Woohoo!

Mortar shells roared out, crossed the surface of the Yongding River, and landed on the position of Zheng Zeshi's platoon on the bank of the river, the violent explosion made the soil on the position fly, and one by one sandbags rolled down, blocking the trenches, and constantly having human bodies flying, and then the stumps and broken bodies fell one after another, and blood was splashed on people's faces.

Zheng Zeshi held a box cannon in his hand, lying in the trench, dodging the shelling of the devil, and he shouted to the recruits who participated in the battle for the first time around him, "You recruits, remember it for Lao Tzu, the cannonball is coming, don't fucking think about getting up and running, otherwise your turtle son's life will be over." ”

Although the words are coarse, this is the experience he summed up in battle, and it is a precious treasure at the cost of blood and life. The recruits listened intently as they lay in the trenches, letting the shells explode around them and even overhead.

Although it was only a mortar shell, the power of the explosion was not small, and the ears of the soldiers were buzzing with the sound of the explosion, and they could not hear it clearly for the time being, and they stared at the position of the devil opposite, waiting for their charge.

The shelling was followed by a charge, which was a tactic that the Japanese were used to, and it was the case every time, so Zheng Zeshi asked everyone to pay attention to concealment, recuperate and wait for the arrival of the devil.

He was determined to fight the devil to the end this time.

While thinking, Zheng Zeshi commanded the troops to adjust the fortifications and greatly strengthened the defense capability!

Sure enough, after the shelling, the devils rushed up, and under the cover of machine guns, they rushed forward along the old and new bridges of the Lugou Bridge, charging and firing at the same time.

Zheng Zeshi's position was quiet, but the soldiers were already in full array, and they waited for the devil to enter the firing range before they attacked.

Zheng Zeshi held his boxwood cigarette stick in his hand, and while knocking the dirt on his body, he smiled and said, "The little devil of the dog day has finally come up, and it is not in vain that Lao Tzu will carry this punishment." ”

"Platoon commander, shoot, the devil has already been on the bridge!" Now that the war has begun, the soldiers have no scruples, and it is a big deal to be punished with the platoon commander, and the head is just a scar the size of a bowl.

Zheng Zeshi shook his head and said lightly, "Don't worry, let the devil go for a while!" ”

When they got on the bridge, there was still no reaction from the other side, which made those charging devils muttered a little in their hearts, not knowing what unknown things were waiting for them in front of them, so they slowed down and rubbed forward little by little. Walk very cautiously.

Although they slowed down, the devils soon reached the middle of the stone bridge, and when they saw that there was still no ambush, they suddenly became emboldened and rushed forward with a shout.

Zheng Zeshi inserted the boxwood cigarette stick into his waist, then grabbed a Czech light machine gun, pulled the bolt with a bang, and then turned the muzzle of the gun to aim at the devil on the stone bridge, "Hit me!" ”

The sound of machine guns pierced the sky above the river, and the bullets swayed away, flying into the crowd of devils, and in the blink of an eye, a large number fell, and the rest quickly lay down, shooting and crawling forward.

Boom, a grenade flew out, landed on the bridge deck, exploded and blew up a stone lion on the railing of the bridge, and the two devils were blown up and fell into the Yongding River.

"Damn it, who made you throw a grenade, blow up the bridge and collapse you!" Zheng Zeshi was angry and scolded at the soldier who threw the grenade.

The warrior shrunk his neck aggrievedly, and then did not dare to throw the grenade.

The soldiers shot at the devils one after another, and they didn't dare to raise their heads when they were lying on the ground, and they stopped in place for a while and couldn't move forward.

The devil's artillery began to fire again, but it didn't seem that they wanted to damage the Lugou Bridge, and their artillery fire was mainly concentrated on the extended positions on both sides of the old Lugou Bridge, all the way to the Lugou New Iron Bridge, Zheng Zeshi's position.

However, in this way, the impact on Zheng Zeshi's position was much smaller, and only a few people were injured.

A fierce battle ensued between the two sides, and the squadron of the devils divided into several squads, attacking in turn, charging from the old and new bridges in a vain attempt to break through the Chinese army's defenses.

Zheng Zeshi led the crowd to fight hard, they repelled seven attacks of devils in a row, the front of the position was full of devils' corpses, blood stained the bridge decks of the two bridges red, and the river changed color.

The battle began at noon and continued in the evening, and the devil was stunned that he could not cross the bridge and take a step.

When the sun sets, the gunfire slowly stops!

After more than half a day of fierce fighting, both sides were exhausted, so they needed to rest, so they invariably chose a temporary ceasefire and corrected their teams.

Zheng Zeshi didn't care about resting, but walked around the positions with the signal corps, checking the losses and determining how to arrange the defensive positions.

Along the way, Zheng Zeshi found that more than half of the casualties in the team had been killed, and even the platoon deputy had died in the afternoon battle, and only one of the squad leaders was left to fight, and about one-third of the veterans of each squad were left, and the casualties were not small.

Of course, the devils didn't get a bargain, they launched these attacks, and no less than forty or fifty corpses were left behind, and it was Zheng Zeshi who earned it.

Ordered the soldiers to hurry up to clean up the battlefield and get the devil's weapons and ammunition, Zheng Zeshi went to the shelter and dialed the phone.

As soon as the phone was dialed, even Chang Cheng on the other side scolded, and Zheng Zeshi, who was scolding, only shrank his neck and did not say a word of rebuttal.

It was easy to wait for Company Commander Cheng to finish scolding, Zheng Zeshi said with a smile, "Company Commander, you can't blame me for this, the little devil is in a hurry to send him to death, and I can't help but accept it." ”

"You kid is cheap and good, this time you have made a big disaster, the Japanese garrison office in Beiping City has blown up, and there are no less than 20 people at the lighting party in the afternoon, and the content is to condemn the Chinese army for starting a war without authorization and provoking trouble." Cheng Yigong scolded angrily, "It's not that you kid doesn't know Commander Chen's current situation, and you have caused him such a big trouble." ”

"What's the trouble, it's a big deal that the little devil will fight when he comes, I still don't believe that our 92nd Army and 100,000 troops can't beat the little devil." Zheng Zeshi said nonchalantly.

"If only it were that simple, forget it, I don't understand what I told you kid." Company Commander Cheng was choked with anger, this Zheng Zeshi is like this, his mind is fighting, and there is nothing else, "You kid give me more attention, since the war starts, the little devil will definitely not give up, if you lose your position, I can't spare you kid." ”

"Don't worry, company commander, I'll give you my head if I lose my position." Zheng Zeshi's chest slapped with his big hand, and he bowed towards Cheng Yi.

-Smack-!

A terrible gunshot suddenly came, which made Zheng Zeshi, who was answering the phone, stunned, he turned his head to look, and found that there seemed to be a figure shaking on the river between the old and new bridges, and it was coming towards the shore.

"Little Sanzi, get ready to fight!" Zheng Zeshi dropped the phone, stretched out his hand and pulled out the box cannon, and rushed to the front of the fortifications with a loud roar.

The fighters also rushed to the fortifications.

At this time, the waves on the water were rolling, and then a figure appeared, as soon as they came out, their arms were raised, and one grenade after another flew out and flew towards the position arranged by Zheng Zeshi on the shore.

Stationed on this section of the embankment is the third squad, the squad leader is a northeast man, and he is also a member of Zheng Zeshi's command, he carries a light machine gun in his hand, and roars at the soldiers, "Fight, don't let the little devils rush up." ”

Boom, boom, boom, fire burst out on the riverbank position, and the grenades thrown by the devils were very accurate, and they landed on the position of the third squad, and in the violent explosion, the soldiers were blown up on their backs and fell down a lot.

The third squad leader was holding the machine gun and was shooting, when he suddenly felt a pain in his back, and then he lost sensation in his right arm, and he couldn't use his strength anymore, he gritted his teeth and handed the machine gun to his left hand, and pulled the trigger again.

The machine gun spewed tongues of fire, and the rain of bullets swept towards the river.

But the Japanese soldiers were very cunning, they quickly dived into the water after dropping the bombs, and there was no trace of them, so that the soldiers' shots failed, and the next moment they came out again not far from the shore, and the submachine guns in their hands fired again and again, and then swooped down on the river bank with vigor.

The position of the third squad soon fell, and the remaining five or six fighters fell under the guns of this gang of devils in the blink of an eye.

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