The Japanese army was repulsed, and the first thing the national army did was to send down the soldiers who were killed and wounded in battle and could not continue to fight. After climbing back to the trench, Tang Cheng, who was exhausted, had been squatting in the bunker, in fact, the people of the second company did not call him to help carry the corpses and wounded, and Tang Cheng, the smallest in the company, dared to follow the counter-charge and the Japanese troops who rushed up to fight, which was already beyond everyone's expectations, and no one still thought about tossing Tang Cheng, who was already pale.

Subconsciously feeling out the two empty magazines that had run out of bullets, Tang Cheng put together the pistol bullets that had fallen in the trench and began to fill his magazines with bullets. Cleaning and maintaining weapons, ensuring that there are bullets in the spare magazine and the chamber of the gun at all times, this is what Tang Cheng must do when he is free, and it has become a routine in Tang Cheng. Replacing the magazines that had fired three bullets, it took Tang Cheng a long time to fill all five of his magazines with bullets, and then put them back into the cowhide magazine.

When Liu Shanyang took over the first battalion, there were only more than 150 people left in the entire battalion, and after repelling the Japanese attack, the already small battalion became even more difficult, because the number of soldiers who could continue to fight would never exceed 110. In order to kill and wound as many Japanese troops as possible in the counter-charge, Liu Goat even sent a second company equipped with fast and slow machines to participate in the battle, and the second company also lost three veterans.

This Japanese attack was repulsed with great difficulty, but it was only the beginning of the nightmare for all the soldiers on the positions of the first battalion. The corpses of the Japanese soldiers in the position were cleaned up, and a large group of black spots appeared in the sky northeast of the position, and the shouts of officers and veterans on the defensive line rose one after another, calling for their men and the soldiers around them to prepare for air raids. The actual guards of the gates were better, at least they had two anti-aircraft guns, but the soldiers of the first battalion could only rely on a few light and heavy machine guns to provide them with rudimentary anti-aircraft firepower.

The black dots in the sky quickly approached the defense line of the first battalion, and the dull humming sound of the plane made people feel uneasy from the bottom of their hearts, the corpse collection team had just carried Niu Wazi's body away, and Tang Cheng didn't even get a glance at Niu Wazi. Tang Cheng, who was dull in his heart, sat in his bunker, suddenly looked up, and saw those black Japanese planes swooping down from a height of hundreds of meters, these damn Japanese fighters were simply a flock of crows rushing to prey on the corpses.

"Hidden! Take cover! A deafening roar sounded in his ears, and before Tang Cheng could react, his arm was pulled hard, and his weak body suddenly fell to the ground helplessly, and the whole person immediately reclined in the bunker. Turning his head to look, he saw that Zhou Fuzheng, who had disappeared just now, glared at him angrily, and then crawled straight past him, shouting to the other soldiers of the second company to pay attention to concealment.

Tang Cheng still wanted to roll over and get up, but suddenly heard a strange scream coming from outside the trench, because of the reclining posture, his gaze naturally turned to the sky. I saw a Japanese fighter roaring over the bunker, and just a few seconds later, a number of Japanese fighters roared past the defensive line, the height was so low that not only the plaster pill logo and wheels under the wings were clearly visible, but even the rivets on the fuselage could be vaguely distinguished, and the pylons with bombs hanging on their bellies and wings were already empty at this time.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! The explosion of the landslide and the earth cracked continuously, and the almost uninterrupted explosion sounded into a one, and the smoke rising was even stronger than the Japanese artillery attack just now, and the national soldiers on the defense line were almost shaken off the ground even if they were lying down, not to mention staying standing. The continuous and fierce impact made Tang Cheng feel as if his internal organs were about to burst, his hands were tightly covering his ears, his mouth was desperately open, but his eardrums were still hurt by the explosion.

With the explosion flying off the dust and mud and sand obscuring Tang Cheng's vision, they flew high into the air one after another, under the action of gravity, when they returned to the ground, they already had strong kinetic energy, and when they smashed on Tang Cheng's steel helmet, the pain that fell directly on their bodies was conceivable. The landslide and tsunami-like explosion lasted for three to five minutes, and more than a dozen Japanese fighters had pounced over the trenches, and the anti-aircraft guns on the city gates kept roaring all the time, but there was no obvious effect.

No one was seen moving in the trenches, in fact, Tang Cheng closed his eyes most of the time, and only struggled to look up at his surroundings during the brief interval when the intensity of the explosion had weakened slightly, and as far as the eye could see, large sections of the trenches had collapsed, and the soldiers with German ears and steel helmets were lying on their stomachs, or curled up and hiding in bunkers like hedgehogs like Tang Cheng.

He persisted tenaciously like this, and by the time the tremor on the ground gradually subsided, Tang Cheng was already deaf in his ears, and could no longer hear anything other than the constant humming. Looking out of the trenches, the soldiers were crawling up one by one, covered in mud. Resisting the intense soreness that ran all over his body, Tang Cheng struggled to stand up, looking for his weapon in the floating soil on his side, and in order to cope with the air attack, Tang Cheng's Mauser rifle and barge gun were covered under the floating earth.

Tang Cheng muttered almost unconsciously, and it took him a full minute to find his rifle and pistol from the floating earth. The buzzing in his ears seemed to have diminished a little, but his hearing was still not very good, but when he poked his steel helmet head out of the trench, he was suddenly startled by what he saw. Tang Cheng's scalp was numb from the dense bullet holes around the position, and the crooked trenches were divided due to multiple collapses, presumably someone was buried underneath, because Tang Cheng saw more than one person struggling to dig the collapsed trench with the tools in his hand to try to rescue the people below.

But now it seemed that there was little time left for those men to clean up and rescue, because in the open area opposite the position, hundreds of Japanese soldiers were pouring in like ant colonies, and from a distance, the earthy yellow uniforms of the Japanese soldiers resembled the raging fury of a yellow storm. Looking at the attacking Japanese army, Tang Cheng's heart was completely empty, not only him, but also many soldiers in the trenches were also so stupid looking at the rushing Japanese army and didn't know what to do.

"Prepare for battle, the Japanese army is coming, the Japanese army is coming." The hoarse shouts spread through the position at an alarming speed, but there were also many soldiers like Tang Cheng who were temporarily deaf due to the bombardment who were indifferent, and if it weren't for the soldiers next to him pushing themselves, Tang Cheng might not have noticed that the Japanese fighters had circled back and were ready to strafe along the trenches. More than a dozen Japanese fighters swooped in at high speed from an altitude of several hundred meters, and their dashing movements were like eagles soaring for nine days, and the weak firepower rising from the ground could no longer stop their dive strafing.

Tang Cheng had learned more than once the power of the plane's strafing on the way from Shanghai to Nanjing, and the refugees who were regarded as live targets by the Japanese pilots were torn to pieces by the Japanese cannons, and the panicked mules and horses were also beaten into blood gourds by the cannons of the Japanese fighters, especially the children who were taken by their families to flee were also killed by such cannons. Tang Cheng, who was angry in his heart, could only stare blankly at the Japanese fighters that swooped down from mid-air, and the rifle and 20 rounds in his hand were not enough to deal with the Japanese planes, so he could only vent his hatred with words at most.

The Japanese fighters that swooped down blew through the position of the first battalion like a wind, and the wings of these Japanese fighters soon appeared with a burst of gunfire, and the dense barrage of bullets rushed to the entire position, like a huge thunderstorm. For a moment, Tang Cheng felt that he was in danger, but he still subconsciously held his rifle and shrank to the root of the trench wall. Tang Cheng, with his eyes closed, felt like a dead leaf shivering in the wind as countless bullets fluttered into the dirt or human body, but he miraculously survived unscathed.

Trembling, Tang Cheng unconsciously regained his hearing, and when a soldier moving along the trench died in front of him, Tang Cheng dispelled the idea of getting up and observing the enemy. The battle continued, the machine guns on the battlefield were still ringing, Tang Cheng was still huddled in the corner of the trench with his rifle, and the corpse that had been torn in two by the machine gun bullet fell at Tang Cheng's feet.

For those in war, death can sometimes be a relief, but those who are alive still have to fight for survival. Tossing the defensive position of the first battalion into ruins, the satisfied Japanese fighters finally left, and in the urging of the officers and veterans, the heads of the first battalion wearing German steel helmets began to emerge one after another on the positions of the first battalion that had escaped the catastrophe, and most of the soldiers were nervous and panicked but had to make an indifferent appearance and raise their guns to aim at the Japanese troops who were rushing over.

"Hurry up, the little devil's plane has already left, are you hugging here waiting to be a prisoner of the Japanese?" Zhou Fu, who appeared again, vigorously pulled Tang Cheng out of the corner of the trench, and then picked up the rifle that Tang Cheng had dropped and returned it to Tang Cheng. Seeing that Tang Cheng didn't look like he was injured, Zhou Fu, who was relieved, took out two rifle bridges and threw them to Tang Cheng, "Check your rifle, load the bullets and wait for the order to fire, and save your life, there are already too many people who have died in our second row." ”

After being dragged by Zhou Fu, Tang Cheng, who had been dumbfounded, regained some of his spirit, looked at the back of Zhou Fu leaving, and tried to sit up against the trench Tang Cheng picked up the rifle and bullet bridge in front of his feet. "God forbid!" This is the first time that the mayor of Tang Cheng has sincerely praised God, and after reciting it silently in his heart, Tang Cheng crossed the corpse on the ground and leaned on the trench and raised his Mauser rifle to aim at the Japanese soldiers in front of the position.