Zhao Zhi lay in the trench in pain, and the Japanese army began to shell again, although the hit was not very accurate, but the smoke and air waves of the explosion were still very shocking. The people who were mobilized to dig the trench dug a trench diagonally along the river bank, and the trench was so shallow that it was estimated that even Uncle Guo could still show half of his head if he squatted down. Zhao Zhi, who couldn't cry or laugh, had to ask someone to bring a large number of cans and cigarettes, and directly rewarded the cans and cigarettes to those standard guys dug in the trenches. Under Zhao Zhi's repeated stimulation, before dark, Zhao Zhi finally had a barely qualified trench.

Uncle Guo took the rout soldiers who had just been brought in to dig out the artillery holes with sapper shovels, Zhao Zhi didn't want to be blown up in the trenches, but fortunately, the soil quality in this area was okay. Standing in the trenches with his hands behind his back and scolding the defeated soldiers, he is like a landlord who is very old and can't squeeze out the last bit of physical strength of the long-term workers.

Zhao Zhi looked at the woods and high ground across the river with a telescope, and there was no movement or trace of the Japanese army. Damn, Zhao Zhi scolded secretly, the Japanese army has no sign of crossing the river, so why did they shoot so accurately, they could hit Leduo. It's not good, Zhao Zhi was shocked, and hurriedly called Xiucai and Changmao. "You two hurry back, bring some people to watch our things, Xiucai will contact Huangmao and them when he goes back, and say that Leduo has Japanese spies, let them check quickly"

Looking at Xiucai and Long Hair, who left in a hurry, Uncle Guo slipped over with the group of strong laborers who left him, "What's wrong?" Zhao Zhi pulled Uncle Guo to squat in a corner where no one was around, and whispered, "I guess there are Japanese spies in Ledo Town, or their artillery is so accurate, I will let Xiucai and Changmao go back to look at our warehouse."

It's already night. The shells still explode on this lifeless and barren position, and they do not simply explode on the ground, but in the air, in a delayed manner, and in the ground they run on their killing trajectories in a variety of ways.

Throughout the night, the Japanese army was like an exhibition, shooting all the guns of various calibers that they had stolen from the British army, and the Japanese soldiers, who had a large number of shells, did not hesitate to release their weapons of mass destruction. They had been firing flares with mortars, which had been hovering in the air for a long time, shining on large areas of land on both sides of the river, and it seemed that there were no living people on either side of the river.

All the people in the trenches held their guns and huddled in the anti-artillery holes, not daring to move, for fear that the shells would blow themselves up. Not knowing when the Japanese army would cross the river, Zhao Zhi had to take his men to guard in the trenches, guarding against the possibility of the Japanese army crossing the river. The town of Ledo was handed over to Edward and 100 foreign soldiers, who needed to find the Japanese spies that Zhao Zhi needed.

At dawn, the Japanese army was finally about to cross the river, and after two days of preparation, the wooden rafts used by the Japanese army to cross the river were obviously much more exquisitely made. The soldier in charge of observing the riverbank blew the bamboo whistle, and the sound of the bamboo whistle like a birdsong woke up Zhao Zhi and most of the people who were asleep.

On the other side of the river, there were dense Japanese troops, they lined up in a ridiculous formation, holding wooden rafts for crossing the river, and they were a group of soldiers who were attacking the city in ancient times. Under the command knife waved by an officer, the Japanese soldiers rushed to the river with a wooden platoon in unison. Zhao Zhi ran in the trench with his waist bent, and kept shouting in a low voice, "Don't shoot, don't shoot first, listen to the order, wait for the order to shoot again" The trench that deepened and widened for a day and night was enough for Zhao Zhi to run inside.

The Japanese army had no scruples about putting down the wooden rafts by the river, connecting the wooden rafts, and the fast-handed Japanese soldiers had already rowed down the river with the wooden rafts, and were struggling to row to the opposite bank. Zhao Zhi's hand holding the gun began to sweat, making his palm slippery, "Bah" When the foot of the first Japanese soldier just stepped on the riverbank, Zhao Zhi finally shot first.

The routs who had just been brought in were completely instinctive and could not aim, and when they went from letting go of two or three shots to rolling down a Japanese soldier, it took several people to shoot a dozen shots before rolling down a Japanese soldier, Zhao Zhi had no choice but to let Uncle Guo's riflemen go to support them. After letting go of a few rows of guns, I don't know how many Japanese soldiers who crossed the river fell, perhaps because of the psychological effect, the defeated soldiers began to throw grenades, and the explosion of grenades falling in the river sounded muffled, and as soon as two batches were thrown, the Japanese grenadiers on the other side of the river smashed over.

The grenades of the Japanese grenadiers hit very accurately, and several of the routed soldiers were thrown high into pieces. After a few rounds of bombardment, the rout finally got tired of it and began to disperse, and they threw away their guns, climbed out of the trenches, and ran in the direction of Ledo. Zhao Zhi didn't speak with a cold face, but just waved his hand downward, and the machine gun in the trench rang out. In the sound of gunfire, more than a dozen rout soldiers who climbed out of the trench were shot and fell to the ground, Zhao Zhi turned his head to look at the others, and just shouted two words in his mouth, "Solid defense, solid defense" Zhao Zhi's cold blood frightened the routs, and they all honestly lay in the trenches, with their guns aimed at the other side of the river.

The smoke cleared, and the Japanese army, which had been ravaged by Zhao Zhi with the machine gun he had been hiding, retreated into the woods. On both sides of the river, the dead were caught among the living, and the living were lying on their stomachs among the dead. Zhao Zhigang and Zhang Luolai's more than 100 routs only had this round of solid defense, and there were less than 60 people left, and the elites and doglegs were fine, only a few were killed and a dozen wounded.

There was no time to count the corpses left by the Japanese soldiers, and the veterans were already pouting in the scorched earth looking for scattered bullets and grenades, searching for wounded comrades. Carrying a brand-new first-aid kit on his back, Lang Zhong was busy running in the trenches, stopping from time to time to bandage the wounded soldiers. Zhao Zhi kicked over a few boxes containing canned food, and snorted at the dog, "Distribute it to everyone, save some food, it's still early."

Zhao Zhi found a nearby pit and lay down, resting his muscles and bones that were about to fall apart. The so-called reinforcements of the new 38th Division do not know when they will arrive, and Zhao Zhi now only relies on the more than 100 defeated soldiers by the river and the hundreds of foreign soldiers in the town who have not been withdrawn.

The other veterans' thoughts were the same as Zhao Zhi's, and they gradually scattered around the trenches, lying and leaning in their own comfortable postures. Uncle Guo and Lao Pao squeezed to Zhao Zhi's side at the same time, squeezing Zhao Zhi to the edge of the anti-artillery hole. Zhao Zhi had no choice but to crawl out of the anti-artillery hole, leaned diagonally in the trench, and looked at the stinky uncle and the old artillery.

The contempt on Zhao Zhi's face was seen by the old cannon, and the old cannon muttered as he took out a bullet from his pocket and threw it at Zhao Zhi. "When" Zhao Zhi, who didn't lift it, was smashed on the steel helmet by the bullet of the old cannon, and the guys in the trenches raised their guns one after another and looked at the other side.

"Little white face, do we have to explain here this time, right?" The old cannon crawled towards Zhao Zhi, and he wanted to pick up the bullet. Zhao Zhi, who did not answer, squinted at Uncle Guo in the anti-artillery hole, he leaned against the scorched earth with his eyes closed, and touched the pistol on his waist and the rifle on his lap, so that he could lie down steadily.

The Japanese troops on the other side never crossed the river or shelled again, and Zhao Zhi could see the Japanese troops in the woods in the telescope, but they just didn't attack. The unobstructed riverbank exposed Zhao Zhi and them in the trenches to the scorching sun, and there was always the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes in the air, and the stench was steaming in the air, but fortunately, everyone's sense of smell was somewhat numb. Zhao Zhi, who was waiting for the Japanese army to cross the river again, only put a few observation posts in the trenches, and most of the people slept in the anti-artillery holes, waiting for enough energy to prepare for the sneak attack of the Japanese army at night.

In the afternoon, the Japanese began shelling again, and the rumbling shelling never stopped. The cold guns of the Japanese army are also becoming more and more dense, but fortunately, the guys at the observation post are very secretive, and they are very careful to lie down. The Japanese army's indiscriminate bombardment, the ammunition spent was probably the sum of several previous firepower preparations, Zhao Zhi and the others were shocked down, and the smoke and dust rising from the top of their heads completely covered the people in the trenches. The smoke and dust made the clear sky above him seem to be in the depths of twilight, and the old cannon was probably hit by a blasting stone, and a bloody brain appeared in Zhao Zhi's field of vision.

"It's a real game of dogs, this cannon thief pulls the scorpion tiger" The old cannon spoke, tearing open a first-aid kit indiscriminately, wrapping gauze around his head, and the untied gauze head fluttered in the wind like a flag. "Guys, it's time to eat, it's served, don't be polite to Lao Tzu" Uncle Guo, who was still recuperating with his eyes closed, suddenly became interested, shouted and drilled out of the anti-artillery hole, and lay on the trench with his rifle.

The defeated soldiers drilled out of the trenches with their guns and lay on the trenches like Uncle Guo, waiting for the Japanese army to cross the river.