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

The devil's fierce artillery fire swept across the 615th regiment's position, and gunpowder smoke and flames were everywhere. The trenches and bunkers built were blown to pieces, and the traffic trenches were cut into pieces.

However, the head of the regiment, Zhou Xiangkui, withdrew his troops to the second line, and the artillery fire of the devils did not cause much casualties to the living forces.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the devil's troops quickly reached the bank of the small river, and the engineering troops quickly built a bridge against the counterattack artillery fire from the Huangshan Fort.

The devil's engineering troops built bridges at an astonishing speed. In less than 10 minutes, several simple pontoon bridges had been erected on the small river. The speed was staggering.

The artillery confrontation between the two sides had just ended, and a large number of ferocious devil soldiers had already rushed along the floating bridge to the north bank of the small river.

"Quick! Quick!" The Chinese soldiers who retreated to the second line to avoid artillery fire quickly rearranged to the front line under the urging of the officers.

Most of the traffic trenches had been destroyed by artillery fire, and the soldiers could only continue to climb over the trenches. When they entered the first line of trenches, the assault troops of the Devil Soldiers had rushed up along the gentle slope of the river bank, and the distance was less than 100 meters.

"Hit it! Hit it!" Someone yelled.

"Da da da--"

"Tom tom tom—"

The soldiers who jumped into the trenches had no time to breathe, and immediately set up their guns and started shooting. Light and heavy machine guns rang out one after another, and a rain of bullets enveloped the devil soldiers like water.

Ahhhhh!

The violent bullets crazily harvested the devil soldiers who forced them forward, and the dozens of devils in front were immediately turned into a hornet's nest by the bullets, and blood mist rose in the air.

"Kill and change!" the devil officer roared frantically while holding his saber.

The ghost soldiers changed from their usual wretchedness, and faced the dense rain of bullets from the defenders, they didn't lie down or hide, and rushed straight at the same time.

The battle became fierce from the very beginning, the devils rushed forward desperately, the defenders fought desperately, and the bloody corpses rolled down the gentle slope of the river bank.

The ghost soldiers with bayonets seemed to be possessed by a demon. They didn't even know how to be afraid. They rushed forward stepping on the corpses of their companions. Facing the vicious devils, the defenders of a company hesitated for a moment before being rushed into the position by the devils.

"Ah!" The blood-soaked devil soldier stabbed out his bayonet with his eyes almost red, and a soldier of the defender was knocked over and convulsed in the trench.

"Hold it! Hold it!" The defending company commander was sweating profusely, throwing a grenade and blowing up the fast-charging devils, but more devils rushed into the position.

These ghost soldiers who rushed into the position were all soldiers of the combat unit. After tearing open the gap in the position, they did not stop at all.

The more than a dozen soldiers who rushed up and tried to block the gap were rushed to pieces as soon as they met each other. The devil soldiers attacked fiercely and ruthlessly, and the Chinese soldiers would lose their combat effectiveness when they went down with bayonets.

"Big tree! The machine gun extends 50 meters to block the shooting! The others follow me!" Seeing the opening, Yang Ling knew that the situation was critical, so he greeted Yang Dashu, and rushed forward with his bayonet pointed.

Text Chapter 231 Return of the King!

Yang Dashu put the Czech-style light machine gun on the sandbag, and swept towards the gap with a rattling sound. The howling bullets swept across the trench and beat the devil to blood, and the smoking shells splashed and fell to the ground.

Some devils desperately continued to rush upwards along the gap, but without exception, they were immediately beaten into a hornet's nest as soon as their heads popped out.

"Don't hit the machine gun randomly! Stop shooting!" Yang Dashu saw the machine gun not far away regardless of his own identity, and shouted at the top of his voice.

Several light and heavy machine gunners from the 615th regiment were taken aback for a moment, and joined the ranks of blocking shooting, immediately forming an airtight firepower network, and the barrage blocked the follow-up Japanese soldiers.

Nearly a hundred devil soldiers rushed into the position, and Yang Ling led the others to charge up. With him in the lead, the scattered soldiers around him also rushed up.

Yang Ling rushed and fought, almost without missing a beat. He had knocked down several devil soldiers from a distance of more than ten meters. Even in this noisy battlefield, he was particularly eye-catching.

"Brother Yang! Good marksmanship!" Zhou Xiangkui, the head of the regiment, did not hide in the safe command post as an officer. Instead, he fought on the front line with a big knife.

Seeing Zhou Xiangkui in military uniform, while talking, two devils holding bayonets rushed over screaming, trying to kill him, a big fish.

Zhou Xiangkui, the head of the group, was not afraid at all, he roared and raised his sword to meet him. That indomitable momentum made the blood boil, and Yang Ling followed closely without showing any weakness.

Although Zhou Xiangkui used the knife, it was in a rough way. He swung the bayonet of the devil soldier wide open and closed, and the sharp point of the knife stabbed the devil over.

Another devil wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, but Yang Ling couldn't let him go. As soon as the bayonet went down, he was stabbed in the stomach, kicked into the ditch and started to bleed.

"Kill the devil!" Zhou Xiangkui was not only brave himself, but also led the brothers around him to be hot-headed and not afraid of death, rushing forward in a swarm.

Nearly a hundred devils and hundreds of Chinese soldiers collided violently in the smoke, instead of fighting each other, it was a dense formation of hedges.

Both sides swung their weapons at the same time when they collided, and there was a constant puffing sound, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

Yang Ling only felt a shadow coming, and then saw blood flying everywhere, and more than 20 people fell down in one face, and the people behind screamed and rushed forward stepping on the pupae of the corpses.

As soon as the wounded soldiers fell to the ground, countless feet stepped on them, and then screamed in pain, and were soon trampled to death.

There were constant roars, iron clashes, muffled groans, and the crisp sound of bayonets piercing flesh. Fierce gunshots continued in the distance, but this place became a purgatory on earth.

The old smoker rolled into the flooded trench with a devil soldier in his arms, scratched his ears and tore his mouth, and the two wrestled with each other.

Like a lunatic, Qin Shou smashed the devil soldier's steel helmet away, and then smashed his head into a ball of paste. The ferocious force made the ferocious devil's scalp numb.

The ghost soldiers' stabbing skills are slightly better, but good dogs can't stand up to the wolves. Facing the swarming Chinese soldiers, the number of devil soldiers rushing into the position is constantly decreasing.

The melee lasted less than 5 minutes, and there were less than ten devil soldiers left standing. They stared back to back at the blood men who surrounded them, like stones in a latrine, ugly and hard.

The head of the regiment Zhou Xiangkui's straight uniform had been torn off, exposing a broad chest, covered with blood and minced meat, and had a menacing aura.

Seeing the devil soldiers being surrounded, without saying a word, he picked up a machine gun, held it in his arms, and fired. The bullets shot fiercely, and the devil soldiers were beaten to death, and all of them were reimbursed immediately.

All the devil soldiers who rushed into the position were wiped out. Yang Ling and Zhou Xiangkui led people to block the gap again, and the first wave of devil soldiers' attack was repelled.

But the leader of the Devils Alliance was not reconciled, and immediately dispatched artillery fire to cover the position. The artillery fire raged and smashed the defender's position. Not long after, several Devil planes flew over the strafing position at low altitude to help.

But Zhou Xiangkui's 615 Regiment fought tenaciously. The devils came to clean up as many as they came, and with the help of various artillery in the Jiangyin Fortress, the devils finally retreated like a tide, and the attack ended without a problem.

Yang Ling and the others fought bloody battles behind enemy lines for half a month, and the killing of the devil lieutenant general was just hearsay. Zhou Xiangkui admired Yang Ling and the others in his heart, but he really saw Yang Ling and the others' bravery and fearlessness when fighting side by side.

With the friendship of fighting side by side, Zhou Xiangkui became much closer to Yang Ling: "Brother Yang, just come to me for anything in the future, and I, Zhou Xiangkui, will help you up the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire!"

Soldiers don't have so many twists and turns, and they believe in their brother Paoze on the battlefield, because it is a fateful friendship. While Yang Ling and the others admired Zhou Xiangkui for their performance on the battlefield, he completely accepted them in his heart.

Yang Ling also had a good impression of this bold regiment leader, just because he killed the enemy with blood and blood instead of being greedy for life and fear of death. He also made a promise that if he had something to say in the future, he would definitely help.

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

Although the outlying positions were full of battles, Jiangyin County was rare and quiet. Except for the school and the spinning mill that were bombed by the devil's plane, most of the places were still intact.

After all, the Jiangyin Fortress not only has various large-caliber artillery, but also has a lot of anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns. The Japanese soldiers dare not fly over to bomb them blatantly, unless they want to seek death.

The car drove into Jiangyin County in the dark. Although the curfew and blackout were enforced, Yang Ling and the others could still clearly see the row upon row of buildings and imagine the prosperity behind it.

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

They escaped along the way, saw dead people and burned villages along the way, and saw few living people. Now that they came back here, they felt a lot more at ease.

"Brother Yang, I heard that the Commander's people want to see us, who do you think it should be?" The old smoker was excited and uneasy at the same time, just like a young daughter-in-law who is about to pass the door, afraid of seeing her parents-in-law.