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

The light in the low house was dim, and the broken wooden door threw smoke and dust on the ground. The leader of the Devil Squadron couldn't see the appearance of Yang Ling who rushed in, so he subconsciously raised his lance and shot.

The leader of the devil squadron fired hastily, and the bullet rushed towards the door with gunpowder smoke. It didn't hit Yang Ling who rushed in, but hit the door frame, and a large piece of sawdust was blown away.

When the leader of the Devil Squadron was still about to shoot, the cowhide shoes wearing cleats had already kicked the leader of the Devil Squadron in the face, and the soles of the shoes inlaid with more than 30 anti-skid iron nails immediately made the face of the Captain of the Devil Squadron seem to have been stabbed by a hedgehog. There were dense blood holes, and it became completely unrecognizable.

"Ah!" The Devil Squadron let out a scream like killing a pig, and was kicked to the ground. The mud and dust on the ground covered his blood-stained face, and the lance in his hand flew out.

Yang Ling's eyes adapted to the dim light in the room, and he could clearly see Zhang Hongying, whose clothes were torn into strips curled up on the ground. The girl who always had a bright smile on her face was now full of tears, her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes were full of despair. The clear palm print made Yang Ling's heart ache.

Yang Ling didn't dare to look directly into Zhang Hongying's desperate and sad eyes. He felt that it was his incompetence that turned a flowery girl into this miserable appearance.

Immediately, a surge of anger rose in Yang Ling's heart, and he could no longer keep calm. He looked at the leader of the devil squadron who was screaming and crawling to grab the pistol. His whole body exuded a strong killing intent, and the bayonet hanging on the muzzle of the gun was lowered Hang, strode over.

Although the captain of the Devil Squadron had his face pierced with iron nails, he still wanted to grab the lance that had been thrown in the corner of the wall, and he still wanted to resist. His naked body was wriggling on the ground before he could put on any clothes. , like a big white bug, so ugly and ridiculous.

Seeing that he was about to grab the lance, he was just a little bit short, and the blood-stained studded cowhide army shoes fell heavily on his hand, and then he used force hard.

"Ah!" With ten fingers connected to each other, the leader of the devil squadron wanted to reach back to grab the hand of the lance, but at this moment the anti-slip iron nails had been deeply embedded in the soil. The screams penetrated the window and floated on the street, making people shudder.

Yang Ling has always been passive in beating devils. Although he killed a lot of devils, he has never found his position and has been drifting with the tide, because he always thinks that personal power is too small, and it is difficult to use all his strength. Change the established history.

Those villages turned into ruins, those swollen corpses in the stinking ditch, those comrades who were shot and fell to the ground one after another, saw too much, not so much that his heart became numb after seeing too much, it was better to say that he wanted to escape and turn a blind eye .

Zhang Hongying and the other female students who were in their youth left the safe and comfortable school, ran on the streets to fight against the war and save the country, and devoted themselves to the hail of bullets to save lives and heal the wounded. Their actions moved Yang Ling, but his heart was still numb and he still wanted to be alone.

It wasn't until these weak female health workers were captured by the ghost cavalry that he felt his heart hurt. He felt that these delicate flowers should not have fallen so early, so he led the team back to save them.

But he felt that he was still late, and he didn't dare to look at Zhang Hongying's sad and desperate eyes. In front of the beast-like devils, they could only use their weak strength to struggle, cry, and despair. Well, Yang Ling felt guilty. As a soldier, he felt extremely ashamed for drifting with the tide and retreating continuously.

They are soldiers, the last barrier of this country, but they are unable to protect those unarmed civilians, and have not fulfilled their responsibilities and obligations.

They watched countless people die under the bullets of devils, countless villages were turned into ruins, and countless women were ruined, allowing those devils to run rampant in their own country, causing scenes of tragedies to happen.

They are routing, they are cursing the officials who fled first, they are cursing why the weapons and equipment are not as good as humans, they are cursing that the devils are not as good as animals, but the tragedy is still happening, they are still routing, cursing has no effect.

These curses have become an excuse for them to shirk their responsibilities, and they have become an excuse to cover up their defeat. Now he feels that he should stand up and change something, what he should do as a man, as a soldier, He shouldn't just go with the flow. Looking at the leader of the Devil Squadron rolling on the ground, his gaze became firmer than ever.

puff!

Ah!

The bayonet pierced the devil squadron leader's chest.

"This knife is for my brothers who died!" The anger on Yang Ling's face disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by an unprecedented calm, which made one's heart palpitate.

puff!

"This knife is for those people who died!"

puff!

……

Yang Ling spoke calmly, the bayonet was pulled out and fell down continuously, dripping with blood, the leader of the devil squadron was bleeding all over his body, his screams turned into helpless groans, and in the end he couldn't even hear the groans, he stabbed more than a dozen knives, the devil The squadron leader completely died, and Yang Ling stopped, blood splattered all over his body.

The gunshots outside the house gradually taunted, but the screams still sounded from time to time. Facing the angry Chinese soldiers, the Devil Cavalrymen paid the price for their actions for the first time.

"Okay, the devil is dead, no one can hurt you anymore, no more..." Yang Ling walked up to Zhang Hongying who was curled up on the ground, and wrapped the cloak of the devil cavalry squadron leader around Zhang Hongying, covering her The whiteness of the cloth cannot be concealed.

Zhang Hongying felt the solidity and warmth from her broad shoulders. Hearing Yang Ling's familiar voice, her pretense of being strong was like shattered glass. All the grievances are poured out through tears.

She has always been the captain of the health team, the big sister in everyone's eyes, she can only bear with her grievances, and secretly wipes her tears in the dark because she has to be strong and is a role model for everyone.

She is an invincible strong woman, but she is still a woman. She can hold back vomiting in the face of those bloody wounded soldiers, and she can pretend not to be afraid in the face of bullets, but she is almost ruined in the face of ferocious devil soldiers. For the first time, she felt hopeless and helpless, and it was useless to shout her throat. After all, she was still a woman and needed a man to protect her.

Seeing Zhang Hongying, who was crying with pear blossoms and rain in her arms, finally fell asleep deeply, Yang Ling sighed helplessly. She had endured too many things that her age shouldn't bear, and she was too tired.

The devil soldiers in the village had been wiped out by the angry soldiers. Most of the devil soldiers died before they had time to wear their clothes and pants, but no one sympathized with them. For these beasts, Yang Ling and the others only had endless anger.

More than a dozen clever devil soldiers tried to escape from the other end of the village, but Qin Shou led his men to block the exit there, and the fleeing devil soldiers were beaten into a hornet's nest.

This is an unprecedented victory. More than 100 people in a devil cavalry squadron were all killed, and they lost only a dozen people. Many devil soldiers were chopped into meat by angry soldiers. Although it was a victory, Yang Ling and the others showed no The slightest feeling of joy that victory should have, instead, the heart is heavy.

Text Chapter 144 Responsibilities of Soldiers

The air was filled with the smell of blood, mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder, the remnant soldiers were panting heavily, their dirty bodies were wet and sticky, and the two consecutive fierce battles made them feel like they were rolling through a puddle of blood , turned into a blood man. ??

On the potholed streets, the corpses of naked devil soldiers were lying here and there. Viscous blood seeped out of their bodies and flowed to the ground. The brown soil was stained dark red.

The Devil Cavalry Squadron was wiped out, and none of the more than 120 people escaped. The platoon leader Qin Shou led his men to grope for valuables among the bloody corpses.

He turned a devil soldier who had been beaten into a hornet's nest, and the devil soldier's wide-eyed and ferocious face made him tremble in fright, and he sat down in the pool of blood behind him.

"Damn it, you're still scary when you're dead!" Qin Shou got up angrily and kicked the dead devil soldier a few times, which made his feet wearing straw sandals aching.

His eyes fell on the Devil Bing's feet, he knelt down and pulled the Devil Bing's leather shoes off, put them on his own feet and put them on, then he squatted down satisfied to take out the Devil Bing's pockets.

He took out a handful of blood-stained cloth strips from Gui Zibing's jacket pocket, and thought it was useless, he was about to throw it away, but Yang Ling stopped him when he saw it.

"Keep these badges. If you have the opportunity to take them back to their families, it will be a memory."

After being reminded by Yang Ling, Qin Shou realized that he was holding the same badge as his chest. Although bloodstained, he could vaguely discern the rank and name of the army on it.

In order to demonstrate their bravery, Guizibing likes to tear off the badges of Chinese soldiers killed by him as a souvenir.

Each badge is a brother of the National Revolutionary Army who was killed by devils. Seeing that he was holding such a large number of badges in his hand, it was obviously very light, but Qin Shou felt a little heavy, and he couldn't even lift his hands.

He stood up and kicked the devil's wide eyes fiercely, venting the anger in his heart, this damn devil has killed so many of his brothers.

After venting, he carefully stuffed these blood-stained badges into his pocket, planning to send these badges to the homes of these dead brothers in the future when the devils are beaten away, and they can be regarded as relics.

Thinking of beating the little devil away, Qin Shou lowered his head in frustration. He was being chased by the devil every day, when would it be a head? Can he really beat the little devil away? He couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

Yang Ling and the others came one step too late in the end. The female health workers of the health team only rescued more than a dozen people.

Those female health workers who were rescued were also stimulated, hugging each other and crying into a ball at this moment. Seeing the female health workers who were laughing and laughing not long ago turned into this miserable appearance, every soldier's chest was burning with anger.

"Damn you little devils!" What happened to the female health workers made the rout soldiers' eyes red, and they clenched their fists tightly, wishing to kill the little devils now to avenge them.

Yang Ling ordered the soldiers to collect the corpses of his comrades and bury them at the entrance of the village, while he called the temporarily appointed squad leader to hold a brief meeting in a dilapidated house.

What happened to the health team filled the originally numb and depressed squad leaders with righteous indignation. Everyone was simmering with anger and desperately wanted to find an outlet.

Yang Ling's eyes swept over the faces of these indignant platoon leaders, and he said slowly: "Everyone, the little devils have chased us all the way and killed countless of our brothers. We can't beat them and can only run, but devils and beasts are worse than ruining us again." Killed so many sisters in our health team, I, Yang Ling, am a man, I can't swallow this breath, can you show that you are not afraid of death, and fight devils with me for revenge—"

"I don't want to run away for a long time. When will this run be a head, company commander, just tell me what to do! If I, Liu Yidao, frown, I will be a son of a bitch!"

Liu Yidao fought the devils at the Xifengkou of the Great Wall in the north, and now he is fighting the devils in Shanghai. The people around him have changed countless times, and he has a blood feud with the devils. He knows the cruelty of the devils, so he took the lead in standing up to support Yang Ling.