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"Come back! Come back! ”

Yang Ling was roaring at the top of his throat, and the dozens of people in the row who launched the charge were also roaring, roaring and rushing towards the ghost soldiers who were injured and wriggling on the ground and bleeding.

The Chinese Revolutionary Army has never lacked bloody and brave men, and even though the position was shattered by the devil's artillery fire, they still fought tenaciously and bloodily for nearly three months.

In the face of the devil's artillery fire, they can't hold on, so they learn a new skill in the brutal bloody battle, and that is to charge.

As long as you launch a charge and strangle with the devil soldiers in close combat, then the various types of artillery in the rear of the devil soldiers will not dare to bombard, and the face-to-face fight with the devil bayonet can not only save ammunition, but also avoid being bombarded, charging has become a habitual action of many defender soldiers.

A platoon of soldiers was roaring, gritting their teeth, desperately rushing at the wounded soldiers who were howling and moaning on the ground, they were very excited, they had been pressed and beaten for so long, and they could finally avenge the brothers who died in battle.

"Come back! Come back! Yang Ling roared almost frantically, looking so powerless mixed with the earth-shattering sound of killing.

Dada-da

The three crooked light machine guns behind the devil saw the Chinese defenders rushing out of the barricade bunkers, and without hesitation, they spewed strings of flames.

The dense bullets drowned out Yang Ling's roar like a storm, drowning out the charging soldiers.

Blood sprayed wantonly one after another, and the soldiers who shouted and charged were hit by the strong force of the bullets, and their bodies trembled involuntarily like chaff, and blood holes appeared one after another.

One soldier was shot and fell to the ground, and another soldier fell to the ground, holding his chest open to meet the bullets, and then fell one by one, and the corpses that fell to the ground were intertwined and overlapped with each other, and blood kept gushing out.

The devil's machine gunners were experienced, and the three machine guns fired at each other, forming an impermeable network of firepower, and dozens of soldiers in a row crashed straight into it, and then were torn to pieces, stirring up a rain of blood.

Watching the soldiers who rushed out one by one were shot and fell to the ground and became corpses, the soldiers lying behind the barricade bunkers were stunned, roaring angrily and pulling the bolt to return fire.

The devil's machine guns stopped, and they ran out of magazines, but dozens of Chinese soldiers who rushed out also fell in pools of blood.

Even those who didn't die were like those talented devils, struggling and squirming, and the wails of pain made the comrades guarding behind the barricade bunkers angry and powerless.

The front of the barricade was originally an open area cleared by Yang Ling to widen the shooting range, but at this moment it became a hell for those soldiers who rushed out.

Some of the people who were not dead were covered in blood, squirming weakly, trying to climb back, but the machine guns of the ghost soldiers began to rattle again, and the bullets swept a fan regularly, blood and flesh splashed, and those who were seriously injured and did not die completely died, and there was no longer a living mouth.

The eyes of the rest of the soldiers in Yang Ling's company were full of anger, and they kept pulling the bolt of their guns and shooting, the bullets crackling and crackling, mixed with the roar of machine guns, and the fierce battle suddenly became fierce.

Yang Ling leaned his back on the bunker, letting the flying bullets hit the sandbag beside him and pop, the gray curly hat was jumped away, and he didn't react in the slightest, he just collapsed there as if he had been drained of all his strength, his eyes were gray.

A platoon of dozens of people was reimbursed like this, Yang Ling felt that his head was very painful, very painful, if he had reminded him earlier, they would not have rushed out, they would not have died, he blamed himself very much......

"Company commander, company commander, you're injured there!" Seeing that Yang Ling was leaning against the cover and not moving, Lao Wang Tou hurriedly rushed over to check Yang Ling's head, arms, body and thighs to confirm Yang Ling's injuries.

Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pushed the old king's head away: "I'm fine!"

He grabbed the rifle beside him again, his eyes were full of blood at the moment, like a wounded beast, exuding a dangerous aura, he wanted to avenge those brothers who died unjustly, and avenge the brothers who fell by his side one by one!

Yang Ling has been very confused when he came to this era, he didn't know in what capacity he should intervene in this war, and he kept losing and retreating, and watched one by one fresh lives fall beside him.

He originally wanted to live with the people around him, but he found that the reality was too cruel, Xiong Dawu died, and Luo Ziqiang died...... There are fewer and fewer people around him, and even if he struggles and tries, it will be in vain.

And now the death of dozens of subordinates has allowed Yang Ling to find his goal and find his own direction, that is, revenge, if he doesn't drive the little devil out of China and out of this land, no matter how hard he escapes, no matter how hard he tries to live, it will be in vain.

The anger had been buried deep in Yang Ling's heart, he picked up the 38 rifle, pushed the bullet and loaded it and began to shoot steadily.

The machine gunners of the devil soldiers kept behind to cover, and the more than twenty devil infantry who rushed in front were killed, and the devil machine gunners began to strike as if they were retaliating.

Lieutenant Devil was also enraged at this moment, as irritable as a bull, his detachment had lost more than thirty elite soldiers in three months of fierce fighting on the Songhu battlefield.

And now, in such an ordinary place, more than 20 people were killed at one time, and he couldn't bear it, and his teeth creaked: "Bombardment!" Smash them! ”

The devil's Type 97 mortar began to sound again, and a black shell landed on the street from the sky, and with a violent expansion explosion, the rubble on the house fell down with a bang, smashing the soldiers below, and screaming in pain: "Little devil! you grandma! ”

Rumble! After the first shell was test-fired and revised Chu Yuan, three shells in succession fell directly and accurately in the bunker of the barricade, and with the screams, the soldiers who were lying on the bunker and shooting were shrouded in gunpowder smoke and firelight.

"Evacuate to the house! Fast! Yang Ling put away his gun and shouted helplessly.

The devil's artillery fire is fierce, and the people who operate mortars and grenadiers are experienced veterans, and they can only be bombed when they stay in the streets.

The soldiers ran around in the darkness like panicked ducks, drilling into the houses on either side, shells falling and rubble flying, gunsmoke filling the air, and thatch began to crackle and burn.

Yang Ling strode towards the house next to him, but the cannonball exploded behind him, and he was swept into the house by the air wave, and the falling rubble smashed his forehead with blood, flowing down his cheeks, and the smoke and dust shrouded him, and he became a native man.

He heard a terrible scream from behind him, and turned his head to see the diminutive soldier behind him, whose legs had been blown off, and who was now curled up on the ground and struggling and wailing.

Yang Ling ran over and wanted to run out and drag him into the house, but before he could step out of the door, another shell fell, and the soldier who had broken his legs was directly lifted away, slammed on the sandbag, and lost his life.

"Ahh I got hit in the leg! Pull me up! ”

"Come into the house!"

"The devil is rushing over, fight!"

Dada-da

……

The river bridge was filled with gunsmoke, black smoke rose, and there was a rumbling sound everywhere, mixed with fierce gunfire, and the battle entered a white heat.