlefield, so they temporarily stopped the offensive and formulated new countermeasures.

The deafening sound of artillery on the battlefield subsided, and the screeching machine guns also stopped roaring, and the battlefield that had been fought all night suddenly became eerily quiet.

Yang Ling, the deputy commander of the regiment, lay in the scorched black trench, and set up a telescope in the direction of the devil's position to observe the enemy's situation.

Just as Yang Ling was holding the telescope and preparing to observe further, he suddenly felt that he was being targeted by a fierce beast, and a danger loomed over him, his pupils shrank, and he hurriedly rolled sideways into the trench.

"Smack!"

The silence of the battlefield was broken by the crisp sound of gunfire, and a pointed bullet creaked through the smoke and swept over the trench, popping into the sandbag behind it.

The sandbag filled with mud and sand was immediately punched out of a hole, and the mud and sand inside fell out in a line, looking at the huge hole on the sandbag, Yang Ling pushed his steel helmet, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

A winter's training kept him away from the cruel battlefield, and now that he is back on the battlefield, he can't help but be a little careless, if he slows down, I'm afraid he will be reimbursed.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of the seventy-nine rifle also sounded on the battlefield on Yang Ling's side, which was the brothers of the third battalion sniper platoon who fired back at the devil with cold guns.

"Deputy Commander, it's okay." The captain of the first company, Wang Meng, saw Yang Ling roll into the trench, and hurriedly ran over to help Yang Ling up.

"It's fine." Yang Ling dusted off his clothes and put dirt on them, and said with some self-deprecation: "I'm a little careless."

Yang Ling sat down with his back against the trench, took out the kettle on his waist, poured himself a sip of cold water, and asked, "How are the casualties of the brothers?"

Company commander Wang Meng was relieved to see that Yang Ling was fine, if Yang Ling, the deputy regiment commander, encountered an accident in the defense section of their company, he might be the company commander.

"Twenty-five were killed, eleven were seriously wounded, and the rest were lightly wounded, which did not affect the battle."

Although Yang Ling was already mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel a little heavy when he heard that so many people had lost their combat effectiveness in just one night.

Seeing Yang Ling's heavy face, Wang Meng added: "The dead are all recruits, and the veterans are fine."

Although the brothers went through a winter of training, most of them were fighting devils for the first time, no matter how they behaved on the training ground, but it was a brutal battle.

Compared with those devil soldiers with rich combat experience, Yang Ling and their troops still seem a little immature, but Yang Ling is not discouraged, he believes that they will one day surpass the devil and beat the devil to cry and cry for his mother.

"When we were in Shanghai, it was all over in less than half a day, and now we can fight with the devils, if only we had such good weapons and equipment earlier, those brothers wouldn't have to die in vain......"

Yang Ling saw where Wang Meng was talking to himself, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let the brothers eat something, hurry up and rest, today has just begun."

"Yes! We're here for revenge this time! Wang Meng gritted his teeth and said viciously.

Yang Ling grabbed the brand-new 79 rifle and walked along the trench towards the regimental headquarters.

The brothers got off the train and went straight to the battlefield, and then they fought for the night, now holding their guns and snoring in the trenches.

The high-spirited recruits were still excited, with a pair of panda eyes and stuffing fried rice and cold water into their mouths, while gathering in groups of three or five, telling their results, and the excitement made them not look sleepy at all.

"Deputy Yang Tuan," the recruits wanted to stand up and salute him when they saw Yang Ling coming.

"Sit down for me, don't salute on the battlefield!" Yang Ling saw the movements of the recruits and hurriedly scolded him.

There are a lot of sharpshooters of the devil soldiers, they hide the commanders who specialize in fighting those Chinese army on the battlefield, and many officers were targeted and killed by the devil sharpshooters because of the soldiers' salute, this is a bloody lesson, Yang Ling does not want to die here unjustly.

Yang Ling is amiable in life on weekdays, and he also shudders the brothers, but on the battlefield, he has another majestic face, which makes the recruits' hearts suddenly.

"Who is your platoon commander?" Yang Ling asked with a straight face.

Soon the recruits woke up a sleeping veteran, this veteran came back alive from the Nanjing breakout, and he respected Yang Ling very much.

"Do you all get together and want to be served by the devils, get back to your place and go to sleep." The veteran platoon commander was a reprimand.

In this trench, each brother had his own firing position, and there was a distance between them, so as to prevent the devil's artillery fire from rushing and avoid unnecessary casualties, and these recruits secretly gathered together, violating the rules of the battlefield.

"Don't let me find out again next time, or I'll remove you." Yang Lingnian didn't know about the veteran platoon commander, so he didn't punish him.

"Yes, Deputy Yang Tuan, I promise to discipline them well." The veteran platoon commander assured Yang Ling.

"When they're fine, teach them more experience in saving their lives on the battlefield, and don't brag about it."

"Yes!"

Yang Ling carried a gun and wandered around the position, and after learning about the casualties of each company and platoon, he returned to the location of the temporary regimental headquarters in Huilongji.

"Brother Yang, you're back," Zhang Handuo, the head of the regiment, saw Yang Ling enter the house with a disgraced face, and hurriedly greeted him.

Yang Ling also pulled a broken chair and sat down, and the cooking squad leader brought a bowl of vegetable paste and two steamed buns and put them on the table in front of Yang Ling.

After tossing all night, Yang Ling was also hungry, picked up the bowl and quickly ate all the vegetable paste in the bowl, and swallowed the two steamed buns into his stomach, and then he felt that he had regained some strength in his body.

"How's the situation at the front?" Seeing that Yang Ling finished eating, the head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, asked.

Yang Ling replied 1510: "The casualties of the brothers are not large, and the devils have not moved, so I guess what bad tricks are being held."

In this kind of confrontational battle, if the battle is fierce all the time, there is nothing to do, and it is like a sudden strange calm on the battlefield, which makes people uneasy.

"It's only a matter of time before the devils attack, and we can't sit still." The regiment commander Zhang Handuo unfolded a simple map drawn temporarily, pointed to a place marked with 3, and said: "What I mean is that we can take this high ground first, not only to consolidate the existing position, but also to be condescending and control the initiative."