Chapter Seven: Man Jianghong (Four Upper)

Han Jinjin's judgment was not accurate, under the cover of artillery fire, the direction of impact chosen by the little devils was not the second company, but the combination of the positions of the first battalion and the first company and the second company. These crazy devil soldiers have a lot of experience on the battlefield, and just by relying on the short shooting just now, they found that the center of the defender's position was more than 50 meters to the right, and the firepower was far less powerful than the front. If you press all the remaining forces together, you will definitely be able to break through a breakthrough.

The total number of devil soldiers in most of the squadron is already on par with that of the second company. Almost as soon as the gunfire stopped, he threw himself into the trench and became entangled with the brethren of the nearby secret service. The narrow trench restricts the organization and cooperation of the offensive and defensive sides. In many places, a devil faced a secret service brother, and no one else could come forward to help. And at this moment, the brothers of the secret service group are far less trained than the slanted brothers when they attacked the devil's artillery position. Many of the recruits didn't even have time to memorize the techniques of the broadsword, and many more had never learned the knife technique at all. When shooting at each other with rifles at a certain distance with the devils, these recruits barely had the courage to pull the trigger under the supervision and leadership of the veterans. The defect that really needs to fight face-to-face with the little devil and the lack of training immediately leaked out.

"Don't panic, back to back. Say hello to the little devil's chest! The company commander Liao Wenhua shouted, trying to use the shouting to raise the morale of his side. Helplessly, in terms of psychological quality and combat skills, the recruits of the special service group are far from the little devils, and they often can't hold on to a round, and they are stabbed through by the devil's bayonets.

"Mother——! A sixteen- or seventeen-year-old recruit screamed and reached for a wound on his stomach. The red blood flowed down his fingers, quickly soaking through the military uniform that he had just worn for a few days. He struggled desperately, and put his other hand on it, the blood still spurting wildly. The little devil kicked him down with his foot and stomped on his shoulder to pounce on the next target, a young man in his twenties, broad shoulders and a broad back, with a large knife swinging like a windmill on his chest, barely leaving any space to catch.

Dealing with this kind of unskilled swinging, the little devil is very good at it. First, a false stab stabbed the sight of the big man, and then took advantage of the moment when the opponent parried and pulled the rifle back, and slashed up from the diagonal bottom. "Ahh The little devil took a step back to dodge, followed by another shot, stabbing the big man in the back and stabbing him to the heart.

The third Chinese soldier turned and fled, but in a panic he could not climb to the edge of the trench and could only run in the direction of the trench. Suddenly, he bumped into the back of a veteran who was fighting with the little devil, knocking the latter into the weight of gravity and staggering forward. The two devils looked at each other and quickly formed a cooperation. One after the other, the veterans who fought hard and the new recruits who fled for their lives were stabbed to death in the trenches.

The position of the second company soon became a rotten sieve, and the recruits were scurrying around like headless flies. The veterans fought on their own and were divided into more than a dozen sections by the little devils. They are in a state of being attacked almost in every section, dealing with the devil while preventing their own people from dragging their feet. The company commander Liao Wenhua tried several times to organize a third platoon as a reserve to counterattack, but was blocked by more than a dozen little devils with bayonets, paid a huge price, and failed to move forward. had to shrink their forces and wait for reinforcements. The little devils took the opportunity to expand the results of the battle, and stabbed the veterans of the divided and surrounded special service group to death in the trenches one after another.

The situation on the side of the first company was slightly better, Shi Liangcai took the lead in hacking and killing several devils, barely keeping the position intact, but due to the width of the trenches, he couldn't send anyone to support the second company for a while.

In contrast, Zhang Songling's location is the least stressful area. I don't know if it was to avoid shooting blind spots, or because of the lack of art skills, when the head of Lao Gou originally designed the shape of the trench, he drew the double ring line convex and uneven. Some lots protrude forward, while others shrink dramatically. The location of Zhang Songling and the second platoon happened to be one of several back concave trenches. The leader of the devil squadron, Inohan Saburo, concentrated his limited forces on the combination of the first and second companies, and there were only six devil soldiers on Zhang Songling's side. Three of them jumped from the side of Feng Bao, the deputy of the second row, with their companions. The other three jumped exactly five meters away from Zhang Songling, separated from him by three brothers from the secret service group.

Two of the three Secret Service brothers were recruits. Standing behind the veteran with a big knife, he didn't know how to help in such a narrow area. And the cooperation of the little devils is much more skilled than that of the secret service group. A few oblique stabs in mid-air, forcing a foothold for itself. The two Devil Soldiers then attacked back to back, and the third was half-sideways with them, ready to provide support to one of them.

"Get out of the way! I got it! Seeing that the two recruits in front of him only had the ability to get in the way, Zhang Songling shouted angrily in a low voice. The two recruits each jumped half a step away as if they had been amnestied, but they didn't leave enough room for Zhang Songling to move forward at all, and the devil soldier who was far away from Zhang Songling's direction had already succeeded, and with a neat stab, he put Wang Xizi, the third squad leader who was blocking his way, to the ground. Then another straight stab stabbed the other recruit who couldn't dodge.

Hearing the screams from behind, the two recruits who were blocking in front of Zhang Songling became even more nervous, and one of them actually squatted down, holding his head with both hands and crying. The other was in a slightly better condition, trembling with his thighs, neither forward nor backward, like a stake, holding the trench solid.

"Squat, you shit!" Zhang Songling was so angry that he knocked an elbow on the recruit's neck and knocked him down. Immediately, he held the knife in one hand, and pulled out the box cannon with the other hand, and shot at the little devil who was closest to him.

"Ping!" The bullet grazed the ear of the veteran who was desperately fighting with the little devil, and hit the little devil's face, knocking the person to the brain. Red and white, mixed together, instantly splashed the veteran's face. "Squat!" Before the veteran could recover from his astonishment, Zhang Songling had already pounced behind him, his arm reached over his neck, and he opened fire on the other little devil who was rushing over with a bayonet in his hand.

At such a close distance, the muzzle of the gun was almost on the helmet of the little devil. "Ping!" A dull gunshot rang out, and the devil soldiers were knocked upside down and flew out, their neck bones broken, and they vomited blood and died. The third little devil soldier was killing Xing's head, and suddenly felt that the situation behind him didn't seem to be good, so he quickly turned his head sideways to see what happened. "Ping!" Another gunshot rang out, and Han Jinjin, who was ordered to supervise the battle, stuck to Zhang Songling's side and fired, digging a bloody hole in the devil's shoulder blade. "Yaga!" The little devil was so painful that he dropped the 38 big lid and used his other hand to dig out the 48 petals on his waist. Zhang Songling was unwilling to give him a chance to die with him, the big knife flew out of his hand, cut off the devil's arm and the grenade that did not unscrew the safety cover, and fell to the ground bloodily.

"Ping!" Han Jinjin fired another shot first, killing the little devil with both arms gone. Then he smiled at Zhang Songling flatteringly, opened his throat and shouted, "The company commander said, you can't use a big knife, squat down quickly." If you have a box cannon in your hand, just greet you with a box cannon, don't tell the little devil about fairness or unfairness! ”

"I can't squat down with a knife. Get out of the way! Zhang Songling's heart immediately flashed with a spiritual light, and then Han Jinjin's words commanded loudly. The recruits standing between him and the other group of devils were stunned, and instinctively chose to obey the order. Several veterans who were originally subordinate to the special service group suddenly came to their senses, pulled out the box cannon from their waists, and put it close to Feng Bao's ear and caught fire.

The little devil who fought against Feng Bao didn't expect the Chinese soldiers to dare to shoot cold guns when fighting bayonets, covering their chests that had been shot like a sieve and stumbling back, with a face full of disbelief. "Die!" Feng Bao swept away half of the person's head with one knife, and slapped it away with another knife, clearing his sight. Immediately, he split Huashan with a force, and split a devil who had just rushed forward to fill the position, and even a person with a gun split it into two pieces.

The last devil on the second row immediately became everyone's punching bag. A veteran came from the front, forming a two-on-one with Feng Bao behind him. "Onboard!" The devil soldier screamed in despair and rushed towards the veteran with all his strength. Feng Bao caught up from behind and first chopped off two of his thighs with a knife. Then another knife cut the remaining half of the body into two parts.

Lao Feng stayed with the recruits and blocked the front of the battlefield with grenadiers and rifles. Don't let the other little devils take advantage of the opportunity to rush up! Zhang Songling stepped on the corpse of the devil and rushed around, "Others, follow me to support Lao Liao." If you can use a box gun, you can use a box gun, if you can't do it, you can play with the devil again! ”

This time, no one questioned his orders as a young company commander. In just half an hour after the start of the war, everyone was already convinced by this young company commander who was usually like a nerd. Han Jinjin carried Zhang Songling's barge gun, and the fox pretended to complete the order. The second deputy Jia Lao and the second squad leader Xu Fuba pulled out the box cannon, rushed forward sideways against the trench, and opened the way for everyone.

"Don't use the three-eight big gay, that thing shoots two eyes!" Thanks to Zhang Songling, he added in time, otherwise, a few veterans who were drawn from the brother army and did not have box guns in their hands would definitely use three or eight guns to provide long-distance support to Liao Wenhua's side.

Hearing the words of the company commander, regardless of whether he was true or not, the veterans obediently dropped their three or eight guns and raised their swords again. "Kill the little devil!" Zhang Songling shouted proudly, and with seven or eight veterans, he turned around the crooked part of the trench and quickly moved closer to the location of Liao Wenhua.

In just a few minutes, Liao Wenhua's side is already in danger. Many recruits died under bayonets without even seeing the appearance of devils clearly. Although the veterans in the team relied on the big knives in their hands, they cut down more than two dozen little devils. But it has also paid a very heavy price. More than thirty people were badly wounded and rolled and struggled in the narrow trenches. There were also a few veterans who were negligent, and they were knocked out of grenades by the seriously injured little devils, and they pulled each other to the end of their lives together.

The experienced devil soldiers quickly expanded their victory. Under the command of a squad leader, they approached each other, slaughtered the Chinese soldiers who had been divided, and brought several groups together to hold a small section of the trench. Then it expanded outward from the left and right sections of the trench, pulling in more little devils to enrich his strength. Devour more Chinese soldiers and wear down the fighting power and morale of the defenders.

As soon as Zhang Songling and the others turned the corner, their way was blocked by several recruits. Those recruits originally wanted to bypass the bend to temporarily avoid the devil's edge, but they were unexpectedly blocked by the deputy company commander. Shy and afraid, his face was flushed, and he turned around and ran back with a large blade.

"Where's your platoon leader!" It's all at this time, how can Zhang Songling have the strength to deal with a few recruits. Pushed away Chang Jia Lao Er and Xu Fuba, and strode to catch up with the recruits, "Don't run around, hurry up and make way for me." What about your platoon commander, where is he?! ”

"Platoon commander, platoon commander was stabbed to death by a little devil!" Hearing that Company Commander Zhang didn't mean to take the military law of the whole group, the recruits pressed their faces against the trench wall, opened a gap in their bodies, and responded in tears.

The leader of the platoon is called Liu Dafa, and this morning he asked him to take him to visit the best kiln in Taiyuan City! Zhang Songling's eyes darkened, and he was quickly ignited by hatred again, "Little devil, grandpa is here, don't hide!" ”

He wanted Liao Wenhua to know that he had rushed over to support, but he didn't want the other party to lose face, so he had to use this compromise method. The veteran soldier Han Jinjin comprehended, and led the rest of the veterans to shout in unison, "Little devil, there is a kind of running here, grandpa is waiting for you with a big knife!" ”

The voices of seven or eight people were not high, and they gathered in one place, but they lifted the spirits of the brothers who were already in a bitter battle. The devil soldiers, who had successfully controlled the trench of nearly twenty meters, apparently also discovered that a fresh force had arrived. Immediately reinforcing the expansion on the right side, and two more groups were divided from the ranks, which, together with the one at the very edge, came forward along the trenches, ready to strike a blow to the Chinese soldiers who had come to reinforce them.

The recruits of the Special Service Corps who were caught between the two teams were immediately attacked, and there was no room to dodge at all. The devil soldiers strode forward while stabbing and never leaving a single living Chinese soldier on the way. Some timid recruits couldn't hold on anymore, turned around, and fled to Zhang Songling's side. But there were so many people trying to flee for their lives at the same time, and they were crowded into narrow trenches, blocking the roads of both sides of the enemy.

"Yaga!" Cao Chang, the devil who led the team, was furious, and with one shot, he picked up the Chinese soldiers who were blocking in front of him and threw them outside the trench. The other little devils followed suit, sneering contemptuously, and cooperating with each other, clearing the trenches with bayonets of all obstacles, both living and dead.

Before they could last half a minute, their sneers were interrupted by a violent sound of box cannons. Zhang Songling couldn't stand the little devils killing his brothers in front of his eyes, although the behavior of these recruits was very humiliating to him. Jumping on a grenade box, condescendingly probing through the box cannon, the back of the hand up and the palm down, towards the devil team is a round of sweep.

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" At least three devil soldiers were hit by bullets and fell limply with their hands on their chests. Two other recruits from the Special Service Corps were hit by bullets, splattered with blood on their shoulders, and crouched on the ground screaming. "Squat all for me, squat!"

The second deputy Jia of the first class squeezed forward against Zhang Songling's body, stepped on the edge of the grenade box with one foot, and shouted loudly while firing at the little devil. The recruits were frightened, covering their ears and curling up. Zhang Songling and Jia Lao Er were empty, pulled the trigger, and used up all the remaining bullets in the box gun. Then drop the box cannon, turn your body sideways, jump up, step on any shoulders and heads you encounter along the way, and pounce on the few remaining devils!

Thanks to the narrowness of the trenches, Cao Chang, the devil who led the team, and the three devils in the first group were directly beaten into a hornet's nest. The second group of devils was killed and wounded on the spot, and the remaining intact one was stunned with a bayonet. Zhang Songling stepped on the shoulders of the last Chinese soldier and pounced on him in the air, "Die!" With a loud shout, the little devil was stabbed in the chest, and the ribs, sternum and belly were cut one after another, and the five organs and six organs rolled out at the same time, and he died immediately.

The two devils behind him stepped forward and raised their guns, huddled together and stabbed Zhang Songling up and down. The second deputy Jia of the first class used a big knife to block one that stabbed him in the upper body for Zhang Songling, and Zhang Songling blocked the other one himself. Immediately, he grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands and slashed it diagonally from the bottom to the top. The little devil's arm could not bear and had to raise the bayonet. Zhang Songling continued to exert his force violently, and pushed forward with the rifle with the blade of the devil. The little devil who matched him was pushed back and staggered, completely frustrating the third devil's sneak attack plan. The second squad leader, Xu Fuba, also stepped on the shoulders of the recruits and jumped forward, and shot the injured little devil first. Then the box cannon quickly probed Jia Laoer's shoulder and fired a shot at the devil's head. Then he left Jia Laoer, who was covered with blood on his face, and turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed at the ghost soldiers who were pushed backwards by Zhang Songling.

Afraid of accidentally injuring his own company commander, he didn't dare to pull the trigger. Jia Lao Er wiped the blood on his face, squeezed forward, squeezed through the narrow gap between Xu Laofu'er and the trench, and stabbed the devil in the middle of his two thighs from the side.

"Ahh The severe pain of being castrated made the little devil who was right with Zhang Songling jump up and screamed again and again. Zhang Songling slashed over again and swept away his eunuch's head. Then he slashed his knife with both hands and rushed towards the last devil soldier standing in front of him.

The devil soldier knew that he could not block the combined attack of the three Chinese soldiers, so he threw the 38 shots with the bayonet in front of Zhang Songling's eyes, and then took advantage of Zhang Songling's return knife to block the rifle, quickly pulled out two 48 petals from his waist, twisted the safety cover with a cruel smile, knocked it down, and rushed towards the stunned Chinese soldiers in front of him with open arms.

"Ping!" Jia Lao Er fired a shot with instinct and exploded the little devil's head. Immediately, he pushed Zhang Songling away, pounced forward, and covered the body of the little devil and two grenades with his body. "Stand back!" Raising his head, he shouted with his back to Zhang Songling, and there was no remorse in his eyes.

"Boom!" Rumble! Two violent explosions sounded in the trenches, and Xu Fuba opened his arms to block Zhang Songling and others in retreat, Jia Laoer's broken body and all the shrednel that flew towards his robe.

Neither of them had read a book, nor did they have serious names. But the two of them, together with countless nameless Chinese soldiers in this era, have held up a sky without gunpowder for the broken mountains and rivers behind them and for the brothers and sisters behind them.

I have made no promises, but as long as I live, I will not let the enemy harm you.

Because I'm a soldier!

I will always be a soldier!