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

During the day, Yang Ling and the others lost the support of the sneak attack devils, and the brothers who had been fighting all night returned to the scheduled meeting point one after another.

In a wet forest covered with rotting leaves, the brothers who were exhausted and emaciated came back with some excitement.

When they arrived in the woods where they were scheduled to gather, some people were so tired that they collapsed on the ground and fell asleep, while others leaned against the tree stumps and chatted excitedly about last night's achievements.

They kept attacking the devil's troops last night, everyone gained a lot, and the joy of victory covered up the exhaustion of their bodies.

"You don't know that the devil was blown up by us and almost called us grandpa." A brother waved his arms enthusiastically, spitting flying all over the place.

"Our fight was not bad. I killed at least ten devils, or even more. It was dark, and I ran away after I beat them. I didn't bother to count them afterwards."

"I also killed a devil who was an official. I hid in the grass by the roadside and stabbed him to death. The devil didn't catch up to me." "Fake devil" Wang Dongming also showed off triumphantly.

"You fake devil, you're really good." The brothers around all cast admiring glances at Wang Dongming, a brother who was usually well-mannered.

Those veterans who had gone through countless ghost gates also came back one after another. They appeared more calm and sophisticated. They sat down to rest with their eyes closed and stopped talking.

But the brothers all know that these veterans are very powerful, and they must have killed no fewer devils than them.

Wang Huzi and his platoon leaders also returned excitedly. Most of them brought more than a dozen brothers and heavy weapons, which caused the most damage to the devils.

The brothers who were still alive all returned to the forest where they were scheduled to gather one after another. Some brothers failed to come back. They missed when they attacked the devils and died in the mountains.

"Regiment deputy!"

"Sir!"

Yang Ling also came back wearing a disguise, with a strong smell of blood all over his body, and the blood stains visible to the naked eye made the tattered military uniform even more dilapidated.

"Regiment deputy, you're injured." Xizi, the medical platoon leader, saw Yang Ling's blood all over her body, and rushed up to ask him to check it out.

"It's all the blood of those beasts, I'm fine." Yang Ling reached out his hand to stop Xizi from groping around her body, and made the brothers feel relieved.

The brothers who came back were all haggard, blackened all over, and some were stained with blood. The old brothers, Wang Huzi, Shunzi, the blacksmith and others were still there, but the size of the team had also shrunk a lot.

There will be casualties in wars, even if they are no longer sure of the battles, they cannot be avoided, but compared to the previous battles, their current casualties have dropped a lot.

"Write down the name of the brother who died, and report it later." Yang Ling instructed the adjutant.

The war is still going on, and it is inevitable. The only thing Yang Ling can do is to report the brothers who died, and then their families can receive a pension in exchange for their lives in the local county government. done.

The brothers have long been used to life and death, especially those veterans who have walked through the gate of hell countless times, and have become numb to casualties. They mechanically complete one task after another, and fight one battle after another until they are killed or the war ends. .....

"Brothers, you fought very well last night, killed many devils, and showed the prestige of our Chinese soldiers! Let the little devils taste our strength, you are very good."

Yang Ling gave these bruised brothers a thumbs up. On the battlefield where lives are at stake, this is what they deserve.

The brothers were praised by the officer Yang Ling. These strong men were very happy and excited. After all, this was a recognition of their achievements.

Although they didn't beat the devils desperately to get such an innocuous praise, the brothers still straightened their chests and felt proud.

"The 9th Division where the Maruyama brigade is located, we fought against each other when we were in Shanghai. The so-called enemies don't get together. This time they ran into our brother's hands, and we can't let him go!"

Although Yang Ling and the others had gnawed a large piece of meat from the Maruyama brigade last night, Yang Ling also found out that the ghosts were short of ammunition, so he didn't want to let them go.

"Mr. Yang, just tell me how to fight, and our brothers will accompany you to the end!"

Zhang Heizi, who had been stabbed in the arm by the devil, hangs his left hand weakly, but his tone is extremely firm.

The combat quality of the brothers from their original security regiment was not as good as that of the veterans in Yang Ling's army. Although they were mainly responsible for leading the attack teams, they also lost a lot.

Zhang Heizi was completely at odds with the little devil now, so as long as he was fighting the devil, even if there was a mountain of swords and flames ahead, he would dare to charge forward.

Text Chapter 524 Blocking Position

"The devils have become a tired army, and their ammunition is low. We only need to block them for a few more hours, and our main force can knock them down from behind!"

Yang Ling already knew the situation of the Maruyama Brigade, so he was ready to take a risk and stop them desperately. Of course, the price of this risk was very high, and even these hundreds of brothers might all confess.

The brothers hated the devils deeply, but they also knew in their hearts that last night, relying on the cover of the night and the complex terrain, he could attack and kill the devils unscrupulously and hold them back.

But now it is very difficult to stop the devils who are about to walk out of the mountain. Besides, they only have bayonets and not even a grenade left. This battle is impossible to fight.

"I'm going to set up a position at the entrance of the mountain to stop the devils." Yang Ling didn't hide his thoughts at all.

Because he knew that it would be a great risk for hundreds of people to block thousands of devils head-on. Although the devils were running out of ammunition, they still had a high probability of being wiped out.

Although he is the commander of these brothers, he has no right to let them follow him to death, so he speaks out openly, letting the brothers choose whether to go or not.

After the brothers heard Yang Ling's words, the atmosphere froze. They bowed their heads in silence, with different expressions. They knew the consequences of blocking the devil head-on.

"Those who are willing to go with me raise their hands, those who are not willing to go stay here to rest, and then wait for the main force to round."

It's not easy for these brothers to follow him. Yang Ling counts as much as he has prepared. If he can't stop the devil, it can only show that the devil is lucky.

"Deputy regiment, we are all people who have died several times. At worst, we will die again. When we get to Lord Yan, I will still beat devils!" Wang Huzi raised his head first to express his opinion.

Yang Ling looked at this iron-blooded man who had followed him all the way to the present, and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Good brother!"

"Mr. Yang, we are out of ammunition..." Company Commander Shunzi looked at Yang Ling with a look of embarrassment on his mud-covered face, and explained the real problems they were facing.

Before Yang Ling could speak, Niu Dagen said viciously: "There are no bullets, and we still have bayonets! We can still poke a few holes in the devil!"

"Yes, we still have bayonets, stabbing the devils, they still scream!" The brothers' emotions were ignited, and although they knew it was a death block, no one flinched.

"Deputy officer, let's go with you! I've already lived enough, and when I'm dying, I can fight devils with my brothers. I haven't lived in vain in this life."

"Sir, brothers are not cowards, don't worry, unless we are all dead, the devils will never want to return to Ruichang!"

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The brothers with unkempt hair and bloodshot eyes all opened their mouths one after another, their words full of will to die.

Yang Ling's eyes slowly moved from these brothers who were covered in scars and their military uniforms were so rotten and dirty that they couldn't see their original colors clearly.

Looking at the eyes of the brothers who were determined to die, looking at their yellow and thin bodies, his nose was a little sore. It is such a group of people who have left their homes and are guarding this country and the last dignity of this nation.

"Mr. Yang, let's go too!" Zhang Heizi and his gang also gritted their teeth and said.

Seeing this group of brothers who swear to follow him to the death, Yang Ling put his feet together, stood up and saluted them as a military salute.

"We're dead, let's go see Lord Yan together! I, Yang Ling, will definitely live alone! If I'm still alive, we'll still drink and eat meat and beat devils together!"

This was a fight to the death, and no one backed down. They just wanted to block the thousands of devils from the Maruyama brigade, and let this mountain become their burial place.

Sandaoliang, a little-known little place, became the last position Yang Ling and the others chose to stop the devils.

Standing on the hillside of Sandaoliang, they can see the lush mountains when they look up, and the gently rolling hills in the other direction, where large areas of crops are growing vigorously.