The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

However, Yang Ling knew that the devil's grenades were powerful, so he told them very solemnly that he had to switch positions after firing two clips, otherwise he would become a living target for the grenade. The remnants nodded in agreement, after all, they were all following Yang Ling. Those who came over still believed in his words.

Although Wu Zhenguo and the others did not leave much machine guns and other heavy firepower, there were a lot of grenades, four or five boxes in full. Although these wooden handle grenades were rough in workmanship, they exploded and killed people without ambiguity, so Yang Ling accepted it with a smile.

Yang Ling and the others hadn't finished repairing their trenches, when suddenly there was a violent roar in the distant sky, and he looked up to see more than a dozen black spots in the gray sky that were gradually expanding in his pupils.

"The devil's plane is coming! Take cover! Take cover!" Yang Ling yelled at the remnants of the trenches as he ran wildly.

The sound of the devil's plane motor was like the sound of mosquitoes buzzing in the ear, and the whole space was buzzing, and the remnant soldiers started to jump into the trench in a hurry.

Da Da Da Da!

The devil's plane is getting bigger and bigger in the field of vision, and its ferocious face can be seen. They fly very low, and they can see the remnant soldiers who are panicking and evading everywhere on the battlefield. The on-board machine guns started to fire wildly.

Along the route of the Devil's plane, the crackling bullets shot out two streaks of gray smoke and dust that continued to extend towards the front of the flight, along the way sandbags and trench planks were all splashed.

The two remnants ran to avoid the devil's plane, not even noticing that they were on the path of death bullets.

"Run to both sides! Run to both sides!" Yang Ling also saw two remnant soldiers standing on the line of machine gun fire, and shouted to remind him.

But the roar of the devil plane was too loud, and Yang Ling's voice was drowned out. Before the two remnants jumped into the trench, the bullet belt stretched over and burst their bodies into clouds of blood, and they were immediately beaten into pieces Through the sieve, you can vaguely see the light on the opposite side.

The remnant soldier's body twisted and fell down in the trench. Seeing the remnant soldier being shot down by the devil's ship-borne machine gun, Luo Dayong's eyes were red, and he yelled: "Little devil! I'll fuck your grandma!"

Climbing up to the trench and holding the machine gun in his hand, he opened fire 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 to shoot at the devil's plane.

"Stop it all! Don't waste bullets!" Yang Ling kicked Luo Dayong to the trench and cursed loudly.

Luo Dayong looked like a wronged little daughter-in-law, looking at the flying devil plane, pounding his fist heavily into the soil, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Let me hide it! If you want revenge, you have a chance!" Yang Ling looked at the devil plane circling in the sky, and roared to vent his anger.

Now the squadron has completely lost its air supremacy, the devil's planes can bomb and straf without restraint, but the squadron has nothing to do, it will be beaten if it lags behind, which is vividly reflected here.

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

Rumble!The position was submerged in flames and smoke, the ground was trembling, countless fragments of limbs were blasted into the air and then fell heavily, a blood rain fell under the sky.

The fortifications that Yang Ling and the others had repaired before turned into flat ground in such a violent explosion. The whole position seemed to have been plowed, and the earth and rocks from the explosion splashed everywhere.

Yang Ling was lying dead in the trench, the roar of the explosion reverberated in his ears, and the explosions and mud splashed everywhere made him feel piercing pain. He heard someone screaming screamed, but was soon drowned in the explosion.

Huge smoke and dust from 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. After some time, the sound of the explosion finally stopped, and their position was gone. turned into ruins.

"Bah!" Yang Ling shook his head, the dirt fell rustlingly, he spat out the scorched dirt that splashed into his mouth, and stood up in disgrace.

Looking around, the entire position has become a mess, large and small bomb craters make up for it, and most of the more than 100 remnant soldiers are submerged in the trenches. He saw several fragmented corpses lying on the edge of the bomb crater, But it's already bloody, and I don't know whose it is.

The devil's tactics have always been simple and clear, that is, bombardment, plane bombing, and infantry attack. Most of them have been killed in battle, how can they hold on?

Text Chapter 21 Fierce battle!

The roar of the Devil's plane went away, and only loud curses and painful howls remained in the position. The soldiers of the supplementary company climbed up from the trenches with unkempt hair and fell down with mud all over their bodies.

"You little devil who caress about your grandma!" The gray military uniform on Luo Dayong's body can no longer be seen in its original color, and it is covered in dust. Except for the rocks that were blown up by the air waves and splashed across a groove, there is nothing wrong with it. .

Yang Ling glanced across the battlefield, and saw familiar people crawling out of the trenches cursing one by one. After fighting side by side for so long, they had already formed a relationship behind them. He was a little relieved to see that they were fine.

But then Yang Ling's face became serious again. Although these few people were fine, only seven or eighty of the original 120 remnants could stand up, and the rest were either buried in the trenches or killed by the devil's bombs. shredded.

"Hurry up to rescue the wounded, check the weapons and ammunition, the devil is coming up soon." Yang Ling took a deep breath and shouted orders.

Although he had already expected the death, after all, the truth is never merciful, but when he saw more than 30 mutilated corpses dug out from the soil, his heart still twitched slightly with.

Little devil, this is a blood feud. A good living person has turned into a cold corpse in such an instant, but Yang Ling has no time to grieve, because he knows that the more brutal battle has not yet begun, and this is just the devil's plane. Just bombing.

"Brother Yang, the devil is coming!"

The second fool yelled at Yang Ling to warn him.

Countless devils in khaki uniforms and steel helmets started to attack the No.18 Division's position with stab guns after the bombing of the plane. There was a squadron of more than 200 people rushing to Yang Ling's flank position. At this moment, he is striding towards this side.

"Get ready to fight!" Yang Ling picked up the captured devil's [-] rifle, jumped into the back of a sandbag, and pointed the black muzzle at the devil.

Just after being bombed by the devil's plane, dozens of people were killed, and the remnant soldiers all looked for cover with red eyes, holding their breath and waiting for the little devil to approach.

The devils jumped in front of the pitted formation, covering each other and rushing towards the formation alternately. Yang Ling could see their ferocious faces and bayonets gleaming with white light in his pupils.

Yang Ling tried his best to adjust his breathing to keep him as stable as possible. He aimed his gun at the devil who was jumping forward amidst the ruins, and finally landed on a tall devil.

boom!

Yang Ling bent his index finger and pulled the trigger. The high-spinning bullet instantly sank into the devil's temple, and a large mass of bright red stuff spewed out. The devil's body paused, and then fell straight into a crater.

Seeing Yang Ling shoot, the rest of the remnants also pulled the trigger with anger on their faces, and a row of bullets greeted the little devil, and the bodies of the few devils running in the front were hit by the bullets and exploded. Clouds of blood mist, and then fell to the ground.

Three light machine guns on the ground formed a deadly rain of bullets from three directions and poured towards the little devil, and the battle broke out suddenly.

Like a frightened rabbit, the little devil immediately lay down on the spot or half squatted and began to aim and counterattack. Bullets flew in the air, sandbags were hit with puffing noises, and clouds of mud mist rose up.

The devil's machine gun also began to roar, like locust bullets greeting Yang Ling's position, blood was splattering, and screams came and went.

"Boom!" The grenade launcher hiding behind the devil also began to roar, and the sandbag bunkers on the position were continuously blown away, and there were explosions and bullets whistling everywhere.

"Little devil! Go to hell!" The old smoker lay on the ground and kept pulling the trigger, still cursing in his mouth.

The remnants roared and shot, as if they wanted to pour out all the anger in their hearts through bullets.

The devils were also screaming and pounced towards their position, throwing their grenades towards the position from time to time, and the whole position was shrouded in gunpowder smoke.

Yang Ling felt a warmth coming from his face, and looked sideways at the remnant soldier lying next to him, who had been hit in the head by the devil, and his head had fallen limply into the soil.

Yang Ling was very angry in his heart. He kept pulling the bolt of the gun and fired angry bullets at the devils, but their firepower density was too weak, and the devils had already approached them.

"Idiot! Idiot!" Old Smoker suddenly cried like a wolf.

Yang Ling looked up, and saw that the idiot who he had always liked to use as a sentry had been knocked to the ground by the devil's grenade, blood was pouring from his nose and mouth, his body was trembling, and streams of blood flowed from his mouth pop out.

"Boom!" A machine gun was hit by a devil's grenade and immediately misfired, and another remnant soldier immediately roared and stood up holding the machine gun.

Da da da!

The body of the remnant soldier was trembling due to the huge recoil of the machine gun. Before he finished firing a clip, bullets like locusts had already hit his body, splashing blood, and he finally fell unwillingly. Another remnant soldier rushed up.

"Grenade! Throw a grenade to me!" Yang Ling killed five devils with five bullets. Before he had time to press the bullets into the gun, he grabbed the wooden handle grenade beside him and pulled the string, his eyes popped out.

The grenade with a wooden handle spun and fell at the feet of the three devils who rushed forward. When the devil saw the grenade falling under his feet and emitting white smoke, he screamed in horror and was blown out immediately.

Countless grenades with wooden handles were thrown at the devil, and the fragments flew across the sky. There were roars of remnant soldiers everywhere, mixed with the whistling of bullets, and the devil was continuously blown away.