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

The explosion of the grenade kicked up the sky, and most of them fell through. Although the devil was not killed, the raging explosive fragments flew across the devil's body ferociously, causing the devil to add many wounded out of thin air.

"Damn it, you are blind! Aim and shoot, don't waste the shells!"

Su Er saw that most of the grenades that flew out fell into the air, but the devils ran farther and farther, turning his head and cursing with hatred.

But this grenade is not a rifle. Even if these brothers who drive ducks to the shelves are scolded, they are still not very accurate, and most of them are empty.

Fortunately, some blind cats ran into dead rats and fell into the group of retreating devils. The devils were immediately blown up, screaming and screaming, and Su Er also yelled happily.

The grenades of the grenade brothers were chasing the devil's buttocks, and the rifle officers and soldiers lying in the trenches did not stop.

They pulled the bolts of their guns one by one, loaded the bullets, aimed at the devil soldier's back and fired.

The gunfire was not very intensive, but the muffled gunshots were endless. Many bullets pierced through the devil's body, and brilliant blood sprayed out from his chest, before he fell to the ground twitching.

The ghost soldiers came and went quickly, and they were all withdrawn in the blink of an eye, and all retreated to their positions. The brothers also put away their guns cursingly, leaning against the trench wall, panting heavily.

Luo Wen just put away his rifle and wiped the sweat off his face with his dirty sleeve. He was terrified. The devil soldiers almost rushed into the trench just now, and they were all ready to bayonet.

Fortunately, several heavy machine guns arranged behind the side opened fire in unison, smashing dozens of little devils, and suppressing the momentum of the devil's attack.

"Check the supplementary ammunition, and do not leave the battle position without orders!"

Qin Shou, the deputy battalion commander, bowed his waist and shouted in a low voice while walking in the trench filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.

Although the devil retreated temporarily, no one could guarantee that the next wave of attacks by the devil would follow closely, so the brothers did not relax in the slightest.

"Deputy battalion, it's getting dark, the devils won't come, will they?"

Luo Wencai saw the deputy battalion commander Qin Shou walking past him, so he hurriedly stopped him and asked.

Qin Shou took a look at his outstanding little fellow, and replied: "The little devil is cunning, don't relax your vigilance, pay attention to the artillery!"

"Yes!" Luo Wencai replied loudly, full of confidence.

Qin Shou patted his little fellow on the shoulder and praised: "You fought well just now, I didn't embarrass you."

Although Luo Wencai was a new recruit who had just joined the army, he performed well in both tactical movements and shooting when dealing with the devil's bombardment just now.

The devil left three corpses in front of Luo Wencai's battle position, and a few others were injured, but they fled back.

Qin Shou could see that this little fellow of his was a piece of material for a soldier, if the rest of the recruits were like him, then the little devil would have been dealt with long ago.

It's a pity that the performance of most of the recruits is not satisfactory, although some of them have fought a battle, but when the devil rushed to the front, his head went blank and he wanted to run back in fright.

If it weren't for the machine guns firing from the bunkers and the hand grenades thrown by the veterans, the devils might have broken into their positions.

But Qin Shou didn't blame those new recruits, after all, it takes time to grow up, as long as they fight a few more battles, they will all grow into veterans and backbones of the army, there is no rush.

"Let's rest first, I'll keep going around." Qin Shou said, and walked away again.

And Luo Wencai sat down with his back against the trench, turned on the kettle to fill his smoky throat with water, the weather was sweltering, and the air seemed to be burning. Fighting the devils in such weather would be fatal.

The defense line of Wushimen was just a solid rock. Although the devils attacked several times, each time they were aggressive. The planes and artillery were fired together, which seemed fierce, but the effect was minimal, and instead they suffered heavy losses.

"The cooking teams send the food up as soon as possible, so that the brothers don't let the brothers fight hungry."

Seeing that the devil retreated, Yang Ling's tense face also relaxed. It was getting dark, and he finally survived the day.

"Tuan Zuo, what is the password for tonight?" Zhang Qingyun, chief of staff of the regiment, came over and asked.

Yang Ling looked at the gradually darkening sky, pondered for a few seconds and replied: "Kill the enemy and serve the country."

With the return of regiment leader Yang Ling, regiment chief of staff Zhang Qingyun completely lost the opportunity to command the troops. Fortunately, he also knew himself, and became low-key in his actions, obeying Yang Ling's orders in everything.

"Yes!" The chief of staff of the regiment hastily agreed, ready to send the night password to each battalion.

Seeing Zhang Qingyun who turned around to leave, Yang Ling ordered: "Notify all the battalion commanders to come to the regiment headquarters for a meeting, and the company commanders directly under the regiment will also be notified."

Zhang Qingyun hurriedly agreed: "Yes—"

Although they repelled several violent attacks by the devils during the day, many problems were exposed and there were still many casualties. Yang Ling hoped to hold a meeting to summarize and avoid similar situations from happening again.

Soon, the three battalion commanders and the heads of the machine gun company directly under the regiment, the secret service company, the machine gun company, and the grenadier company all got into the bunker of the regiment headquarters.

The leaders of these battalions and companies are also commanding the battle on the front line. The military uniforms that were clean and tidy in the morning are now dirty military uniforms, and their faces are as smoky as the bottom of a pot, full of gunpowder smoke.

"Find a place to sit by yourself." Seeing them arriving one after another, Yang Ling waved his hand to let them find a place to sit by themselves.

The light in the bunker of the regiment headquarters was dim, and they looked for stools and ammunition boxes to sit down, and soon all the people were there.

"Have you eaten yet?" Yang Ling asked.

Liu Yidao replied: "I haven't taken care of it yet." The rest of the people also shook their heads.

"Bring them something to eat, and we'll talk while we eat."

Yang Ling asked the cooking squad leader to serve each of them a large bowl of wild vegetable porridge, and brought out a basket of miscellaneous grains.

They were all hungry too, and each of them started to eat with a bowl, regardless of the image of an officer.

"The reason I called you here is to let you talk about the problems that were exposed during the daytime battle. Anyone who has an idea can talk about it."

Yang Ling looked around at the battalion and company commanders who were devouring food, and spoke first.

Hearing Yang Ling's words, they all slowed down their eating speed. They looked at each other without speaking.

"Don't hide it, just say what you think, and I won't blame you." Seeing that they had concerns, Yang Ling added.

Lu Xing put his bowl on the ammunition box, and spoke first: "Since the group seat wants us to talk, then I will say a few words first."

"First of all, there is a problem with our firepower equipment. The firepower of the infantry companies at the front is too weak, while the machine gun company has a full twenty machine guns. Although they are concentrated and use powerful firepower, they cannot take care of every position after all. They just support, which makes them exhausted, and the effect is not good."

As Lu Xing was talking, everyone nodded in agreement. Without the support of a machine gun company, they would not be able to suppress the firepower of the devils. However, there is only one machine gun company, and they cannot take care of every position.

Yang Ling asked, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Lu Xing replied: "Boss, I suggest splitting up the machine gun company and rationally distributing it to various positions, so that we can greatly increase the firepower of each company, so that we won't need support in every position."

Text Chapter 6 The Sly Devil

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In the dim tent, a large group of dirty devil officers stood upright, each of them with low morale and a sluggish expression.

The Chinese army built solid trenches and bunkers in Wushimen. Although they had a large number of artillery, there were also indiscriminate bombings from bombing groups in the sky.

But when their brave soldiers rushed up, the dense bullets like locusts would hit their faces. They stormed for a day and lost countless soldiers, but they didn't even touch the edge of the Chinese army's position.