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

As the main combat force of the Central Army, their regiment now not only has a machine gun company directly under the regiment, each battalion is also equipped with a heavy machine gun company or a mortar company, and the firepower of the troops has been greatly enhanced.

Every time the little devil tries to attack by force, he will be suppressed by powerful firepower, although the devil still has an advantage in aircraft and heavy artillery with a caliber above 75mm.

But in terms of the firepower configuration of the grassroots troops, Yang Ling and his troops were almost on par with the devils, especially the czech light machine guns attached to the infantry company, which could even suppress the crooked light machine guns of the devils.

On such a complex battlefield with jagged teeth, the two sides saw each other repeatedly, and the battle never stopped.

The front company was fighting the devils in an orderly manner, and in the hidden trenches of the second defense, those recruits who had never been on the battlefield were watching nervously.

This kind of combat observation can make these new recruits adapt to the battle-torn battlefield to the greatest extent, and the tactical explanations by the veterans will benefit them a lot.

Seeing the bullets flying across the front and the constant explosions, every recruit who watched the battle listened carefully to the explanations of the veterans, desperately absorbing the knowledge of the battlefield, after all, it was related to their own lives.

"Vice battalion, the brothers from the second battalion have come up, and the group leader asked them to retreat to rest—"

A brother ran to the machine gun pit and squatted down. Seeing Qin Shou, the deputy battalion commander who was reloading the machine gun, he brought Yang Ling's order.

"Understood, notify all platoons and prepare to hand over positions!"

Qin Shou pulled the trigger while talking, and kept pulling the trigger while talking, shooting a few rounds of bullets at a few wretched and leaping devils.

"Puff puff——" the bullet penetrated the devil soldier's body with a strong impact, revealing transparent blood holes.

Amid the bloody mist, several devils fell to the ground like ripe wheat, scaring the devils behind them back in a hurry.

The brothers from the Second Battalion who were changing defense quickly drove up along the traffic trench, replacing Qin Shou and the others who were covered in gunpowder and blood.

Although most of the brothers who drove up were recruits, they had watched the battlefield for a long time in the trenches of the second defense, and quickly took over the position under the yelling of the officers.

"Lift up our wounded brethren, and bring down our sacrifices."

Qin Shou and the others persisted until the stipulated time, and now they were about to withdraw, and suddenly felt a little more relaxed.

The recruits who had fought against the devils on the battlefield for so long also heaved a sigh of relief, carried the wounded and the corpses of the sacrificed brothers, and quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

Although they were rushed into the position by the devils because of their panic in the first wave of the devil's attack, they performed extremely well in the subsequent resistance and insisted that they did not let the devils succeed once.

The retreating company gradually moved away from the fierce gunfire battlefield, and their expressions became more relaxed. Although the brothers who died and the brothers who were injured made them feel sad, it was the first time they personally killed the devils, and they still couldn't restrain themselves. Hold back the excitement on your face.

The companies withdrawn from various positions met at the intersection. Seeing each other's faces blackened by the battle and the tattered cloth strips hanging all over their bodies, they hugged excitedly as if they had joined forces in victory.

"How many devils have you killed?" Someone asked a brother who was acquainted with him.

A brother replied: "I wounded one, the devil was lucky, let him escape, next time I will never let him go!"

Although the brother was sighing with regret, he still couldn't restrain the pride on his face. In the past, when they marched in the rear and shouted slogans and received loud praise from the nation, he couldn't make him so happy now. He really hurt a devil.

"I also wounded one, hit the leg, and let him escape..."

The shooting accuracy of the recruits is really not flattering. Although most of them fired more than ten or twenty bullets, there were not many who actually killed the devils, and more wounded the devils, or suspected of injuring the devils.

But even so, this group of recruits, who were on the battlefield for the first time, were happy. After all, they were considered people who had been on the battlefield and fought devils.

Yang Ling, the head of the regiment, personally greeted the infantry battalion who had persisted for an hour under the devil's repeated attacks. Although the record was not ideal and the number of devils killed was not as good as the casualties, he still gave them positive encouragement.

"You are all doing a good job. You played well. You didn't embarrass our 74th Army, and you didn't feel ashamed of the elders in your hometown. I hope you will continue to work hard and kill more devils next time you go to the battlefield."

The encouragement of the officer Yang Ling made these brothers who had experienced the war for the first time flush with excitement. They were affirmed by the officer, and many of them had moist eyes.

"I would like to specifically praise Luo Wencai from the third company of your battalion. He is calm and brave. He killed three devils on the battlefield for the first time. You all have to learn from him!" Yang Ling walked towards the recruit Luo Wencai who was stunned on the spot.

Looking at this burly recruit, Yang Ling secretly praised that he really is a good soldier. He had heard about Luo Wencai. He had a fight with Qin Shou during training, and it was his first time to have such a record on the battlefield. Everyone was surprised.

"Fight devils well, this gun is given to you as a token of appreciation." Yang Ling took off his shell gun and stuffed it into Luo Wencai's hand, making the rest of the recruits envious.

"Thank you to the group seat--" Qin Shou watched his little fellow get praised in public, with a smile on his face, and hurriedly pushed him to remind him.

After reacting, Luo Wencai stood up in a panic and said, "Thank you, group seat!"

Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder, turned to the recruits around him and said, "I have ordered the cooking team to prepare the meals, everyone go down to eat and rest first."

"Yes!" The recruits promised loudly, and happily went to eat under the leadership of the officer.

But Yang Ling kept Battalion Commander Liu Yidao and Deputy Battalion Commander Qin Shou.

"Although you have completed the task of holding your ground, the casualties are not small this time. When you go back, you have to summarize the problems exposed this time, learn from your lessons, and report back to me."

"Yes!" The two battalion chief officers restrained their smiles and agreed in unison.

"You guys also go to eat and rest first, and then go up in the evening."

Text Chapter 579 Wheel of War ([-])

All the fronts in the area near the Mahuiling Basin were smashed into a pot of porridge, and the devils launched a day and night strong attack on the defenders like chicken blood.

The low hills turned into bare scorched earth, and the paddy fields full of crops were blasted into countless shocking huge craters. The blood in the low-lying areas was dark red, reflecting the orange flames that exploded in the distance, like purgatory.

Although the infantry divisions of the Chinese army guarding the frontier of Mahuiling were under tremendous pressure and their casualties rose sharply, they still gritted their teeth and fought the devils on the ground.

The battle between the two sides lasted from day to night, and there will be a hand-to-hand combat at close quarters almost every hour or two.

Every time the devils rushed into the defense line of the Chinese defenders aggressively, but every time they were repelled by the counterattack troops before they could gain a firm foothold, leaving corpses everywhere.

The battlefield has become dark, and the brothers crouching in the trenches can no longer tell whether it is the heavy gunpowder smoke covering the sky that obscures the light or it is already dark.

But it is not important to them anymore. As long as they have not received the order to replace them and rest, they have to be firmly nailed to the forward position and fight repeatedly with the devils who rushed up until the troops who changed defense came up or they themselves fall down.

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

The devil's mortars began to bombard again, piercing the piercing and sharp whistling piercing the black sky and falling on the position. The rumbling explosion flames were like lightning in the dark night, reflecting the pale corpses piled up around them.

The combat troops in the trenches at the front were fighting the devil wholeheartedly. The people in the nearby area had already moved, and the corpses left in the position had not been cleared and buried in time, and they had piled up into hills.

From time to time, shells fell on the pile of corpses and exploded flesh and bones, exposing the scorched earth soaked in blood, but after a while, the blasted places would be covered by corpses again.

The positions guarded by Yang Ling and his regiment are on the flanks of the entire defense line. The devils are attacking from the front, and the gunfire from the front becomes fierce every once in a while. Neither is high.

The main battalions in the regiment were divided according to Yang Ling's order, and they went to the forward positions in batches to fight against the devils in turn, so as to temper the recruits.

Except for the first batch of recruits who went to the front line and were rushed into the position by the devils because they had no combat experience, as time went by, the devils would be suppressed even if they couldn't even get close to the position.

When the troops pulled up in the morning, many recruits saw the pale faces of the fragmented bodies that had been bombed, and couldn't help vomiting.

But now the recruits, who were scorched all over by the flames of war, were able to lie in the pile of bloody corpses and gnaw on the cornbreads brought by the cooking soldiers, without paying attention to those corpses.

The flames of war and death have made the recruits grow rapidly, and they are becoming more and more similar to those veterans who have survived the bloody battle in terms of tactics and thinking. The devils have been fighting harder and harder, showing fatigue.

Although the devils did not launch a strong attack because the sky was getting dark, sporadic attacks continued, but the major battalion commander Liu Yidao did not dare to relax in the slightest.