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

After Yang Ling heard Zhang Handuo's worry, he patted Zhang Handuo on the shoulder comfortingly and said, "Don't worry about this group, the tree moves the dead and the living, and when the devil's artillery fires, we just hide."

"Brother Yang, what you said is easy, but look at this bare mountain, except for a few sparse trees and weeds everywhere, where can you hide?"

Yang Ling pointed to his feet mysteriously and said, "We can hide underground."

"underground?"

"Yes, we can build anti-gun tunnels, so we won't be afraid of the little devil's artillery fire."

Yang Ling clearly remembered that the position of Shangganling in the later world was cut off by two meters by the devil's artillery fire, and the Chinese army just hid in the tunnel built and continued to fight. They fought hard to the end and won the final victory. .

"Is it still too late to build the tunnel?"

Although Zhang Handuo was surprised that Yang Ling proposed such a defensive method, he couldn't help shaking his head when he saw those exhausted brothers.

Since the brothers went to the battlefield, they have been engaged in high-intensity battles with tense nerves, and they have hardly slept through it. After fighting for dozens of hours, they are already exhausted.

And digging the anti-gun tunnel will definitely consume a lot of time and physical strength, and the brothers will be even more tired.

"It's not too late. Although I'm a little tired, it's better than being killed by the devil's shells." Yang Ling looked a little cold, but he told the truth.

This mountain is not suitable for building a reverse slope position, but fighting a positional battle with the little devil on this bare mountain is bound to cause heavy casualties. Yang Ling's request to build an anti-gun tunnel is also a helpless move.

Zhang Handuo is not an indecisive person either. He knows that compassion does not command soldiers. Between fatigue and death, he would rather choose to be tired.

"Then let the brothers build the fortifications and dig the tunnels, and try to complete them before the little devils attack." Zhang Handuo made up his mind.

The order from the regiment headquarters quickly reached the three battalions. According to Yang Ling's deployment, the three battalions defended in stages along the mountains.

The first battalion is at the forefront, the second battalion is in the middle, and the third battalion is close to the top of the mountain, with a distance of about 300 meters between them. This has the advantage of forming a deep defense. Even if the front cannot defend, the entire position will not collapse.

The brothers were already exhausted from the continuous fighting, but the construction of trenches and tunnels was related to their own lives. Although they were tired, they still swung their hoes and shovels vigorously to dig.

"Dig a little deeper, at least 1.7 meters."

On the other hand, Yang Ling patrolled the various positions and saw that the trenches dug by the brothers were very shallow, so he ordered them to make rectification.

Digging a 1.7-meter trench allows most of the brothers to stand and shoot, with only their helmeted heads exposed, which can greatly reduce casualties.

"You guys, go over there and chop some wood and come back. The tunnel must be supported and reinforced. If it is buried in it by the earthquake, it will be a joke."

Yang Ling looked at the gradually formed artillery tunnel, nodded in satisfaction, and ordered: "Chop some branches and come back to make a camouflage."

"Wang Beard—"

Wang Huzi, who was leaning on the trench wall to smoke, heard Yang Ling's shout, hurriedly extinguished the unburned cigarette, and ran over: "Yes!"

"Brothers, do you know how to shoot grenades?" Yang Ling asked.

Yang Ling and the others went up the mountain last night. After several hours of fighting, they eliminated more than 150 devils and seized a lot of weapons and ammunition.

What Yang Ling cared most about were the grenadiers of the devil soldiers. He temporarily set up two grenadier squads, hoping to play a role in the battle.

"Tuanfu, don't worry, there will be enough for the little devil to drink a pot by then." Wang Huzi grinned and began to laugh.

Yang Ling put the two grenadier squads in their company. For them who lacked heavy firepower, their strength suddenly increased a lot, and he was very happy now.

"Don't worry too much about Le. If you lose the chain at that time, I will give it to someone else next time I get it."

Wang Huzi patted his chest and promised: "Tuan Lieutenant, as long as you give an order, you will definitely point to where to hit when the time comes, and let's let the little devil taste the taste of being bombed."

Looking at the playful Wang Beard, Yang Ling felt inexplicably much better, and waved to him, "Hurry up and build a position, and let the brothers rest after finishing."

"Yes!" Wang Huzi stood up and saluted, and left in a hurry.

Text Chapter 464 Brigade Head

Although the 151st Brigade troops led by Brigadier Zhou Zhidao could not attack the main position of Minshan where the devils were heavily stationed, after a night of fierce fighting, all the devils in the surrounding mountains were wiped out.

The troops were extremely exhausted from the continuous fierce battles. Facing the main force of the Devil's Sixth Brigade, they had to rely on the mountains to build a position for reinforcements.

After two hours of emergency repair work on the Jinlonggeng mountain ridge that Yangling and the others were defending, three main trenches with a depth of 1.7 meters have been formed, and the traffic trenches and foxholes have also been constructed.

The brothers had been fighting continuously for a day and a night. After building the trenches, they fell asleep in the wet trenches lying in disarray, and soon snored loudly.

Yang Ling wandered around in anxiety, looking at the brothers who were sleeping soundly with their guns in their hands, and ordered the cooking team to cook quickly, not wanting the brothers to go to war hungry.

The cruelty of war is not only causing huge casualties and killing countless fresh lives, but once a war is fought, it usually lasts for a few days and nights, and the dark battlefield will not leave you time to eat and sleep at all.

Often the huge mental pressure and exhaustion can make a new recruit on the battlefield mentally collapse and lose his combat effectiveness, but fortunately, most of Yang Ling's regiment are veterans who have narrowly escaped death, and they know how to seize the time to rest in order to deal with the upcoming cruel battle.

Yang Ling walked through the trenches, turned a corner and saw the deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker, sitting on the ammunition box, smoking a pipe, his hunched body wrapped in tattered military uniform, looking exhausted.

"Old company commander, your hand?"

Yang Ling sat down along the ammunition box next to the old smoker, took out a cigarette from his arms, looked at the bloody arm of the old smoker and asked.

The old smoker took two puffs of cigarettes, squinted his eyes and said triumphantly: "Last night, the devil nearly capsized the boat in the gutter, but I was lucky, all the blood belonged to the devil, I'm fine."

The old smoker said it easily, but Yang Ling could imagine what kind of tragic fight the brothers of their commando team went through last night.

The old smoker picked up the helmet that was placed next to it. The helmet was covered with bullet craters. A pointed bullet smashed the inlaid blue sky and white sun badge and embedded it deeply into the helmet.

Yang Ling was shocked to see the bullet deeply embedded in the helmet. If he went in a little further, he might lose another old brother.

Yang Ling suddenly felt that he was reckless in agreeing to the old smoker to join the commando team. If he really sacrificed, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Perhaps in order to make himself feel better, Yang Ling said, "The regiment has already reported your achievements to the brigade headquarters. When the battle is over and rewards are given for meritorious service, the brothers in the commando team will make the first contribution."

The old smoker took another puff of his cigarette, but he waved his hands indifferently and said, "We were soldiers to fight to kill devils. If we really want to get promoted and get rich, it would be out of cliché."

Hearing what Old Smoker said, Yang Ling nodded in agreement.

China's millions of troops are risking their lives on the battlefield, throwing their heads and blood, without enough food and clothing, is it for promotion and fortune?

The military salary paid by the army is only enough for the brothers to buy a meal of wine and drink. They serve as soldiers to fight for this country and to support the backbone of the nation.

"I heard that the main force of the devils has rushed over. There will definitely be a fierce battle later. If you have any difficulties in the camp, you can tell them now. If I can solve them, I will help solve them."

Yang Ling is now the deputy head of the 0st Regiment. Although he is also the commander of the [-]rd Battalion, most of the time he is in his own command position and cannot charge into the battle, so the affairs of the battalion are all handed over to the old smoker.

"Lieutenant, since you've reached this point, I'll be blunt." The old smoker put down the pipe, his face became serious,

"Lieutenant, you also know that our third battalion fought all day yesterday, and last night was the main attack. Now each company has lost more than half. If we don't replenish our troops, I'm afraid there will be a terrible fight later."

Yang Ling is also very clear about the problem that the old smoker said, but he is also very helpless. The regiment has already reported to the brigade headquarters more than once to replenish the lost soldiers.

But the answer I got was only one sentence, that is, if there are no people, even if they are all killed, they must hold their positions.