The white-knuckle battle has always been the most tragic, the bright bayonet stabbed forward with unbeatable arrogance, the bayonet was red, and four or five people on both sides of the face were clutching their stomachs and wailing and rolling to the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the face of the wounded and dead comrades, the living have no time to grieve and rescue, if they don't fight this group of devil soldiers who burst in from behind, they will all have to repeat the mistake of the past and be killed by the devils.

More than 10 men from the third and fourth squads were scuffled with the devil soldiers, and the bayonets were violently colliding, mixed with roars and wails, and the ears of the people who listened to the poofing of the bayonets into the flesh were weak.

After Yang Ling finished the life of the devil soldier who threw him down, he picked up the 38 big cover that was thrown away and rushed up again, and it was a stab at a devil who was pressing the Chinese soldier, and the blood arrow flew away, and the devil soldier was kicked over by Yang Ling and made up for it.

"Ahh There was a Chinese soldier wailing in pain, a sharp bayonet was poking at his stomach, and the grinning devil soldier looked like an evil from hell.

The bayonet was already drenched in blood, but the devil soldier especially did not let go of the Chinese soldier whose intestines were picked out, and when he saw that he was still howling, he turned around and stabbed him in the heart and completely ended the life of the Chinese soldier.

Two ragged Chinese soldiers worked together to push a screaming devil soldier to the ground, but their thin bodies with yellow faces and thin muscles had little strength, and they were killed by the strong devil soldiers one after another.

The Chinese soldiers of the two squads were almost exhausted in an instant, and Yang Ling was also roaring with red eyes at this moment and fighting with devils, one devil was smashed to the ground by the butt of his gun, and the other devil rushed up again.

"Kill!" Yang Ling roared angrily and sent the bayonet into the devil's chest, and the devil soldier still frantically opened his teeth and claws in pain, and was terrifyingly fierce.

Yang Ling kicked the devil's crotch, and the devil let out a miserable howl like killing a pig, huddled on the ground with his crotch, and was killed by Yang Ling.

The battle was short but fierce, with white knives in and red knives out, and there was no room for maneuver.

Although the Chinese soldiers of the two squads fought out more than a dozen devil soldiers who broke in from behind, they killed 1,000 enemies and lost 800 of themselves, two squad leaders were killed on the spot, and the five soldiers who were alive were all wounded.

Yang Ling killed five devil soldiers alone, almost half of the devil soldiers who broke in, even so, the defenders of the two squads still fought a miserable victory, and the difference in strength between the two sides was obvious.

The devil soldiers are very good in terms of tactical training, physical fitness, and logistical support, but the Chinese defenders are a lot worse, and they are inferior in physical fitness alone.

Malnutrition, yellow muscles, and thin body strength are not enough, and only two or three people can work together to deal with a devil with a bayonet, and they don't dare to fight one-on-one, who dares to fight one-on-one with a devil, that is no different from looking for death, except for a few of them, such as Yang Ling.

"Brother, brother, hold on!" One of the surviving soldiers shouted with a crying voice, holding the bloody soldier in his chest.

The soldier lying on the ground looked pained and wanted to say something, but blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and finally he didn't make it through and died.

"Little devil! I'm sketching grandma! Seeing his comrade-in-arms die in his arms, the soldier with a crying voice picked up a gun and suddenly stood up, and rushed towards the devil who was still attacking over there with anger on his face.

Poof!

Two stray bullets flew in the darkness and struck him in the chest, and he screamed, unwilling to fall to the ground, shedding the last drop of blood.

Lao Wang was ordered by Yang Ling to let the machine gun squad retreat, but as soon as he stepped into the private house of the machine gun squad, the strong wave of arrogance generated by the explosion in the room sent him out again, and the debris sprayed out made Lao Wang grin with a headache.

The devil soldier crawled under the window and threw two grenades into the house of the machine gun squad, and the explosion directly reimbursed all five people in the machine gun squad, and the machine guns were also blown into parts.

"it!" The old king's head staggered up from the ground, and the dirt all over his body fell slightly, and then stirred around.

The machine gun in the house on the left is reimbursed, and the machine gun in the house on the right is the only heavy firepower, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Hurry up and withdraw the machine gun to the rear!" I'm still waiting there to die! ”

The machine gunner in the house on the right was left with only one sub-shooter, and the rest were killed by stray bullets, and he also saw the explosion on the left.

Hearing the old king's shout, he was so frightened that he ran back with a machine gun, and just ran out of the house with his front feet, and then the house was collapsed by the devil's mortar, which frightened him into a cold sweat.

As soon as the machine guns responsible for fire suppression were withdrawn, the devil soldiers rushed forward, and their grenadiers also extended forward to strike, and the rumbling South Street fell into a sea of fire, the houses collapsed one after another, and the town was smoky, and Yang Ling felt that his lungs were full of gunpowder smoke and mud and dust.

Yang Ling and the others couldn't stop the devil's fierce firepower, so they could only retreat deep into the town, relying on those ruin-like houses to fight in the streets.

One company of more than 150 people was reimbursed after a while, and the rest of them were all out of breath and went into the dilapidated house, smashing the windows and blocking the doors.

Bang!

The devil soldiers rushed forward against the corners of the streets, and they kept pulling the bolts of their guns to shoot, and the doors and windows of the streets crackled and crackled, and the smoke and dust were scattered.

But the good days of the devils who entered the street came to an end, and the remaining soldiers in Yang Linglian relied on the buildings to keep firing cold guns, and several of the devil soldiers who walked in front were overturned, and in the face of the dark streets, the devils had some rat traps, and began to bombard with grenadiers and mortars.

Black smoke rose from Jiangqiao Town, rotten wood and straw crackled and began to burn, and the dark and mottled walls were already full of corpses.

After the devil's bombardment ended, he tried to attack again, but he was beaten back by Yang Ling and the others, and even fought a short white-knuckle battle, and neither of them could eat each other in this way.

"Company Commander Yang, the regimental deputy ordered your company to withdraw to North Street." After the devil's attack was repulsed, the temporary communications soldier of the supplementary regiment climbed in through the back window and found Yang Ling, who was covered in dirt.

"Isn't there a company on North Street?" Yang Ling was puzzled.

The signal soldier replied: "The company has been bombarded by the devil's grenadier, and the regimental deputy has ordered to shrink the defense now."

"Okay, I see." Yang Ling didn't expect it to be fought out so quickly, a little surprised, and a little heavy.

"That company commander looks like five big and three thick is very powerful, it turned out to be an embroidered pillow, so unbeaten." Thinking of moving the nest again, the old king muttered dissatisfiedly.

Yang Ling glanced at the injured old Wang Tou and said, "Okay, beckon the brothers to go to North Street."

The attack on Jiangqiao Town was just an advance detachment of the devils, and the devil lieutenants thought that they could eat the defenders with their strength, but unexpectedly the boat capsized in the gutter, and instead of eating, they were broken teeth and lost a lot of manpower, although they were unwilling, but they had to ask for support.

"Chief Suzuki! The third detachment met stubborn resistance from the Shina army in the town to the south and asked for reinforcements! ”

"How many are there?"

"Approximate battalion size."

"Let the 2nd and 3rd squadrons go over for reinforcements!"

"Hayi!"

Soon, more than 400 devil soldiers armed to the teeth rushed straight to the river bridge filled with gunsmoke under the cover of five tanks.