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The hot flames rose up, and the wet clothes and pants on the branches gave off bursts of white water vapor. The remnants of the soldiers curled up beside the fire, their tired faces flushed red with the orange fire light.
"I said company commander, can we dig such a deep trench to be effective?" Luo Dayong held his precious Czech light machine gun in his arms, drowsy from the warm flame, raised his head and asked the old smoker.
The old smoking gun lit the dry smoking gun in the fire and took a puff. Looking at the crooked trenches lying across the position, he replied somewhat uncertainly: "It should work."
In fact, the old smoker didn't know if the trench dug so deep could stop the little devil's attack, but since Yang Ling said so, it should at least be useful for them to do so.
Now that Yang Ling has become the backbone of the 30th remnant soldiers of the supplementary company, what he said still has a little weight. The reason why Yang Ling let the remnants dig trenches is to improve their chances of survival.
Fatty Tian San ran along the trench to the fire, put his cold hands on the fire and roasted it, and moved aside when he felt a little sensation in his numb hands.
"Commander Zhou, the company deputy asked us to cut some reed stalks and put them in the trenches."
Luo Dayong was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and murmured dissatisfiedly: "I said that the tossing and tossing is still endless. I haven't caught my breath yet, and I have to work again."
The old smoker also felt that he was physically and mentally exhausted. After marching continuously and then digging trenches for several hours, he felt that his bones were about to fall apart.
"Okay, let's all get up, it's better to get some reed stalks to cushion the trenches than to wade in the mud." The old smoker interrupted Luo Dayong who was muttering, stood up and called the remnant soldiers to chop Reed stalks.
There are many and thick reeds growing along the Zhazaobang River, and it doesn’t take much effort. Soon the old smokers cut down a lot of reeds and put them in the trenches. There are reed stalks on the mud, although there is still water. Seeping out is also better than stepping back and forth in the mud with both feet.
"Hey, don't even mention it, let's have this reed stalk mat, it's much better than before." Luo Dayong stepped on the trench, like a child who discovered some secret, and grinned.
"You don't even have to look at who thought of it. The deputy is brilliant." Some remnants began to admire Yang Ling. Although it was only a small change, it made them feel much more comfortable in the trenches.
Luo Dayong waved his hand and interrupted the remnant soldiers: "Okay, okay, you will know how to flatter."
"Hey, why did we go to the deputy company?" Luo Dayong looked around, but he didn't see Yang Ling, and turned his head to ask the disabled soldiers.
The remnant soldiers also looked around, and soon they saw a busy figure in the twilight in front of the position. They climbed out of the trench and took a closer look. It wasn't their Deputy Yang Lian.
"Deputy Lian, what are you busy with?" Luo Dayong approached and asked.
"Don't move, there is a bomb under your feet." Yang Ling's reminder scared Luo Dayong, and he stopped abruptly, only to find a thin thread only half a meter away from him, with both ends tied and the bottom cover unscrewed What about the grenade.
Luo Dayong carefully put his feet back, and broke out in a cold sweat. Damn, I almost got reimbursed.
The remnants of the surrounding soldiers also stopped and did not dare to move forward. Seeing Yang Ling busy alone in front of their position, they held their breath and looked at the thin figure. Only then did they feel lucky that Yang Ling was their company deputy. Well, if they were devils, they wouldn't know how they died, and they couldn't see through Yang Ling any more.
Yang Ling used to be the king of soldiers, and it was a piece of cake to plant some booby traps in front of the position. Anyway, they had a lot of grenades now, so he prepared a big meal for the devils.
Seeing Yang Ling unscrew the caps of the grenades one by one, tie the two ends with ropes and arrange them straight in front of the position, Luo Dayong and the others gasped. If the devil's infantry hit the thin wire, the grenades would definitely be detonated.
"If the devils come, they will die a lot?" Seeing so many grenades placed in front of the position, Li Mazi swallowed his saliva and said.
"A lot of devils will definitely be blown to death, haha." The remnant soldiers suddenly felt that it was a very pitiful thing for the little devil to meet their deputy Yang Lian.
"Give me two more grenades." Yang Ling's voice came when the disabled soldiers were pointing at the ambushing grenades excitedly.
Luo Dayong hurriedly untied the two grenades hanging from his waist, and carefully handed them to Yang Ling, fearing that he would hit the thin wire and be blown up.
Yang Ling placed more than 40 grenades in the open space in front of the position. They were not randomly pulling wires, but mostly on both sides. A passage was left in the center for the devils to attack, and the other end of the passage was a supplementary grenade. Even the machine gun bunker, as long as the devil enters this passage, Yang Ling guarantees that the little devil will never come back.
After arranging everything, Yang Ling reckoned that it was seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and the sky had completely darkened. He didn't have a watch and didn't know the exact time, but the sound of the guns on the other side of the river was getting closer and closer, and he guessed it would be the latest. Tomorrow morning the devils will reach the other side of the river.
"Go to the back to rest and replenish your strength." Yang Ling waved his hand and took the lead towards the hidden soldier cave behind. The remnant soldiers knew that there was thunder in front of the position, so they all retreated to the back of the position to sleep and replenish their strength.
Now on the battlefield in Songhu, the Squadron and the Devil's troops have become a mess. Facing the tenacious resistance of the Squadron, the Devils have an overwhelming advantage in equipment, but their progress is slow. The Devils originally wanted to It was a decisive battle, but it turned out to be a bad one. Their domestic resources were limited, and their high-level leaders were very dissatisfied after fighting for two months.
In order to end the entanglement with the Squadron in the Shanghai area as soon as possible, the commander of the Shanghai Expedition Army, Matsui Iwane, gathered the powerful forces of the 13rd, 1th, 1th, and [-]st Divisions at the end of October to prepare for the forced crossing. Implement the tactics of central breakthrough, attack Dachang Town and Nanxiang Station today, and completely defeat the Chinese army.
In the face of the fierce attack of the Japanese army, the Chinese army had lost their position on the left bank one after another, so they had to temporarily dispatch the 61st Division, which had just been repaired, to the right bank of Yuzaobang, trying to block the Japanese army from crossing the river.
In order to avoid exposing the target, the bonfire has been extinguished, but the remaining temperature still makes the remnant soldiers feel warm. They gathered in twos and threes and whispered all over the world. The night sky was full of thoughts, he knew that a cruel battle was coming, and the remnant soldiers here did not know how much they could survive.
Text Chapter 41 Gunshots in the Dark Night
The night was deep, and the sound of rumbling guns continued to come from the other side of the river. The remnant soldiers felt the earth tremble slightly, causing the soil above the cave to fall down.
"The little devil is really a loser. The cannon has been fired for a long time without stopping. How much ammunition is wasted." The old smoker curled up and nestled on the ground, listening to the rumbling sound coming from his ears, Cursing softly.
Luo Ziqiang brushed off the dirt that fell on the rice cakes, and then stuffed the cakes into his mouth. His expression was serious: "I'm afraid the little devil will hit the riverside tonight."
The devil's heavy artillery kept ringing, and the attack was so fierce that the squadron on the other side of the river would definitely not be able to bear it. The remnant soldiers felt as if a stone had been crushed on their hearts, and they were so depressed that they couldn't breathe.
"Deputy Lian, how can you stop the little devil here?" Fatty Tian San felt that this place was not safe when he heard the gunfire, and wanted to talk to someone.
All the remnants turned their attention to Yang Ling, because Yang Ling was omnipotent in their hearts, as long as Yang Ling said he could stop them, they would definitely be able to stop them, and they hoped that Yang Ling would give them a reassurance.
Yang Ling's eyes flicked over the tired faces of the disabled soldiers. His lips squirmed, trying to say that he could stop it, but he swallowed the words again. He didn't want to lie to these disabled soldiers, he knew that he couldn't stop them here.
Seeing that Yang Ling was stunned for a long while without speaking, the remnants of the soldiers all understood that it was impossible to stop the devils, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressed.
"We have so much ammunition, even if the little devil comes, he won't be able to please you, Brother Yang." Old Smoker looked at the atmosphere a little depressed, and said.
Yang Ling looked at the old smoker with keen eyes and understood what he meant. He nodded and said, "We don't know if we can stop the little devils, but as long as they dare to come, we guarantee that they will never come back."
"That's right, those grenades are enough for a kid to drink a pot."
"We still have two machine guns, as long as he dares to come, chug them."
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The atmosphere became active again, but Yang Ling felt a little heavy in his heart. These remnant soldiers didn't have any patriotic feelings, and the reason why they joined the army was just to earn a living.
It is these remnant soldiers who are just begging for food, facing the devil's steel guns and cannons, they would rather use their flesh and blood to carry the devil to death than be deserters, because they know that if they retreat and become deserters, then Their relatives, brothers and sisters will be harmed by devils, and they don't want such a thing to happen.
The remnant soldiers were waiting for a long time. In the middle of the night, a large number of rout soldiers retreated from the battlefield on the other side of the river. They were covered in blood, exhausted, and looked panic-stricken. Many of them rolled into the mud pond as they walked.
The remnants all stood up from their positions, and when they saw the friendly troops retreating like locusts, they immediately became nervous.
"Tsk tsk, the fight was terrible." Luo Dayong held his machine gun, commenting on the retreating soldiers like an outsider, his words were full of schadenfreude, luckily it wasn't my feeling.
The remnants also folded their arms and watched the black mass of people retreat, but they were not as nervous as Luo Dayong, but were full of worry. Looking at their miserable conditions, they knew that they must have been beaten very badly.
The old smoker ran towards the broken soldiers, stretched out his hand and grabbed a broken soldier whose head was covered with blood and red, and asked, "Brother, are there many devils? How far is it from the river?"
"The devils are all over the mountains and plains, and they are already biting us and chasing after us."
The old smoker returned to the position with a dignified expression. From the mouth of the rout soldiers, he already knew that the devils were coming this time. Looking at the 30 or so remnants, he said: "Don't be dazed, check the ammunition, the little devils have come gone."
The remnants jumped into the trenches like ducks being chased away, making constant thumping sounds, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly became tense.
Yang Ling lay on his bunker, loaded a won Hanyang-made rifle with bullets and put it in a convenient place, then filled the bullets with the [-] big cover rifle seized from the devils, and conveniently put more than a dozen grenades Put it in a place that is convenient for you, quietly waiting for the arrival of the devil.
The old smoker was lying not far from Yang Ling, seeing Yang Ling preparing in an orderly manner, he didn't know if he could survive, so after thinking about it, he opened his mouth and whispered to Yang Ling: "Brother Yang, the devil is here this time. I'm afraid there are quite a few, if I die, you will bring the supplementary company."
Watching the old smoker explain the funeral, Yang Ling was taken aback. He had never thought of such a problem, but seeing the serious gaze of the old smoker, he knew that this was a real war, and everyone could die at any time , he nodded after being silent for a while, as a promise.