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

Liu Yidao also didn't sleep well all night, and cursed loudly with his red and swollen eyes, but the curse was useless. The Devil's plane was already arrogant, and soon heard violent explosions coming from the direction of Nanjing.

Yang Ling lay on the edge of the hard bunker, holding up the captured Cao Changjing to observe the enemy's situation, but the Cao Changjing was filled with smoke, so he couldn't see anything clearly.

The sky is still dark, I don't know if it's dark clouds or gunpowder smoke, and the gunpowder smoke on the ground is also lingering for a long time. Woolen cloth.

Yang Ling didn't like to fight uncertain battles, so he put down Cao Changjing helplessly, and was going to send someone to the smoke to see what the devil was doing.

In the trench about a mile away from Yang Ling's position, which was originally the position of the Chinese defenders, it was already densely packed with devils in steel helmets.

A devil looked at his watch and waved to the officer behind him. The officer understood and waved to the front trenches.

With the wave of the big hand, the devils in the entire trench started to move. The gloomy devil soldiers were like rolling waves. The overflowing trenches, under the cover of morning fog and gunpowder smoke, were all over the mountains and plains towards Yang Ling and the others. .

Main textChapter 276 Devils are coming!

A cold bayonet pierced through the cool morning light, and a large number of ghost soldiers wearing thick steel helmets appeared in the smog around Wangjiazhuang. Advance cautiously.

Student recruit Wang Zikun fell asleep in the middle of the night. The tragic and heroic stories told by Yang Ling touched him deeply. He buried his fear of war and death deep in his heart, and found Yang Ling early in the morning. , hoping to join the battle with veterans.

Yang Ling could clearly feel the change in Wang Zikun's mentality. A large number of veterans sacrificed. The country is still suffering. Facing this difficult time, someone has to stand up and continue fighting. Wang Zikun can take the initiative to take on this responsibility. , he was very pleased.

Although Wang Zikun and the others are educated and educated student soldiers, they are the treasures in Yang Ling's eyes. He intends to train them as officers, and they will also be the backbone and backbone of the army in the future.

But Yang Ling also understands a truth, the flowers in the greenhouse will never be able to withstand the wind and rain, and the cruel battlefield is the best training ground, if these student soldiers can survive on this battlefield, then they will definitely have great achievements in the future.

Yang Ling did not refuse Wang Zikun's request, and immediately transferred him to the reconnaissance platoon under Wang Huzi Company as a reconnaissance soldier, hoping that he could grow up step by step in the grassroots battles.

Wang Zikun was very happy that he was transferred to the reconnaissance platoon of the combat company, and immediately went to the company commander Wang Huzi to report excitedly. What's the matter with stuffing a recruit into your company? Isn't this nonsense.

Although Wang Huzi was dissatisfied, but since the battalion commander Yang Ling personally ordered him, he couldn't say anything. He just asked Shunzi, the investigation platoon leader, to take care of this new recruit so that he wouldn't be killed by the devil right after he entered the battlefield. To explain to Yang Ling.

The reconnaissance platoon is all carefully selected veterans. Seeing such a burden stuffed in, although they welcome it with a smile on their faces, they have already figured out in their hearts that Wang Zikun will retreat. Fighting is not a child's play, but fatal.

Brothers in the trenches can cooperate with each other tacitly and trust each other. They can give their backs to each other, and they can block bullets from each other at critical moments. Now that such a new recruit suddenly arrives, the veterans naturally feel uncomfortable.

When Yang Ling ordered the reconnaissance platoon to lead people out of the position to investigate the enemy's situation, the platoon leader Shunzi intentionally wounded the newly assigned recruit Wang Zikun. But not everyone can do it.

Wang Zikun was very excited. He had a mission when he first arrived in the combat company. He could feel the contempt of the veterans for him, and he couldn't wait to show himself to gain the recognition of the veterans.But before he set off, the investigation platoon leader Shunzi poured cold water on him.

"Throw away all the odds and ends of your body to me. You're not going to marry a wife. What are you doing with so much trouble?"

As soon as the investigation platoon leader Shunzi said that, he took off all the messy things on Wang Zikun's body and threw them on the ground, many of which were Wang Zikun's personal belongings, which made him very angry.

Wang Zikun was trying to find the platoon leader Shunzi to make a theory, when a veteran walked over and patted him on the shoulder meaningfully: "Little brother, when we are on the battlefield, this life is not our own, so let's try to survive first. "

Wang Zikun was stunned by the veteran's words. He looked at the books he had collected for many years, but finally gritted his teeth and refused to pick them up. The veteran was right, we should try our best to survive on this battlefield first.

Under the leadership of the reconnaissance platoon leader, Wang Zikun and several veterans stepped out of the position, and cautiously moved towards the smoky west with their guns in hand.

There is a gray area between the sky and the earth, and the lingering gunpowder smoke and mist entwine, which greatly hinders the sight. When people walk in, only a vague figure remains, and an unknown fear envelopes Wang Zikun.

Holding the gun, Wang Zikun stepped forward cautiously, staring at the boss with a pair of eyes, looking at the smoky front, fearing that a wild beast or a devil with a ferocious face would suddenly rush out, he looked back, and the position could no longer be seen clearly. I felt an inexplicable tension.

The veteran walking beside Wang Zikun saw Wang Zikun's tense face and smiled at him: "Don't be nervous..."

Before the old soldier finished speaking, there was a clear gunshot in the mist, and the bullets came out of the thick fog, smashing the old soldier's neck, and the blood spattered all over Wang Zikun's face.

The veteran's body swayed, and he couldn't stabilize himself in the end. He fell into Wang Zikun's arms. The gunshots in the thick fog made the rest of the scouts turn pale with fright, and they hurriedly lay down on the ground and fired back.

The bullets piercing the dense fog kept flying past the top of the head and ears. Wang Zikun was so frightened that he lay on the ground and trembled like chaff. He wanted to bury his head in the soil. The fear of death enveloped his whole body, making him unable to move.

"The devil is approaching! Get out!" The investigation platoon leader Shunzi shouted while shooting.

Before Wang Zikun could react, he was pulled up by the investigation platoon leader Shunzi, and ran back after pulling him.

"He's injured, we can't leave him behind!" Wang Zikun glanced at the veteran lying on the ground and shouted hastily.

Shunzi didn't stop, and continued to drag Wang Zikun to run: "He's dead, don't worry about it!!"

Wang Zikun suddenly felt as if a stone had been stuffed into his throat, and he wanted to cry. He watched the veterans lying on the ground getting farther and farther away from him, and he also saw countless ghost soldiers wearing steel helmets coming out of the thick fog .

"Ready to fight! Ready to fight!"

The gunfire from the mist made Liu Yidao, the company commander who was deployed in the front line, shudder, and shouted at the top of his voice, and the veterans who were lying or resting jumped up reflexively, clattering in a hurry He pulled the bolt to load the bullet into the chamber, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Yang Ling also rushed to the front line in a hurry, and he heard the gunshots getting closer and closer in the mist and ordered loudly: "Don't shoot yet, move closer and greet with grenades!"

Yang Ling thought clearly, now that they couldn't see the devils clearly, the devils might not be able to see them, and if they shot now, they would definitely reveal their positions, so it's better to use grenades to harvest them.

As soon as Yang Ling's words fell, several embarrassed figures jumped out of the mist, and countless bullets followed them, causing mud and mist to splash.

The investigation platoon leader Shunzi pushed Wang Zikun into the bunker forcefully, and Wang Zikun fell into a daze. Shunzi also turned over and fell into the bunker. The bullet grazed his body and embedded himself in the soil behind him.

Yang Ling and the others didn't dig single-line trenches. Instead, they arranged bunkers for hiding guns and dense foxholes. In addition, the new soil dug out was simply camouflaged. Wang Zikun and the others are here.

Seeing the devil soldiers rushing out of the dense fog like a wave, the veterans with the thick helmets and the grenades in their hands all gasped and swallowed involuntarily, dammit, there are so many devils.

Text Chapter 277 Hard Fight

The bullets swished across the battlefield, hitting dead branches and rotten leaves, and the devils poured out a thick fog like a tide, and the thick fog also churned up.

The veterans were still calm, pulling the bolt of the gun, twisting the grenade and preparing in an orderly manner. Some veterans even nestled in the bunker and smoked cigarettes.

The calmness and calmness of the veterans dissipated the tense atmosphere a lot. Wang Zikun grabbed the edge of the bunker and wanted to poke his head out to see where the devil was, but was dragged down by the investigation platoon leader Shunzi.

The detective platoon leader Shunzi's tone was particularly severe, and he yelled at him in a low voice: "You want to die!"

Wang Zikun knew that if Shunzi hadn't dragged him back from there, he would have been beaten to death by the devil like the veteran. This time, facing Shunzi's scolding, he didn't feel any disgust, but was full of gratitude. He knows it's for his own good.

Although he couldn't see the devil's face clearly in the bunker, he could already hear the heavy and dense footsteps getting closer.

Yang Ling sent people to sprinkle a lot of broken pots and jars in front of the position. The devils stepped on these broken pieces and made a crisp crashing sound. This was used as a warning to prevent the devils from attacking, but now it became a signal to launch an attack.

"Hit!!"

Yang Ling's voice resounded in every brother's ears like thunder, loud and high-pitched.

The smoking veteran took a sip, spit out the unburned cigarette in his mouth, grabbed the grenade that had been prepared, pulled the string and paused for a few seconds before throwing it out viciously.

Smoked grenades flew up from the hills like sparrows, and then fell like raindrops. The veterans practiced landing bombs to prevent the devils from picking them up and throwing them back.

The rumbling earth trembled, and the ghost soldiers rushing forward were like kites with broken strings, flying towards the bloody flesh of the blast, screaming one after another, roaring and scolding endlessly.

These devil soldiers were the freshmen of the Seventh Regiment who had just arrived on the battlefield. Although their companions were blown to pieces, they were not afraid. Under the yelling of the officers, they suddenly accelerated and charged towards Yang Ling and the others stepping on the flesh and blood of the corpses.

"Brothers! Grenades say hello, don't let them come near!"

"Machine guns! Machine guns, too!"