The guns rang out for a night, and Yang Ling and the others attacked forward in the dark night, and they didn't know how far they had gone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As the day dawned, the battalions of the regiment that had launched an attack at the same time also scattered in the night, and they did not know where they had gone, and there was a faint sound of gunfire in the distance, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse.

The right flank of the third battalion led by Yang Ling was originally the second battalion attack force led by the regiment commander Zhang Handuo, but there was no news at this moment, and it was not clear whether it rushed to the front or fell behind, and the troops were disorganized.

The Japanese army was also stunned by the sudden onslaught of the Chinese army, and besides, the Japanese army cherished their soldiers and did not like to fight at night, after all, at night, their artillery and planes could not play a role, which was equivalent to losing a strong arm, and their combat effectiveness was not as good as that of the day.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Japanese army could not withstand the attack of the Chinese army at night, so they had to fight and withdraw while preserving their strength, which allowed the Chinese army to take advantage.

Yang Ling's left flank should have attacked the 305th Regiment forward, but another unfledged force appeared in a daze, making Yang Ling and them mistakenly think that they had encountered a retreating devil, and rushed forward.

The advancing force was not good either, finding someone pounced, and with quick action seized a village that had almost been blown into ruins.

When the two sides were about to fight, the deputy battalion commander who rushed to the front saw that the person hiding behind the earthen wall was also wearing a German-style steel helmet, so he hurriedly stopped the attack and avoided a misunderstanding.

"Damn, the flood washed the Dragon King Temple, and my family doesn't know my family!"

More than 100 brothers of the National Revolutionary Army, covered in dust and gunpowder, put away their guns and came out of the village, led by a battalion commander with several hideous scars on his face.

The troops fought all night, and broke through several lines of defense of the Japanese army, which had now reached depth, and although the attack was fierce, the stubborn resistance of the Japanese army also made the brothers red-eyed.

The brothers' uniforms were blackened with gunsmoke and stained with blood, and many of them were unkempt and no longer human, which led to a close misunderstanding between the two sides.

The deputy battalion commander also knew that he had almost made a big mistake, and smiled and stepped forward to hand the cigarette to the battalion commander wearing the rank of major.

"This little devil's cigarette is really good." Although the scar on the major looked fierce, the battalion commander was very open-minded, took a hard puff of cigarette, grinned and began to praise.

This cigarette was taken out of the pocket of the dead Japanese soldier by the old smoking gun, and after a night's fighting, the troops went smoothly, and the brothers developed a good habit, that is, while rushing forward, they did not forget to sweep away the spoils of war on the Japanese army, and now every brother has a puff of money and has captured a lot of good things.

The old cigarette gun lit a cigarette for the strange friendly battalion commander, and he also lit it with a match, and while he smoked, he stared at the badge of the scar battalion commander and asked, "Brother, why did your 7th Army come here?"

The battalion commander of Scar took a hard puff of cigarette and said: "At the beginning, I was still with the main force, but in the end it was disrupted, all the troops were attacking, we lost contact with the regiment headquarters, who knew that we rushed all the way here, and we were almost shot by you."

The old smoker smiled embarrassedly and said: "There are still a lot of devils in front, and it is dangerous for you hundred and ten people to act alone, so it is better for us to rush forward together, and take care of each other."

The Scar battalion commander raised his head and looked at the dozens of old smokers, don't pout, and said, "You don't have more people than us, right?"

The old smoking gun smiled, pointed to Yang Ling and the others who came around from the side of the village and said, "There are still ones over there."

"Dare to love someone who copies Lao Tzu's back road," the Scar battalion commander laughed when he saw more than 200 people coming around from the flank of the village, it seemed that he was underestimating the brothers of the 74th Army.

If they are really devils, I am afraid that they will have to be reimbursed in this broken village today, looking at Yang Ling and their group of people are very powerful, not only are they strong and strong, but they are not good at stubble, he feels that his brothers are partnering with them, and he will not lose, so he immediately agreed to act together without hesitation.

Yang Ling and the others also scattered in a mess at night, and the entire third battalion not only lost contact with the rest of the battalions, but also the subordinate companies were also scattered, which was a confused battle all night.

Although it is possible to take advantage of the chaos to attack forward at night, if the troops in this daytime attack forward in a scattered manner like at night, it will be a loss, after all, the Japanese army is also very tight, so Yang Ling led the team to attack forward, and at the same time collected the scattered skirmishers of each unit to enrich the troops.

Although the commander of the Scar battalion belonged to the 7th Army, it was dawn now, and the two sides hugged together to keep warm, and immediately acted together.

After fighting all night, Yang Ling and the others didn't know that they had rushed there, so he didn't dare to rush forward like he did at night, but while gathering his troops, he inquired about the battlefield news and the situation of the higher headquarters.

The Japanese army had been frantically attacked all night, and many of the towns they had captured a few days earlier had been lost, and they retreated all the way to disgrace, and only at dawn did they stop retreating and rebuild the defensive line, and at the same time contact the division headquarters and wait for instructions on the next step.

More than 50 brothers led by Wang Meng, commander of the assault company of the third battalion, made a rapid assault, and at dawn they had already advanced along the Longhai line to the vicinity of a village south of Neihuangcheng.

Wang Meng and their fierce battle all night, at this moment every brother is tired and unkempt, but they are an assault company, to rush to the front of all the troops to open the gap in the Japanese defense line, although tired, but the brothers' enthusiasm for fighting is very high.

After dawn, in a hidden mountain col, Wang Meng, the commander of the assault company, who had leg cramps, ordered the troops to rest for two hours to eat and sleep to replenish their strength, and sent people to find Yang Ling and them to ask for the next task.

More than 50 brothers were already exhausted and paralyzed, and they lay down in various places, gnawing on steamed buns, and then lay down on the spot and fell asleep, snoring loudly.

The Japanese reconnaissance planes swept over the mountain col in waves, but Wang Meng and the others were well hidden, and the Japanese reconnaissance planes did not find their traces.

"Company commander, company commander," Wang Meng was also tired enough, and when he was asleep, the brother who had been sent out to contact his superiors came back and woke him up.

Wang Meng grabbed the gun and got up, and when he saw that there was no enemy, he sat back lazily again, and asked the brother, "Have you found Deputy Regiment Leader Yang?"

The brother shook his head: "I met the assault company of the 153rd Brigade, and they said that our regiment is still behind, and I am afraid that we will not arrive here until noon."

Wang Meng asked, "Where are the people of the 153rd Brigade Assault Company?"

"They chased a stream of devils to the north, and they had already run ahead of us."

"Company commander, shall we continue to attack, or shall we wait?" The deputy company commander Junko leaned over and asked.

Wang Meng pondered for a moment and said, "Keep attacking!" We are the strongest assault company! We can't afford to lose to those guys from the 153rd Brigade. ”