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

There are more than 30 people who can shoot machine guns. Most of them are from the Guangxi Army and the Northeast Army.

Yang Ling transferred more than 100 people to the machine gun company to serve as deputy shooters and ammunitionists.

"Blacksmith, I'll leave the machine gun company to you, let them get familiar with it as soon as possible to form combat effectiveness." Yang Ling handed the machine gun company to the blacksmith, a strong man like a tower.

"Yes!"

Seeing Yang Ling hand over the machine gun company to him, the blacksmith knew that it was his trust in him, and he was very happy in his heart, so he responded loudly.

"The rest of you, throw away all the messy guns in your hands, and replace them all with seventy-nine rifles!" Yang Ling turned back and ordered the rest of the people.

"Sir, I have used this gun well, why do I need to change it?"

Someone asked puzzledly, after all, a gun has been used for a long time and is familiar with it, so it is easier to get used to it than buying a new gun.

Yang Ling also explained patiently: "Brothers, we have all kinds of guns, and the types of bullets are also messy. When you talk about the battlefield, if you can't find the right bullets for your guns, won't they become fire sticks? Then how can we fight devils? If we change to the unified seven-nine rifle, wouldn’t it be more convenient for ammunition replenishment or maintenance? Isn’t that what the big guy said?”

The brothers also felt reasonable after hearing Yang Ling's explanation. Although the guns in their hands had been used for a long time, they were also troubled because they often couldn't find the right bullets. Don't worry about the problem.

"Brothers, let's not waste the battalion commander's painstaking efforts, and change the guns for me!" The company commander Wang Huzi said that he changed the guns first.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the brothers reluctantly put down their long-used rifles and replaced them with new seven-nine rifles.

Yang Ling brought back countless bullets this time, and the entire guerrilla battalion had been replaced with shotguns. The brand new weapons and equipment, and the bulging ammunition bags around their waists made them feel refreshed.

"Why is our officer Yang so good? We have brought back so many good guns. You can see that this gun is probably [-]% new." A brother rubbed the new gun he got, and couldn't put it down.

Some veterans patted the recruits on the shoulder and said: "It is a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes to meet Mr. Yang. Follow Mr. Yang to beat devils, and he will not treat us badly."

The brothers exchanged guns and guns, and they were naturally happy in their hearts. They were happy that they could meet such a good officer. These low-level brothers didn't understand any major principles.

The guerrilla battalion replenished weapons and ammunition, and Yang Ling was relieved. With these weapons and equipment, even if he encountered elite devil troops, he would not be left behind. More importantly, the weapons and firepower were stronger. Combat power has also increased.

Taking advantage of the time when the brothers were getting familiar with the new guns, Yang Ling went to the field hospital to find Zhang Hongying to get some bandages for the wound.

Zhang Hongying was so busy that her feet never touched the ground again. The wounded soldiers from the front line were sent down continuously, so she had almost no chance to greet Yang Ling, and she just said a few words in a hurry.

"The bullets on the battlefield don't have eyes, so you have to be careful." Zhang Hongying heard that Yang Ling and the others might be going to the battlefield again, her small face was full of worry.

Yang Ling laughed, and didn't care: "It's okay, the bullet that wants to kill me hasn't been made yet."

"You can talk poorly." Zhang Hongying was also amused by Yang Ling and said with a smile: "I don't care about you if you get hurt."

"Then I'm waiting to die?" Yang Ling also smiled.

Zhang Hongying smiled and did not speak, but asked Yang Ling to wait, then turned and went into the room.

Soon he took out a lunch box and stuffed it into Yang Ling's hands: "There are boiled eggs for our medical soldiers here, eat it while it's hot."

Yang Ling was about to refuse, when someone called Zhang Hongying in the room, she had to go back to continue the operation.

"I'm leaving, remember to be safe."

Text Chapter 294 Bloody Nanjing ([-])

After Yang Ling left the field hospital, he didn't stop, and went straight back to Daguang Road, the temporary rest place of the guerrilla camp.

He really wanted to remind Zhang Hongying to leave early, after all, the city of Nanjing was already in danger, and it was very dangerous, but when he thought of the order issued by the commander of the garrison to strictly prohibit crossing the river, he couldn't help but want to yell.

They are now trapped in the cage of Nanjing City. The Xiaguan Ferry is guarded by the 36th Division. On the other side, Hu Zongnan's First Army is watching. Anyone who crosses the river without authorization will be killed. I am afraid that there will be no one in Nanjing until the last moment. Can't go.

Since no one can leave now, Yang Ling also gave up the plan to remind her. Anyway, his troops are fighting near Guanghuamen, and even if the city is broken, he can protect her in time.

Seeing Yang Ling come back with a lot of gauze bandages, Xizi, the only health soldier in the battalion, happily took them.

"Battalion Commander, you are really good. I have already run away to several medical teams, but I didn't get anything. Where did you get so many bandages?"

Yang Ling handed a large roll of bandages to health soldier Xizi, thought for a while and said, "I have acquaintances in the field hospital."

When Xizi heard that Yang Ling had acquaintances in the field hospital, she immediately became excited, pulled Yang Ling who was about to leave, and said, "Battle Commander, since you have acquaintances, see if you can get some anti-inflammatory drugs or painkillers. Some sanitizing alcohol can also—”

"I've asked. They have a quota for these medicines. They can only be used for the seriously wounded. These bandages were obtained with great difficulty, so save them and we'll figure out a solution when the time comes." Yang Ling patted helplessly. He patted Xizi on the shoulder and said.

This battle has been fought for several months, and the materials stored by the state are almost exhausted. Coastal factories are on the way to Wuhan, Chongqing and other inland areas, and cannot produce at all.

Now the army is not only short of weapons and ammunition, but also life-saving medicines are pitiful. Even the bandages are removed from the dead, boiled and reused. This poor and weak country is experiencing many difficulties.

When Xizi heard that the medicine could not be obtained, she also sighed: "I can only suffer for those injured brothers..."

Yang Ling was also powerless about this kind of thing. It wasn't just that their troops lacked medicine, but all the troops lacked it. This was not something that a small battalion commander like him could solve.

Yang Ling changed the subject and asked "": "Xizi, how are you doing with what I asked you to do?"

Now there is only such a health soldier in the camp, and that is a baby bump, because no one knows when they will be injured and need Xizi to save their lives.

Yang Ling was also aware of this problem. One medical soldier was definitely not enough, so he selected some flexible student soldiers to learn from Xi Zi, hoping to train a few more medical soldiers, which would greatly reduce the death rate of soldiers.

Xizi replied: "They have learned well, and there is no problem with simple wound treatment and bandaging."

Yang Ling nodded: "That's good, teach them more if there is nothing to do, and I will be rewarded if I teach them well."

"Yes!" Hearing Yang Ling's words, Xizi immediately burst into joy: "Battle Commander, then I will continue to teach them—"

"Go."

Yang Ling smiled when he saw Xizi who looked like he had been spayed with chicken blood. If Xizi could really teach a group of health soldiers, it would be a great thing for the battalion, so why would he reward him.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion had a rest all night, and the field service corps provided food and drink, and they became energetic again. The rumble of artillery outside did not affect their mood of having fun in the slightest.

For these soldiers with their heads pinned to their waistbands, they would die on the battlefield at any time, maybe a bomb or a stray bullet could kill them, so they would not let go of any chance to relax.

"Come, come, place your bet!" Company Commander Wang Huzi likes to gamble the most, and at this moment he called a group of people to gather around to gamble.

When they came back from the battlefield, they had seized a lot of gadgets from the devils. Pocket watches and sabers were very popular, and they could sell a lot of silver dollars on the black market, so they became a bet at this moment.

In addition to these brothers who gambled together, there were some chatting and laughing in a daze against the wall in twos and threes, and there were also thick-skinned ones who went to the woman in the field service group to tease, looking like a soldier.

The brothers were tense on the battlefield, and now they retreat here to rest. As long as they don't do anything outrageous, Yang Ling doesn't bother to take care of them and let them go crazy. Yang Ling still understands the principle of relaxation. Depression, but the effect is not good.

Yang Ling also picked up a torn newspaper, sat down against the wall, first pulled out his own shell gun to clean and maintain, and then took out the [-] rifle and removed the cleaning rod to wipe it.

The gun is the second life of a soldier. It can not only kill the enemy, but also protect itself on the battlefield. Therefore, it must be cleaned and maintained frequently to keep it in the best condition and not to get stuck at critical moments.

The guerrilla battalion didn't wait for new orders all morning, which was a good thing for them, after all, they didn't have to go to the battlefield to work hard, and they could live longer.

But just after lunch, they felt a different atmosphere. There was a dull roar outside the city, and the ground trembled, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. They knew it was the devil's heavy howitzer pulling up.

The veterans of the guerrilla battalion had all suffered from the devil's heavy howitzers, which could wipe out half a company with one shot, and sometimes the corpses were blown to pieces, leaving only pieces of meat.