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

In the field hospital of the Garrison Command in the suburbs of Nanjing, thousands of wounded soldiers transported from the front line cried day and night. Most of them were carried in bloody and mutilated, and then carried out with stiff limbs.

The former health worker Zhang Hongying has now become a glorious medical soldier. More and more wounded soldiers have been transported from the front line, and she is already too busy to touch the ground.

Although sleepy and tired, she never complained of suffering, because compared to those frontline soldiers who were beaten to pieces, their suffering and tiredness were nothing at all.

"Carry it away." Seeing that the wounded soldier who was delivered in the morning was no longer alive, Zhang Hongying sighed helplessly, and waved to the stretcher team to be carried out of the ward.

"Hongying, you haven't closed your eyes for two days, you should go and squint for a while." Seeing the haggard Zhang Hongying, the doctor Zhou Wenru came over a little distressed, and persuaded him.

Zhang Hongying stroked the scattered hair on her forehead, forced a smile and said, "Doctor Zhou, I'm not tired."

Seeing how brave Zhang Hongying was, the doctor Zhou Wenru sighed and handed her the lunch box in his hand: "I just went to pick up some eggs, and they were still warm. You should eat them quickly. Although rescuing the wounded is important, but Don't get tired too."

"Doctor Zhou, this is yours, I can't take it..." As a medical soldier, Zhang Hongying clearly knew that there were no eggs in their food supply, only doctors had them.

"I've already eaten it, so hurry up and eat it while it's hot." Doctor Zhou Wenru didn't wait for Zhang Hongying's rebuttal, put the lunch box in her hand, turned around and went to work.

"Hongying, Hongying, good news, good news—" A female medical soldier rushed into the ward with a newspaper in her hand.

Zhang Hongying hurriedly made a shh gesture, and hurriedly pulled her carefree best friend out of the ward.

"What good news, I hope it makes you happy." Seeing the excited female medical soldier with a flushed face, Zhang Hongying laughed.

"Here is the news of the supplementary group..."

Before the female medical soldier could finish speaking, Zhang Hongying seemed to be stimulated, and impatiently grabbed the newspaper in her hand and read it: "Where is it, where is it."

Body 2 Chapter [-] Flies and Bulls

The cold and damp winter rain enveloped the land, and a pile of firewood was crackling and burning in the house in Wuming Village, and the whole house was smoky and warm.

The damp gray military uniform hanging on the dry branches next to the fire is emitting misty steam from the smoke of the fire. Yang Ling sat on the wooden bench steadily, holding a rag in his hand and carefully wiping and maintaining the half-new military uniform. Thirty-eight big covers.

The gun is the second life of a soldier. It can not only kill the enemy, but also protect himself on the battlefield, so Yang Ling will maintain the gun whenever he has free time.

Because he knows that only by taking good care of the gun like a child can it not drop the chain at critical times and give you enough safety.

Old Smoker's tattered military uniform was full of traces of gunpowder smoke, and his unshaven face was full of the vicissitudes of the years. He sat opposite Yang Ling, puffing out smoke rings. The smoke rings slowly rose and expanded and then dissipated. It seems to be telling many silent stories.

From time to time, the old smoker looked up at Yang Ling who was cleaning the [-] rifle calmly, and then turned his gaze to the dancing flames on the fire, wondering what he was thinking.

Old Smoker has been fighting in the army for many years. The people around him have changed one after another. Everyone else died, but he is still alive. He is not only experienced in the battlefield, but also sophisticated.

With his qualifications and ability, he can actually seek a higher position, but he knows that he is not the material to be an officer, so he can only protect himself, not others.

So he would rather be a small company commander, neither intrigue with others because of interests, nor be called around because he belongs to rotten garlic, free and lazy, he is used to this kind of life.

He doesn't have any national righteousness and patriotism in his head. Whoever pays the army can do it with whoever he is. He used to fight civil wars with the commander-in-chief, and now he fights devils with the chairman. Whether he wins or loses, he cares more about his own life.

Although Yang Ling had saved his life several times, he was very grateful, but being grateful did not mean that he could give his life to Yang Ling to take risks.

Yang Ling stayed in the enemy-occupied area to hide and wanted to take the opportunity to play tricks on the devils. The old smoker felt that it was not very reliable. They only had more than 40 brothers in total, but the devils were overwhelming.

Their small number of people and the large number of devils with their well-equipped equipment were undoubtedly like hitting eggs with stones. The result was obvious. Although he believed in Yang Ling's ability, he was more worried about his own life. He felt that it was safe to retreat to Jiangyin after all.

The old smoking gun put down the dry smoking gun in his hand, his eyes glanced at the dancing flames and fell on Yang Ling who was carefully cleaning the rifle, and he broke the silence: "Brother Yang, why don't we retreat to Jiangyin first."

Yang Ling stopped wiping, raised his head and asked, "Why do you want to withdraw?"

After hesitating for a moment, the old smoker replied: "We are only a few dozen brothers, the devils are overwhelming, I don't think we need to die in vain."

Faced with the old smoker's worries, Yang Ling smiled knowingly: "It is precisely because of our small number that this is our advantage."

The old smoker raised his head and asked in bewilderment, "How can there be an advantage if there are fewer people?"

In the habitual thinking of the old smoker, more people are more powerful, and fewer people must be at a disadvantage. He is waiting for Yang Ling's explanation.

"How many people did we invest in the Shanghai battle?" Yang Ling stretched out his finger and said, "More than 80 divisions, 80 million people."

"But the devils, the troops invested successively are less than 6, but we are still defeated."

"So the victory or defeat of a war sometimes does not depend on the number of people, but is the result of a combination of multiple factors such as weapons and equipment, soldiers' military literacy, and the environment."

After hearing Yang Ling's words, Old Smoker nodded thoughtfully. He also participated in the Battle of Shanghai. Although they had the upper hand in numbers, the devil's artillery fire hit their heads and faces. heavy.

"Although we only have about 40 brothers now, although we seem to have a small number, they are all veterans who crawled out of the dead. We have sufficient ballistics. Although we can't beat the big groups of devils, it is still easy to eat small groups of devils. "

The old smoker also agrees with Yang Ling's analysis. Although the number of people is small, their combat effectiveness is definitely not weak.

"There are so many devils now, and the powerful ones are like a rampaging bull. Compared with the devils, we are like inconspicuous flies, with little strength." Yang Ling made an inappropriate metaphor.

"Even if our power as weak as a fly withdraws to Jiangyin to join the battle, do you think we can stop the devil like a bull?"

The old smoker shook his head, there were too few of them.

"But if we stay in the enemy's rear, find out the weakness of this bull, and give him a hard blow, the effect will definitely be much greater than going back to participate in the battle, and we are small in number, even if the devil, this bull, finds us Only harass the flies, do you think they can catch us?"

Without waiting for Old Smoker to answer, Yang Ling answered for him: "They definitely won't be able to catch us. We have few people and our target is so small. If we hide anywhere, they will be caught blind."

"Now it's raining continuously in winter, and it's our territory, which is more beneficial to us..."

Yang Ling analyzed the advantages one by one to the old smoker, and soon the old smoker relaxed his brows. According to Yang Ling, staying behind the enemy line is safer and more effective than going back.

"Then when are we going to fight the devils?" Yang Ling's words had already dispelled the old smoker's idea of ​​withdrawing immediately, and he couldn't wait to fight the devils.

After all, as Yang Ling said, they are like inconspicuous flies now, even if the devil is fooled, the devil will have nothing to do with them for a while.

Facing the excited smoker, Yang Ling shook his head: "We can't act yet."

"We have been tossing around for a while. The devils have been prepared for a long time. If we attack now, we will not achieve the best results. Brothers have been tossing enough these days and need to rest."

"It's better for us to rest for a few more days, wait for the devils to lower their defenses, and at the same time we find out the surrounding situation, and then attack at that time, the so-called silence is enough, a blockbuster, if we want to kill the devils, we have to make a big blow, let them hurt Half a year!"

Hearing what Yang Ling said, the old smoker became excited, eagerly hoping that day would come as soon as possible.

Just as the old smoker was talking to Yang Ling, the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind poured into the room, and a drenched Yang Dashu appeared at the door.

"Battalion Commander, there is a situation!"

Body 2 Chapter [-] Spies?

Yang Ling's caution is due to professional habits, because as a soldier, he must be vigilant at all times, so as not to let the enemy take advantage of the loopholes and cause him to suffer losses. ?? ≠

Although the devils only controlled the larger towns along the roads and railways due to their military strength, and the vast rural areas were still safe, Yang Ling still did not relax his vigilance after entering Wuming Village to hide.

In addition to the clear sentries inside and outside the village, he also arranged dark sentries and mobile sentries about five miles away from Wuming Village. As long as the enemy approached, they would have enough time to react.

"What's the situation?" Yang Ling quickly pressed the bullet into the magazine, and stood up with a serious expression.