Yang Dashu mounted the Czech light machine gun on the sandbag, and swept towards the gap with a click, and the whistling bullets swept through the trench and beat the devil to the flesh and blood, and the smoking shells burst to the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are devils who continue to rush up along the gap desperately, but without exception, as soon as their heads emerge, they are immediately beaten into a hornet's nest.

"Don't mess around with machine guns! Stop the shot! Yang Dashu saw the machine gun not far away, regardless of his identity, and roared at the top of his voice.

Several light and heavy machine gunners of the 615th Regiment were slightly stunned, and they also joined the ranks of blocking the fire, and immediately formed an impermeable firepower network, and the barrage isolated the follow-up devil soldiers.

Nearly 100 devil soldiers rushed into the position, Yang Ling led people to rush forward, and with him taking the lead, the scattered soldiers around him also rushed up.

Yang Ling rushed and fought, almost without missing a shot, and the distance of more than ten meters had already overturned several devil soldiers, even in this noisy battlefield, it was particularly eye-catching.

"Brother Yang! Good marksmanship! "The head of the regiment, Zhou Xiangkui, as the commander, did not hide in the safe command center, but carried a big knife and fought on the front line, and when he saw that Yang Ling's bullet was not missing, he couldn't help but praise it.

Seeing Zhou Xiangkui dressed in an officer's uniform, while he was talking, two devils with bayonets rushed over with a roar, wanting to kill him, a big fish.

The head of the regiment, Zhou Xiangkui, was not afraid, and roared and raised his sword to meet him, the indomitable momentum made people's blood boil, and Yang Ling followed closely without showing weakness.

Although Zhou Xiangkui used the knife, it was a rough road, and he directly opened and closed the bayonet of the devil soldier, and the sharp tip of the knife actually stabbed the devil.

Another devil wanted to take the opportunity to pick up the bargain, but where would Yang Ling let him get his wish, he stabbed him in the stomach with a bayonet, raised his foot and kicked into the trench and began to bleed.

"Kill the devil!" Zhou Xiangkui is not only brave himself, but also drives the brothers around him to have hot heads and are not afraid of death, and rush forward in a swarm.

Nearly 100 devils and hundreds of Chinese soldiers collided violently in the smoke of gunpowder, and they did not catch each other, but completely hedged in a dense formation.

Both sides swung their weapons at the same time as they collided, and the sound of snorting was constant, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering.

Yang Ling only felt a shadow coming, and then he saw the blood flying everywhere, and more than twenty people fell in front of him, and the people behind roared and stepped on the corpse bee chrysalis and rushed forward.

As soon as the wounded soldier who fell to the ground fell to the ground, countless feet stepped down, and then they screamed in pain and were quickly trampled to death.

The roars, the clashing of iron, the muffled grunts and the crunch of bayonets into the flesh, and the fierce gunfire in the distance continued, but this place became purgatory on earth.

The old smoker rolled into the waterlogged trench with a ghost soldier in his arms, scratching his ears and tearing his mouth, and the two of them scuffled together.

Qin Shou smashed the devil soldier's steel helmet into the air like a madman, and then smashed his head into a pulp, and the fierce energy made the hideous devil couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp.

The ghost soldiers' stabbing skills are slightly higher, but good dogs can't stand up to wolves, and in the face of the Chinese soldiers who rush up, the number of ghost soldiers who rush into the position is decreasing.

The scuffle lasted less than five minutes, and there were less than ten devil soldiers left standing, staring fiercely at the bloody people who surrounded them back to back, like stones in a pit, ugly and hard.

The head of the regiment, Zhou Xiangkui, had his straight uniform torn off, revealing his broad chest, covered in blood and minced flesh, and his anger was pressing.

Looking at the ghost soldiers who were surrounded, without saying a word, he picked up a machine gun, hugged it and opened fire.

The devil soldiers who rushed into the position were all spelled out, Yang Ling and Zhou Xiangkui led people to re-plug the gap, and the first wave of attack of the devil soldiers was repulsed.

However, the commander of the devil's wing was particularly unwilling, and immediately dispatched artillery fire to cover the position, and the artillery fire continued to break the defenders' positions to pieces, and it was not long before several devil planes swept over the strafing positions at low altitude to help.

However, Zhou Xiangkui's 615 regiment fought tenaciously, the devils came to clean up as much as they wanted, and with the help of various artillery in the Jiangyin fortress, the fierce battle lasted until dark, and the devils finally retreated like a tide, and the attack ended without a problem.

Yang Ling They fought behind enemy lines for half a month, and the killing of the devil lieutenant general was just hearsay, Zhou Xiangkui admired Yang Ling and them in his heart, but when they fought side by side, they really saw Yang Ling's bravery.

With this level of friendship of fighting side by side, Zhou Xiangkui is much closer to Yang Ling: "Brother Yang, if you have anything in the future, just come to me, I, Zhou Xiangkui, will also help you when I go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire!"

The soldiers don't have so many twists and turns, and what they believe on the battlefield is their brother Paoze, because it is a fateful friendship, Yang Ling's performance on the battlefield made Zhou Xiangkui admire them, and at the same time, he completely accepted them in his heart.

Yang Ling was also full of affection for this bold regiment leader, just because he killed the enemy in blood instead of being greedy for life and afraid of death, he also made a promise that if he had something to say hello in the future, he would definitely help.

The commander specially sent a car to the Xiaohe position to pick up Yang Ling and them, bid farewell to Zhou Xiangkui, and the scarred Yang Ling and his party were sent to the headquarters of the Jiangfang Group Army in the bumps.

Although the outer positions are noisy, the county seat of Jiangyin is rarely quiet, except for the school and the yarn factory were blown up by the devil's plane, most of the places are still intact.

After all, Jiangyin Fortress not only has all kinds of large-caliber artillery, anti-aircraft machine guns, but also a lot of anti-aircraft guns, and the planes of the devil soldiers do not dare to fly over and bomb blatantly, unless they want to find death.

The car drove into Jiangyin County in the night, although the curfew and light control were imposed, Yang Ling and the others could still see the rows of buildings clearly, and they could imagine the prosperity behind it.

The brothers who had survived the bloody battle also forgot about the smoke and death on the battlefield at this moment, and gathered together to point out what they saw and heard along the way, which was full of novelty.

They fled all the way, seeing dead and burned villages along the way, and there were few living people, and now they are back here, and they feel much more relieved.

"Brother Yang, I heard that the commander's people want to see us, who do you say it should be?" The old smoker was excited and nervous at the same time, like a little daughter-in-law who was about to pass through the door, afraid to see her in-laws.

Yang Ling leaned on the car, watched the scenery regress rapidly, and showed a rare smile: "It doesn't matter who wants to see us, as long as we can have a good meal."

"That's true, I'm really hungry." The old smoker touched his shriveled stomach, thinking that he had patronized to help them fight when he was in the 615th regiment, but he didn't think to order something to eat.

The scene that greeted Yang Ling was more pompous than they expected, and the scale was much larger, and the heavily armed soldiers stood solemnly along the street without squinting.

More than a dozen senior generals wearing Nizi coats stood at the door of the commander, looking at them from a distance, surrounded by thousands of military and police people.

The old smoker jumped out of the car, and when they saw this scene, they were a little confused, and the pomp was a bit too big.

Looking at the bright military uniforms of the soldiers around him, and then at their tattered clothes, his face suddenly turned red and he was embarrassed.

"Line up!" Yang Ling was not much surprised, since they were greeted by such a big scene, then they could not lose their etiquette, and shouted loudly.

The old smoking guns quickly lined up as if reflexively, and the nine people who were still alive stood together.

"Stand straight, stand firm." Yang Ling reminded in a low voice, and when the old smoker heard this, they tried to puff up their chests.

"Let's go!" Yang Ling said that he had straightened his waist and began to take steps.

Although Yang Ling and the nine of them were dressed in tatters and unkempt and embarrassed, they were marching forward with their heads held high at this moment, but they exuded a killing aura, which made the waiting senior generals also look serious, and secretly praised in their hearts, worthy of being the person who can kill the devil lieutenant general, this momentum is enough to deter many people.