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

"Look at your prospects." Luo Dayong kicked Li Mazi, his eyes full of contempt.

Luo Dayong was originally a platoon leader, so he didn't like being promoted. Anyway, on this battlefield, no matter whether it is a platoon leader or a company commander, they are all cannon fodder, and they might end up being killed by a bullet that suddenly flew out. killed.

The pre-battle promotion promise of the team leader Li Zhong dispelled a lot of the haze in the hearts of more than a dozen members of the Death Squad who were about to die, and gave them a good fortune.

"Come out." Li Zhong patted Yang Ling on the shoulder and ordered.

After bidding farewell to the regiment leader Li Zhong, Yang Ling led fourteen death squads to smear and sneak towards the devil's line of defense.

Walking forward for a distance of less than 100 meters, the old smoker looked back. It was so dark that he could no longer see other people in the regiment, and it was also dark to move forward. The excitement of the promise of promotion gradually cooled down. When I came down, I immediately regretted my big words.

The more the old smoker thought about it, the more he felt panicked. For a promise that he didn't know if he could keep it, he had to risk his life to tear down the devil's defense line. If he died, wouldn't all his work be in vain?

"What's wrong, do you regret it?" Xiong Dawu sneered when he saw Lao Yanqiang's footsteps getting slower and slower.

"I'm not afraid of death." Old Smoker answered irrelevantly, but it has exposed his heart, he is actually terribly afraid of death.

"Hey, I don't know who patted his chest and yelled to the regiment leader, I will definitely fight the enemy bravely." Xiong Dawu teased.

"Go, go, go, you're just a little devil, I've never been afraid..."

The more I thought about the old smoker, the more uneasy I felt, so I quickly walked a few steps to catch up with Yang Ling who was walking in front, tugged at the hem of Yang Ling's clothes, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yang, are you really sure to tear the devils apart?" line of defense?"

Yang Ling stopped in his tracks and asked, "When did I say I was sure to tear through the devil's line of defense?"

The old smoker paused: "Just now the group asked to recruit death squads, weren't you the first one to raise your hand?"

"Yes, that's right, but I didn't say that I was sure to tear through the devil's line of defense."

"Since you are the first to stand up, you are not sure why you stand up?" The old smoker suddenly became anxious.

The old smoker looked at Yang Ling with a serious face, and slapped his thigh: "It's over, it's over, we thought you were sure, and the feelings followed you to death."

No, no, no, you can't just die like this for nothing. The old smoker started looking around, ready to start running. It would be better to be a deserter than to die for nothing. His affection for Yang Ling plummeted.

Luo Dayong also had a worried look on his face, and even cried in his voice: "Vice Lian, don't scare me, you're really not sure?"

When the old smoker saw Luo Dayong, he immediately became angry. At the beginning, this idiot encouraged him to say that he would follow Yang Ling to make sure that he was right, so he followed him foolishly, but his feelings were to die.

"Okay, okay." Looking at the restless crowd, Yang Ling's face became serious and interrupted their yelling.

"I'm not sure that I'm not 80.00% sure, but [-]% is still there."

As soon as Yang Ling's words came out, the few people who ran away shouting hurriedly closed their mouths, waiting for Yang Ling's next words.

"We have two machine guns and dozens of grenades. As long as you listen to my command, I'm 80.00% sure to tear through the devil's line of defense." Yang Ling added.

"Aren't you trying to lie to us again?" The old smoker was skeptical, because Yang Ling had scared him a lot just now.

Yang Ling gave the old smoker a blank look, and said nothing to Luo Ziqiang, "Brother Luo, pick a few brothers with good marksmanship, and they will fall behind. As long as the devil's machine gun shows up, I will knock them out."

Luo Ziqiang was cold-tempered and didn't like to talk. He basically didn't have any sense of presence in the supplementary company, but his marksmanship was second only to Yang Ling. After hearing Yang Ling's order, he nodded to show that he understood.

Yang Ling turned his head to Old Smoker and the others and said, "Put all the grenades together and take them with you, and follow me later."

In the end, Yang Ling's gaze fell on Luo Dayong, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You pick three more people, and I'll give you two machine guns to command. Your mission is not to assault, but to cover us, understand?" ?”

The reason why Yang Ling put the machine gunners behind to prevent them from participating in the assault was mainly to leave a way out. If he felt like he missed, he could still retreat, right?

Text Chapter 53 Stealth

The night was dark and the stars were sparse, and the rumble of artillery in the distance continued. The Chinese and Japanese armies were still fighting fiercely. The artillery sound came from the north, it should be Luodian, Yang Ling guessed.

The flashes of the explosion flashed fiercely from time to time, like thunderstorms and lightning in summer, illuminating the dark ground brightly, and you could see the figures of ghosts on the distant battlefield, but the flashes fell silent after a second or two, and the ground recovered. dark.

The soil after the heavy rain was soft and muddy, and the bomb crater was full of accumulated water. Yang Ling was lying on the wet ground, his chest was wet and covered with muddy water, his body temperature was dropping, and he felt a little cold.

Yang Ling looked at the position in front of him through the flash of the explosion in the distance. Except for the occasional figure of a few ghost soldiers, everything was quiet.

The devils fought fiercely for a day to seize their positions. Even if they were hardened, they would be tired and tired. They should be resting.

The entire Songhu battlefield is a huge meat grinder, filling life into it, and finally turning it into a cold corpse.

At first, the chairman expected the mediation and intervention of countries such as the United Kingdom and the United States. After all, the Yangtze River Basin is an area of ​​their inherent interests, and the Japanese are not allowed to get involved. But until now, the two sides have filled in more and more troops. A bad battle was fought, leaving the chairman in a dilemma.

In the dark night, the fifteen members of the Death Squad were like big worms wriggling on the ground, lying on the wet ground and groping towards the devil's defense line not far away.

Old Smoker felt that his whole body was cold and numb, and he was tired after climbing for a while. He stopped and rubbed his sore elbows, panting slightly.

He really wanted to light the pack of cigarettes in his pocket which he picked up from the devil, to refresh himself, but when his hands touched the soft cigarettes soaked in water, he couldn't help cursing in his heart, damn heavy rain, Damn devil.

With the flash of the explosion in the distance, the old smoker saw Luo Dayong, who was prostrate in front of him. This boy was moving slowly in the mud like a wretched mouse carefully, for fear of making any noise.

Looking at Luo Dayong's upturned butt, the old smoker wanted to go up and kick him. If Luo Dayong hadn't encouraged him, how could he have come to do this desperate business? He has never been in the business of losing money. Selling, I'm afraid even my life will have to accompany me this time.

The more the old smoker thought about it, the more he felt that he was in a panic. He shouldn't have given five yuan to the battalion commander to keep Yang Ling in their company. He went around thinking that Yang Ling could lead them to a way out of life, but he didn't expect that Yang Ling would end up with him On the way to death.

The old smoker sighed slightly, he would die if he died, anyway, he was an old bachelor with nothing to worry about, so it was fine to die, he didn't have to worry about suffering every day, he didn't have to worry about whether his last meal would last, and he didn't have to worry about when the devil would come. The bomb fell on his own head.

Now he is even a little envious of Luo Dayong, a simple-minded guy who looks big and thick but has a single-brained head. He has a simple mind and few thoughts, so he doesn't have to worry about living and dying like himself.

"Old Smoker, what's the matter, don't you dare to climb forward?" Xiong Dawu climbed to the side of Old Smoker from behind with a rifle in his hand, looked at the stunned Old Smoker and lowered his voice to tease.

"Go and go, which pot is not open and which pot is lifted, I have never been afraid."

Old Smoker didn't bother to care about Xiong Dawu's contemptuous eyes, took a deep breath, grabbed the grenade, and continued to crawl forward along the mud.

Seeing that the old smoker ignored him, Xiong Dawu curled his lips, not afraid of trembling legs, his marksmanship was good, so he was left behind, and if the devil's machine gun was spotted at that time, he was responsible for knocking the devil's machine gun.

In addition to him, there is Luo Ziqiang from the supplementary company. Xiong Dawu looked sideways, and Luo Ziqiang, who was as cold as a piece of wood, was lying in a bomb crater, the water had covered his waist, and he was holding a gun. Focused on the front.

Damn, I really thought I was that monster Yang Ling, pretending to be, Xiong Dawu shook his head, raised his gun forward, put it on a ridge, and stopped moving forward, he didn't believe that he was better than But Yang Ling would still lose to Luo Ziqiang.

The rest of the Death Squad members also crawled towards the devil's defense line and slowly moved their bodies, trying to get as close to the devil's defense line as possible.

They are death squads, and their main purpose is to tear through the devil's line of defense and open a passage for the follow-up troops. As long as they rush in, it will be hand-to-hand combat.

The success or failure of the death squads is related to the success of the counterattack position. If they fail, when the devils react, no one will be able to break through the devils' firepower net, and it will only increase casualties in vain.

Yang Ling crawled to the rear of the ridge about 100 meters away from the devil's defense line and stopped. It only took tens of seconds to rush to the devil's position from here, and it was already within reach. If he moved forward, he would be easily spotted by the devil. easy to expose.

Seeing that Yang Ling in front of him didn't move, the soldiers of the Death Squad who followed him also found their own places to hide. They were all veterans who had fought many battles, so they naturally knew how to do this without ordering them.

Luo Dayong put his machine gun on a corpse, aiming the gun at the devil's position in front of him. As long as the devil dared to show his face, he guaranteed that they would all be shot.

In order to ensure the firepower of the Death Squad, the head of the group, Li Zhong, spent a lot of money. Not only did he give dozens of grenades, but also a lot of machine gun magazines, enough to squander two machine guns.

The Death Squad lay quietly 200 to [-] meters in front of the devil's position. This distance was already their limit. Here they could hear the whispering voices coming from the position.