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

Taking advantage of the old devil's shot being missed, Zhang Heizi hastily raised the gun and pulled the trigger at the old devil's position.

Another brother also jumped out of the crater, and quickly moved towards the direction of the old devil, trying to rush over.

"Pfft!" Goudan threw himself on the wounded devil, and stabbed the bayonet without hesitation, once, twice... blood spattered everywhere.

In an instant, the situation took a turn for the worse. The old devil, who had just escaped Zhang Heizi's shot, was ashamed and looked at the direction of the screaming. He didn't care about saving people, and he would be finished if he stayed any longer.

"boom!"

But the old devil just turned around and didn't run a few steps, when the muffled gunfire rang out, his body staggered, and there was a blood hole in his chest, and the gurgling blood was rushing out.

The old devil raised his head and saw several Chinese officers and soldiers wearing steel helmets emerging from the other side of the hillside.

"Bang—bang—" two more shots in a row, the old devil had two blood holes on his body, and finally fell to the ground with a face full of unwillingness.

Chapter 632 Bloody Battle ([-])

The devils were wiped out, Zhang Heizi and the others were out of danger, and when they saw more than a dozen Chinese officers and soldiers in sight, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are there only three of you?" Deputy Battalion Commander Shunzi frowned when he saw Zhang Heizi and the others. Could it be that they were deserters?

Pointing to the brother who had just died, Zhang Heizi replied truthfully, "There is another one who died just now."

Zhang Heizi saw that Shunzi's expression didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and the brothers around him were vaguely pointing their guns at them, so he hastily added.

"Last night, it was dark and confused. After dawn, I found out that I was alone. I was going to find the troops. Who knew I was ambushed by the little devil."

Zhang Heizi spoke sincerely, and Deputy Battalion Commander Shunzi listened carefully, judging from his expression and tone that Zhang Heizi did not seem to be lying, so he nodded and his brows stretched.

"Follow us back first." Shunzi believed them.

Zhang Heizi showed joy on his face, and immediately stood up and said, "Yes!"

"God, carry the sacrificed brother on your back, let's go."

Zhang Heizi and the others happened to meet the deputy battalion commander Shunzi and the others, and successfully returned to the army.

On the bare and scorched-earth Changling position, Zhang Heizi and the others saw their familiar brothers again.

Hundreds of brethren are sweeping the battlefield and waving their arms to rebuild the trenches.

Mortars and heavy and light machine guns were also set up. Although the brothers were all black and blood-stained, Zhang Heizi and the others felt relieved for no reason when they saw that they were still alive and kicking.

Yang Ling and the others had fought all night, and they had wiped out the remnants of the devils on the front line of Changling, and they were now consolidating their positions.

"Company commander, I thought you were honored." Seeing Zhang Heizi and the others come back, the brothers in their company immediately burst into smiles and surrounded them one after another.

Seeing that most of the brothers were still there, Zhang Heizi was also sincerely happy, and cursed: "You are the one who is honored, I belong to a cat, and I have nine lives—"

Seeing the dirty but familiar faces, Zhang Heizi thumped their chests, and everyone joked a few words, feeling like they were alive after a catastrophe.

"How many casualties did our company have?" Zhang Heizi asked the deputy company commander.

The deputy company commander replied: "Thirty-five were sacrificed, ten were seriously injured, and those who were slightly injured were still able to fight."

Hearing that his company had been cut by a quarter overnight, Zhang Heizi felt guilty. He was incompetent as a company commander, and he rushed forward in favor of himself, leaving the troops behind.

"Where are the seriously injured brothers?" Zhang Heizi wanted to see the seriously injured brothers and what he wanted to do.

"It was sent down early in the morning. Don't take it too seriously, company commander. There are no casualties in a war. Compared with before, we are much better this time." The deputy company commander knew Zhang Heizi's thoughts and expressed relief. road.

"It's me, the company commander, who didn't make a good job, and I hurt the brothers..." Zhang Heizi blamed himself.

The deputy company commander patted Zhang Heizi on the shoulder and said: "Company commander, don't blame yourself, brothers don't blame you, everyone is already prepared to die in this suit."

Although the deputy company commander said so, Zhang Heizi's heart was still uncomfortably tight.

The devils pressed on every step, and their battles continued, causing a large number of casualties for both veterans and recruits.

Most of the current batch of low-level military officers were promoted from veterans. When they were big soldiers, they were brave and good at fighting and took the lead. However, when they became officers, they had more responsibilities, and many of them did not change their roles for a while.

Although he blamed himself in his heart, after this incident, Zhang Heizi also understood his responsibilities better. He was no longer alone, and he had to be responsible for his brothers in the future.

Not long after Zhang Heizi returned to his company to rest, a messenger came over.

"Company Commander Zhang, the regiment seat wants all officers above the company commander to go to the regiment headquarters for a meeting."

"Understood." Zhang Heizi responded, explained to the deputy company commander, and went straight to the regiment headquarters.

Yang Ling's temporary regiment headquarters was set up at the foot of a protruding cliff. Outside several camouflaged tents stood armed guards, and the transmitter was ticking.

When Zhang Heizi walked into the largest tent, there were already more than a dozen officers above the company level standing inside. All of their uniforms were bloodstained, their faces covered in gunpowder smoke, and they had just come down from the front line.

Several battalion commanders and deputy battalion commanders were gathering together and whispering something, Zhang Heizi stood in the corner with interest, waiting quietly.

Soon Yang Ling, who was dressed in a soldier's summer uniform, walked out of the tent, and Zhang Heizi and the others stood up to salute.

Yang Ling didn't wear an officer's uniform, because on such a battlefield, he would be a target for devils, because he was dressed just like ordinary soldiers.

"Everyone find a place to sit."

Seeing this group of subordinates covered in gunpowder smoke, Yang Ling nodded for them to sit down. He knew that this group of brave and skilled officers charged a lot last night.

Knowing Yang Ling's temperament, the officers didn't restrain themselves. They each found an empty ammunition box, and Mu Dun sat down.

"Report the casualties from each battalion." Yang Ling also sat down with a tired face.

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, was the first to speak: "Our first battalion lost 110 people, 55 people were seriously injured, and 53 people were missing."

Lu Xing said that Yang Ling was recording in a small notebook with a pen, so as to facilitate the actual combat effectiveness of each battalion and use it as a reference for his own orders.

"What about the second battalion?"

"98 people died, 30 people were seriously injured, and [-] people were missing." Second Battalion Commander Chen Ming also quickly replied.

Liu Yidao followed up and reported: "The third battalion lost 100 people, 25 people were seriously injured, and 90 people were missing."

"The heavy machine gun company sacrificed 150 people, seriously injured 31 people, and no one is missing."

"Mortar battery..."

The people in charge of each battalion company reported one after another, while Yang Ling recorded it with a brush, and he had a clear understanding of the general situation of the whole regiment.

"Go back and report the detailed list of those killed in battle, and give it to Chief of Staff Zhang."

"Yes!"

"Chief of Staff Zhang, you are responsible for this matter. All brothers who died or were seriously injured must be reported to the brigade headquarters." Yang Ling told Chief of Staff Zhang Qingyun.