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

The rest of the remnant soldiers fought against the devils. It is natural that these remnant soldiers can survive until now, which is not comparable to those recruits. There is nothing they can do about it.

Compared with the rushing and beating of the remnant soldiers, Yang Ling tried his best to save his physical strength. He knew that if his physical strength was exhausted quickly in hand-to-hand combat, there would be no other way but to die.

The two little devils rushed towards Yang Ling with ferocious expressions. They should be easy to deal with given that they were thin along Yang Ling's body.

Facing the two burly little devils, Yang Ling didn't feel the slightest panic. He leveled the Hanyang in his hand, aimed at the little devils more than ten meters away, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet spun high and shot out from the barrel of the gun, and sank into the temple of a little devil. A blood hole the size of a thumb appeared on the little devil's cheek. The little devil who rushed forward ran forward according to the inertia After a few steps, he fell suddenly into the mud.

The other devil's face was full of fierce light, his mouth grew wide, revealing the white teeth inside, like a ferocious beast, it was intimidating.

Yang Ling quickly pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet, held his breath, and pulled the trigger at the devil who had approached within five meters. The bullet instantly tore the devil's mouth open, and the unabated bullet flew from the back of his neck out, bringing out a large indistinct mass.

The shock wave of the bullet caused the little devil's head to move backwards in a strange arc, but his body was still lunging forward, and finally twisted and rolled on the ground without a sound.

Yang Ling strode forward while pulling the bolt to shoot. There were constant bang bang gunshots. After the five bullets pressed into the gun bore eliminated the five devils, he had already stepped into the battlefield of hand-to-hand combat.

A ghost army Cao screamed and rushed towards the thin Yang Ling. The bayonet in the ghost's hand stabbed straight at Yang Ling's heart.

Yang Ling slipped under his feet and avoided the devil's sure blow. The wooden gun stock in his hand hit the Sergeant's chin fiercely. There was a miserable howl like a pig being killed.

Yang Ling kicked his lifeline again, and the mighty Sergeant immediately lost his fighting power.

On the 361 regiment's position, the shouts of killing were loud, mixed with sporadic gunshots and the sound of grenade explosions, and the two fought fiercely on the position.

Roaring, cursing, cracking bones, and desperate cries before dying were mixed together. The devil soldier was extremely vicious. He stabbed a remnant soldier in the stomach more than ten times in a row. It was pulled out by the devil's forehead bayonet.

The remnant soldier was pawing in the mud with both hands powerlessly, his face was full of pain, a remnant soldier rushed over with a roar, and slashed at the devil's neck with a blood-stained sword, the devil fell to the ground, his entire neck They were all cut off, leaving only a piece of skin connected.

"Brother, brother, hold on!" The remnant soldier holding a big knife looked at the remnant soldier whose stomach had been stabbed to pieces by the bayonet, and shouted while trying to bandage him, with sparkles in his eyes.

Pooh!Two sharp bayonets pierced the back of the remnant soldier who was squatting on the ground, and the remnant soldier fell forward in pain. As the bayonet was pulled out, the remnant soldier turned his head in pain and looked, two grinning devils were about to continue stabbing .

"Little devil, fuck your grandma!" The remnant soldier roared, and rushed at the devil holding the bayonet, pulling the fuse of the grenade out of his hand, and a puff of green smoke came out.

The bayonets of the two devils once again pierced the remnant soldier's chest. Pain appeared on the remnant soldier's face, and relief appeared in his eyes.

boom!

The remnant soldier and the two devils were like a kite with a broken thread and were thrown away by the violent air wave generated by the explosion, and then fell heavily to the ground. The three of them were covered in blood and flesh, and their bodies were cut to pieces by the explosion.

Text Chapter 47 Miserable victory!

The battlefield on the right bank of Huanzaobang was full of fighting figures. The Chinese defenders fought cruel hand-to-hand combat with the devil soldiers who had entered the position. The two sides roared and rolled and wrestled together in the mud. Bite with teeth, covered in scars and still fighting to the death. ??

"Come on!" Li Zhong, the head of the 361 regiment, led the staff of the regiment headquarters, and the guards rushed up, joining the melee, and the battlefield became even more noisy.

The Chinese defenders fought tenaciously, but the devil soldiers were also fierce and scary. One person dared to charge at four or five Chinese soldiers, and even if he was still breathing, he still struggled to kill the opponent.

The hand-to-hand combat is cruel and tragic, and it is also short-lived. Just a face-to-face, white knives enter and red knives exit, life and death are divided.

Although the soldiers of the Chinese garrison are at a disadvantage everywhere, they are like wounded beasts, their momentum is amazing, and they will fight for every inch of ground in the face of the devil soldiers rushing up!Don't give up an inch!Use your own flesh and blood to fight for the ownership of the position.

The hand-to-hand combat between the two sides lasted less than 10 minutes. Faced with the tenacious resistance of the Chinese defenders, the devil soldiers finally couldn't hold back. They came and went quickly, leaving more than a hundred corpses and retreating like a tide.

The red-eyed Chinese soldiers saw the devil retreating, followed by his buttocks and hacked again, until the devil ran far away, and then collapsed and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Fatty Tian San felt the severe pain coming from his buttocks, and stretched out his hand to touch the sticky blood. He lay in the mud, closed his eyes and groaned in pain: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

The old smoker was lying on the ground panting like a cow, pinching his arm hard, feeling the pain in his heart, he grinned and laughed, his wrinkled and muddy face was distorted, he was glad that he did not die, he survived.

Added that many of the remnant soldiers of company No. 33 died before dawn and became corpses in the trenches. Although the rest of them survived till dawn, they could never wait for the sun to set. This is doom. No one knows tomorrow and accidents That one comes first.

Yang Ling was lying on top of the devil's corpse. The continuous fighting had already made him feel so weak that he couldn't even stand up. There were more than a dozen dead devils lying around him, forming a semicircle. Yang Ling was guarding the center, but Yang Ling was alive and they were dead.

"I smashed you to death! I smashed you to death!" Luo Dayong was riding on the body of a little devil with a stone he picked up from nowhere in his hand, and kept smashing it at the devil's head.

The devil's head was bloody and bloody, and the blood splashed made Luo Dayong's face red. He seemed to be in a daze. He smashed the bloody corpse with a stone, trying to smash it to pieces, and vent the anger suppressed in his heart. .

Li Zhong, the head of the 361 regiment, limped to Yang Ling's side with a gun, and looked at Yang Ling who was lying on the pile of devil's corpses with his eyes open. He gave Yang Ling a thumbs up and praised: "Little brother, What a good guy, which company are you in?"

Li Zhong saw with his own eyes that Yang Ling defeated at least six devils with his own hands, and he admired Yang Ling's skill very much.

Yang Ling looked at the blood-stained officer standing beside him. He knew his identity through the identity tag on his chest. He was the commander Li Zhong who fought to the death on the Songhu battlefield and was finally killed.

He immediately straightened up and stood up, and gave a standard military salute to Li Zhongjing: "Yang Ling, the deputy commander of the supplementary company of the third battalion of humble rank, has seen the regiment!"

Seeing Yang Ling's upright body and the standard military salute, Li Zhong raised his hand and returned the military salute, and said with satisfaction: "Vice Company Commander Yang, right? With the spirit of fighting against Japan, hold the ground, and I will give you credit for this battle after the battle is over."

Hearing the request for credit, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with sadness. He didn't know if they would live to the day of requesting credit, but he still expressed his gratitude politely: "On behalf of the Supplementary Company, I would like to thank the group members."

Li Zhong nodded in satisfaction to Yang Ling, and said: "Little Japan has been beaten down by us, and it will definitely be bombarded again. Hurry up and tell the people who are still alive to pay attention to the artillery."

After Li Zhong finished speaking, he limped towards the regiment headquarters leaning on his rotten gun. He was about to ask the brigade commander for help. Looking at Li Zhong's figure in the gunpowder smoke, Yang Ling sighed. Will he still be alive to see the head of the regiment?

But thinking of the impending bombardment by the devils, Yang Ling withdrew his thoughts. Now that he is a mud bodhisattva, he can't protect himself when crossing the river, so let's talk about living first.

"The devil is about to start shooting. Hurry up and hide in the trenches behind." Yang Ling immediately acted, turned over the pitted ground, looked for survivors among the piles of corpses, and asked them to hide behind.

After hearing Yang Ling's yell, the soldiers of the supplementary company who were still alive in the pile of dead stood up staggeringly supporting their exhausted bodies, and walked towards the trench behind to prepare for artillery defense.

Looking around, Yang Ling saw that the hand-to-hand combat took less than 10 minutes. They added that there were only a few figures left of the ten or so people in the company.

Fatty Tian San was still lying on the ground moaning and muttering: "I'm dead, I'm dead."

The old smoker kicked Fatty as he passed by, "Fatty, if you still lie still, wait to be blasted to pieces by the little devil's cannon."

The kick of the old smoker immediately woke up the fat man from his slumber. He opened his eyes and saw that the old smoker was about to stagger towards the back. The corpses together, the devil has disappeared, and I am still alive?

"Fatty, the devil is going to bombard you. Don't be dazed, get up quickly." Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled the fat man who was sitting in the mud in a daze. With this movement, the fat man howled like a pig .

Seeing Fatty's exaggerated pain, Yang Ling hurriedly squatted down to check on Fatty's injuries: "Where is the injury?"

"Butt, butt." The fat man pointed at his butt and howled in pain.

Yang Ling turned around and saw that the fat man's buttocks had a big cut in his trousers, and his fat buttocks had a bloody gash three to four centimeters long from a bayonet. Although the wound looked grim, the fat man's buttocks were fleshy, and he only needed to stop the bleeding. What a big deal.

"Vice Lian, am I going to die?" The fat man asked Yang Ling with a face full of despair. Thinking of death, the fat man felt extremely desperate, grabbed Yang Ling's arm and begged, "Vice Lian, you must save me. I don't want to die." Die."

Seeing the snot and tears of the fat man, Yang Ling said angrily, "It's just a little skin trauma, I can't die."

"Really won't die?"

"Can't die."

"Hahaha, I don't need to die, I don't need to die, ouch, it hurts..." The smug fat man just wanted to jump, when he pulled the wound on his butt and burst, blood seeped out again.

Yang Ling shook his head as he watched, and stepped forward to help the fat man run towards the trench behind him.