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

"Tuan Zuo! There is a hole in the third battalion! Please help."

A messenger soldier covered in blood rushed to Zhang Lingfu, and just finished yelling, he fell to the ground straight, Zhang Lingfu turned him over, and found that there were two blood holes in his chest, and he was dead.

Zhang Lingfu picked up the flower machine gun that he carried with him and shouted: "The spies will follow me!" Shouting, he rushed towards the third battalion.

The battlefield in the dark night has become a mess, and the defense line is in a hurry everywhere, not only the 305th regiment, but the entire 51st division's defense line is in jeopardy under the stormy attack of the devils.

The battle on the front line was fierce, and the wounded were sent to the rear in batches. The brothers in the guerrilla camp who were resting at Gaoqiaomen heard that the wounded had been sent down. Wang Huzi and other veterans rushed over, and they were also concerned. The situation on the front lines.

Seeing the unkempt faces of the people in the stretcher team, whose faces had been smoky like the bottom of a pot, their hearts skipped a beat, and they felt something was wrong, so they rushed to the front to see the wounded.

Seeing those wailing bloody wounded, the smiles on their faces faded, and their hearts sank. As veterans, they can naturally judge the frontline battle situation through the transported wounded.

Seeing that these wounded were not only bloody and full of bullet holes, but also missing arms and short legs from the bombing, they knew that this battle was not easy to fight. The devils pulled up heavy weapons and the atmosphere became tense. dignified.

Main text Chapter 272 Winning the first battle

The intensity of the devil's attack continued unabated, and the howling and wounded soldiers kept being carried down from the line of fire. Whenever a wounded person passed by the Gaoqiao Gate, Wang Huzi and others always came forward to ask about the battle situation at the front, and the answers they got were all the same. The deeper the wrinkles.

The frontline was fought fiercely, and almost none of the wounded who were carried down were intact. Those who had broken their arms and legs were considered good. What's more, the stomachs were cut through holes by the explosion, and their intestines slipped out, but they died again. No, just cry and suffer.

The plight of the wounded made the enthusiasm of the student soldiers who set foot on the battlefield for the first time gradually cool down. Although they have not really fought against the enemy, they have already seen the cruelty of war. Those students who are weak in endurance can smell the pungent blood Gas, could not help but vomit.

Although the veterans frowned deeper, they were still calm. For the first time, the student soldiers looked at these veterans who had been on the battlefield differently, and felt that it was wrong to refute them when they called them cowardly and incompetent. After all, they really stood on the battlefield of flesh and blood. Only then did I know the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battlefield.

"Fourth, why don't we run away?" The blood of the timid student cooled down, and now only the fear of war remained, and he couldn't help but want to escape from this death-filled hell.

Student soldier Wang Zikun was the fourth child in his family. Although he was terribly scared, he still gritted his teeth and held back, persuading the students who wanted to escape: "If we just ran away like this, wouldn't we be deserters? We might not be able to follow Mr. Yang." Death, if you escape, you will never be able to lift your head up for the rest of your life."

"But I'm afraid..."

Wang Zikun comforted: "What are you afraid of? Follow me when we fight."

There are not a few student soldiers who want to escape. When they shouted slogans, they shouted loudly, cursing the army for being incompetent and losing ground. It's not easy.

Wang Huzi and other veterans also gathered together and whispered. The front-line guns rumbled, and they could feel the ground under their feet trembling. According to their experience, this was definitely not a small mountain gun, but a large-caliber howitzer. What a good sign.

Yang Ling has also been paying close attention to the battle situation on the front line. The situation is not optimistic. What's even more disturbing is that they don't have a clear order to stay here with the reorganized troops.

"Who is the commander of the guerrilla battalion Yang Ling?"

In the darkness, a panting lieutenant and adjutant ran to the temporary resting place of the guerrilla camp, and started shouting at the top of his voice. The veterans stood up with their guns in their hands, knowing that it was time for them to go.

Yang Ling hastily reached out and pulled the wrinkled corner of his clothes and stood up: "I am Yang Ling, the commander of the guerrilla battalion major."

The lieutenant and adjutant rushed to salute Yang Ling, handed the note with the order to Yang Ling, and said, "Battlemaster Yang, some devils have broken through the defense line of the 51st Division and are coming this way. Shangfeng ordered Deploy your battalion to Wangjiazhuang in front to protect the flanks of Gaoqiaomen!"

"Yes!" Yang Ling took the order, and before the adjutant could go far, he raised his voice and issued an order to the brothers in the guerrilla camp: "Assemble! Target Wangjiazhuang!"

More than 400 brothers from the guerrilla battalion rushed out of Gaoqiao Gate in the dark, and headed eastward to Wangjiazhuang under the leadership of the guide.

The dark night sky was illuminated by the explosions on the front line, turning it red like daytime. Occasional flashes of dazzling light reflected the troop trotting forward in the dark night. No one spoke, only heavy breathing and broken crashing sounds.

Many residential houses along the way have collapsed and ignited raging fires, thick smoke billowing, and burning hot beams collapsed in the flames, the people have already evacuated into the city, and their homes are destined to be in the flames of war combustion.

On the side of the road leading to Wangjiazhuang, there were quite a few bombed-out corpses lying on the wet ground in disorder. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The team just glanced at it in a hurry, and then rushed into the darkness.

The devils came faster than Yang Ling and the others expected. When they could see the dark and low houses in Wangjiazhuang from a distance, Liu Yidao's company, which was running at the forefront, suddenly exchanged fire with the front.

It was so pitch black in the darkness that it was impossible to see anything clearly. The team that was burying their heads in the march immediately became agitated, and the student soldiers were even more unbearable. The sudden exchange of fire scared them into confusion, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

"Everyone hide on the spot, Qin Shou sent someone to ask what's going on!" Yang Ling's voice was still calm, and the team immediately stabilized. The veterans scattered to the side of the road to guard, and the student soldiers were also there. Amidst the scolding of the veterans, they lay down on the ground and did not dare to move rashly.

These student soldiers are all students from National Central University, Jinling University, Yenching University and other colleges and universities. They are full of enthusiasm for serving the country. They are knowledgeable and educated. Their weakness is that they do not have any battlefield experience.

Liu Yidao was full of opinions when he saw that these student soldiers who were completely cumbersome should be added to the team, but Yang Ling still resisted the crowd and kept them because he also had his own plan.

He clearly understood whether this battle would end in a while. After the bloody battles from Shanghai to Nanjing, almost all the elites in the army were exhausted. As the veterans were counted and killed, a large number of new recruits joined the team , the combat effectiveness of the entire army will continue to decline.

Now that Yang Ling kept these student soldiers in the team, he didn't want them to die as cannon fodder. Yang Ling wanted them to experience the baptism of blood and fire in the war, and cultivate and grow into the backbone of his team.

As long as these educated and cultural student soldiers adapt to the war and train them, no matter how many new recruits are added to the team in the future, with their backbone, the team will not collapse, and will soon regain its strong combat effectiveness.

The soldiers sent by Yang Ling to ask about the situation hadn't taken a few steps, but the men sent by Liu Yidao rushed over and shouted in a panic: "Battalion Commander, we ran into the devil's arms!"

Hearing the yelling of someone coming, the team that had just stabilized became commotion again.

Yang Ling's complexion darkened, and he scolded loudly, "What are you panicking about!"

"Listen to the gunshots. The devils are just a small army that has infiltrated. Look at your prospects!"

Yang Ling scolded the student soldiers who wanted to retreat without any scruple, making them blush to the neck. For the first time, they felt ashamed of their cowardice.

"Qin Shou!"

"To!"

"Lead the student company to hide on the spot!"

"Yes!"

"Wang Huzi, you gang copy guys go around from the left and copy the devil's back!"

"Blacksmith! You support Liu Yidao with me, let's kill this little devil!"

Yang Ling's order was crisp and firm and could not be refused. The companies that received the order immediately moved into action and started moving under the cover of darkness.

Most of Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion was filled with recruits, and they were confused. Although Yang Ling had brought them back during the afternoon training, they were likely to collapse when they encountered a strong enemy.

At this moment, Yang Ling gave full play to the leading role of the officer, leading the team with guns in hand to fight back against the devils they encountered, stabilizing the morale of the army.

There are not many devils in this group. When they encountered Liu Yidao Company, they did not give in. Instead, they wanted to eat Liu Yidao and the others in one bite. However, as Yang Ling led a team to support them, this group of devils realized that they had encountered the main force of the Chinese army. , want to retreat.

At this moment, Wang Huzi's troop led by Wang Huzi stabbed the devil from behind. Annihilated on the spot.

The victory in the first battle greatly inspired the soldiers of the guerrilla battalion, allowing them to see Yang Ling's calmness and bravery, and enhanced their sense of belonging to the guerrilla battalion, especially the student soldiers, who also felt the atmosphere of a real battle for the first time .

Chapter 273 Establishing a Position

The number of devil soldiers who fled to the vicinity of Wangjiazhuang was small, only about [-] people. Although each of them was as brave as a ferocious beast, they were wiped out before they persisted for a while.

As soon as the gunfire of the battle stopped, Qin Shou, who was wearing a canvas bag, jumped up from the ground, and shouted to the students and soldiers to rush forward to clean the battlefield and pick up spoils.

Just now, the devil's squawking screams and the bullets whizzing past from time to time scared many students to their faces, their legs were weak, and before they recovered, they were rushed to the battlefield by Qin Shou. went.

The scale of the battle was not large. After eliminating this group of devils, Yang Ling had already led three combat companies to quickly advance towards Wangjiazhuang to seize the favorable terrain. Because it was pitch black, he was worried that there were still other devil troops in the area. nearby.

When Qin Shou led the student soldiers to the battlefield, apart from the bloody corpses and wounded lingering on the ground, Yang Ling and the others had already penetrated into the darkness and pushed forward.