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

From time to time, the light bombs streaked across the night sky, leaving lines of fire. The incendiary bombs fired by the devils set many places on fire, and the woods and weeds were crackling and burning.

Although it was night, half of the sky was illuminated red by the light bombs and burning fire, and the ground was as dark as a dark river.

With their guns on their backs, the brothers came out of the dark forest in silence, crossed the pitted ground, and rushed towards the predetermined target.

From time to time, bombs made a whirring sound and landed not far from the long marching team, causing smoke, dust and mud to fly everywhere, making the recruits tremble with fear when they set foot on the battlefield for the first time, for fear that the bomb would fall on their heads.

"I'm afraid of a bird. That's a brat trying to scare people. It's far away from us." A veteran in the team said nonchalantly, and the recruits calmed down a little.

The more the team moved forward, the hotter it was, as if the air was burning, and all kinds of rotten and burnt blood smelled everywhere. Some of the recruits vomited upside down, which attracted the laughter of the veterans. , the oppressive atmosphere was not so dignified.

When they set foot on the battlefield for the first time, they couldn't bear the smell of the dead, and their stomachs were churning. Looking at the pale-faced recruits, the veterans quickly looked sad and suddenly felt old.

"Everyone spread out! Stand by!" The troops stopped about a mile or two away from the fierce exchange of fire.

The veterans yelled at the recruits who were still standing there: "What are you doing, get down! Get down in the bomb crater!"

Whether they were recruits or veterans, they were all scattered in the darkness like sand, panting heavily and looking at the intertwined lines of fire ahead.

The regiment leaders Zhang Handuo and Yang Ling walked forward with the guards, handed over to the battalion commander of the 174th brigade who had been fighting all afternoon, and asked him to withdraw the team and let them take the top.

"The devil is very powerful. I organized a few death squads and they all died on the hillside. You should be careful." After the disgraced battalion commander sighed heavily, he withdrew from the battle with the battalion full of wounded soldiers.

Their battalion failed to capture it all afternoon, but suffered heavy losses. This undoubtedly cast a cloud of gloom on Yang Ling and the others who took over and continued to fight.

The reconnaissance platoon leader came back and reported that the two mountain devils had deployed heavy troops, with more than ten heavy machine guns and light machine guns. It might not be easy to take them down.

"Hit! Even if it is as hard as a rock, I will smash it to pieces!"

The head of the group, Zhang Handuo, was pressed and beaten all day and night at the Golden Dragon Girder, and at this moment, he was still simmering with anger. Instead of being afraid, he had to go on with great difficulty.

Yang Ling also understood in his heart that as a soldier, it is his bounden duty to obey orders. Even if it is difficult, he has to fight hard. If he thinks it is difficult to fight, he will stop fighting. If he thinks the devil is too strong and retreats without authorization, it will be a mess. If it was like that, this huge country would have fallen long ago.

Chapter 481 Actual combat training

"I will lead the first battalion to attack the left-wing mountain, you will lead the third battalion to attack the right-wing mountain, and the second battalion will be the reserve team. They must be taken down before dawn!"

Zhang Handuo's face was tense and full of seriousness. Yang Ling knew that he had to fight, so he nodded in agreement with his plan.

The brothers entered the position under the cover of night and spread out in front of their respective attack targets. Looking at the dark hills and smelling the pungent rotten smell, the hearts of the recruits tightened.

Yang Ling led the third battalion to attack the mountain on the right wing. The distance from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain was only 400 meters, but it was dug up by the devils in a mess, covered with countless wooden stakes and barbed wire.

By the light of those burning flames, many of the barbed wire fences still lay the bodies of the sacrificed brothers of the 147th Brigade, and their bodies were spread all the way to the mountainside.

The top of the mountain is a larger mound, but the little devil's field fortification ability is so strong that he has built this mound as airtight as a railway in a short period of time.

The little devil's individual strength is strong, and the firepower of his weapons is also strong. At this moment, he is firmly guarding the top of the hill, and a feint attack is extremely unfavorable to Yang Ling and the others.

Yang Ling lay in the bomb crater, observing the mountain top guarded by the devils, his head turned rapidly, thinking about the strategy to defeat the enemy.

Before he could come up with a reason, the gunfire from the left wing suddenly rang out. In a short period of time, countless bullets flew randomly with light, like fireflies scurrying all over the sky. The sharp and dull sound made the battlefield become Hustle up.

The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, had already commanded the first battalion to attack the left-wing mountain first. Amidst the violent gunfire, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the brothers of the first battalion were rushing forward and rushing to the top of the mountain.

"Lieutenant deputy, we can't wait any longer!" Seeing that the first battalion had already launched an attack, the deputy battalion commander, Lao Yanqian, urged him to release the safety of the butt gun.

According to the agreement, the two sides will launch an attack together to put pressure on the little devil so that they cannot support each other.

Now that the first battalion under the command of Zhang Handuo has engaged with the little devil, Yang Ling and the others can't do without mobilizing.

Yang Ling couldn't think of any strategy to defeat the enemy for a while, so he simply didn't bother to think about it, and launched a tentative attack first.

He patted the old smoker on the shoulder and ordered: "Take a company up to try it out—"

The old smoker understood, raised his arms and greeted the field behind: "Shunzi! The people who bring you follow me!"

A company Chang Shunzi waved his big hand forward, accompanied by the sound of bumping footsteps and the sound of gun butts hitting, a company of more than a hundred brothers emerged from the dark field like ghosts, and then walked past Yang Ling and the others with their waists down. , moved towards the mountain and touched it.

"Everyone spread out! Spread out!" The veterans looked at the quiet mountain with vigilance, and whispered to the recruits who were huddled together.

The recruits set foot on the battlefield for the first time and had to fight against those vicious devils. Perhaps because of fear, most of them reported to the regiment to keep warm, so that often more than a dozen people crowded together.

In this kind of offensive battle, in order to prevent being killed by the opponent's machine guns and bombs, most of the attacking teams are divided into countless combat teams, pulling skirmishers to alternately cover and advance.

But before these recruits joined the army, some of them had never even touched a gun, let alone any offensive tactics. They could only rely on the battlefield teaching of the veterans. As for whether they could survive, it really only depended on luck.

However, if the recruits can survive the first battle, they will become familiar with the second battle, which will greatly reduce the casualty rate.

The old smoking gun led his brothers to step on the corpses of the ruins, and moved forward for a distance of about 200 meters, but the other side of the devil soldier's position was quiet and dead.

"Vice battalion, I don't feel right."

Company Chief Shunzi was also an old scout, leaning sideways on a blood-stained stone, he stopped.

The old smoker also felt that something was wrong, the hill on the left wing was crackling and bustling, but the hill on this side was eerily quiet, he felt that the dark devil camp was like a big bloodthirsty net, waiting for them .

When the recruits saw the veterans lying down, they also lay down on the ground, looking forward nervously, with sweat clenched in their palms.

"Put up the machine gun!" Old Smoker ordered to the back, and then patted the shoulders of the two brothers beside him: "Go up and find out—"

The two brothers are both veterans. After taking a deep breath, one veteran quickly ran out of cover for about two meters to jump into a bomb crater, and hurriedly put his rifle on his shoulder.

But there was still no movement on the little devil's side, and another brother also rushed forward a few meters, but when he was about to get up and move forward again, suddenly a string of flames flashed in the darkness in front of him.

"Teng Teng Teng-"

The dull sound of a heavy machine gun suddenly rang out, and a series of violent bullets flew over, knocking the brother who had just stood up half his body to the ground with a puff.

Another brother tried to drag the brother who was hit into the crater, but a grenade flew over and landed at his feet.

Amidst the roaring burst of flames, the brother was overturned by the strong air wave, his head was dizzy, and he struggled to get up, but the rifle bullets came one after another, and he couldn't stand up in the end.

"Brothers! Hit me!" the old smoker raised his pistol and fired towards the front, roaring.

The veterans relied on sundry craters to covertly fight back, while the recruits were stunned by the sudden exchange of fire.

Facing the bullets whizzing past their heads with a sharp whistling sound, they curled up in the crater, trembling behind the stone debris.

Occasionally, one or two recruits were brave enough to imitate the veterans and raise their hands to fire their guns, but the huge rear shock force of the rifles almost dislocated them, and the bullets flew to nowhere.

On such a cruel battlefield, let alone those recruits who only learned to shoot, even those veterans who have undergone rigorous training can only display less than [-]% of their strength on weekdays. After all, training and actual combat are two different things.

"Ah!" A recruit who was not well concealed was hit by a bullet, rolling and howling on the ground.

"Drag him down!" Hearing the howling of the wounded soldiers, a platoon leader dragged them into the crater.

"Get up and shoot! Don't lie down all the time!" The veterans fired several shots, but when they saw that the recruits hadn't fired a single shot, they cursed rudely in anger.