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

"I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell! Take a gun if you are not afraid of death! Follow me!"

The division commander Feng Shengfa took off his epaulets and put them in his pocket with a face ashamed, and pulled out his waist pistol.

The staff officers and guards of the division headquarters also loaded their bullets one after another, and followed the division commander Feng Shengfa strode into the fierce gunpowder smoke.

Wanjialing has a radius of more than ten kilometers, except for a few villages, most of them are hills and forests with ravines.

But at this moment, gunpowder smoke filled the mountains, and the flames were soaring into the sky. All the devil's regiments and the Chinese army had exchanged fire across the board, and the devils such as Youzhang Gushan and Changling were in the most intense direction to break through.

Although Yang Ling and the others stayed in De'an as a mobile reserve force, Yang Ling knew very well that they would not stay here forever, they would go up.

But Yang Ling also knew that the Songpu division was already a trapped beast, and a well-trained trapped beast was the most dangerous, so he was also actively preparing.

"Each person prepares at least five days of dry food and brings enough drinking water."

Yang Ling knew that this cruel battle had just begun. In mountain battles, dry food and drinking water were sometimes more important than ammunition, and one had to have strength to fight.

"Tuan Zuo, we are not on a long march. It would be a pity if the dry food we prepared rotted. Anyway, we will deliver the food at that time." The cooking soldiers did not understand Yang Ling's order.

"Just do it, and you'll understand when the time comes." Yang Ling didn't bother to explain to them, once the fight broke out, the food might not be served.

In his memory, many troops who participated in the siege of Wanjialing Songpu Division ended up fighting hungry.

Because the firepower of the devils blocked the rear, the cooked meals in the rear could not be delivered, and the cooks could only climb step by step to the fighting place.

By the time the cooks finally spent a day or two crossing the devil's blockade to send the prepared meals to the combat troops, the meals were already stinky in the hot weather.

But the brothers in the combat troops will not blame these cooking soldiers who risked their lives to deliver food, because the battlefield is too cruel.

The reason why Yang Ling made preparations early was that he didn't want his brothers to fight hungry when the time came. After all, once the devil's firepower was blocked, it would be difficult to deliver food.

In addition to food, Yang Ling specially found the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao, and received another 20 rounds of machine gun ammunition, and [-] rounds of rifle ammunition were distributed to the troops.

Fortunately, in order to besiege the Matsuura Division, the Ninth War Zone specially delivered a batch of ammunition, so that they could successfully receive some more ammunition.

Yang Ling ensured that every brother had at least one hundred rounds of ammunition. Although bayonet fighting was cool, but it was not a last resort. Yang Ling didn't want brothers to fight bayonets with devils.

After all, bayonet fighting is almost always a life-for-life fight. He doesn't want the brothers who get along day and night to take risks. As an officer, he has the cheek to get more ammunition. This is the only thing he can do for his brothers.

Gunfire continued day and night in the Wanjialing area. The 58th Division and the troops participating in the siege had fought bloody battles with the little devils of the Matsuura Division for two days and two nights.

Matsuura Junrokuro paid the price for his arrogance. Although they bombed indiscriminately from the air, his troops would be stubbornly blocked no matter which direction they broke through.

They were like a besieged beast, going round and round, but they couldn't get out, which made it difficult for Matsuura Junrokuro to maintain his composure.

"General, more than half of the 113th Regiment attacking Changling lost more than half, and they requested to suspend the attack..."

Chief of Staff Akiyama Yoshitaka had hardly closed his eyes for the past two days and two nights. He was unkempt and had to report the bad news to Matsuura Junrokuro.

"Trash! Idiot!" The high-spirited head of the division, Matsuura Junrokuro, could no longer maintain his demeanor, and roared.

The 113th Regiment is a brave and skilled unit. In terms of strength, it can crush an elite division from China, but it was blocked for two days and could not break through. This disappointed Matsuura Junrokuro.

But what Matsuura Junrokuro didn't know was that although more than half of their 113th Wing had lost, there were only more than 58 people left in the 1th Division that blocked them from more than 500 people.

The unsatisfactory battle made Matsuura Junrokuro's temper become irritable, and the previously high-spirited staff officers were all quiet and shabby, afraid to speak, and the atmosphere in the division headquarters was suffocating.

After Junrokuro Matsuura finished venting, it was Chief of Staff Akiyama Yoshitaka who finally broke the silence.

"General, the 27th Division has already moved closer to us with all its strength. Now we need to change the direction of attack and break out to Zhang Gushan."

After Matsuura Junrokuro scolded, he sat back on the chair dejectedly, as if he had been spared all the strength from his body, and waved his hands: "Go and arrange it."

"Hi Yi!"

Seeing the exhausted Matsuura Junrokuro, Chief of Staff Akiyama Yoshitaka saluted, then turned and left the dark room.

Akiyama Yoshitaka walked out of the house, saw the serious-looking division commander, and ordered: "The Chinese army may attack here at any time, you must strengthen your guard."

"Hi Yi!" The captain of the security squadron had a serious look on his face, and hurried to step up his guard.

Soon the mountain village where the 106th Division headquarters was stationed was full of mobilized devil soldiers, looking like they were facing an enemy, but the rumbling gunfire from the surrounding mountains and the thundering gunshots still made them feel uneasy. sense of security.

Text Chapter 623 Battle of Wanjialing ([-])

The wounded were sent down continuously from Wanjialing. The brothers who were sent down were lying on stretchers covered in blood and flesh, and their life and death were unknown.

The brethren who served as the reserve force huddled on the side of the road, watching the waves of wounded being carried off, and their hearts also tugged.

"Brother, how is the fight ahead?"

Seeing those wounded soldiers passing by who were all dirty and broken, helping each other down, some brothers couldn't help but gathered around to ask about the situation on the front line.

The evacuated wounded were numb and exhausted, and said weakly: "Our division leaders are still standing in front, the little devil is crazy."

"How about your casualties?" Company Commander Su Er asked the wounded brother who was about to leave.

The wounded soldier's face was full of grief, and he pointed to a few brothers wrapped in blood-stained gauze beside him and replied in a low voice: "There are only a few people left in our company..."

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

Seeing a reorganized company with more than 100 people, less than five survived, Su Er was shocked and at the same time embarrassed, regretting asking such a question, poking their sore spot.

The brother waved his hand dejectedly and said, "You guys are about to go, get ready to do your best."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head and limped into the ranks of wounded soldiers.

The brothers are all troops who have fought many tough battles. Seeing the situation of the withdrawn wounded soldiers, they can also feel that the battle in Wanjialing is not as easy as they expected.

But they did not receive an order to go to the front line, so they could only wait in torment, excited and nervous.

"Dinglingling..." The phone rang quickly, and the staff officer on duty quickly answered the phone.

"This is the 301st Regiment..." Before the staff officer on duty finished speaking, the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao's voice came from the other side.

"Let your leader Yang Ling answer the phone—"

Hearing brigade commander Zhou Zhidao's hurried voice, the staff officer on duty said to wait a moment, and hurriedly shouted to Yang Ling who was having lunch in the yard: "Team, the number of the brigade—"

Yang Ling hurriedly put down the dishes and ran to the room to answer the phone.

"Traveler, I'm Yang Ling."

"Yang Ling, I order your regiment to gather quickly and set off immediately to take over the 58th Division on the front line of Changling. You must hold your position before dark!"

Brigadier Zhou Zhidao spoke so fast that Yang Ling could hear his excitement. Finally, they didn't have to sit here and wait.

Yang Ling stood up and replied, "Yes!"