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

The head of the regiment, Li Zhong, personally went to the battlefield to fight the bayonet with the devil soldiers. It was obvious to all that he won the respect of all the soldiers.

Li Zhong looked around at the scarred and tired soldiers in front of him, feeling a little heavy. There were more than 100 soldiers in the regiment before they entered the position. Of the lightly wounded, there are only more than [-] people who can fight.

And now that he wants to lead the surviving soldiers of these regiments to regain their positions from the hands of the little devils, it will definitely be another bloody battle. He doesn't know how many will survive by then, and his eyes are gloomy.

Li Zhong took a deep breath, dispelled his complicated thoughts, and his eyes became firm.

"Brothers! I need a death squad now, is there anyone who is not afraid of death?!"

To counterattack the position taken back by the devils, Li Zhong needs a death squad to rush to the front to tear through the devils' defense line and open the attack channel for the follow-up troops, but everyone knows that this is a mission of a narrow escape, and the hope of survival slim.

More than 300 people were silent. They knew that as long as they joined the Death Squad, they would basically die. It wasn't that they were afraid of death, but that they thought it was an impossible task in front of the devils with strong firepower.

Li Zhong looked at these silent soldiers, and a look of disappointment flashed across his face. After all, those who dared to fight and charge had already been lost in the previous rounds of battles. But in order to make a living, there is no need to die.

No one took the initiative to sign up for the Death Squad, but the position still had to be regained. Just as Li Zhong was about to name his name to form the Death Squad, a sonorous and forceful voice sounded in the team: "I'll go!"

Li Zhong looked around, and on the far left side of the team, a slightly familiar soldier raised his hand, and he quickly remembered that the squad deputy who killed more than ten devils one by one was called Yang or something.

Yang Ling raised his hand and actively signed up to join the Death Squad, not because he was so pushy, nor because he wanted to attract anyone's attention, but because he felt that he had the ability to tear through the devil's defenses and prevent more comrades from dying in battle.

"Yang Ling, what are you doing? Put your hands down quickly. It's not like you to send him to death." The old smoker watched Yang Ling raise his hand, sweating profusely, called Yang Ling's name, and stretched out his hand to pull He raised his hand.

"Lieutenant Lian, don't be overthinking it, put your hands down quickly." The remnant soldiers of the supplementary company also became anxious immediately, and lowered their voices to persuade them, hoping that Yang Ling would not be stupid.

More than 300 pairs of eyes looked at Yang Ling, the deputy company commander who was standing upright with his torn military uniform, some sighed and shook their heads and cursed at the idiot, while some gloated that they finally didn't have to die.

"Okay, what's your name?" Seeing Yang Ling voluntarily raising his hand to join the Death Squad, Li Zhong was very happy, at least it was a good start.

"Reporting to the regiment, Yang Ling, deputy commander of the third battalion supplementary company!" Yang Ling walked out of the queue as he spoke, and stepped forward to answer.

Li Zhong, the head of the group, praised: "Okay, he is a man! Not a coward!"

It's over, it's over, seeing Yang Ling taking the initiative to join the Death Squad, but Lao Yanqiang and the others are in a hurry. It's a mission of life and death, but Yang Ling has already walked out, so they can only worry.

"Is there anyone else who volunteered to sign up for the Death Squad? If not, I can sign up myself?" Li Zhong asked, looking at the whispering soldiers, raising his voice.

"I'll go too!" Xiong Dawu, the company commander of the third battalion, raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"I said Xiong Xiazi, why don't you think about it, you are going to die!" Old Smoker watched Xiong Dawu stepping out of the queue, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab him.

Lao Yanqiang and Xiong Dawu are also old acquaintances, and they have known each other for four or five years. Although they usually look at each other disliked and often blow their beards and stare, but the old brothers back then were dead and disabled. Putting the two of them down, seeing Xiong Dawu going to die, the old smoker suddenly felt empty.

Xiong Dawu turned his head and looked at the old smoking gun that was pulling him, "I said old smoking gun, it's none of your business if I send you to death, let's go."

"I'm doing this for your own good, don't be ignorant of good and evil, you."

Xiong Dawu glanced at the old smoker: "I am willing to die, at least I have the guts! Hmph, it's not like some people who can only grind their mouths, they have guts."

The old smoker heard that Xiong Dawu's words were wrong, so he dragged him and questioned: "I said Xiong blind, who are you talking about?"

Xiong Dawu didn't dare to smoke the gun, so he reached out to push away the old smoker's hand, and walked straight to Yang Ling's side to stand with his nostrils upturned, not looking at the old smoker.

Although Xiong Dawu looks big and thick, he is indeed a thick and thin person, otherwise he wouldn't have been oppressed by smokers all these years.

Although he and Yang Ling have only compared guns once and worked together to fight a wave of devils, he admires Yang Ling's marksmanship and courage. He believes that it is impossible for a person like Yang Ling to die foolishly, so he wants to bet With one stroke, he bet his life on Yang Ling.

Now there are only more than 300 people left in the regiment. In the face of the devil's light and heavy firepower, it is almost the same as being a death squad, so he chose to follow Yang Ling.

Luo Ziqiang walked out of the queue silently, carrying the [-] rifle that he had seized from the devil, and stood behind Yang Ling, which was considered a registration.

With Yang Ling and the others as an example, a few more courageous soldiers raised their hands to join the Death Squad. They were either infected by Yang Ling and the others, or they were really pure fools.

The old smoker is very conflicted in his heart now, Yang Ling has signed up for the Death Squad, what should they do?

They have been following Yang Ling since they were in the enemy-occupied area. Although he is the company commander in name, Yang Ling has the final say on everything. They have lived with Yang Ling until now. Now that Yang Ling is going to join the Death Squad, why should they go too? That is death.

The main reason why Yang Ling didn't ask Old Smoker and others to join him in the Death Squad was that although he had some confidence, there was still danger, and there was no need to drag them into the fire pit.

But when Li Zhong, the head of the group, asked for the last time, Old Smoker and the others stepped out of the queue and stood beside Yang Ling.

"Why are you doing this?" Yang Ling looked at Old Smoker and the others with a wry smile.

"Let's add that you are not the only one who is not afraid of death, we are not cowards either." The old smoker raised his head at Xiong Dawu as he spoke, his face full of provocation.

Luo Dayong and Li Mazi also echoed: "None of us are cowards."

As for why they came here, perhaps only they knew, and Yang Ling didn't bother to ask.

Li Zhong, the head of the regiment, saw more than a dozen soldiers coming out of the 66th one after another, and nodded with satisfaction. At least there are still people in their 361st regiment who are not afraid of death.

Text Chapter 52 Promise

The Death Squad had a total of fifteen members. Because Yang Ling was the first to sign up to participate, he was appointed as the leader of the Death Squad by the head of the group, Li Zhong. ?? ??

Their task is to be as close to the devil's defense line as possible, and to open a gap for the follow-up troops to attack when they attack.

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the sky had completely darkened, and the troops responsible for recapturing the position had already moved secretly to nest in a depression on the west side of the position.

"Deputy Company Commander Yang, if the assault is successful and we regain the position, I will promote you to the battalion commander." In order to boost morale before leaving, the regiment leader Li Zhong deliberately called Yang Ling and more than ten people from the Death Squad aside, and promised Yang Ling.

Yang Ling was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the head of the regiment would be so generous when he made a move, and he would be promoted to the head of the battalion by the fire line.

The old smoker pushed the stunned Yang Ling enviously, and hurriedly reminded: "Brother Yang, why don't you hurry up and thank the group seat."

"Thank you for the cultivation of the group seat." Yang Ling reacted and hurriedly thanked the group leader Li Zhong. Although this can only be fulfilled if he comes back alive, he is still promoted after all, and he is still very happy.

Now two of the three battalion commanders in the entire regiment died, and one was seriously injured and sent to the rear. Because the officers suffered heavy casualties, many people were promoted from the front line, but not many were directly promoted from the deputy company commander to the battalion commander.

"Hey, Battalion Commander Yang, you have been promoted, so you have to treat your guests to dinner." Luo Dayong came over with a smile, happy for Yang Ling, regardless of whether the Battalion Commander can honor it or not, the meal will not escape.

"What are you happy about? Whether you can live or not is another matter." First company leader Xiong Dawu folded his arms, looked at the happy crowd, and poured a basin of cold water on his head.

"I think you're just jealous, you're jealous." The old smoker suddenly became unhappy, and retorted.

"Why is I jealous? I'm telling the truth."

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, the leader Li Zhong interrupted them with a cough, but the two still stared.

"It's the same for you, if you take back the position, you will be promoted to a higher rank!"

"Thank you, Tuan Zuo, thank you Tuan Zuo." Old Smoker immediately burst into joy when he heard this, his face flushed with excitement.

In the end, the old smoker patted his chest loudly: "Don't worry, Tuanzu, this time we will fight the enemy bravely!"

Seeing that the old smoker who has always believed in saving his life first has improved his awareness so quickly, Xiong Dawu folded his arms and watched coldly, not commenting, so excited, let's talk about it if he survives.

Li Mazi has been a soldier for several years and is still a soldier. After hearing this promise, he was so excited that he was a little incoherent. Looking in the direction of Yejia, he knelt down and kowtowed: "My mother, I thank my ancestors for their blessings. I want to be an official." I'm going to be an official..."