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

"Everyone who is still alive squeaks!"

As soon as Qin Shou's words fell, the weak voices of the defeated soldiers sounded continuously in the surrounding darkness.

"Brothers, we were besieged by devils. I'm afraid we will have to confess here today. Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid of an egg, I've already killed enough of Ben!"

"I'm a good man again after 18 years!"

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"Okay, they're all gentlemen!" Qin Shou grinned and said, "All gather the grenades, and let's give the devil a good time before we die!"

Just when Qin Shou and the others were determined to die and decided to use hand grenades to kill the devils, suddenly there was a fierce exchange of fire outside.

The ghost soldiers were approaching Qin Shou and the others with their guns in hand, but suddenly a row of bullets came from their backs, and they fell to the ground in pieces like cutting wheat.

Lieutenant Guizi was holding up his saber and preparing to order an assault on the besieged Chinese rout. Yang Dashu was holding a fluttering machine gun in his arms and shot a shuttle of bullets, which immediately punched Lieutenant Guizi's body full of transparent holes.

Lieutenant Guizi fell to the ground, not completely dead, with sticky blood oozing from his mouth, staring at the Chinese soldiers who broke out from the siege and coming back, his face was full of reconciliation, his head went black and he lost consciousness.

Yang Ling charged forward with a [-] rifle in his hand, with almost no bullets. He kept pulling the bolt and triggering the trigger, and the devils standing in front of him kept falling to the ground.

Yang Dashu was the most violent, the machine gun hanging around his neck was used as a submachine gun for him, there was almost no devil standing alive within the range of the machine gun, and they all became the ghosts under his gun.

"It's the Battalion Commander! The Battalion Commander and the others are back to save us!" Seeing Yang Ling rushing forward amidst the flames, some broken soldiers shouted excitedly.

Qin Shou held a few blood-stained melon grenades in his hands, and was ready to die with the devils. Yang Ling rushed back, his nose was sour, and he shed tears uncontrollably. The tears were blackened by the gunpowder smoke. Flowing down his face, he suddenly turned into a big painted face.

"Brothers! Kill the devil!" The sound of the gun brought Qin Shou back to reality. He grabbed the melon grenade and stood up abruptly, roaring and flinging towards the devil outside the trench.

The rumbling explosion was deafening, and more than a dozen remnants of the remaining soldiers stood up from the trenches and launched a counter-attack. In this way, most of the devils in a small team were reimbursed in the combined internal and external attacks.

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, Yang Ling saw the disheveled Qin Shou, and hurriedly asked, "How many brothers are left?"

Qin Shou was very grateful to Yang Ling and the others for taking the risk to come back to save them. He pointed to more than a dozen wounded soldiers behind him and said, "The ones who are almost dead are here, and those who can still move are here."

Looking at the dozen or so routs, Yang Ling secretly thought that there was no death at all, so he immediately ordered: "Follow me to break out!"

The defeated soldiers originally thought they were bound to die, but now they were rescued by Yang Ling rushing back. This sense of hopelessness made them feel like they were dreaming, but the devils rushing around made them realize that they were still on the battlefield and hadn't Out of danger, he immediately grabbed his gun and followed Yang Ling and the others to charge out.

But this time, Yang Ling and the others were not so lucky. They almost killed the devil's position and entered and exited twice. Rao, the clay figurines were also a little bit angry. Chase and block Yang Ling and the others, and want to kill them to vent their hatred!

"Break out to the north!" Seeing that the devils had already blocked their way with heavy troops, if they forced their way through, they might not be able to break out if they were all dead, so they led people to break out to the north where the devils had weak defenses without hesitation.

When Yang Dashu heard that Yang Ling was going to order to go north, he hurriedly reminded: "Battle Commander, going north we are getting farther and farther away from Huashan."

"I can't care so much anymore, let's talk about it first!"

Although Yang Ling and the others rescued Qin Shou and the others after killing them, the road to Huashan was blocked by heavy devils, so they could only change direction and head north.

Just as Yang Ling and the others were breaking out in a bloody battle to the north, Wu Jiang and the others, who broke out from the west, met the 667 regiment troops who came to meet them. With the support of friendly troops, the devil soldiers chasing behind them were quickly repelled. Successfully crossed the blockade and ended his escape career.

Text 2 and Chapter [-] Morale!

More than 30 soldiers in a state of distress ran staggeringly at night, panting heavily, falling into the muddy rice fields from time to time, struggling to get up, and crossing the dilapidated and dead villages. ≈

They ran all the way to a dark forest, and Yang Ling, whose forehead was dripping with sweat, stopped, panting with his hands on his knees, and ordered: "Stop - go to the woods to rest!"

The exhausted soldiers entered the dark forest, slipped and fell to the ground like mud, and then lay down on the ground to breathe fresh air.

Qin Shou was out of breath from running, sat down on the ground and then lay on his back on the ground, his eyes looked through the gaps in the woods, and saw that a full moon came out of the dark clouds at some point and hung in the sky.

Looking at the extremely bright moon hanging in the sky like a pancake, Qin Shou grinned. Hearing that the underworld is dark, he was lucky enough to live again.

The soldiers who survived the bloody battle also laughed one after another, laughing that they were still alive, and suddenly there was a strange laugh in the dark forest, which made people feel like the howling of a lonely ghost, and it was creepy to hear.

Yang Ling ran all the way, his tattered clothes were already soaked through, the military uniform on his body had been worn for a long time, and he rolled over in the puddles of blood of corpses countless times. Sweat smelled sour.

The soldiers were similar to Yang Ling. They looked sloppy in ragged clothes, but until now, the place was still clean, and it would be nice to be alive.

The broken soldiers who escaped from death on the 30th first grinned happily that they were alive, and soon some of them turned into low-pitched convulsions.

Although they narrowly escaped death and recovered their lives from the battlefield, those brothers who fought side by side for so long lay on the battlefield forever without even a single body falling down. uncomfortable.

"Why are you crying! They are all old men! Don't cry like a woman! What are you talking about!" Yang Ling looked at the soldiers who were crying softly, and shouted.

Although they temporarily escaped from the pursuit of the ghost soldiers, the situation was still dangerous. Crying at such a time would greatly affect the morale of the people around them. Yang Ling would never allow such a thing to happen.

Because morale is like the air in a balloon, once it is vented, it is difficult to gather again in a short period of time. Now they still need to fight to survive, and a group of people who have no morale and fighting spirit will greatly reduce their fighting power.

The company commander, Qin Shou, thought differently from Yang Ling. He felt that it was a bit cold-blooded and inhuman for Yang Ling to scold these grieving soldiers. After all, was it wrong to be sad when he watched his brothers who fought side by side die?

"Battalion Commander, they are venting their feelings. It's no big deal, just cry..." Qin Shou saw Yang Ling yell at him, but he hurriedly stood up to smooth things over when he said something that hurt his feelings.

But Yang Ling didn't accept Qin Shou's affection, but continued to say: "I know that many brothers died at the hands of the devil, you feel uncomfortable, and I also feel uncomfortable! But can crying solve the problem?!"

Yang Ling growled hoarsely: "Crying won't solve the problem! It will only make you appear incompetent! Cowardly!"

Hearing Yang Ling's words, the soldiers who thought Yang Ling was a little unreasonable stopped crying and twitching, and listened quietly to Yang Ling's words.

"The devil killed our brother, this is a blood feud! Crying is useless, the devil will only laugh at us, and then continue to kill our people and our brothers!"

Every word of Yang Ling's words was like a needle, piercing the hearts of the defeated soldiers, but they couldn't find a reason to refute, because they suddenly felt that crying was really useless.

Yang Ling paused and raised his clenched fists: "Blood revenge needs blood! The devil killed our brother, what we have to do is not cry impotently! Instead, gather strength and muster the courage to take revenge!"

"Yes! Revenge!" Yang Ling's words resonated with a broken soldier. He stretched out his sleeve and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes indiscriminately. He looked at Yang Ling and said, "Battle Commander, take us to revenge!"

Some rout soldiers clenched their fists and echoed: "Battalion Commander, how do you fight! As long as we kill the devils for revenge, we will obey you. If I frown, I am not a mother!"

Yang Ling looked at the raging soldiers and nodded in satisfaction. Their morale had not been let down at all. As long as they still had fighting spirit and blood, their fighting power would be unleashed.

He stretched out his hand and pressed down, stopping the rout soldiers from chattering to fight: "The devils are equipped, and there are a lot of people. Look at you, all of you are tired and exhausted. Going to the devils now is not revenge. That's death!"

"We are not afraid of death!"

"I know you are not afraid of death, but I am afraid that your death is not worth it! If you die in vain, who will avenge those dead brothers?"

Yang Ling's question left the defeated soldiers speechless, Qin Shou raised his head and asked, "Then what should we do?"

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Yang Ling waved his hand: "Rest from your mission now, eat to replenish your strength! Only when you are full and strong enough can you fight devils!"

"Listen to the battalion commander, eat and drink enough to beat the devils!" The soldiers chewed on Yang Ling's words, and immediately felt that they made sense.

The emotions of the defeated soldiers were mobilized by Yang Ling. They were no longer depressed and decadent at this moment, but breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. Yang Ling believed that now that he ordered them to charge to the devil's bunker, they would not even frown.

Yang Ling and the others killed a lot of devils along the way, and these were not soldiers who had fought in battle. They knew how to put ammunition and food in their pockets without Yang Ling's instructions.