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

The sound of the roaring motor reached the ears of the remnant soldiers. They looked up, and there were a few small black dots in the gray sky. They were getting closer and closer, and finally they could see clearly that it was a ghost plane with a plaster flag on it. .

"Damn, are these big birds flying around overhead all day annoying?"

Luo Dayong lay on his back in the weeds, pointing at the ghost plane passing overhead and cursing loudly, venting his dissatisfaction.

The old smoker leisurely took out the paper box of matches with only a few sticks left in his pocket, flicked and ignited the pipe in his hand, and started puffing again, with a contented expression on his face, as if the smoke could clear the air. Sorrow can make him forget the war.

Holding the [-] cap in his hand, Yang Ling squinted his eyes to aim at the three Devil planes passing by at low altitude, and watched them disappear into the eastern sky. He finally put down the gun. He didn't believe that the rifle in his hand could Get off the plane.

Soon there was a roaring explosion from the east, and the ground trembled slightly. Yang Ling knew that the devil's plane was bombing the defenders' position again.

For such a result, Yang Ling felt a little helpless and a little sad. The country was poor and weak. The Chinese army had completely lost control of the air after fierce fighting. Facing the non-stop bombing by Devil planes day and night, the defenders could only be angry and helpless.

After the devil's plane passed by, Yang Ling stood up and patted the dirt on his body and continued to walk ahead with the [-] cover in his hand to explore the way.

Now the devil's plane flies overhead at least ten times a day, and Yang Ling is not so much used to it as he is numb.

The fierce battle between the Chinese army and the devils in the Shanghai area has been going on for more than a month, and the two sides are now in a state of anxiety, the defense lines are intertwined, fierce fighting is everywhere, and gunfire is everywhere.

The old smoker caught up with Yang Ling who was in front and asked, "Brother Yang, where have we been?"

Yang Ling looked around, knelt down, took out a wrinkled map from his pocket, laid it flat on the ground, and carefully compared the surrounding environment.

The map was taken by Yang Ling's dead Devil Captain. The map is very detailed. Every river and every village is clearly marked. It is obvious that Devil's spies have done a lot of work before the war started.

In this era without satellites, it is undoubtedly a huge project to complete such a detailed topographic map by hand. Moreover, it is on Chinese soil, which makes it even more difficult. It has to be said that the devils have been spying on China for a long time. premeditated.

Although I don't know why such a detailed map appeared on a low-level officer of the devil, but there are not so many reasons in the world, as long as it can help myself, why bother to investigate so much.

Yang Ling checked it carefully and folded the map again and put it in his pocket. He stood up and pointed to the front: "There should be a village in front of you. After the village, you should be Liu Xing."

The small village is located on the edge of the reed marshes, with only about 20 households, but now the doors of each house are closed and locked, and it is empty and desolate.

"I'll go and see if there's anything to eat." Luo Dayong, carrying a light machine gun with a crooked handle, smashed open a door with his hand, and walked in excitedly.

Soon there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets. Yang Ling did not stop Luo Dayong's behavior, because he knew that with the expansion of the war, this area would soon become a battlefield.

Yang Ling is not a dead-headed person. Although he was educated not to take the masses one by one, the situation is very different now. Rather than making these things cheaper for the devils, it is better to make himself and others cheaper.

"Everyone go in and rest. We'll pass the defense line at night." Yang Ling waved at the tired soldiers, and walked towards a small two-story attic not far away with his gun in his arms.

Now that they have reached the edge of the battlefield where the two sides are fighting, the Chinese army is fighting fiercely with the defenders. It is undoubtedly a huge test for Yang Ling to safely cross the battlefield and return to the area controlled by the Chinese army.

The small attic on the second floor has a wide view and a good shooting range. Yang Ling put his [-] big cover flat on his hand, sat down against the wall to rest, and prepared to recharge his energy so that he could act better at night.

Old Smoker and the others were like ghosts entering the village, sweeping the small settlement. They searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time before they found a few sweet potatoes.

Just as the old smoker and the others were about to cook the yams to fill their stomachs, Yang Ling walked into the room with a serious expression on his gun.

"Someone is coming this way!"

Hearing someone coming, the remnant soldiers all looked terrified, and hurriedly grabbed their weapons and got up from the ground. Luo Dayong cursed and put a sweet potato into his pocket.

The remnants were leaning against the window, their bullets loaded, watching the outside through the gap in the window.

Soon there were footsteps coming from the street outside, and more than a dozen ashen-faced soldiers holding centering rifles appeared in everyone's field of vision, looking around vigilantly.

This should also be a Chinese army that was dispersed by the devils. They looked sleepy and tired. Although they tried their best to maintain vigilance, it was still difficult to hide the tiredness on their faces.

After Yang Ling glanced over these soldiers, he stopped on a woman in a gray military uniform. Looking at the woman who was faintly protected in the center, Yang Ling frowned, why was there a woman.

"It turned out to be one of our own." Luo Dayong muttered and put away his gun.

"Who!" When the soldiers outside heard the movement in the room, they all pointed their guns at this side, and a company commander leading the team shouted coldly.

The old smoker took a fierce look at Luo Dayong, who made a movement, and hurriedly shouted outside: "Don't get me wrong, my own people, my own people."

Text Chapter 11 Devil Squadron

The gray military uniforms on Yang Ling and the other six people could no longer see their original color clearly, and they were dirty and smelly, giving off a sloppy image of beggars.

But the [-] big cover rifles in their hands and the crooked light machine gun in Luo Dayong's hands made no one dare to underestimate them.

Seeing that it was a friendly army, Company Commander Zhang waved to the soldiers behind him, telling them to put down their guns, and the tense atmosphere in the air suddenly relaxed.

"Rest in place."

Company Commander Zhang gave an order, and the sleepy and tired dozen or so soldiers suddenly fell to the ground, slumped on the ground without any image.

"Brother, which unit are you from?" Company Commander Zhang walked over and asked.

The old smoker put down the [-] big cover rifle in his hand, straightened his rickety body, and tried to make himself look taller.

"We belong to Division 61."

Hearing this answer, a look of contempt flashed across Company Commander Zhang's face. The 61st Division was defeated by the devils at Wusongkou and suffered heavy losses. Even the division commander was dismissed. What an air.

His eyes fixed on the [-]-cap rifles in the hands of the old smokers and Noye said: "You guys are lucky, where did you pick up so many devil's [-]-cap rifles?"

The old smoker was not angry. He stared at the female soldier sitting against the wall with squinting eyes and said with a smile to Company Commander Zhang, "You guys are not bad. You also picked up a woman. I don't have such luck."

Hearing the ridicule in the old smoker's words, Zhang Lianchang smiled sarcastically, and immediately changed the subject without saying a word.

He approached the old smoker, and said in a deliberative tone: "Brother, you see that there are devils everywhere, how about we work together? There are more people and more strength."

The old smoker calculated in his mind that the other party had more than ten guns, and his side had only six guns in total, and there were more than 20 guns in total. It seemed that his side was taking advantage. He was about to say yes, when Yang Ling next to him He coughed heavily.

The old smoker swallowed the words again, and immediately changed his words: "Let us discuss it."

Zhang Lianchang glanced at Yang Ling, and then readily agreed: "That's fine, you can discuss it first." After speaking, he turned and returned to their team.

"Brother Yang, I think this deal is a good deal. Why do you want to stop me?" When he returned to the house, he couldn't wait to pull Yang Ling to ask why before he sat down on the pipe.

Yang Ling was as white as an old smoker, and mumbled to the woman sitting against the wall opposite the gate, "Did you see that woman?"

"Isn't it just a woman?" Old Smoker muttered and then added: "Brother Yang, you don't really like that woman, do you?"

The old smoker was also taken aback by his own thoughts. This woman is indeed pretty, and Yang Ling is also worth it.

Yang Ling shook his head helplessly, it all happened to him.

"Let me tell you the truth, that woman is a burden. If we team up with them, it seems that we will take advantage of it, but crossing the battlefield must be fast. Do you think you can run fast with a woman?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison, and the old smoker suddenly realized that, damn it, if Yang Ling hadn't reminded him, he would have been complacent about almost jumping into the fire pit.

"One more thing, we have six guns, and they have more than ten guns. Together, it seems that there are more people and more strength, but there are more people, and the targets are bigger. The easier it is for the devils to find us, the more dangerous we are."

After hearing Yang Ling's explanation, the five remnant soldiers all felt that it made sense, and they immediately admired Yang Ling again.