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

The wounded soldiers originally thought they were the unlucky ones, but now they were so excited that they shed tears. They can finally leave the battlefield as wounded, return to the rear where there is no gunpowder smoke and war, and they can finally survive .

Some people are happy and others are sad. The wounded soldiers can leave the battlefield, but the rest have to stay and continue to fight the devils. They will go to Songjiang to defend against the devils on the Huangpu River.

The old smoker was very happy, but after being happy, he felt sad. They could leave as wounded, but what about Yang Ling and the others, Yang Ling saved their lives, but they left, and Yang Ling had to fight the devils here.

"Hurry up and gather the wounded!" The officer urging from a distance raised his voice, wanting to leave quickly, otherwise the evacuation would become very troublesome when the devil's plane took to the sky.

"Company commander, company deputy, let's go..." Several wounded remnants looked at each other, and finally moved away.

Old Smoker and Fatty Tian San didn't move at all. Old Smoker felt that it was unfair for him to leave like this. Yang Ling saved his life, but he left and left Yang Ling here to continue fighting with the devil. He couldn't do this, otherwise To be guilty for a lifetime.

The reason why Tian San didn't move was also very simple, he didn't want to leave, he wanted revenge.

"What's the matter with you guys? You talk about leaving here every day. Now that you can leave, you don't want to leave. Could it be that you don't want to part with me?" Yang Ling smiled as he looked at the two silent people.

Although Yang Ling was laughing, Fatty and Old Smoker couldn't. This was a difficult choice between life and death and friendship.

"Why don't you want to go?" Yang Ling broke the silence.

"Although I can't shoot a gun anymore, I still have one hand, I can still throw grenades, and I can kill devils." The old smoker found a lame reason for himself to stay.

Yang Ling turned his gaze to fat Tian San, waiting for his answer.

"I want to stay and avenge Brother Luo!" Fatty's answer was simple and direct.

Looking at the two people who looked like two wooden stakes in front of him, Yang Ling swears for the first time: "Shit, look at you now, can you still beat devils? It's not bad for devils to beat you, you stay on the battlefield It will only become a burden and cause more casualties..."

"Look at them, none of them want to leave, but if you have the opportunity, you want to stay and die. I think you are heartless or stupid?!"

Yang Ling pointed at the soldiers who were frustrated because they couldn't leave, and reprimanded the old smoker and the fat man mercilessly. Although the old smoker was the company commander, he didn't care.

"But..." Old Smoker wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Ling waving his hand: "If you don't want to be my burden, go away, go far away, and don't come back!"

Now the only ones Yang Ling was familiar with were Old Smoker and Fatty. The rest of them were killed. He didn't want them to die too. Since he had the chance to leave, he would never let them stay.

"I won't go!" Fatty Tian San stretched his neck, still persisting.

Yang Ling didn't have so much time to waste words with them, so he grabbed the butt of his gun and lashed at the fat man. The fat man limped and screamed, and was finally driven into the wounded soldiers.

"Brother Yang, promise me that you must live."

Facing Yang Ling's scolding and beating, the old smoker and the fat man walked away with the wounded soldiers. Looking at their leaving backs, Yang Ling felt empty in his heart.

Text Chapter 71 Health Team

The gray sky, the gray clouds, the gray space between the sky and the earth is full of long-lasting gunpowder smoke.

A promoted figure in a gray military uniform stands on a damp ridge against a gray background, with an expressionless face under a gray hat brim.

The remnants of the 61st Division were transferred to Songjiang under the order of Huang Jie, the commander of the Eighth Army. They were going to build a position in the Zhaojiajiao area to defend against the devils in the direction of the Huangpu River.

Yang Ling is a member of 61, and he is also an unlucky person who can barely drink cold water. The 61 Division has withdrawn, but he has to stay here to carry out a new mission.

Yang Ling was promoted again, from deputy company commander to company commander of the guard company, but his mood became even worse.

As the cold wind blew, he stretched out his hand to tighten the buttonless collar, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down the ups and downs in his heart.

Fate likes to joke, just like a drowning person, struggling desperately to survive, but the more he struggles, the more he sinks to the bottom.

Yang Ling wanted to leave the battlefield alive, but with an order from above, he had to go back to the battlefield where bullets were flying everywhere, and he was in a bad mood.

Of course, he was not the only one who was in a bad mood, and the more than 30 depressed soldiers lying or lying under the ridge were also extremely depressed.

Everyone wants to live, but the wish is beautiful, but the reality is extremely cruel. They were temporarily transferred to stay and are responsible for protecting a health team to the front line.

The battle on the front line of Yunzaobang has become intense. Facing the devil's aircraft and artillery, the defenders suffered heavy casualties. The number of wounded rose sharply and could not be sent down. The rear had to form a temporary medical team to go to the battlefield for rescue.

In this era when doctors are in short supply, health team members who can simply bandage and treat wounds are also precious, and they are extremely precious, at least much more important than ordinary soldiers like Yang Ling.

Status determines status, the health team can save lives and heal the wounded, but Yang Ling and the others can only kill with guns, so Yang Ling and the others are doomed to be the unlucky group of people.

The task of protecting the health team is actually very simple. If it is a fat job in normal times, you only need to stand guard. But this is a battlefield, and you have to go to the front line where the war is raging, and the simplicity has become complicated.

The battlefield is not a simple vocabulary, it means the rain of bullets, the smoke and blood, and the most important thing is that the lives on the battlefield are not their own.

Yang Ling hated the feeling of not being able to control his own destiny, but now he had to bite the bullet and go to the battlefield to perform the damn mission.

But as a soldier, it is his bounden duty to obey orders, even if there are mountains of swords and flames in front of him, he has to jump. He has no choice. This is a soldier, sad and helpless.

Now Yang Ling finally experienced the state of mind of the old smoking guns and the others. They knew they couldn't beat the devils, but when the charge sounded, they had to bite the bullet and rush forward to fight the devils. It's unlucky to die, but lucky to be alive.

Since fate cannot be changed, then face it bravely.

Yang Ling took off the [-] cap that was slung over his shoulder and sat down. He took out the bright yellow bullets from his pocket and pressed them into the barrel of the gun one by one. Prepare.

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"Company commander, they are here." The sentinel Jiao Ming bent over and ran over from a distance with a rifle made by Hanyang in his hand.

Yang Ling stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at the end of the dirt road. A team carrying medicine boxes was walking towards this side. Judging from their attire, they were the people he wanted to protect.

He stood up and put the [-] cap full of bullets on his shoulders again, his eyes glanced at the loose under the ridge, and the dejected soldiers ordered: "Don't be dazed, get ready to go out."

The frustrated soldiers stood up cursing, very reluctantly, they were in a bad mood.

In fact, going to the battlefield where they might die at any time, no one can feel better. They finally withdrew, and now they still can't escape that fate after going around.

The atmosphere seemed a bit dull, lifeless and depressing. The soldiers looked at the health team approaching in the distance with unfriendly eyes, full of resentment, thinking that you stayed in the safe rear and insisted on going to the front line, and dragged us even if you died. What kind of thing is this called as a backstop?

Looking at the loose soldiers with low morale, Yang Ling coughed heavily, and finally focused everyone's attention on himself.

"I don't know what's on your mind right now, and I don't want to know. I only have one request now. Before completing this mission, orders are strictly prohibited. If anyone violates the chain, don't blame me, Yang Ling, for being ruthless."

Yang Ling's voice was not loud, but it was loud, and every soldier could hear it clearly. Looking at the thin and tall figure standing on the ridge, the disturbed soldiers felt a little calm for no reason.

Yang Ling didn't say a lot of nonsense, nor did he give impassioned speeches to boost morale. He just made the simplest disciplinary requirements for the soldiers under his command.

It was the short and powerful disciplinary requirements that allowed the soldiers to see the strength and coldness in Yang Ling's bones.

They are all veterans on the battlefield, so they naturally know what kind of officer can lead them to live, not a babbling officer like a girl, but a decisive and strong officer like Yang Ling.

Yang Ling didn't wait for the soldiers standing under the ridge to react and agree. Since he was the temporary commander of the guard company, his words were orders, and there was no room for them to raise conditions or refuse. The only thing they had to do was to execute them.

"Disband now, check the weapons and ammunition, and leave in 5 minutes." Yang Ling waved his hand, regardless of the expressions of the soldiers standing there, and turned to meet the health team striding over.

Seeing Yang Ling turn around and leave after leaving these few words, the soldiers looked at each other, thinking that their chief really cherished words like gold.

But now that Yang Ling has given them an order and found something for them to do, they don't have time to lament their unlucky fate. What should come will come, and they can't escape. It's better to be fully prepared, maybe they can survive .