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

Commander Yu Xuezhong is still very promoted, although he also knows that there are no waves without wind, but at any rate he also has the rank of major general, which can be regarded as a senior general.

"Good news! Huaiyin was recovered by our army!"

At this very moment, a communications officer broke into the room with a message in his hand, and yelled loudly, regardless of the senior officers in the room.

The news of the victory caused cheers to erupt in the busy combat room, and the combat staff hurriedly searched for the location of Huaiyin on the combat sand table.

"Let me see--"

The chief of staff, Wang Jingxuan, was also full of joy. He stepped forward and snatched the telegram into his hands, and looked down.

"It's that unit that recovered Huaiyin. I want to give them credit." Seeing the strange expression on Chief of Staff Wang Jingxuan, Commander Yu Xuezhong couldn't help asking.

"Commander, it's weird." Chief of Staff Wang Jingxuan said and handed the telegram to Commander Yu Xuezhong: "Near Huaiyin is the guerrilla zone of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, but the signature of this telegram is the third guerrilla detachment under it. .”

"Huh?" Commander Yu Xuezhong also took the message and read it, and also found this strange place.

"Go and call back to inquire about the situation." Commander Yu Xuezhong didn't think too much, and directly ordered the communications officer.

The communications officer replied: "Sir, this is a plain code telegram, which was sent from near Huaiyin. We have changed several communication channels just now, but there is no response. It is estimated that they do not know our communication channel."

"Quickly contact the radio stations near Huaiyin and let them quickly confirm the situation in Huaiyin."

"Yes!"

When the theater command received Yang Ling's clear-coded telegram to restore Huaiyin, the Devil's North China Commander Sugiyama Moto and Central China Commander Hata Shunroku also received the clear-coded telegram that Huaiyin fell.

However, big cities such as Nanchang and Jiujiang in various regions are now crumbling under the stormy attacks of the Chinese army. The loss of a small county in northern Jiangsu really does not attract their attention.

Because the Subei area where Huaiyin is located is located at the junction of the Devil's Central China and North China groups, both sides thought that the other party would send someone to take it back, but in fact, no one sent anyone.

This allowed Yang Ling and the others to escape a catastrophe and win a good development opportunity, which Yang Ling did not expect.

Text 8 Chapter [-] Battle on the Southern Front

The winter offensive was in full swing, and braved the icy cold wind, the heroic Chinese officers and soldiers went on to launch wave after wave of attacks on the devil's positions.

"Bang bang bang!"

On the battlefield in Gaoyou, mortar shells kept falling on the charging crowd, setting off groups of blood and scorched earth, but the devils still could not stop the charging momentum of the Chinese officers and soldiers.

"kill!"

The grassroots officers who took the lead were almost all blackened by gunpowder smoke. The continuous days of fighting had made them unkempt, but it was still difficult to conceal the fierce and murderous aura they exuded.

"Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng -"

The devil's light and heavy weapons fired, and the dense rain of bullets enveloped the battlefield. The smoke of the explosion and the billowing smoke of burning covered the battlefield.

The hoarse roars of the officers were heard on the entire battlefield. The Chinese officers and soldiers in the first wave of charge all fell down under the joint strangulation of the Devil's [-]-type heavy machine guns, grenadiers, mortars, and mountain artillery.

Those officers and soldiers who were seriously injured were still clutching their wounds, dragging their guns and clutching grenades as they crawled towards the devil's position, leaving behind them blood troughs.

"Call for artillery fire!"

General Ma Yuren, commander of the first guerrilla major general, saw that more than 200 people who rushed up were slaughtered in the blink of an eye. Tears flashed in the eyes of this thin and tough soldier.

"Shhhhhh..."

Shells passed over the heads of the guerrilla brothers from the simple artillery position behind them, and with clearly visible bullet marks, they smashed into the devil's position several hundred meters ahead.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Although the artillery shells are not as powerful as the heavy artillery, but in the face of the rapid fire of the artillerymen, in the billowing black smoke, the sandbags outside the devil's trench, the machine gun, the body is still being blown away. torn apart.

A mournful howl came from the billowing smoke ahead, and the sky covered by the gunpowder smoke turned black and gray, like a snowfall.

The death squads of the second wave of guerrilla troops had already taken advantage of the bombardment and rushed to the front-line trenches. They pressed their bodies against the trench wall, waiting for the order to attack, and the heavy panting sounded together.

The troops led by General Ma Yuren had been fighting against the little devils and the puppet army on the outskirts of Gaoyou for several days.

The entire trench was already scorched black, with mutilated limbs and internal organs scattered randomly, and broken guns lying there quietly stained with dark red blood.

Although they are guerrilla forces, this time it is a counterattack across the board, not just Gaoyou, but nearby Yancheng, Baoying, and the southern Jiangsu area are all fighting.

And on the frontal battlefield, the Chinese officers and soldiers who had just completed their training were also launching a fierce offensive against the little devils, so their guerrillas also assembled to fight tough battles again. They also wanted to recover the city and wipe out the Japanese invaders.

Shells kept falling on the direction of the devil's position, and clusters of explosion flames rose under the dark sky, and from time to time, splashes of bone scum and minced meat fell on the heads of the devils on the ground.

The brothers can't take care of that much anymore, they are already covered in tatters and dirt, and are covered with dark red blood stains. It is unknown whether they will come back alive this time.

"This is enough for a devil to drink a pot."

A brother cautiously poked his head out of the trench to observe the devils covered by artillery fire a few hundred meters away.

There are also new recruits who have just been added, clutching tattered rifles in their hands, which are out of bullets, and only the gaped bayonet hanging in front is still glowing coldly.

"Little devil, come, have a drink."

Seeing the immature recruit who was about the same height as the rifle, a veteran lit the last cigarette and took a deep breath, untied the water bottle on his waist and handed it over.

Seeing the well-meaning veteran, the immature recruit tremblingly took the water bottle, raised his head and took a sip. He drank too fast, coughed from choking, and his face turned red.

"It's not water..." the immature recruit said while coughing.

"Hahaha, I didn't say it was water. This is a good burning knife. Drinking it will make you invulnerable to hitting devils." The veteran smiled triumphantly, and took a sip for himself as he spoke.

The brothers lined up in the trench and ready to charge saw the veterans teasing the recruits, with smiles on their faces mixed with mud and gunpowder, as if they had seen the scene when they had just joined the army.

"Brothers! We are the first guerrilla army! The brothers of the 89th Army have captured several counties, and we can't be compared with others! The little devil is raised by bastards, let's rush up and smash them Let the people of the country see their bastards, our guerrilla army is not bad!"

The head of a captain and company commander who led the charge was covered with blood-oozing gauze, but he had already made up his mind to die.

"Give all your strength to Lao Tzu. If you rush up and kill the devils, we will drink and eat meat together later. If you can't go up, we will all die. When we go underground, we will fight side by side to fight the devils!"

The company commander spoke impassionedly, and the blood in the brothers' bodies was also boiling.

"Attach the bayonet! Prepare to charge!"

After the company commander finished speaking, he looked at the dark sky, estimated that the shells were almost gone, and ordered coldly.

At this moment, there was a piercing roar in the sky, and the six devil planes rushed out of the clouds and went straight to the artillery position behind them.

"Boom!"

There were rumbling explosions from the artillery positions of the guerrillas, and the devil's planes were swooping back and forth to straf.

"on!"