Yang Ling took over Wu Zhenguo's position with the remnants of more than 100 supplementary companies, and the soldiers of the 18th Division, who were covered in dust and sleepiness and tiredness, expressed their gratitude to the remnants, making the remnants feel like a hero for the first time, and found a sense of existence here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Even if you withdraw and have a good rest, the position is replenished by us, and you can't lose it!" Luo Dayong held the crooked light machine gun in his hand across his chest and shouted loudly, never thinking about what kind of brutal battle they would experience.

Yang Ling looked at the trenches that had been blown up by devil fire, his resolute face was full of solemnity, his brows were twisted into Sichuan characters, the trenches had been blown up into pieces, most of them had collapsed, and it seemed that they had to be dug again.

"Luo Dayong, you take someone to find some tools to repair the trenches." Yang Ling shouted at Luo Dayong, who was standing not far away.

Luo Dayong looked at the trenches that had been bombed to almost non-existent and wailed: "Why do I do all the hard work?" ”

The old smoking gun smashed the dry tobacco and gloated: "Who made you as strong as a cow, don't rub it, hurry up." ”

The old smoking gun is now completely idle, although he holds the title of company commander, but it is Yang Ling who actually commands the battle, but he has no complaints about Yang Ling's command, but is happy to be idle.

The remnants of the soldiers began to clear their positions and repair the trenches, and Yang Ling circled around the entire position, memorizing all the main points by heart.

This position is located on the flank of the main position of the 18th Division, next to another battalion of the 18th Division, but their position is quiet, I don't know if there are any alive, Yang Ling waved his hand and beckoned Heiwa to let him take a look.

Wu Zhenguo's machine-gun position in their battalion had now become an ornament, and a Maxim heavy machine gun had now become a broken part, half-buried in the fluffy earth, and the only thing that could be used was two Czech light machine guns, but there was not much ammunition.

Two Czech light machine guns are better than nothing, Yang Ling directly handed them over to a few remnants of soldiers who could use machine guns, and then arranged them in three directions of the position, so that they could just form crossfire.

However, Yang Ling knew that the devil's grenadier was powerful, and he solemnly explained to them that they had to change positions when they hit two magazines, otherwise they would become a live target for the grenadiers, and several remnants of the soldiers nodded in agreement, after all, they all followed Yang Ling over like this, and they were still convinced of his words.

Although Wu Zhenguo did not have much heavy firepower such as machine guns left behind, there were a lot of grenades, there were four or five boxes of them, although these wooden-handled grenades were rough in workmanship, but they exploded and killed people without ambiguity, Yang Ling directly laughed.

Before Yang Ling had finished repairing their trenches, suddenly there was a violent roaring sound in the distant sky, and he looked up and saw that more than a dozen black spots in the gray sky were gradually expanding in his pupils.

"The devil plane is coming! Take cover! Take cover! Yang Ling ran wildly and yelled at the remnants of the soldiers who were repairing the trenches.

The sound of the devil's airplane motor was like the sound of mosquitoes buzzing in the ears, and the whole space was buzzing, and the remnants of the soldiers hurriedly began to jump into the trenches.

Dadada!

The devil's plane is getting bigger and bigger in the field of vision, and you can see its hideous face, they fly very low, and see the remnants of the soldiers on the position who are panicking and dodging everywhere, and the on-board machine guns on the three devil planes flying towards this position began to shoot wildly.

Along the route of the devil's plane, two gray ribbons of smoke and dust continued to extend towards the front of the flight, and sandbags and trench planks were splashed and sprayed along the way.

The two remnants ran to dodge the devil's plane, not noticing that they were on the line of the dead bullets.

"Run in both directions! Run in both directions! Eye, Yang Ling also saw the two remnants standing on the line of machine gun fire, roaring and reminding.

But the roar of the devil plane was too loud, Yang Ling's voice was drowned out, and before the two remnants jumped into the trench, the bullet belt extended and burst out of their bodies into a cloud of blood mist, and they were immediately beaten into a sieve, and they could vaguely see the light on the opposite side.

The body of the remnant soldier was twisted and fell into the trench, and seeing the remnant soldier being strafed by the devil's shipboard machine gun, Luo Dayong's eyes were red, and he yelled: "Little devil! I'll grass your grandma! ”

Climbing into the trench and raising the machine gun in his hand to shoot at the devil's plane, his face was full of anger, and the rest of the remnants also raised their guns and pulled the bolt at the devil's plane to shoot.

"Stop it! Don't waste bullets! Yang Ling kicked Luo Dayong down in the trench and scolded.

Luo Dayong was like a little daughter-in-law who had been wronged, looking at the devil plane flying away, his fist smashed heavily into the dirt, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

"It's all for Lao Tzu to hide! If you want revenge, you have a chance! Yang Ling looked at the devil plane hovering overhead, and roared to vent the anger in his heart.

Now that the Chinese army has completely lost air supremacy, the devil's planes can bomb and strafe with impunity, but the Chinese army is helpless, and if it is backward, it will be beaten, and this is vividly reflected here.

The devil's plane did not go far, but strafed and then circled back, and like a hen laying eggs, bombs fell on the defenders' positions.

Thundered! The position was drowned in a cloud of fire and smoke, the earth trembled, countless fragments of stumps were blasted into the air and then fell heavily, and a rain of blood fell under the sky.

The fortifications that Yang Ling had repaired before were flattened in such a violent explosion, and the entire position seemed to be ploughed, and the earth and rocks raised by the explosion flew everywhere.

Yang Ling lay dead in the trench, the roar of the explosion made his ears buzz, and the explosion and dirt splashed everywhere on his body sent a heart-rending pain, he heard someone screaming miserably, but soon drowned in the explosion.

The huge smoke and dust raised by the explosion enveloped the position, and the choking smoke poured into Yang Ling's lungs, making him feel as if he was about to suffocate, I don't know how long it took, the explosion finally stopped, and their position had become a ruin.

"Phew!" Yang Ling shook his head, the dirt fell, he spat out the scorched earth that splashed into his mouth, and stood up with a disgraced face.

As far as the eye could see, the entire position had become a mess, large and small craters had been filled, and most of the figures of more than a hundred remnants were submerged in the trenches, and he saw several fragmented corpses lying on the edge of the crater, but they were already bloody and fleshy, and he didn't know whose they were.

The devil's tactics have always been simple and clear, that is, artillery bombardment, aircraft bombing, infantry attack, if you can't attack it, then bomb and bomb the infantry and then charge, in the face of the devil's aircraft and artillery, often the defenders have not seen the devil's infantry has been killed most of them, how can this be defended?