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

Yang Ling had just been promoted unexpectedly and won the Baoding Medal. He was also very grateful for Zhou Zhidao's kindness, and said humbly: "I was good at training soldiers, and I was well guided by the traveler."

Zhou Zhidao's tense face eased after receiving such a compliment from Yang Ling, and he said, "This time the devils are coming aggressively, and the front line of Ma Huiling is fighting hard, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Yang Ling stood up and said, "Don't worry, traveler, I am ready to die for my country at any time. As long as there is one person in our regiment, the little devil will never take a step forward."

"Okay, with your words, I feel relieved. You go up first, and I will go to the 302 regiment to have a look, and then bring the main force up."

"Yes!" Yang Ling stepped aside to get out of the way, and Zhou Zhidao, under the protection of a group of guards, went straight to the garrison of the 302nd regiment.

The brothers were encouraged by Zhou Zhidao's patriotic speech and saw the veterans being awarded honors. At this moment, the brothers were in high spirits, striding forward with pride and arrogance.

The surrounding villagers saw the team marching out, and they flocked to the side of the road one after another. They saw these mighty and majestic brothers stuffing boiled eggs and newly made cloth shoes into the hands of the brothers.

These days, Yang Ling and the others stationed here have strict military discipline, and Qiu has committed no crimes, which has been unanimously praised by the villagers.

"Take it on the road, don't be hungry."

Although the houses of the villagers were blown up by the devil's plane, they still stuffed the only food they had with their brothers, not wanting them to fight hungry.

"Ma'am, our army has dry food, so you can keep the pancakes." Seeing the aunt who no longer had a home stuffing food for herself, some brothers' noses became sore.

But the aunt stubbornly stuffed the pancakes into the brother's hand: "I still have some, you can take it."

There were also barefoot children running and jumping with the team, looking at the brothers carrying guns to the front line, they said in childish voices: "Uncle, when will you come back and continue playing with us?"

The brothers looked at the young children and replied dotingly, "We will come back after we finish fighting the devils."

"Why do you want to beat the little devil?"

"Because they're bad people."

The innocent children also said: "When we grow up, we will fight devils and bad people."

The villagers crowded on the side of the road, watching the team rushing to the front line with tears in their eyes. Facing the earnest eyes of these villagers, the brothers couldn't help but feel the weight on their shoulders, straightened their waists, and strode towards the battlefield with their heads held high.

After bidding farewell to the villagers who were reluctant to part, the brothers stepped into the battlefield of Mahuiling filled with gunpowder without hesitation.

Before arriving at the battlefield, the brothers already felt the strong atmosphere of the battlefield. The choking gunpowder smoke in the air lingered for a long time, covering the sky over the Mahuiling area like a gloomy dark cloud.

Both sides of the road are full of bombed-out carriage parcels and burning houses, and printed slogans can be faintly seen on the baked black walls: "Down with Japanese imperialism, and vow to die as a subjugated slave..."

The road after the rain was wet and full of trampled mud, and the sun hidden behind the clouds made the air hot and humid. Ragged and sluggish friendly officers and soldiers rested by the roadside in twos and threes, their dirty clothes smelling of acid. smelly.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Several car drivers full of wounded honked their horns vigorously, the wheels were spinning, and mud was splashed everywhere.

There was a commotion in the team, and they hurriedly moved to the side of the road, watching the car speeding past, through the swaying curtain, you could see a bloody mess inside, blood had already flowed out, and a bloody streak was spilled.

"Woo ang—"

An ear-piercing whistling sound rose into the sky, and several devil planes suddenly appeared from outside the mountain, roaring and swooping over.

The recruits who were going to the front line suddenly panicked, running around like headless chickens, but the veterans were calm and calm, and shouted: "Get off the road and hide in the grass!"

Although the recruits were fully armed and looked mighty and majestic, they were still a group of recruits who had been in the army for less than a few weeks, and fell into the grass and ditches by the roadside one after another.

But the devil's plane didn't come at them this time. It flew over the heads of the recruits lying on the ground with a strong wind at low altitude, and went straight to the car that was speeding forward on the road to transport the wounded soldiers.

"Boom—"

The car transporting the wounded was swept by a series of bullets, and a large amount of blood mist was immediately splashed. The speeding car fell into the ditch, and was soon blown into a ball of fire by the bomb dropped by the devil. .

Chapter 566 All Veterans Are Deserving of Respect

Several cars transporting wounded soldiers were blown up by the bombs dropped by the Devil's plane one after another. They were thrown high and then fell heavily.

"Woo Ang—" The devil's plane turned around and swooped back as if on purpose, and a series of machine gun bullets like corn stalks swept down.

The wailing and screaming among the stunned wounded who were thrown suddenly continued, and a large cloud of blood fog rose up. The bullet pierced the fuel tank of the car, and the hot fireball produced by the explosion exploded, engulfing the car and the car in an instant. nearby wounded.

Those brothers who wanted to save people were overturned heavily by the sweeping air waves and fell into the mud. When they struggled to get up again, there were only rolling corpses and burning car wrecks on the ground. thick smoke.

The devil's plane swaggered up and circled, Youyou was unwilling to leave, and was still threatening the trembling recruits lying on the ground.

The sluggish and ragged officers and soldiers on the side of the road raised their guns angrily and shot at the devil's plane. Rifles, machine guns and other light and heavy weapons rang out one after another, as sharp and noisy as popping beans.

The gunshots rang out immediately, but the Devil's plane was pulled up to a high altitude, and the brothers were so angry that their faces were livid, but there was nothing they could do.

Qin Shou, the deputy battalion commander, was lying in the ditch beside the road with his pistol in hand, watching those angry brothers shoot at the devils, he shook his head helplessly.

Seeing the Devil's plane roaring and flying towards the distance, he put the shell gun back into the holster, got up from the ditch full of mud, and sat on the dry place next to it.

After taking off his muddy shoes, these damned little devils made his clean shoes before leaving turn into this dirty look in a blink of an eye, he frowned and scolded his mother.

The devil's plane flew away, the gunshots were taunted, the brothers cursed everywhere, and the wounded brothers moaned, and the brothers started to save people.

The recruits lying on the side of the road cautiously poked their heads out to look at the sky, and saw that the little devil's plane was no longer there, so they dared to stand up cautiously.

Looking at the burning cars in the distance and the corpses swept into blood sieves by machine guns, and smelling the burnt smell of barbecue wafting in the air, some brothers were full of emotions. vomited.

The burly recruit Luo Wencai held back his vomiting, but his face turned pale with fright when he saw the horrific scene around him. Just now, the devil's plane flew over his head, which frightened him.

If it was the devil plane that dropped the bomb just now, maybe he would have turned into a stiff corpse like the wounded soldiers in the overturned car. Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little scared, and suddenly felt that death was so far away from him. near.

Deputy Battalion Commander Qin Shou put his mud-covered shoes into a puddle of water, swished them back and forth to wash away the mud outside, and put them on again. Although they were wet, they were still more comfortable than being covered in mud. many.

"What, are you afraid?"

Looking at his little fellow Luo Wencai, he still looked at the distant sky with lingering fear, worried that the devil's plane would go back and forth, Qin Shou asked with great interest.

Luo Wencai looked at Qin Shou's nonchalant appearance, and then at his panic-stricken appearance, and blushed a little. Only then did he realize the gap with these veterans, and nodded his head as an admission of his fear.

Seeing that Luo Wencai, a proud little fellow, admitted that he was afraid, Qin Shou felt relieved. Previously, this little fellow had a higher heart than the sky and looked down on devils in his eyes.

Qin Shou was always worried that Luo Wencai's contempt for the devil would kill him. At the beginning, many brothers thought they were strong and looked down on the devil, so that they lost their lives in vain. He didn't want Luo Wencai, a little fellow, to repeat the same mistakes.

It is a good thing that Luo Wen is scared now. Only when he is scared will he take the little devil seriously. At least he will not be beaten to death by the devil because of carelessness on the battlefield, and the chance of surviving will be higher.

"This fight against devils is not as loud as you shouting slogans in the rear parade, but whose voice is louder. If you have a hoarse voice, you can continue to shout after two days of rest."

Qin Shou paused and said: "But it's different on the battlefield. Once you are negligent and get blown up or get shot, you will probably die. So if you want to live, you should watch what veterans do , learn more, there is no harm."

Luo Wencai saw that Qin Shou said these words to himself in a serious manner, and knew that it was for his own good, so he nodded heavily, keeping these words firmly in his heart.

"There is an order from the group seat, keep going!"

A tall and thin orderly galloped from the front of the team on a bony old horse, and rushed to the rear of the team shouting while riding.

The brothers who jumped into the ditch by the roadside and dispersed to hide by the roadside all put their rifles on their shoulders again, and lined up again to prepare to set off with lingering fear.