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

"It's just luck. There are still a lot of devil cavalry fleeing. We have to eliminate them as soon as possible, otherwise it will always be a disaster."

"That's natural. Commander Yang, you can give orders. Our guards will listen to you."

"Then I'll be more respectful than obedient."

Yang Ling didn't refuse either, after all, where his military rank was, he was the supreme commander here.

Text 390 Chapter [-] Fierce Battle

The tens of kilometers around Yichang has turned into a huge battlefield. The smoke of gunpowder mixed with the thick clouds persists for a long time, and the sound of guns and guns rang out from invisible distances from time to time.

The devil's bombers and fighter jets swooped down from the clouds from time to time, dropping bombs and strafing the positions of the Chinese defenders everywhere.

Shocking craters were blasted out of the originally green fields, and the crops in the fields were also burned.

Wiping their tears, the local people shuttled back and forth day and night, delivering food, water, ammunition and the wounded to the officers and soldiers fighting on the ground.

Many forests were burned down by the incendiary bombs dropped by the devils, and more than 30 villages around Yichang were blown into ruins.

The devil's planes and cannons took turns to go into battle, trying to crush the defending Chinese army into powder. Every position captured by the devils was full of Chinese officers and soldiers who died in battle. The casualties of the devils also rose sharply.

The officers and soldiers led by Yang Ling repelled the 17th Battalion of Devil Cavalry, killed hundreds of devils in three confrontations, captured more than 150 excellent horses, and won the award of Song Ruike, commander of the 199th Division.

The 18th Army also allocated 300 new recruits from the rear to Yangling and their troops. Commander Peng Shan personally awarded them the flag of the Flame Special Operations Brigade as a token of recognition.

Now that the devils are pressing heavily on the territory, the planes and cannons are coming up in turn, and the troops at the front are under great pressure.

At such a time, heroes and victories are urgently needed to boost morale, and Yang Ling and the others are the chosen hero army, and of course they have proved this with their strength.

After three battles and three victories, Yang Ling and the others repelled the 17th Battalion of Devil Cavalry that fled to the rear of the position, and were awarded the flag of the Flame Special Operations Battalion for the first time on a formal occasion. The symbol of Yichang has become the envy of the surrounding armies in Yichang.

The Jingzhen Mountain position was tight, and Yang Ling and the others were ordered to reinforce the Jingzhen Mountain position. The flag of the Flame Special Warfare Brigade floated on Jingzhen Mountain for four days. .

But Yang Ling knew that these were the victories and honors brought by the most ordinary soldiers of their Raging Flame Special Forces Brigade. Without their sacrifice and fighting, their Raging Flame Special Forces Brigade would not exist.

The Lieyan Special Forces Brigade was originally just a special task force, and when it was the largest, it had no more than a hundred people.

But after the baptism of blood and fire, and the constant replenishment of fresh blood, they have now become a business card on the Yichang battlefield.

Now the number of the Lieyan special combat brigade has rapidly expanded to hundreds of people, and they are using the best weapons, giving priority to the supply of ammunition, and they have lived up to expectations, killing the devils to the point of blood again and again.

Jingzhen Mountain, the support point on the outskirts of Yichang, is like a nail nailed there. The little devil has launched more than 20 attacks, but it is still difficult to shake.

The persistence of Yang Ling and Luo Guoqiang's regiment also bought time for the follow-up troops. The troops of several group armies quickly approached, and fought with the devil's reinforcements in the outer circle of Yichang, blood flowed like a river.

In the telescope of Jingyi Tanaka, head of the 13th Division of the Devils, Jingzhen Mountain, a small hill with a horizontal height of less than 800 meters, has turned into a piece of scorched earth, with broken trenches and broken weapon corpses everywhere.

If it weren't for the broken military flag of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade and a blue sky and white sun flag that were still flying, the head of the devil division, Tanaka Jingyi, even doubted whether there were any living things on Jingzhen Mountain.

But it was such a small position. First, the 58th Wing fell into the sand, but now the 104th Wing was unable to attack after four days of attack, which made them lose face.

"Before dark, you must capture Jingzhen Mountain in front, otherwise you will apologize!" The division head ordered to the captain Uoichi Shibata.

"Hi!"

At this moment, the captain of the Devil's 104th Regiment Uoichi Shibata no longer had the high spirits he had before, with a bearded face and a haggard face. Several days of brutal fighting also made him see the bloodiness of the Chinese army for the first time.

The commander of the division, Tanaka Shizuichi, strode away surrounded by a group of officers. After everyone left, Shibata Uoichi slowly raised his head.

He looked at the scorched Jingzhen Mountain with cold eyes, and a cold murderous look appeared on his cheeks.

"Organize a death squad, and I will personally lead the charge!"

Shibata Uoichi knew that only by taking down Jingzhen Mountain could he wash away his shame and save his face, so he decided to lead someone to attack himself.

When the ragged Japanese soldiers were preparing for a desperate fight amidst the howls of officers at all levels.

On the ground of scorched earth and corpses on Jingzhen Mountain, the surviving officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade and the Luo Guoqiang Regiment hid weakly in the anti-gun cave on the anti-slope of Jingzhen Mountain to rest.

At Yang Ling's suggestion, the officers and soldiers dug dozens of anti-blasting holes on the reverse slope of Jingzhen Mountain overnight, and they survived by hiding here for the past four days.

Although the devil's planes and cannons bombed in turn, the surface position of Jingzhen Mountain has been cut down by one meter, but the reason why the devil has always been difficult to take this position.

However, even though there are anti-blasting holes on the reverse slope, the defenders on Jingzhen Mountain still lost more than half of their troops after these few days of bloody battles.

However, these surviving officers and soldiers have also become experienced veterans, who know how to dodge guns, know when to shoot and when to drop bombs, and even become tricky and ruthless in stabbing.

The snipers under Yang Ling's command also grew up quickly in the tempering of actual combat, and the number of devils who died at the hands of snipers in the past few days was beyond count.

The head of the regiment, Luo Guoqiang, hid in the temporary command post in the bomb defense cave, trying to use the telephone switchboard to call the division headquarters. They were out of ammunition and hoped to send some up.

But he called for a long time and there was no response from the phone, so he couldn't help but put down the phone heavily.

"Communication soldier!"

"Have!"

"Go and see if the phone line has been blown up again, hurry up and fix it!"

"Yes!"

These days, the Japanese shelled and bombed from planes constantly, and the telephone line was disconnected more than a dozen times. They were used to it.

"It's okay if you don't have ammunition. The devil might attack again soon." Yang Ling, who was leaning against the mud wall, had a serious face.

The devil's attack became more and more fierce every time. Now that they have run out of ammunition, it may be too late when they are delivered later.

"What can we do then?"

The head of the group, Luo Guoqiang, was also scratching his head anxiously, but they really ran out of ammunition.

"I'll let the brothers go to the battlefield to collect some ammunition from the devil's corpse, let's make do with it," Yang Ling said.

"But my brother has never used the Sanba Dagai before. His hands are raw, and it will affect the battle."

"We'll give you all our ammunition, and our Lie Yan Special Operations Brigade will make the devil's [-] big caps."

"Okay, that's it."

Text Chapter 390 Seven Reinforcements

The battle on Jingzhen Mountain lasted from dawn to dusk, the devil's attacks were suppressed time and time again, and the broken military flag remained standing.

The devils were already going crazy, wishing to blow up the entire Jingzhen Mountain into powder, but facing this tough bone, no matter how they tried, they just couldn't get it off.

In the evening, the devil's plane finally ended the day's bombing, and after dropping the last few aerial bombs unwillingly, it flew towards the distance and disappeared into the twilight.

The Chinese officers and soldiers who were exhausted and limp on the ground wiped their faces blackened by gunpowder and showed their white teeth. They breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing that they had lived another day.