On the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, shouts of killing and explosions rang out, and officers and men on both sides strangled together on the three-kilometer radius of the defensive line.

The officers and men of the guerrilla corps were like springs, constantly being pressed and beaten by the devils, and were pressed backwards for several miles by the devils one after another, but they always advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, and consumed the physical strength and ammunition of the devil soldiers through layers of blockade.

Now this spring began to rebound, and the exhausted devils were first beaten and retreated, and now they are also fighting to the death under the roar of their squadron leaders, squad leaders and other officers at all levels, fighting back.

The officers and men of the guerrillas who defended their homes and the country swooped forward one after another, and those devils who were unwilling to fail also counterattacked in waves, and the two sides killed each other in the dark.

"What, the first and third battalions are fighting with the devils?!"

When the news of the front-line devils and the two guerrilla battalions fighting together to start a large-scale white-knuckle battle reached Yang Ling's ears, he was on his way to the front line, and he was also speechless in shock.

Yang Ling sent a blacksmith to lead a battalion to replace Shen Biao, who had been fighting for more than ten hours, just for the purpose of taking turns to consume the devils.

Now this area has been transformed into a preset battlefield by them, all kinds of traps, minefields, and field fortifications support each other, and the devils want to hit the head of the realm, which is impossible, and will only pay heavy casualties.

Yang Ling just hoped to send all troops to train in rotational battles, drag down the devils, and then concentrate their forces to encircle and annihilate them when the devils were weak and weak.

But what Yang Ling didn't expect was that it had only been a day, and there was a large-scale white-knuckle battle with the devil in front of him.

In fact, fighting with the devil was not the original intention of the blacksmith and Shen Biao, they just wanted to fight the devil for a counterattack.

Who knew that the captain of the devil brigade, Hirayama Jing, was so desperate that he personally pounced on him with a saber, and Shen Biao, who had already rushed up, couldn't retreat at all at this juncture.

Because on the battlefield, the fight is momentum, and now all the troops are defending and counterattacking, and they are entangled with the devils, if they retreat now, the chaotic situation is likely to be uncontrollable, leading to a rout.

So I know that it is not a wise move to fight with the devil with a bayonet at this time, but Shen Biao and they can only bite the bullet, and now it depends on whose bayonet is harder than whom.

Of course, Shen Biao and the blacksmith also knew that now the front-line troops were all strangled with the devils, and once they collapsed, then the entire position would be lost.

Therefore, when fighting with the devil with bayonets, he also hurriedly reported the situation on the front to Yang Ling, and asked the troops behind to urgently reinforce and rearrange the defensive line.

And now they are strangled with the devils who counterattacked, also in order to withstand the counterattack of the devils and buy time for the rearrangement of the defense line in the rear.

"It's just nonsense!"

Yang Ling was also very angry about the situation at the front, which was simply taking the lives of the brothers seriously.

Although according to the combat situation on the battlefield, the devil brigade fighting with them is also a third-rate level of devils, but it is also more than a thousand devils armed to the teeth, not more than a thousand pigs.

Fighting with so many devils on the entire line of defense, even if the time comes, the guerrillas will suffer heavy losses, and they can only be regarded as a miserable victory.

"Sir, do you want to let Camp Commander Shen and them withdraw quickly?"

When a staff officer heard that there was a scuffle with the devil in front of him, he was a little panicked, thinking that it was important to preserve his strength.

After all, the little devil's stabbing technique is well known, although the guerrillas have won many battles, fighting with the devil with bayonets, it is not about eggs and stones.

"If they could be withdrawn, Shen Biao and they would have already withdrawn, how could they fight to the death with the devil." Yang Ling also said angrily.

Although he was annoyed in his heart, Yang Ling also knew that the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and sometimes the plan could not catch up with the changes, and if the devil really entangled himself in a counterattack, and ordered a retreat, it would not only affect morale, but would lead to an uncontrollable rout.

The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, not only can they not retreat at this juncture, but they also have to attack, since they have been fought, then they must completely defeat the devil, otherwise this battle will be lost.

"Command! The guard company runs forward and throws reinforcements into the battlefield! Yang Ling didn't care about the eyes of the staff officers around him, and turned his head to Hu Zi, the commander of the guard company.

"Yes!"

Huzi, the commander of the guard company, also knew that the military situation was urgent, and without the slightest drag, he pulled out the shell gun in the holster on his waist and raised it backwards.

"One platoon will be left behind the chief of security, and the rest of the brothers, follow me!"

Huzi, the commander of the guard company, roared loudly and rushed towards the battlefield shrouded in gunsmoke with the brothers of the general commander of the guard company.

"All go up for reinforcements, leave me alone!" Yang Ling asked everyone to go up.

"Sir, this ......"

The platoon commander who stayed behind actually wanted to go up and fight the devils, but after all, he was still tasked with defending Yang Ling, and he was also full of embarrassment.

"If you don't suppress the devil in front, it's useless for you to stay here, go ahead, kill the devil! I don't need human protection! ”

"Yes!"

In the end, the platoon commander gritted his teeth, waved his big hand, and rushed to the battlefield with the remaining platoon and the brothers in front of him.

"Sir, it's too dangerous here, let's go back first, there are Camp Commander Shen and them in front, they should be able to stop the devils."

Intelligence staff officer Liu Sheng saw that all the guards had gone up, worried about Yang Ling's safety, and persuaded Yang Ling to return to the realm first.

Yang Ling shook his head, he was injured by the traitor's sneak attack and couldn't participate in the battle, but since he had come here, he couldn't retreat.

"It's safe here for the time being, you don't have to worry, now you go and pass my order separately, let the reserve battalion 1, 2nd battalion and patriotic battalion in the back give me reinforcements, since the devil wants to fight, then let's not hide it, just put on a posture and fight a big fight with the devil!"

Yang Ling's original intention was to consume the devils for a week, and when they were tired and their ammunition was almost exhausted, they would fight again, but now that the whole line has been launched, they can only press up all the way and launch a general attack in advance.

Yang Ling's troops were distributed on the ground within a radius of several tens of kilometers for defense, and now the front leading to Gaoyou was only two reserve battalions and patriotic battalions from Huaiyin, except for the two main guerrilla battalions in front.

They exist as reserves, not only lack guns and ammunition, but also a slight lack of combat effectiveness, but now they must not be pulled up.

"Wait for the first battalion to be prepared to attack directly on the battlefield, the second battalion will be prepared to cut off the devil's retreat from the left side, and the patriotic battalion will attack from the right flank in a roundabout way, Lao Tzu will annihilate the devil today!" Yang Ling directly took over the command of the battlefield.

The heralds and communication soldiers who came over followed the guards to kill them, and these staff officers who followed Yang Ling to prepare to inspect the position at the front had no choice but to temporarily play the role of heralds, and they turned around one after another, and rushed towards the assembly place of the reserve battalion and the patriotic battalion to give orders.

Yang Ling's arm was still hanging from his neck with a bandage, and when everything was arranged, the only person left by his side was Lei Xiong, the combat staff officer.

"Let's go, let's go up too." Yang Ling said that he was about to walk in the direction of the battlefield.

"Sir, there is danger ahead, let's stay here, the reinforcements will come up later, it's useless for the two of us to go." Lei Xiong, an operational staff officer, hurriedly stepped forward and stopped in front of Yang Ling.

"What? Afraid? Yang Ling stared at Lei Xiong with a cold gaze and asked.

"Sir, if I'm afraid of death, I won't be a soldier! It's just that you are the backbone of our Northern Jiangsu team, and you can't miss ......."

"If you're not afraid of death, get out of the way and go up with me to kill the devil!" Yang Ling hung one arm around his neck, held a pistol in the other, and insisted on going to the battlefield, making Lei Xiongna in a dilemma.

"Go, go! Lao Tzu is still afraid of the little devil! In the end, Lei Xiong still had to pull out his matching gun, followed Yang Ling's pace, and strode towards the battlefield.