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

When Yang Ling and the others were about to detour around the bamboo forest, people suddenly emerged from a ditch full of weeds. This frightened them a lot. They thought they had been ambushed by devil soldiers, and there was a loud sound of pulling the bolt of the gun.

When the muzzle was raised to see the person coming out of the ditch clearly, Yang Ling lowered the muzzle again, because it was none other than Qin Shou who had been smeared by the gunpowder smoke.

In addition to Qin Shou, a few more people came out one after another, and one of them was still carrying the radio station assigned to the old smokers.

Seeing Qin Shou's distressed appearance, Yang Ling frowned, his heart sank, and he walked over in three steps at a time.

"Company Commander Qin, did you exchange fire with the devil? Where are the others?"

Before Yang Ling could finish his words, Qin Shou, an old man, burst into tears.

Seeing Qin Shou crying, Yang Ling and the others were also stunned. They turned to the other brothers who were in distress and asked, "What's going on?"

A soldier with a sad face replied: "We were attacked by devils in the village last night, and the others...the others didn't escape..." After speaking, he lowered his head.

"You guys just came here, you're dead, you're all dead—" Qin Shou cried heart-rendingly, choking hard, as if he had found a vent.

Old Smoker clenched his fists tightly, his face was full of murderous looks, and the others were also furious, gritting their teeth and cursing the little devil sent by heaven.

Those who died were their brothers and the people who gave them food, and they were never seen again in just one night. How could it not make people angry and sad.

Yang Ling was also in a heavy heart. If they hadn't killed the devil's lieutenant general, he might not have suffered such crazy revenge from the devil, and the people of Qianjia Village would not have been affected, but it was too late now.

Qin Shou's hoarse crying made him a little upset, suppressing his anger towards the devil, he turned his head and shouted coldly to Qin Shou, "Don't cry!"

"Cui'er is dead, and my brothers are also dead—all dead—" Qin Shou was still crying.

"Stand up! Stand up like a man!" Seeing Qin Shou lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, Yang Ling raised his leg and kicked him, trying to wake him up.

Seeing the anger on Yang Ling's face, the old smoker hurried over and knelt down to comfort Qin Shou and said, "I said, Company Commander Qin, there is no one who will survive this war. We have come here with strong winds and waves, and there are many dead people. Do you want to open it?" point."

"If you're still a man, cheer me up and take revenge on the devil with a gun! Don't cry like a bitch!"

Yang Ling's words stimulated the heartbroken Qin Shou. He stretched out his sleeve and wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth, picked up the gun and stood up again. He wanted revenge, revenge for the dead Li Cui'er, and revenge for the dead brothers!

Main text Chapter 227 Dragon trapped in the shallows!

Dozens of people and soldiers in Qianjia Village were tortured by devils. The bloody scene seemed to happen right in front of the eyes of the remnants. The remnants clenched their fists tightly, and their dirty faces were full of anger, hatred and murderous intent. Go back and find the little devil to avenge this blood!

Yang Ling could clearly feel the boiling blood in the bones of the remnant soldiers, as well as their bizarre anger, but he knew better that going back now would be like hitting a stone with a pebble, and would only cost these soldiers their lives in vain.

"Brothers! Let me say something!" Yang Ling opened his mouth and attracted everyone's attention.

Looking at the tired, dirty, unshaven faces, he raised his voice: "Brothers!Last night we killed a devil general!Devils are looking for us all over the world now!I wish we could go back and find them, so that they can wipe us out without any effort. Do you think we can be fooled by the devils? "

"Don't be fooled by devils!"

The machine gun company commander Yang Dashu responded to Yang Ling's words, but soon he asked again: "But don't we avenge those dead people and brothers?!"

"This is a blood feud! How can we not report it!" Yang Ling looked around at a group of brothers who were looking at him and said earnestly: "But we only have about [-] people left now. Going back now is like hitting a stone with a pebble, instead of reporting it." Enmity, on the contrary, will be sacrificed in vain. This is exactly what the devils want to see, so we can't let the devils get what they want, we must live first! Live well! As long as we live, we will let the devils ten times in the future! Repay this blood revenge a hundred times!"

"Live first! Only by living can we avenge Tweety and the others!" Company Commander Qin Shou seemed to be a different person after crying a lot, with a strong murderous look in his voice.

The rest of the people also gritted their teeth, chewing on Yang Ling's words over and over again, only by living can they avenge the dead!

Yang Ling's words turned the remnant soldier's momentary anger into the hatred deposited in his heart. He believed that one day, this accumulated blood and deep hatred would explode violently, making the devils pay the blood price for their actions.

The devil's reconnaissance plane showed a ferocious face from the thick clouds, and the loud roar of the engine made the eardrums ache. When the devil's reconnaissance plane was gone, Yang Ling immediately led the remnant soldiers towards Jiangyin County.

Qin Shou and his brothers who broke out from Qianjia Village had only six brothers left, and each of them was wounded. Yang Ling and his team broke down a few when they attacked the devil camp, and now there are only sixteen left. The remaining brother number 22 can be said to have suffered a heavy loss.

As a commander, Yang Ling felt sorry for those brothers who died, but he knew that the blood debt would eventually be recovered by the little devil, and now he hoped to bring these living brothers back.

When they rushed to Jiangyin County, Dashu's ignorant and crazy devils had already laid a net, vowing to pay homage to Lieutenant General Kawadahara who was shot with their blood and heads.

The way Yang Ling and the others retreated was the preset retreat route that the old smokers had used when they attacked the artillery positions of the Dingshan Devils. They chose a deserted path, and they didn't meet the little devils along the way.

"Everyone hold on, let's go forward for about three or four miles, and then cross the river and it will be our own territory." The old smoker panted heavily, holding a bare willow tree, pointing ahead Weedy trails cheer up the weary crowd.

Yang Ling also stopped in his tracks, standing by the side of the road and encouraged: "Brothers! Grit your teeth, let's stick out!"

These remnant soldiers are really exhausted. Ever since they received the order to go to Shanghai to fight the national war, they have been marching in a hurry, fighting fiercely on the battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and then retreating hastily to escape for their lives.

They haven't had any rest for several months, and they have been struggling with life and death all day long. Both their bodies and their spirits have reached the end of their strength. The reason why they have survived until now is because they don't want to die uselessly. With a sigh of relief, they are not reconciled!

Although Fatty Tian San's body was as round as a ball, but he was nimble and light. He was carrying a [-] cap and rushed back along the path with two scouting soldiers sent out.

"Brother Yang, we're in trouble. The devils set up traffic jams at the intersection ahead." Fatty Tian San hadn't rushed to Yang Ling when his loud voice came one step ahead.

When the fat man came close, Yang Ling asked carefully, "What's the situation?"

"The devils set up road cards about three miles ahead, and there seems to be a large number of devils to the left, but the number cannot be seen clearly from a distance."

"Can you go around from the right?" Yang Ling asked with a frown.

Fatty Tian San replied: "The right side is an open field. If you go around, it will become a living target for devils."

Hearing this, everyone's hearts began to sink, and they began to discuss in low voices. Now there are wolves in front and tigers in back. If they can't make a decision early, they will all have to be reimbursed when the devils behind catch up.

Yang Ling remained calm, and his face became serious: "How many devil soldiers are there in Luka?"

Fatty Tian San stretched out his finger to compare: "I guess there are twenty or thirty of them, with two light machine guns on them."

Twenty or thirty would be two devil squads. Qin Shou approached Yang Ling and said, "Battle Commander, do you want me to take a few brothers to charge?"

Qin Shou used to be greedy for life and afraid of death, and would run away whenever he encountered any danger, but now he suddenly changed into a different person and became brave.

Yang Ling shook his head and rejected Qin Shou's suggestion: "There are only [-] or [-] devils, and just a few brothers will only die in vain if they charge up."

"Then what should we do? If we go back, there will be more devils behind, or it will be delayed until night..." Old Smoker also frowned, making his forehead more wrinkled.

Yang Ling gritted his teeth and said, "The devils are coming aggressively. It's still early in the evening, and we don't have that much time. I mean, let's concentrate our firepower and charge, how many can be rushed out!"

Now Yang Ling has no other way, they have been driven into a desperate situation by the devils, and they are always careful not to take risks in order to cherish the lives of their brothers.

But now I don't care about that much anymore, the danger of staying a moment longer will be one more point, now the only way to survive is to concentrate firepower to break through the Luka in front.

As for who can rush over alive, it depends on their own fortunes. Yang Ling made up his mind, called together the remaining [-] or so brothers, and asked their opinions.

"Battalion Commander, let's go! I lost a big scar on my head, and I will be a good man again after 18 years!" A burly soldier said fiercely.

"Yes! We are not afraid of death! If I was unlucky and didn't rush out! I admit it too, I just pray that the living brothers will burn some paper money for me every year."

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Main body Chapter 228 FireWire breaks through!

The muddy road leads all the way to the river, and the wooden bridge has been blown away, leaving only half of the brown wooden pile soaked in the water. The road card of the devil soldiers is set in the middle of the road 500 meters away from the river, with sandbags and trenches.