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

The devil's artillery blockade was so severe that they could only eat cold pancakes on the ground. Sometimes there were no pancakes. Now that they were eating hot porridge, some people couldn't help but tears flashed in their eyes.

They can also withdraw to eat hot porridge, but many people have been talking about it for a long time, and finally they still have no chance to open their mouths to enjoy this hot meal.

The remnant soldiers ate very sweetly until they licked the bottom of the bowl clean with their tongues. It was not easy to eat hot porridge, but they also cherished it.

"It would be great if I could eat meat sometime." Fatty lay on the reed pole, stroking his belly, and said with insatiable desire.

Old Smoker put down his lunch box, a smile finally appeared on his dusty face, "It would be nice to have porridge and cakes, but you still want to eat meat, you are so beautiful."

The fat man ignored the old smoker, looked at the dark night sky and thought about it, and suddenly felt homesick.

After a full meal, the exhausted remnants regained some energy, lying on the ground enjoying a rare rest, no longer so decadent. Although they withdrew, Yang Ling still did not dare to relax his vigilance.

This place is not very far from the front position. Although there are friendly troops in front, the large army of devil soldiers can't get through, but it can't prevent the devil from infiltrating and interspersing with small groups of troops.

They didn't die on the ground. If they were killed by a small army of infiltrated devils, it would be ridiculous and generous, so Yang Ling sent a sentry to the east where he thought the enemy was most likely to appear.

"Deputy Lian, can you write a letter for me?" The fat man turned over and approached Yang Ling, asking cautiously.

The old smoker was puffing out the half-cut cigarette he found from the dead man, and hit the fat man: "Fatty, don't worry, even if you write it, you won't be able to send it."

The old smoker is right, now that the army is in chaos, they are in the battlefield, where can they send out letters.

"What are you writing for?" Yang Ling was curious.

The fat man hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth: "I want to report my mother's safety, but I have been out for more than half a year, and I haven't brought any news back..."

The reason why the fat man wanted to write the letter was due to his own considerations. He used to know how to eat without heart and lungs, and Luo Ziqiang protected him to be safe, but Luo Ziqiang's death made him mature a lot, and he began to miss home and his mother.

The fat man wanted to be a deserter countless times, and he would never come out again when he returned to his home, but he wanted to avenge Luo Ziqiang, he couldn't be a deserter, so he wanted to write a letter to his mother, in case he died, he would Mother at least had a thought when she saw her letter.

The fat man looked at Yang Ling as if praying, because Yang Ling was the only one in the company who could read and write, and the rest of them were rough, so he could only pray to Yang Ling.

"But I don't have paper and pen?" Although Yang Ling wanted to help Fatty Tian San, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Deputy Lian, you really agreed to write for me?" Fatty's face was full of excitement.

Before Yang Ling could speak, the fat man had already struggled to stand up from the reed pole: "Deputy Lian, I'll go right away and find paper and pens." He ran to the house where he was, as if he was afraid that Yang Ling would regret it.

"When did the fat man have such a high awareness that he knew how to write letters to his family?" The old smoker rubbed his head and muttered to himself. There is no place to send letters.

Yang Ling sat by the fire and wiped his gun. The old smoker tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and finally broke the silence: "Brother Yang, where do you think we are going to retreat tomorrow?"

Their 61st Division was withdrawn to rest because of the heavy casualties, but the old smoker was always worried, he had no bottom, and the front line was so fiercely fought, maybe he had to be pulled up.

The remnants of the soldiers who were not asleep also surrounded them, and they were also worried about their own tomorrow. The war was cruel, and their lives were like duckweed in the rough sea, and they couldn't help themselves.

Yang Ling looked at the remnant soldiers with good-looking faces, and squeezed out a smile on his face and said: "Our division has suffered such a large loss, even if we want to pull it up, we won't go to the front. At most, we will cover the flanks. There is nothing to worry about."

After hearing Yang Ling's analysis, Old Smoker felt that it made sense. There were only a few hundred people left alive in their division of more than 8000 people. Thinking that they didn't have to fight the devils head-on, Old Smoker breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the remnant soldiers who were obviously much more relaxed, Yang Ling said, "Hurry up and rest, maybe you have to hurry tomorrow."

Old Smoker greeted Yang Ling and soon fell into a deep sleep. The rest of the remnant soldiers were too tired after fighting for days and nights, and snored not long after they fell down.

Fatty Tian San ran back quickly, panting, holding the straw paper and brush in both hands, his face full of joy, and he didn't know how he got it from the clerk.

In March of the beacon fire, the family letter was worth ten thousand gold. Although he knew that he would not be able to send it out on the battlefield, Yang Ling still did not reject Fatty's thoughts, and wrote a family letter for him earnestly, fulfilling his wish.

Text Chapter 70 Separation

The sky gradually brightened up, and we could see the floating reeds and the flowing river in the distance through the mist, and the camp of the 61st Division gradually became noisy. ?? ??

The old smoker woke up early, he planed the fire that was about to go out, and added a few more logs into it, and the fire finally re-ignited.

He habitually touched his pocket, but only found an empty cigarette box, he looked at the empty box, and finally threw him into the fire, and the fire burned even hotter.

His dry smoking gun was blown up, and even the cigarettes he touched from the dead man were gone, but the old smoking gun did not have the slightest bit of frustration on his face, instead revealing a burst of joy.

Although the order from above has not yet come down, as long as you leave this damn battlefield, it doesn't matter where you retreat, as long as you can keep your life, everything will be fine.

Perhaps just as what Old Smoker thought, there was a glimmer of life in the dead campsite last night. At least Old Smoker saw the long-lost smiles on the faces of those disabled soldiers.

The remnants of the soldiers all woke up one after another and started to busy themselves with their own affairs, but Yang Ling was still curled up on the ground paved with reeds and fell asleep.

They had been fighting fiercely with the devils before, and they were always in danger of their lives, so they kept their nerves at a high level. Now that they withdrew, with friendly troops in front of them, Yang Ling finally relaxed.

Yang Ling didn't believe that the devils could come here overnight, because in his memory, the devils broke through the defense line of Yunzaobang on October [-]th, so they are safe now.

In a safe environment, people will inevitably relax, so Yang Ling slept very deeply and died, and had a rare good sleep, even the noise around him did not wake him up.

Yang Ling's nose smelled a pungent smell, and then he felt something approaching him quietly. Although he was in a deep sleep, he woke up immediately because of alertness.

Yang Ling kicked something close to him violently, and then heard a plop, followed by fat Tian San's cry of pain.

He opened his eyes and grabbed the rifle beside him, only then saw the fat man Tian San falling not far from him, looking at him with eyes full of resentment.

"Vice Lian, I just wanted to make a joke with you, to scare you, your kick was so fast, it hurt so much." The fat man rubbed his thigh and stood up unsteadily, full of grievances.

"Next time, it's better not to make such a joke."

Yang Ling put down the gun in his hand again, walked towards the river, poured a handful of clear water on his face, the cold river water made him sober up a lot.

"I said the company commander, I clearly saw that the company deputy fell asleep, why do you think he can still kick people when he is asleep?" The fat man walked to the fire and sat down, complaining.

"You, you deserve it right, who made you ask for trouble for nothing." The old smoker gloated a little when he saw the fat man being kicked.

The old smoker looked at Yang Ling who was squatting by the river washing his face, and he also murmured in his heart. He clearly saw that Yang Ling was in a deep sleep. Why did the fat man get caught as soon as he approached? The more he couldn't see through this young man, The police feel a bit excessive.

If the old smoker knew what kind of cruel training Yang Ling had experienced, maybe he wouldn't be so surprised. This is the difference in strength.

The sky was dark, and the remnants had to hurry up to eat, because the next meal could not be eaten until evening, and the superiors had already issued an order. In order to avoid being bombed by Devil planes, cooking during the day was not allowed, and violations were severely punished.

This is not a question of heavy punishment or not. After all, the devils want their own lives when they drop the bomb. The remnant soldiers still know this well, so this prohibition can be strictly observed.

After a night's rest, the spirits of the remnant soldiers improved a lot. They were far away from the battlefield, and they didn't have to worry about it all the time. They were very relaxed.

After a hasty breakfast, the order from above came down. All the wounded soldiers immediately gathered and moved to Dachang Town, and then went to Nanxiang Station to be sent to the rear. The rest of the troops turned to the direction of Songjiang to defend the direction of Huangpu River. Devil.

"All wounded soldiers gather here!" As soon as the order was conveyed, an officer shouted at the top of his voice.

Hearing that the wounded soldiers can be moved to the rear and can leave this battlefield, the old smoker blushed with excitement, looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally being able to leave this damned place, how can he not be unhappy.

Thinking of being able to leave this battlefield full of dead people, Lao Yanqiang couldn't wait to pack his things. After all, we are all human, and we all want to live. No one wants to die here, in the wilderness.

Fatty Tian San didn't move. He had wanted to be a deserter countless times to escape from this battlefield where he could die at any time, but now that he could finally leave openly, he didn't want to leave.

There are devils here, and there is the dead Luo Ziqiang. If he leaves this battlefield, then he will have no place to avenge his revenge, and he doesn't want to leave.