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

Seeing the high fighting spirit of the company platoon leaders, Yang Ling nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, let's leave everyone. Go back and have a good rest and sleep to recharge your spirits. I'm afraid we'll have to fight a tough battle tomorrow." Yang Ling waved his hand to announce the end of the meeting.

Even the platoon leaders returned to their positions, but Yang Ling didn't have time to rest, so he inspected the position himself to make sure there were no mistakes.

On the west side of their guerrilla camp, the devil's artillery was still bombarding the Chinese defenders. Those bright flashes made the dark night sky as bright as day. .

The veterans in the camp didn't care about these cold shots in the distance. They slept soundly in the bunkers and foxholes. When Yang Ling passed by on patrol, he could even hear the snoring inside. Yang Ling sighed secretly Well, the composure and calmness of the veterans are not comparable to those of the recruits.

The student soldier Wang Zikun was tossing and turning in the foxhole, unable to sleep. The sound of the rumbling guns in the distance was like a curse, which made him feel uneasy, so he simply got out of the foxhole and sat up.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Yang Ling patrolled past and asked Wang Zikun who was staring at the night sky in a daze.

Wang Zikun looked up and saw that the black shadow approaching was Yang Ling, he hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Sir, I can't sleep."

Yang Ling smiled to express his understanding, and waved for Wang Zikun to sit down, and he sat down next to him.

Yang Ling asked with concern: "Are you scared?"

Wang Zikun took the lead in expressing his acquiescence. In the past, he was full of enthusiasm and wanted to go to the battlefield to fight devils, but when he actually went to the battlefield and saw those wounded and howling soldiers, they understood the cruelty of war and began to fear and fear.

Yang Ling patted Wang Zikun on the shoulder and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of. A devil is also a human being. He has a head on his shoulders. If you shoot him, he will still bleed. So don't be afraid. Watch what the veterans do during the war." Yes, learning to do it can save your life."

Yang Ling's easy words eased Wang Zikun's tense face a lot, and a voice came from the foxhole next to him: "Sir, I heard that you killed hundreds of devils by yourself, is it true?"

"Of course it's true." Yang Ling didn't deny it: "The little devil was also raised by his parents, so it's nothing special."

"Then can you teach us how to kill devils?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "They look fierce, but they are actually terribly scared in their hearts. We want to defeat the devils. Only when we are more vicious and ruthless than the little devils, and beat them scared, will they not dare to bully us."

He paused and added: "The more afraid you are on the battlefield, the quicker you will die, so take courage when you go to the battlefield and don't be afraid."

Text Chapter 275 Tension

In the thick night, the student soldiers who couldn't sleep gathered around Yang Ling, listening to him tell the tragic and tragic stories on the battlefield.

Yang Ling spoke carefully, as if he wanted to tell the bravery and tenacity of each sacrificed comrade. The students also listened carefully, as if the scene of the raging battle was right in front of their eyes, so real and moving.

Especially when they heard those scarred veterans rushing towards the Devils tanks one after another with their explosive packs in their hands, their blood boiled, and they wished they could join in the vigorous battle.

In Yang Ling's calm narration, the tension and fear in the students' hearts disappeared without a trace, leaving only the touch of the veterans who died and the hatred of the enemy.

Seeing that the student soldiers had dispelled their fear of the enemy, Yang Ling patted their buttocks on the dirt and stood up: "Okay, that's all for today, everyone go to bed quickly, the devils are coming tomorrow, everyone should Be brave and kill the enemy."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang, we are not cowards!" The students also shouted in response.

Yang Ling returned to the temporary battalion command post behind the position, and saw Liu Yidao sitting there with a sad face, smoking a cigarette.

"Student soldiers can't sleep because of nervousness, you are considered a veteran, what's going on?" Yang Ling found a place to sit down, turned on the water bottle and asked Liu Yidao while drinking water.

"Battalion Commander, do you think we can win this battle?" Liu Yidao stubbed out his cigarette, raised his head and asked.

Yang Ling was stunned by Liu Yidao's question, and then smiled and said, "Why did such a question pop up all of a sudden? What are you thinking about all day long?"

"During the day, I heard people say that the officers have already prepared the ferry at Xiaguan, and they are ready to run at any time. Based on the piss of the officers, I think it is true in all likelihood. I am afraid we will become cannon fodder again. , This heart is really blocked."

Yang Ling sighed: "Nanjing is the capital of the country, and the general guard has to defend it for a while. We don't bother to guess what the commander thinks, but we have to do our duty as soldiers. Whether we are fighting or withdrawing, we just want to have a clear conscience." .”

Seeing that Liu Yidao remained silent, Yang Ling continued: "I have asked Company Commander Zhou and the others to collect the ferry. Even if Nanjing can't be held by then, I will take our brother out alive."

Yang Ling's reassurance made Liu Yidao's brows loosen. What he thought about so much, he would never suffer from following Yang Ling.

"Battalion Commander, there is a situation!"

Just as the two of them were talking, a sentry sentry rushed into the battalion headquarters from the darkness.

Yang Ling's expression tightened: "What's the situation?"

The guard post replied: "Many people are coming towards us! It's too dark to see clearly. I don't know if they are devils or friendly troops."

"Should I wake up my brothers and prepare to fight!" Liu Yidao also stood up.

After Yang Ling thought for a while, he told Liu Yidao, "Don't disturb the brothers, go and see the situation first." After saying that, he had already grabbed the sniper, and walked out of the battalion command post.

When Yang Ling arrived at the forward position, he looked around and saw a large number of people holding torches rushing towards this side along the road.

"It seems to be one of us." Liu Yidao withdrew his gaze.

Yang Ling ordered the guard Hu Zi to say, "Hu Zi, shout to them, ask them about their—"

Huzi poked his head out of the bunker and shouted at the top of his voice, and the other side quickly replied that it was the retreating troops of the 51st Division.

Liu Yidao breathed a sigh of relief: "Since they are brothers of the 51st Division, let them go."

Yang Ling shook his head and refused: "Why don't you know if it's the little devil pretending to be, we have suffered a lot."

"Then what should we do?" Liu Yidao was in trouble.

"Let their chief come over, let's confirm first."

The defense line of the 51st Division troops was stabbed to pieces by the devils. Now the devils are chasing after them, and now they are blocked again. The defeated soldiers crowded on the road and suddenly became anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Soon some officers arrived at Yang Ling's position under the protection of the guards. When the two sides met, they realized that they were old acquaintances.

"Brother Yang, I didn't expect us to meet again." Zhang Lingfu, the head of the 305th regiment, had his arms hung around his neck with bandages, and his body smelled of blood, looking quite embarrassed.

Yang Ling didn't expect that it was Zhang Lingfu, the head of the 305th regiment, so he hurriedly saluted and asked, "Is it okay for the head of the [-]th regiment to be injured?"

"It's okay, it's just a bullet." Although Zhang Lingfu said it lightly, everyone knows that the pain of being shot is not so pleasant.

"Brother Yang, the devil is too fierce. We really can't stop it. We are ordered to retreat now. Please let the brothers pass by."

Yang Ling said apologetically, "I had no choice but to block the way. I was worried that the devils would infiltrate. Since it is Commander Zhang's troops, we will naturally pass through."

Yang Ling immediately ordered the brothers to put away their guns and let Zhang Lingfu's troops retreat.

"The devil has come over biting his ass, Brother Yang, you have to be more careful." Zhang Lingfu didn't stay too long, and before leaving, he kindly told Yang Ling and the others.

Yang Ling also thanked him. During the day, he saw that Zhang Lingfu's team was still in high spirits, and they were evenly matched in hand-to-hand combat with the devils.

But now these retreating troops are sluggish and depressed, how can it be described as miserable, and the mood is even more depressed. It seems that a fierce battle is inevitable.

The troops led by Zhang Lingfu retreated. Yang Ling was worried that the devils would bite him, so he was on high alert. The number of guard posts and patrols doubled. He spent the whole second half of the night in fear, but for some reason, he never saw him. Traces of devil soldiers.

In fact, Yang Ling didn't know that the Devil's forward troops had been advancing day after day, and had fought bloody battles with the 51st Division for so long. Many squadrons were almost wiped out. Although they defeated the 51st Division, they were still powerless at the moment and lost the ability to continue to attack and expand their victories. attack capability.

At dawn, Yang Ling wrapped himself in a broken army blanket and squinted for a while, but was soon woken up by the roar of the engines of the Devils fleet. Looking up, the densely packed Devils planes were heading towards Nanjing.