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

It's a no-brainer to die, you don't need to think about anything, you don't need to do anything, just lie in this cold and damp Jiangnan, let your body rot and turn into that smelly mud.

But he can still breathe, he's still alive, so worried, Yang Ling dusted off the dirt all over his body to make himself look neater.

Old Smoker and Li Mazi stood on the ground full of dead people, like two thin and bare tree trunks, letting the cold wind pour into their tattered clothes alone, and then they were cold all over.

His body was cold, but his heart was hot. The old smoker stretched out his sleeve and wiped his eyes. He saw clearly that the person standing not far from him was indeed Yang Ling. He was not dead yet. The heart of the smoking gun takes root.

Yang Ling is not a god, but just an ordinary person. The soldiers who followed Yang Ling were killed and wounded. So far, only he and Li Mazi are still alive. Yang Ling is not considered a powerful person, and he did not guarantee that everyone will live. go down.

But when Yang Ling stood there, the old smoker immediately felt that he had a backbone and confidence in his heart.

Although Yang Ling didn't fulfill his promise and didn't take them out of this damn battlefield alive, the old smoker couldn't bear the slightest bit of blame and complaint in his heart.

There are devils' steel guns and cannons in front, and those stern-faced supervisors behind them, except for being pierced by bullets and then falling down, or being blown to pieces by iron bumps falling from the sky, in the end they can only be aggrieved, with their body covered in pain. Resentment dies and becomes part of the corpse on the ground.

Although Yang Ling didn't take them out of the battlefield alive, Old Smoker felt the difference. At least they could die in battle with dignity, without having to die aggrieved.

Many of them hadn't even seen the devil's face before when they faced the devil's aircraft and heavy artillery. Many people were imagining what the devil would look like before they died.

Yang Ling's appearance made them not have to be so aggrieved to die, at least they had the chance to fight back, and had the chance to fight the devil head-on with the bayonet. Life and death are famous and rich, and it is much better to die in battle with dignity than to die aggrieved.

A brutal hand-to-hand battle last night wiped out all the devils on the ground, and showed the majesty and bloodiness of the Chinese army, but killed one thousand enemies and lost eight hundred, and more than 300 Chinese soldiers counterattacked the position It's almost gone too.

Yang Ling bent down to pick up the dirty gray hat from the fluffy dirt, and dusted the dirt with his hands, revealing the shining blue sky and white sun emblem inlaid on the brim of the hat. Since he is wearing this hat, he has to do his best a responsibility.

Although most of the people were exhausted, but they were still alive, they had to guard this position, otherwise it would be meaningless to pay such a high price to kill so many people.

Yang Ling didn't think he was such a brave and meaningless person, and he didn't have the consciousness to die with the devils, but he always felt a little unwilling to evacuate in such a desperate way. So many people died, and those who were alive had to do something about it.

Yang Ling didn't intend to fight the devil. There were only two exhausted wooden stakes standing in front of him. Enough people had died, so there was no need to bleed in vain.

However, it is not his style to evacuate in a desperate manner. Even if he wants to evacuate, he has to make the devils suffer, and let them know that they are stepping on the land of the Chinese, and they need to pay a certain price.

Li Mazi lowered his head and did not dare to meet Yang Ling's gaze. Those dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through his soul through torn clothes, and see the timidity, fear and cowardice deep in his heart.

Yang Ling didn't intend to blame Li Mazi. When their Death Squad charged forward last night, he knew that Li Mazi hadn't followed. In this bloody battlefield, not everyone is so brave.

In other words, most people have fear and fear, and they don't want to lose their lives in this war with no chance of winning, but they have to bite the bullet and charge upwards in the face of orders until they are shot and fall down.

Li Mazi just magnified his inner fear into action. It was not Li Mazi's fault, but the damn war, but the culprits who started it, those Japanese devils.

If there was no war, Li Mazi might marry a wife and have children like most Chinese people, and then live a peaceful life with a full house of children and grandchildren, without worrying about coming to the damn battlefield.

Yang Ling originally thought that Li Mazi had become a deserter, so it would be good if he ran far away, even animals struggled to survive, let alone humans, but he didn't expect that he didn't escape, but came back instead.

The old smoker was uncomfortable being stared at by Yang Ling. He lowered his head and looked at his tattered military uniform that was blackened with gunpowder. There was nothing wrong, right?

"Don't stand still, collect ammunition."

After Yang Ling left such a sentence, he buried his head and started to work on his own.

After hearing Yang Ling's words, Old Smoker's dead heart became active again, at least he could beat some devils with Yang Ling, it was better than fighting alone.

He slung the rifle over his shoulder, and began to squat down to untie the armed belt tied to the devil. He was sure to beat the devil after collecting ammunition. While he was excited, he was also worried about how long he could live.

Just now when I was alone, I thought that I didn’t want to run away anymore, just like the dead Pao Ze, there was someone to accompany me when I died here on Huangquan Road, anyway, before I died, I had to pull a few devils to back me up, at that time my heart was full of pride lofty.

But now seeing Yang Ling, the old smoker's passion for survival began to revive again. He suddenly felt that death was a terrible thing, and his contradictory heart was constantly entangled.

Li Mazi originally hoped that Yang Ling could say a word to persuade the old smoker, and then they could leave this position and seek a way out, but Yang Ling just said a word, to collect ammunition.

Li Mazi was already regretting not to fall, so he could run as long as he wanted, and it didn't matter if he was a deserter, he had to come back to take this muddy water and put his life in it.

"Li Mazi, why are you staring blankly? Didn't you hear Brother Yang talking about collecting ammunition?"

Old Smoker was holding a handful of 6.5mm bullets and a few devil's melon grenades in his hand. When he turned around and saw Li Mazi standing still, he urged him.

Three lonely figures were busy on the ground full of dead people. Although they knew that the position could not be defended, they still had to make the last desperate struggle.

Three miles away from the position, Major Guizi stepped on the ridge with his cowhide boots, covered with mud. He held up his binoculars to observe the opposite Chinese garrison position.

Text Chapter 58 Communication Soldiers

Major Guizi's face was gloomy and frightening. The Chinese garrison position on the opposite side was dead silent in the field of vision of the binoculars. Except for the corpses strewn all over the ground, there was no living person moving around. ?????

Last night, the squadron took advantage of the darkness to launch a counterattack, and their brigade lost more than 200 soldiers and lost the positions they captured during the day. The thought of Major Devil's heart bleeds.

Those were more than 200 elite Imperial Japanese soldiers who died in vain in the sneak attack of the night like this. This is a disgrace to their brigade!

Several devil captains and lieutenants stood behind the major without saying a word. They knew that their captain was feeling restless at the moment, because they also seemed restless in their hearts.

Their Ninth Division has been blocked in this small Yunzaobang for three days, losing thousands of soldiers and making no progress. For them, who claim to be elite, this is a slap in the face.

But the Chinese garrison position on the opposite side has been bombed by their call planes, call in heavy artillery bombardment to scorched the ground everywhere, but those Chinese are still tenaciously resisting like a little strong who can't be beaten to death.

Some of them still had fresh memories of the hand-to-hand combat last night, and those Chinese soldiers who were on the verge of death would pounce on them and bite them with their teeth and hit them with their fists even if they had only one breath left.

That crazy state made their backs feel cold. If all the Chinese defenders were so crazy, they don't know how many Imperial Japanese troops would be lost.

"Akino-san, attack."

The major finally put down the binoculars in his hand, and turned to give instructions to one of the dark-skinned lieutenants.

The lieutenant bowed heavily: "Ha Yi!"

When Lieutenant Guizi raised his head again, a savage look flashed in his narrow and cold eyes. He raised his hand and swung it forward, and those half-squatting devils immediately moved from their hiding places like hungry wolves. The opposite Chinese position rushed out.

Under the leadership of the dark lieutenant, about a squadron of more than 200 devils lined up in skirmish lines, alternately covering and approaching the dead position.

In the trenches on the ground shrouded in mist, more than a dozen wounded soldiers who survived last night were leaning against the damp trench wall, looking at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's eyes flicked over the dozen or so wounded soldiers, feeling a little heavy.

They still had more than 300 people last night, but now there are only a dozen or so surviving people left. The war is like a huge melting pot, filled with countless fresh lives, and then there is no scum left.

The head of the regiment, Li Zhong, was killed in the hand-to-hand combat last night. His body was stabbed several times with blood holes by the devils.

With Li Zhong's death, Li Zhong's promise of promotion to the death squads also came to naught, which made the old smoker depressed for a while, and always felt panicked in his heart.

After a long silence, Yang Ling looked at the remnant soldiers and said, "There will be no life or death in the battle to come. If you are afraid of death, you should leave the position as soon as possible. I, Yang Ling, will never stop you."

Yang Ling could predict that the devil's revenge would be crazy and cruel. Although he didn't intend to fight the devil to death, it was still unknown whether he could survive, so he didn't force others to die with him.

"Vice Yang Lian, I never thought of going back alive. Even if I die, I have to pull two little Japanese to back me up. I won't go!" A remnant soldier with a bloody face lay across his neck, his eyes full of determination.

"Little Japan killed my brother, I want to avenge him!"

"I've already lived enough, I don't mind staying to play with the little devil."