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

It was already dark outside, Yang Ling took out his pocket watch from his coat pocket and looked at it. At eight o'clock in the evening, he sat up from the hard board, feeling a pain in his shoulder.

The meal is ready, a big steaming pot that I don’t know where I found it is steaming, the bacon and dog meat are cooked in the pot, and rice porridge is boiled in the pot next to it, everyone is holding broken bowls and lunch boxes He looked helplessly at Yang Ling who walked out of the room, waiting for the meal to be served.

"Give it to the first row, did you send it to the second row?"

The old Wangtou laughed and scolded: "They've already eaten it now, those bastards are like wolves, if I didn't watch them take away all the pot—"

Yang Ling felt hungry when he smelled the aroma, so he waved his hand: "Dinner!"

Large pieces of meat, fragrant porridge, Yang Ling and the others ate a warm and full meal that night.

Text Chapter 98 Refugees

The dilapidated and messy house was simply tidied up by Old Wangtou and the others. A few door panels were laid on the floor, and a shabby bedding found in a nearby room was placed on the floor, and a simple bed was made.

A bonfire in the center of the room was burning with crackling orange flames. The heat from the bonfire made the room warm and kept the cold out of the windows.

Dozens of people in the third row lived in several surrounding courtyards. Compared with the sleeping trenches where they had been living and sleeping in the open before, this place is like a paradise.

The chief soldiers were exhausted, wrapped in torn bedding, and quickly fell asleep, snoring loudly. Yang Ling slept for a while in the afternoon, and at the moment, he didn't feel sleepy at all. He sat by the fire, pulled a piece of cloth and began to wipe his gun. .

The gun is the second life of a soldier. Although the [-] cap in Yang Ling's hand was seized by the devil, he has been fed with bullets for so long, and he is familiar with and easy to use. He wiped and cleaned it carefully. A simple maintenance was performed for the residue remaining in the barrel.

Although it was almost midnight, the sound of guns from the east was still ringing non-stop, and from time to time pale flashes of light flashed past the papered windows. Yang Ling shook his head and sighed. Fortifications, how could it be so difficult.

Relying on simple trenches in the plains to fight positional warfare against well-equipped devil soldiers is completely relying on human lives to pile up. Once the devils come, they have to reimburse a squad or a company. This is not the way to fight at all.

However, Yang Ling is now just a small company commander whose life is in danger. He is humble and weak, and he is powerless to change the brutal and cruel war. Besides, the balance of victory and defeat cannot be changed by just one person.

This is a game between two countries. The national strength of both sides is determined by the war. There is no doubt that China's national strength is more than one level behind Japan at this moment. If it lags behind, it will be beaten, which is vividly reflected here.

Yang Ling didn't know when he fell asleep. He vaguely felt someone patting him on the shoulder, and his body instinctively pinched the hand patting the shoulder.

"Oops - I said company commander, lightly... lightly..." Yang Ling opened his eyes and saw the old Wangtou who was grinning and screaming through the faint light scattered by the fire.

Yang Ling let go of Old Wangtou's hand, looked at the still dark night outside and asked, "Old Wangtou, what are you doing without sleeping in the middle of the night?"

The old Wang rubbed his swollen hand and complained: "Commander, you are really hard on your hands, this wrist is almost broken."

"You deserve it, who told you to walk without even making a sound—" Yang Ling said angrily.

"Is there something wrong?" Yang Ling stared outside and asked.

Old Wang nodded his head: "Just now the second platoon leader sent someone to say that a group of refugees wanted to enter the town to rest, but they stopped them and asked you for instructions, what should I do?"

"Refugees?" Yang Ling frowned. In the afternoon, they cleaned up the surrounding area. Everyone fled. There were no refugees there.

"Did that group of refugees say where they came from?"

"They said they came from the city and are going to Nanjing."

After Yang Ling thought for a moment, he grabbed the [-] rifle leaning against the wall and said, "Let's go and have a look."

The night was dark, and Yang Ling shivered when he walked out of the room with a gust of cold wind. He stretched out his hands to tighten his thin old military uniform, and followed Old Wangtou straight to the second row.

The two walked on the desolate and dilapidated street like two ghosts, their shoes clattering on the broken rubble.

"Who is it!" A cold cry came from the darkness ahead when approaching the intersection on the east side, and several sentinels with guns came out from the houses on both sides.

"I'm Yang Ling."

After seeing clearly that it was Yang Ling and the others, the sentries with guns hid in the darkness again. Yang Ling was very pleased that they were able to maintain such a high level of vigilance.

These are all veterans who crawled out of the dead. The only advantage is that they have rich combat experience, and they will not relax their vigilance at night like those recruits.

The second platoon is in charge of guarding the east street intersection. The leader of the second platoon is an old and steady man. In addition to placing a few sentries in the houses near the street, he also put a few secret sentries outside the town. The refugees were discovered in advance by the secret sentry outside the town.

The people in the second platoon were all called up by the second platoon leader at this moment, and they were holding their guns to cover themselves. The guns were aimed at the more than 30 refugees standing at the intersection of the street carrying large and small bags.

"Boss, we won't go into the town to disturb you, we'll just make do with the night outside." Some of the refugees, perhaps impatient with waiting, turned around and left after saying hello to the second platoon leader standing at the street corner.

"What's the rush? We've already asked the commander for instructions. Wait a minute." Looking at the dark street, the second platoon leader murmured, why the company commander hasn't given any news yet.

Facing the second platoon leader's persuasion, the refugee who spoke waved his hand: "No, no, we still don't bother the bosses."

"Let's go, let's go over there to rest." As he spoke, he called the refugees to walk towards the side of the town.

"What's going on?" Yang Ling also got the news and rushed over. Seeing the refugees who were about to leave, he asked the second platoon leader about the situation.

The second platoon leader replied helplessly: "They won't enter the town anymore, they have to deal with it outside for one night."

Seeing those refugees carrying big and small bags, Yang Ling shook his head and ordered: "Go and call them back and let them enter the town to spend the night."

The cold and humid Jiangnan area is already cold at night, and besides, they are close to the Suzhou Creek, so the humidity is heavy. If they sleep outside for a night, they will definitely get sick.

After receiving the order, the second platoon leader led people to chase the refugees back and let them spend the night in the town.

There were not many refugees, only about 30 people, both men and women were all dirty and carrying packages of all sizes. Hearing that Yang Ling let them spend the night in the town, he was very grateful to Yang Ling.

"Thank you, boss. The boss is always a good man..." The refugees bowed to Yang Ling to express their gratitude.

Yang Ling waved his hands and told the old Wangtou behind him: "Old Wangtou, you take them to the yards that haven't been bombed to make do for the night. They are all our people, and share the rest of our food with them. a little."

"Big guy, go forward, there are a few courtyards where people can live." Old Wangtou was also willing to help these refugees and greeted them warmly.

Yang Ling and the others are soldiers, and the duty of soldiers is to defend their homes and the country, but now that the devils are coming, they are retreating steadily, and these ordinary people have to flee with their families. Yang Ling feels deeply guilty.

After such a toss in the middle of the night, Yang Ling didn't feel sleepy at all, so he went to a row of guard posts with his gun in his hand, and after everything was all right, he turned around and prepared to go back to sleep.

But when he raised his head, the old Wang head rushed over in a hurry.

"Company Commander, some of the refugees feel that something is wrong." Old Wang's face was a little dignified. Although he had not been a platoon leader for long, his eyesight was not bad.

"What's wrong?" Yang Ling was also stunned, and asked immediately.

"Several people don't look like refugees. When they enter the town, their eyeballs roll around. They don't look like good people."

"Could you be mistaken?"

The old Wang shook his head, and Yang Ling's complexion suddenly became serious. He just glanced around in the dark, and saw that there were men and women with their families among the refugees. They shouldn't be like spies, but since the old man Wang Tou said, then we have to investigate carefully.

Yang Ling was silent for a moment and then said: "Well, you ask some brothers to go and have a look again in the name of delivering food. After confirming that it is correct, we will directly arrest and interrogate them. If there is no problem, we will release them."

The so-called extraordinary means are used in extraordinary times. Now that the fighting ahead is fierce and the enemy's situation is complicated, there is no guarantee that spies will not infiltrate the refugees to inquire about the military situation.

Text Chapter 99 Spies

The regiment headquarters of the supplementary regiment was set up in a private house in the center of Jiangqiao Town. What Liu Ming meant was that it could remotely control the four streets, and he could respond immediately to any situation in that street. ??