The shattered darkness flashed from time to time with a cold light, the earth shook violently, and the defenders' positions such as Beixinjing and Nanxiang Station were under artillery fire, and the main force of the devils was breaking through. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A regiment of the 173rd Division was guarding the position not far north of Jiangqiao, and there was a fierce gunfire an hour ago, but there was no movement for half a day, and Yang Ling guessed that they should be finished.

The devil is well-armed and has a large number of infantry guns, and the defenders' improvised trenches will be destroyed after a few shots, and in the face of a storm of bullets, no matter how many people the defenders fill in, it will be useless.

The big field was lost in the evening, and the new defense line was being attacked by the devils, and it was certain that it would not be stopped, as long as one point was broken, then it was only a matter of time before the whole line collapsed.

Yang Ling doesn't care if the other positions can be held now, he only cares about whether Jiangqiao can hold out until the order to retreat arrives, and if he doesn't have the order to retreat, he will retreat without permission, that is, deserters, and those cold-blooded guys in the battle team will not show mercy.

Yang Ling felt that he was locked in a cage, he had no strength to use, he was bound by those rules and regulations and couldn't move, they had to be nailed to Jiangqiao and die in Jiangqiao.

No one wants to die, but the military order is like a mountain, they must defend to the death, if they want to live, they can only fight with the devil, they live if they die to the devil, they die if they don't die, they die if they don't die, in the face of the dilemma, Yang Ling didn't want to sit still, so he brought people out, hoping to regain the initiative.

Twenty-nine veterans followed Yang Ling's steps towards the east of the town, and their elongated shadows were like lonely ghosts in the bright moonlight.

They touched an infantry squad of devils in the west of the town, and more than a dozen devils were all killed by them silently, although they had several hanging colors, but the ones who hung the colors did not feel pain, but were very excited, they would rather hang more such colors a few more times, and fight a few more such happy battles.

From Lion Forest, Wusongkou to Yunzaobang, Jiangwan, how many of their comrades-in-arms have become incomplete corpses, how many people have been bombarded to pieces, and they are all lucky ones who crawled out of the corpses, and they have a deep blood hatred for devils.

But what if there is hatred in the air, positional warfare can't be fought, guns and cannons are inferior to people, people are still dying in batches, positions are still being lost one by one, their angry roar finally turns into gray despair, into numb mechanical walking corpses, numb pull the trigger, numb follow the flow of people to stop and stop, until they are killed by flying bullets.

They were incorporated into the supplementary regiment and were responsible for guarding the river bridge, they were still numb, like soulless people, but they were still human after all, and they were still unwilling.

When Yang Ling said that he wanted to take the initiative to attack, although he knew that the danger might never go back, they still signed up, hoping that they would not be so cowardly before they died, and they could beat the devil openly and honestly, instead of being beaten by the devil.

Fortunately, they fought a small victory, and more than a dozen devils were killed, and the flame of victory ignited in the hearts of these soldiers on the verge of despair, and finally turned into a ray of hope, illuminating their way forward.

Yang Ling is still Yang Ling, with a thin body and a thin face, but his figure has become tall and tall in the eyes of the soldiers, because he led them to victory, even if it was a small victory, compared to the 300,000 Chinese soldiers who died on this battlefield, it was insignificant, but this was the most proud of them in the past few months.

Not only these bloody soldiers, but the entire land of China is shrouded in haze, the people are in panic, the soldiers are numb and desperate, and no one can understand the state of mind that they are powerless in the face of broken mountains and rivers.

These soldiers saw light and hope in Yang Ling, and Yang Ling also hoped to spread the light of hope and dispel the haze with his own actions and efforts, from three years to the present, the northeast has been lost, North China has been lost, and now East China is about to be lost, and the Chinese need a smooth victory to inspire people.

Yang Ling is not a great man, he does not have the ability to turn his hands into clouds and cover his hands for rain, he is just an ordinary soldier, he hopes that through his own efforts, people can see hope, so that small victories can be transformed into big victories-

Yang Ling stopped walking and walking, and the twenty-nine veterans who followed him thought that there were devils in front of them, and they all lay on the ground, but they found that Yang Ling was still standing in place and did not move.

Although the sight was still dark and gloomy, the undulating reeds not far away, the swaying branches and black shadows were all around, Yang Ling's gaze looked around, and finally landed on an earthen beam in the west.

"Company Commander Yang, why don't you leave?" Platoon Commander Liu Yidao leaned over to Yang Ling, looked around and asked in a low voice.

Liu Yidao turned out to be the squad leader of the 29th Army, once fought devils at the Xifeng Pass of the Great Wall, and the devils are old acquaintances, good at using broadswords, and later was injured in the north and transferred to the rear, after several twists and turns, he returned to the team, and followed the new troops to the Songhu battlefield to continue to fight devils.

Yang Ling squatted down, pointed to the swarthy earthen beam on the left and the weedy depression on the right, and said to Liu Yidao, "This is a good place for Tibetans."

Tibetan? Shouldn't we go to the east and continue to touch the devils? What are you doing here? Liu Yidao was puzzled, looking at Yang Ling and waiting for his next step

"We just touched the devils in the west, a class is very difficult, several hung up the lottery, I estimate that the devils in the east will not be less than the west, we will definitely not be able to please like just now, maybe we will overturn in the gutter, I think we have to change the way of playing."

"Another way to play?" Liu Yidao looked at the earthen beams and the depression overgrown with weeds over there and asked uncertainly, "Company Commander Yang, do you mean ambushing devils?"

Yang Ling nodded, the terrain here is good, besides, they have just captured the weapons and ammunition of a reinforced squad of devils, which is enough to fight a short ambush battle, as long as the difference in the size of the devil's strength in the squad is not too big, he thinks it is not a big problem.

"But let's hide here, the devil may not pass through here, it's hard to ambush." Liu Yidao is not stupid, the so-called ambush requires the right time and place, now it is easy to hide when it is dark, and the terrain is good, but it is difficult for people, and the devil is not not their family, so let it come.

Yang Ling smiled and didn't speak, he was a former Falcon squadron leader, and what he was good at was small-scale special operations, and things like luring the enemy into an ambush circle were not difficult for him.

"Lure the little devil over and hand it over to me, you are responsible for fighting, as long as the devil comes, most of the first round of blows must be knocked out, are you sure?"

Liu Yidao thought for a while and said conservatively: "Two crooked handles and these grenades, as long as there are not too many devils, they should work."

Yang Ling patted Liu Yidao on the shoulder and said, "That's okay, I'll hand over the ambush to you to command, and I'll lure the devil over."

"Leave the task of luring the devil to me, and you will command the battle."

"Are you not confident in yourself or in me?"

"Not ......"

"Then let's act, remember to arrange crossfire for the machine guns, the first round of fire must be fast and fierce."