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

Under the unbearable eyes of the disabled soldiers, Yang Ling stabbed all the surviving devils, and then sat down on the ground, groping through the corpses of the devils to find the individual biscuits they carried. The biscuits equipped with the Japanese army during the period were not the compressed biscuits of later generations, but ordinary biscuits, which were mixed with some small jelly beans, which could stimulate the secretion of saliva and reduce the dependence on drinking water.

Yang Ling took a small piece of biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, and put the rest into his pocket. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat more, but he was worried that if he didn't eat for a long time, it would affect his digestive system. The thin body can't stand the toss.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Yang Ling sat on the ground and chewed with relish. The remnant soldiers in the distance looked at Yang Ling and swallowed their saliva. They were chased by the devils all the time, and they hadn't eaten for a long time.

Yang Ling raised his head and saw that the remnant soldiers were still looking at him like monsters. He was suddenly annoyed. He really didn't know how they got here alive: "What are you doing here? Find something to eat by yourself."

Hearing Yang Ling's reminder, they were only allowed to do so, and they pounced on the devil's corpse like hungry wolves, and started rummaging for food and packing up the loot.

The reason why they froze in place before was because they were captured by Yang Ling's aura. They watched Yang Ling kill more than a dozen devils by himself in a flash, and stabbed the seriously injured to death one by one. Yang Ling's strength and The cruelty had penetrated into their souls and bones. In their minds, Yang Ling was a monster. Wouldn't it be courting death to fight a monster for food?

Fortunately, Yang Ling is not a monster after all, but just an ordinary person. The remnant soldiers all heaved a sigh of relief, looking at Yang Ling full of fear and admiration. He killed a devil's assault squad by himself. In the hearts of the disabled soldiers, Yang Ling's thin figure suddenly became tall and straight.

Text Chapter 5 Command

The fog dissipated a lot, revealing the criss-crossing fields and reeds in the distance. The sound of guns and guns in the distance became more intense, and the fierce fighting between the two sides continued day and night.

But in Yang Ling's eyes, all of this was in vain, all in vain. Although the National Revolutionary Army continued to send troops into the battlefield, facing the devils with air supremacy, as well as hundreds of heavy artillery and cannons, the people who filled in The more people die, the more people die.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten here. What's the use of having a large number of people? Countless shells will be torn into pieces in an instant. Facing the steel guns and cannons with blood and courage, it will only turn into a one-sided massacre. This is the war of this era, tragic and helpless.

The remnant soldiers happily picked up the devil's body, and pulled all the usable things to their bodies, such as armed belts, water bottles, food, and even the devil's shoes. The wild wolf of green light swept everything away.

Old Smoker didn't pick up the loot like the rest of the remnant soldiers. He paid more attention to Yang Ling, the monster who could break the devil's neck with his bare hands. While shocked, he was also very curious about Yang Ling's identity. He pulled the devil's squad leader He took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Ling respectfully, "Little brother, what's your name?"

Yang Ling waved his hand and rejected the cigarette handed over by the old smoker: "Yang Ling, second lieutenant and platoon leader of the 61st Division." Cigarettes and alcohol have always been things that Yang Ling keeps at a distance, because as a special soldier, he must keep his mind clear at all times. It was the army's regulations back then, and it was also a good habit that Yang Ling had developed.

The old smoker put the cigarette back in embarrassment and stuffed it into his mouth. He took out a box of matches, struck it, lit it, and took a puff. He introduced himself, "My name is Zhou Fugui, and they all call me Old Smoker. The 61st Division will serve as the company commander.”

Some memories that originally belonged to this body surged in Yang Ling's mind. He knew that the 61st Division was defeated when it was guarding the Wusong Fort. More tragic.

"Commander Zhou, what are you going to do next?" Yang Ling tentatively asked the old smoker who was smoking a cigarette.

The old smoker sighed, and said with a sad expression: "The whole division has been broken up, and now there are devils everywhere. If it weren't for Brother Yang, you rescued us, we have already reimbursed the reimbursement. I heard that the division headquarters has been withdrawn. Yang Xing, we are going to go there."

Hearing the old smoker's answer, Yang Ling immediately had a preliminary understanding of the situation. He pointed to the remnants of the loot and said, "On the way I came here, I saw that the devil's interspersed troops had already run in front of us. It may not be easy for Po Qiang to get to Yang Xing smoothly."

"There's no way to do that. Let life and death be resigned to fate. It's better than staying here and waiting to die." Old Smoker's words were full of pessimism.

There are countless devils interspersed with troops, chasing the buttocks of these rout soldiers and rushing forward. Yang Ling also encountered countless waves along the way, and fought several times. No matter how powerful it is, it is in danger of dying at any time in such a large-scale war.

This is the so-called two-fisted and four-handed. He is confident that he can deal with ten devil soldiers neatly with one as ten, but if he encounters a devil squad, he will have to consider running for his life, let alone thousands of people. Alliance, so even if the power of an individual is strong, it is limited.

It was based on this understanding that Yang Ling decided not to fight alone, but to join a certain team to fight side by side, so that he could survive better. The team spirit is also applicable here.

"I have a way to take you out safely." Yang Ling has now decided to cooperate with this group of 61st divisions who were beaten to disgrace by the devils.

In view of the fact that Yang Ling killed more than ten devils by himself before, the old smoker believed in what Yang Ling said, and his bloody eyes were full of life again. If Yang Ling was really willing to take them with him, they would definitely be able to Evacuate safely, this is what the old smoker thinks at the moment.

But then the old smoker started to mutter again, Yang Ling had just saved their lives, and now he offered to take them out, what did Yang Ling want?

"Brother Yang, how dare you help us over and over again?" The old smoker tried Yang Ling, wanting to know what Yang Ling's purpose was.

The worry that flashed in the eyes of the old smoker escaped Yang Ling's eyes so much, and he heard that there was something in the old smoker's words, so he didn't answer the words, patted the dust on his body and stood up: "I only have one condition, you must have Follow my orders."

As the saying goes, brothers are of one heart, and their strength cuts through gold. In this dangerous situation, if you can't twist up and down into a rope, it will be more difficult to jump out of the encirclement surrounded by devils.

More importantly, Yang Ling realized the limitations of personal power, so he wanted to fight devils better. It was much better to lead a team to fight devils than to fight alone. With his ability, he might not be able to train a team. The Republic of China version of the Falcon Squadron, and these remnants rescued by him are currently the best soldiers.

The old smoker was stunned when he heard Yang Ling's words, his brain hadn't turned the corner yet, he was even ready to give away all his homes, but he didn't expect that instead of opening his mouth like a lion, Yang Ling just asked for their ocean. Command.

In the eyes of the old smoker, there are only a few people left in total, and he can't take the command power as a meal. Since Yang Ling wants it, he immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay, Brother Yang, we will all obey your command. If whoever doesn't listen to you, I'll unscrew his head and use it as a chamber pot for you."

Seeing that Old Smoker agreed so simply, Yang Ling smiled: "Let the brothers clean up quickly, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

"Hey" the old smoker responded and immediately greeted the surviving remnants: "Fuck me quickly and prepare to withdraw."

It was already afternoon when Luo Dayong woke up. He felt severe pain all over his body. The violent jolting of his body made him feel that his bones were about to fall apart. on one's back.

Looking at his familiar companions who were busy on the road, Luo Dayong grinned, and then tears fell down uncontrollably. He Luo Dayong was still alive, and the tears mixed with the dust on his face became sticky Luo Dayong didn't care, what he cared about was that he had another brush with death.

Text Chapter 6 Breakthrough

The night was dark, Old Smoker and seven surviving remnant soldiers nestled in a wet depression, looking at the dark distance, they seemed a little anxious.

"Company commander, it's been so long, do you think this kid ran away alone?" Luo Dayong twisted his tired body uncomfortably, and lowered his voice to ask the old smoker lying beside him.

The second lieutenant platoon leader Luo Dayong was buried by the collapsed earth wall during the devil's raid. Apart from being scratched, he was able to bounce back very quickly. Because he was buried, he had never seen Yang Ling with his own eyes. Yang Ling quickly dealt with the little devil. He was so ruthless, so he was full of mistrust towards Yang Ling along the way, even though Yang Ling saved his life.

The old smoker reprimanded dissatisfied: "Shut your crow's mouth, no one will think you are dumb."

"I don't think that kid is a good person, maybe he is a deserter." Luo Dayong muttered dissatisfied.

He is also the platoon leader, and Yang Ling is also the platoon leader, but now he has to listen to the command of such a stranger who came out of nowhere, Luo Dayong has always been unconvinced, why should he.

The old smoker kicked Luo Dayong: "Can you fucking calm down?"

Hearing the sullen tone in Old Smoker's tone, Luo Dayong closed his mouth wisely. Although he was not convinced by Yang Ling, an outsider, he still didn't dare to act presumptuously towards Old Smoker, a veteran and officer. Turn your head away and stop talking.

There was a dark silence all around, and the remnant soldiers lying in the depression did not speak. They could hear each other's breathing, and they were all waiting for Yang Ling's return.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and they felt as if centuries had passed, but Yang Ling, who said he was going out to explore the way, was nowhere to be seen, and the old smoker was getting more and more restless. Could it be that Yang Ling really One of them is gone?

The bored old smoker took out the cigarette gun stuck in his waist, took out the match and prepared to smoke a couple of puffs, but he thought in his heart that if Yang Ling didn't come back, they would have to act on their own. To become a living target of the devil, even though he trusted Yang Ling, he couldn't risk his life.

"If you don't want to die, put out the fire for me—" The old smoker just stroked the match to light it, when Yang Ling's voice came from the darkness.

The old smoker subconsciously extinguished the match, and raised his eyes to see a black figure appearing in front of him with his waist down. It was Yang Ling who had gone out to explore the way. The old smoker's uneasy heart finally fell to the ground. Did not leave them behind.

When Yang Ling didn't show up, the old smoker naturally became the commander of these remnants by virtue of his status as a veteran and company commander. Even Luo Dayong, who was five big and three rough, obeyed the old smoker, but since Yang Ling took over the command, he brought They had been walking for less than half a day, and the old smoker suddenly felt that after leaving Yang Ling, his heart felt empty, as if he had lost his backbone.

"It's like a ghost, walking without even a movement." Luo Dayong watched Yang Ling come back quietly, and muttered dissatisfiedly. Yang Ling glanced at him and didn't care. .

"There is a devil's camp ahead, blocking the way." Yang Ling said in a low voice to the remnant soldiers who surrounded him.

"Look, look, company commander, I said that I can't listen to this kid, and brought us to a dead end. I think he did it on purpose." Luo Dayong sneered schadenfreude.

"Shut up!" The old smoker threw the butt of his gun at Luo Dayong, causing Luo Dayong to stare at him. Feeling that the old smoker was really angry, Luo Dayong closed his mouth wisely.

The old smoker frowned and suggested: "How about we go back and bypass this place?"

Yang Ling shook his head: "If you take a detour, it will take at least half a day longer. Now this area is full of ghosts, and the danger is even greater."

"Then what should we do?" Old Smoker scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and now he was about to rush out of the occupied area, but was blocked by the little devil, he really had no choice.

Yang Ling looked at the worried old smoker, paused and said, "I observed carefully, there are not many devils in front of us, only about the size of a small team, it depends on whether you have the courage to rush over."

"Well, isn't a team just more than 50 devils? That's not much..." Luo Dayong immediately yelled when he heard this, but this time he saw the old smoker reaching out to touch the butt of the gun. Hastily changed his words: "Go ahead, go ahead."