The Japanese army crossed the river this time no longer in a neat queue, but lowered their bodies and used the wooden platoon as a cover, and when they advanced the team to the river, they used the machine guns that followed behind the wooden platoon to shoot at Zhao Zhi and them across the river. The intention was to suppress Zhao Zhi's firepower so as to cover the crossing of the river. Japanese mortars and grenadiers bombarded Zhao Zhi's riverbank positions together, providing heavy fire support for the Japanese troops crossing the river. The unprepared routers were knocked down by Japanese machine guns and flying shrapnel, rolled down into the trenches, covered their faces and screamed, and were dragged away by Lang Zhong and others.

"Dog, send a signal" Zhao Zhi used a telescope to observe the machine-gun position on the other side of the river. Zhao Zhi still had his back hand, and when the shelling stopped, Ledo's only British tank was found by Edward and drove to a place 500 meters behind the river bank and hidden. This was used by Zhao Zhi to deal with the heavy firepower of the Japanese army, Zhao Zhi only had 4 machine guns, and he could not hold the river bank at all.

The appearance of the tank made the Japanese panic, they did not know that the defenders on this side of the river actually had a tank, although there was only one lonely, but the powerful power of the tank made it a mobile battery. The tankmen and artillerymen that Edward had found were not covered, and a clatter of shells smashed across the river, sending a few clouds of smoke up from the trees opposite, followed by a deafening explosion. It was a mortar position and grenadier position of the Japanese army, which was probably hit by a tank shell and caused a martyrdom. After the mortars were fired, the tank focused its attention on the machine guns behind the Japanese wooden platoon, and another shell smashed over, and the Japanese machine guns were honest. The stubborn Japanese threw down wooden platoons, corpses, and machine guns that had been turned into gun parts, and retreated back into the woods.

As the sky grew darker, the surviving soldiers followed the example of dogs, chopping branches and thatch, and inserting them in their uniforms and steel helmets, in case the flares of the night would expose them. All the people received Zhao Zhi's order not to light a fire in the position, which meant that everyone had to eat cold canned food and compressed biscuits again. Zhao Zhi also had flares on his side, and from time to time he would shoot a few rounds to prevent the Japanese army from forcibly crossing the river at night.

Zhao Zhi sat in a corner of the trench with a steel helmet under his buttocks, holding a spoon he didn't know where he got it, and was struggling with a box of cans. Xiucai stumbled over, "Huang Mao just received a telegram that the new 38th Division will not arrive tomorrow morning, they are blocked by a river 50 miles away, it will take a day to cross the river, and they can get here the day after tomorrow."

Damn, Zhao Zhi threw the can in his hand to a soldier next to him, and returned to the town with Gouzi and Xiucai. "The 38th Division is still 50 miles away, they are blocked by a river, here" When Edward saw Zhao Zhi, he hurriedly pointed to the current location of the 38th Division on the map. "I heard that the military headquarters of the New First Army sent an operational staff officer to the 38th Division, it seems to be your old acquaintance--- Zhao Yuanzhi" Edward seemed to inadvertently say something to Zhao Zhi.

"Damn, it's this guy doing a ghost again" Zhao Zhi angrily threw the steel helmet in his hand on the ground. It's all like this, this Zhao Yuanzhi is still playing the game of seeing death and not saving him, this must be Zhao Yuanzhi's intention, deliberately delaying the speed of the 38th Division, so that Zhao Zhi's life will be lost in the hands of the Japanese army. "Send a telegram to the headquarters, and say that the new 38th Division is required to change its route and march along the railway line from Ledo to Lamgar, and it can reach Ledo by tomorrow morning at the latest" Zhao Zhi found the railway line from Ledo to Lamgar on the map, and excitedly shouted that Edward hurried to send a report.

Damn, isn't it just another day, it's not a big deal. Zhao Zhi picked up the steel helmet on the ground, kicked open the door, and returned to the riverside position with the dog and Xiucai, tonight, he was going to stay here. Sure enough, as Zhao Zhi expected, the Japanese army really wanted to sneak attack and cross the river in the middle of the night. Hundreds of Japanese soldiers quietly approached the river with wooden platoons, but they didn't want to be heard by the people on Zhao Zhi's side, and a flare hit in the air, the Japanese army was exposed, and Zhao Zhi and them were across the river and hit them as live targets for a while, and the Japanese army retreated.

The three river crossings were frustrated, and the Japanese began to be annoyed and angry, and resumed shelling. This time, not only did they shell the riverbank positions, but they also began to bombard Ledo. The night sky was tinted yellow by the light of the explosion, and everyone huddled in what they thought was safe, motionless as if they were dead. Only the occasional glance in the head or eyes still means that they are alive.

Until dawn, the Japanese army did not cross the river again, and it is estimated that the commander of the Japanese army was not willing to make such a useless sacrifice again. The rotten people who were still alive in the trenches hastily gathered the bodies of their comrades who had been killed, and dug the trenches and anti-artillery holes deeper and more hidden with sapper shovels until they thought they could protect themselves from Japanese fire.

Zhao Zhi lay on the trench, observing the other side with a blank face, the disappearance of the Japanese army made Zhao Zhi very uncomfortable, and he always felt that something was going to happen. "Don't look for it, the dog may have drilled into the forest, if it wasn't for a different place to cross the river," Uncle Guo threw Zhao Zhigen a cigarette and said quietly beside him. In last night's shelling, Uncle Guo's riflemen lost 6, and Zhao Zhi lost a total of 16 people. "Damn, when I first came out of the column, there were still 200 people, and this time it will become 100" Zhao Zhi grumbled, smoking on his stomach. "Okay, it's not a loss if you're dead, we'll kill at least 200 little devils by the river" Uncle Guo's way of consolation is to see if it's worth it.

Just when everyone relaxed their vigilance, there was another sound of shells in mid-air, "Shelling, shelling, drilling, drilling, drilling" The old cannon shouted loudly and drilled into the anti-artillery hole first. A few shells fell around the trenches, but no explosions were heard, and the old cannon drilled out of the hole to look at the white smoke coming out of the shells, and shouted loudly "Smoke bombs, smoke bombs, dogs are going to cross the river, solid defense, solid defense"

Zhao Zhi stared at the shells, the white smoke coming out of those things became more and more, and then the wind blowing in the morning had covered a section of the trench. Suddenly, Zhao Zhi found that two elites in the smoke-covered trench knelt down, coughed, and began to rub their eyes desperately with their hands. Next to them, a rifleman slipped down the trench and flew back. He couldn't even see the road clearly, and fell into a bomb hole.

"Damn" Zhao Zhi desperately shouted at the top of his throat "Poison gas, it's poison gas" Zhao Zhi took out a gas mask from the leather bag on his waist and put it on, shouting along the trench "Those who have gas masks stay, those who don't retreat to the woods behind, quick, fast" The smoke like a substance was about to move to Zhao Zhi's side, and he kept kicking and beating the guys with tears and snot on his face, driving them out of the trench one by one.

Uncle Guo snatched the mask in Zhao Zhi's hand and put it on for him, muffling his shouts in the mask. Then they looked at the wall of smoke that had moved past the edge of the pit, and it was heavy over the air and flowed slowly into the pit like water. "Come up, the devil is up" The dog wearing a gas mask patted Zhao Zhi's shoulder and pointed to the other side of the river. The Japanese soldiers, who were also wearing gas masks, had already rushed to the river with wooden rafts, ready to release the rafts into the water.

A pull through the old cannon that had just been drilled out of the anti-artillery hole, Zhao Zhiwen shouted angrily, "Bring your grenadier and dry the guy on the wooden platoon into the river for me" The old cannon only has one grenadier, even if it keeps firing, it can't block such a long riverbank. Except for a little panic when the Japanese army was bombarded at first, it has gradually stabilized now. There were already two wooden platoons on this side of the river, and the Japanese soldiers on the wooden platoons were jumping onto the river bank from the wooden platoons, and the form suddenly became unfavorable to Zhao Zhi and them.