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

"Assembly, Yilian!" Yilian Changshunzi seemed to have been reinjected with fresh blood, swept away the decadence on his face, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Erlian Gather!"

"Three-in-a-row assembly!"

"Heavy machine gun platoon assemble!"

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The officers of each company and platoon shouted one after another, shouting orders one after another, dispelling the decadent and low atmosphere over the camp.

These brothers who had escaped death on the battlefield gathered in the open space. The smell of gunpowder smoke, the mud and dust on their faces and the blood that had solidified into dark black made them look embarrassed, but they all held their heads up.

All eyes stayed on Yang Ling and did not move away. They believed in this tall and straight officer, and believed that he could lead them to victory all the time.

Yang Ling's face was as serious as steel, but looking at these brothers who followed him to the death, he felt trust, respect, and the determination and courage to fight to the end.

"Count the number of people in each company!" Yang Ling withdrew his gaze and ordered loudly.

Yi Lian Chang Shunzi took a step forward with his head held high, stood facing Yang Ling, and raised his hand in a military salute.

"The company commander should have 160 people, but there are actually 55 people!"

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"The second company should have 150 and three people, but it actually has 70 people!"

"Three companies should have 160 three people, but actually there are 62 people!"

"The heavy machine gun platoon should have 50 people, but it actually has 15 people!"

"There should be 42 guards in the battalion headquarters, but there are actually 30!"

After the officers of each company and platoon finished their reports, they returned to stand still in the queue.

Yang Ling looked at an infantry battalion that was strong and strong before the war. After a battle, it has shrunk by half now, and he has mixed feelings in his heart.

There were many new faces in the team, and they were recruits who survived. Many familiar faces were missing, and they were either sacrificed or seriously injured.

In the past, when Yang Ling was away, the deputy battalion commander, Lao Yanqiang, assisted in managing the affairs of the camp in obscurity, but now that Lao Yanqiang had died, Yang Ling felt a sense of loss when he looked at the empty place.

"Relax!" Yang Ling coughed and moistened his throat.

The brothers stood solemnly watching the officer who had been silent for a long time. The mountain wind blew through the woods and made a rattling sound, and the sound of guns and cannons in the distance could be heard clearly.

"Brothers!" Yang Ling suddenly raised his voice, attracting the attention of all the brothers.

He pointed in the direction of the main position of Minshan where the smoke billowed in the distance and the sound of gunfire was dense: "The war is not over yet! The vicious little devils are still burning, killing and looting on our Chinese land! Can we be subdued?"

"No!" Yang Ling almost shouted, and the brothers were also shocked.

"Our deputy battalion commander died! Hundreds of brothers lay down! The little devil thinks that this will defeat us? That's a dream! The little devil has a wrong calculation! They can't think about it!"

"Who are we! We are the 74th Army that can't be defeated! That's the 74th Army that makes little devils frightened!" Yang Ling paused, waved his arms and shouted: "Brothers! Cheer up! For the nation! For the sake of the brothers and the people! Even if we fight to the last man! The last bomb! We will never give in, fight to the end!!"

The brothers were originally disheartened because of the heavy casualties, but at this moment the blood in their hearts boiled again.

"Blood battle to the end!"

"Blood battle to the end!"

The brothers raised their arms and shouted, and the withdrawn troops from the surrounding mountains also stopped and shouted. The shouts of mountains and tsunamis penetrated the smoke of the battlefield, making the little devil's heart shake.

"What are the people from China shouting for?" In the command post of the main position in Minshan, Masao Maruyama, General of the Devils, listened to the shouts from the guns and asked, raising his head.

A ghost major with an ugly face replied in a low voice: "Your Excellency, the Chinese want to fight to the end."

Text Chapter 487 The End of the Crossbow

The battle between the 74th Army and the 6th Brigade of the Japanese Army in the Minshan area has lasted for six days and nights, and the surrounding mountains have been turned into bare scorched earth.

Both sides are the main force with strong strength, neither one is willing to admit defeat, every inch of land must be fought, and every inch of land will not be given up, fighting repeatedly for every mountain and every position.

Corpses were strewn all over the fields, bleeding and floating oars. Both the 74th Army and Masao Maruyama's 6th Brigade suffered heavy casualties.

Masao Maruyama's 6th Brigade relied on excellent weapons and well-trained soldiers, while the 74th Army relied on brothers fighting for their lives one after another. Although on the surface it seemed to be well-matched, in fact the 74th Army was a bit overwhelmed Energetic.

"Master seat, the brothers suffered too many casualties, can you withdraw to let the brothers take a breather?"

Li Tianxia, ​​the brigade commander of the 153rd Brigade, whose helmet was covered with bullet holes, sneaked into the forward command post of the 51st Division. He saw Wang Yaowu, the commander of the [-]rd Brigade, holding up a telescope to observe the situation on the battlefield. Lu poured water and spoke.

Their 153rd Brigade has launched more than five group charges against the frontal devil's position since the morning, but the devil's position is still standing still, and they have suffered heavy losses.

Division commander Wang Yaowu kept holding the binoculars, and he had a clear view of the battlefield. Although he looked calm, he was more anxious than anyone else.

"The part of the 106th Division of the Little Devils has left the Nanxun Line and is heading towards Minshan. We must defeat the devils in front of us before reinforcements come, otherwise we will be in a hard fight."

Brigadier Li Tianxia heard that the 106th Division, which was struggling to make an inch of progress on the Nanxun Line, was also approaching, and was so angry that he cursed: "Damn it, what are the defenders of Jinguan Bridge doing? Why don't they restrain the 106th Division."

If the 106th Division also sent reinforcements to the Minshan battlefield, then their 74th Army would face a division and add another brigade.

"Go back immediately and supervise the battle yourself, and tell the brothers, don't care about the casualties, you must take down the devils in Minshan today!"

Division Commander Wang Yaowu looked at the disgraced Brigadier Li Tianxia, ​​and said in an unquestionable tone: "I will give you a guard platoon to supervise the battle team. Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"

This battle lasted for several days and nights, and Wang Yaowu was also red-eyed, but he knew in his heart that the little devils were almost unable to hold on, as long as they continued to attack fiercely, the final victory would be theirs.

Li Tianxia, ​​the brigade commander, heard Wang Yaowu's words to this extent, and knew that it was futile to withdraw to take a breath, so she grabbed the helmet and put it on her head again.

"Master, there is no need for the supervising team. There is only one last request. Can you let the artillery regiment provide fire support? I will take my brothers to go!" Brigadier Li Tianxia is also ready to go all out.

"Okay, I will support you with the remaining [-] shells. You must attack me today!"

"Yes!" Li Tianxia raised her hand to give a military salute, and without looking back, she got into the thick black gunpowder smoke again.

Wang Yaowu raised his binoculars to observe the battlefield again, and saw that the troops of the 151st Brigade had retreated in embarrassment under the fierce firepower of the devils, and his face was livid with anger.

"Call Brigadier Zhou and ask them what kind of bad battle they fought. If it doesn't work, tell me sooner, I'll replace you!" Wang Yaowu couldn't keep his composure either.

The staff officer grabbed the phone and quickly dialed the forward command post of the 151st Brigade. Amid the rumbling explosion, the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao also heard intermittently.

Although he couldn't hear it very clearly, he knew that the division commander was getting impatient, and that he, the brigade commander, might end up being the last one.

After hanging up the phone, the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao was so angry that he threw his belt heavily on the ammunition box, and ordered: "Organize the brave team again, and attack in 10 minutes. I don't believe that I can't chew it off!"

"Yes!" The tattered orderly responded, climbed up the trench, and disappeared in the billowing smoke in the blink of an eye.

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