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

"Remember to think of me."

Before going out, Zhang Hongying stood on tiptoe, gave Yang Ling a kiss, and said reluctantly.

"Will do."

The two looked at each other affectionately, both of them didn't want to end the short-term tenderness, but the female nurse's urging voice came from outside again.

"Then I'll go to work first, remember to come and see me when you have time." Zhang Hongying waved to Yang Ling and hurried out the door.

Watching Zhang Hongying and the female nurse disappear from sight in a hurry, Yang Ling smiled wryly, shook his head and walked towards the wounded area.

Soon Yang Ling found Huzi and the others in a large tent. A group of people were happily eating and drinking the canned meat, biscuits and candies that Yang Ling and the others had sent over, and the atmosphere was lively.

"Our regiment deputy is really loyal, and we think of our brothers for everything!" Wang Huzi said loudly while stuffing biscuits into his mouth.

"That's right, we fought countless battles with the deputy regiment, and that's a brother in the trenches, a fateful friendship."

"Such a good officer can't be found even with a lantern."

The brothers echoed one after another. They were lying injured in the hospital, and Yang Ling was still thinking about them, which really moved them.

"What is the deputy of the regiment, it has to be called the regiment seat now." Huzi corrected dissatisfiedly from the side.

When the brothers heard this, they became more happy one by one. They were genuinely happy that Yang Ling had been promoted.

After fighting each battle, although the credits are reported every time, they have won a lot of medals and nothing else.

Yang Ling has also made many meritorious deeds. Even in the 74th Army, which is like a cloud of giants, he is ranked first, but he has been serving as the deputy head of the regiment, and it is always necessary for them to fight for Yang Ling.

This time it's alright, Yang Ling has been promoted, the old brothers are naturally happy for Yang Ling, they finally got promoted.

Although they did not fight devils in order to get promoted and get rich, but the army has the rules of the army, that is, they will be rewarded for their merits and punished for their mistakes. This has nothing to do with other things.

"Not only our group seat has been promoted, but you have also been promoted."

Seeing the joy of his brothers, Huzi simply overjoyed and told the news of their promotion.

"Huzi, don't make fun of me, be careful I beat you boy."

The blacksmith didn't believe Huzi's words. It's no wonder he was promoted as a bastard, and he was promoted to those military students.

"I have nothing to do to make you happy. It's really promoted. This time we brought all the letters of appointment."

Seeing Huzi's serious look, Wang Huzi immediately became excited, looked at Huzi and said, "Hey, what's my promotion?"

The brothers around stopped eating and drinking one after another, and turned their eyes to Huzi, waiting for his answer.

"Ahem..." Huzi was about to clear his throat when Yang Ling stepped into the tent.

"Tuanza—" Seeing Yang Ling coming in, the brothers happily put down their things and raised their hands to salute.

"Lie down, lie down, don't let the wound burst open again."

Yang Ling was also very happy to see these old brothers blushing all over their faces. He was worried about the brothers when he saw some tents outside just now moaning and screaming in pain.

"How's the injury?" Yang Ling asked a brother with a bandage on his arm with concern, with an amiable face and no airs of an officer at all.

The brother flushed with excitement, and said loudly: "Report to the group! The injury is almost healed, the stitches have just been removed, and I can go back to fight devils in two days!"

"Okay, it's good when the injury is healed."

Seeing this brother's masculine answer, Yang Ling smiled all over his face.

As long as these brothers return to the battlefield, they will become the backbone of the army. The more veterans return to the battlefield, the more chances of winning the war will be. One veteran can even be worth several recruits.

"Huzi, where's your injury?" Yang Ling turned his attention to Wang Huzi and the others.

Wang Huzi chuckled: "Tuan Zuo, don't worry, it's going to be fast soon, you can go now."

Wang Huzi got off the bed with a smile, and made a gesture to leave, but he couldn't stand still, and his face was full of embarrassment: "I was able to walk yesterday..."

Yang Ling stepped forward quickly and helped Wang Huzi to lie down on the hospital bed again, and said with a straight face, "Don't be brave, take care of your wounds, it's not bad to beat devils for a few days."

"The big guys have taken care of their injuries quickly, so how about I bring you a night raider?" Yang Ling asked with a smile.

"Okay!" The brothers also cheered and shouted. They couldn't wait to heal their injuries and continue to fight devils with Yang Ling.

"Brothers, you fought bravely in Minshan. The military department's commendation order has been issued, and many brothers have been promoted. You should take good care of your wounds and go back to bring more troops to fight the devils."

When the brothers heard that there were indeed rewards and promotions, their faces blushed and their excited hearts beat faster. They looked at Yang Ling with anticipation and wondered if he was there.

Yang Ling quickly changed the subject and said, "But I have one request, that is, you must recover from your injuries before returning to the army, otherwise I will not accept you."

"Tuan Zuo, we must take good care of our wounds." The blacksmith and the others spoke first.

"Huzi, bring the medal and the letter of appointment." Yang Ling saw that the brothers agreed, so he ordered.

Huzi also hurriedly took out the canvas bag containing the letter of appointment and the medal, and handed it to Yang Ling.

Under the envious eyes of his brothers, Yang Ling took out the medals one by one, and personally put them on for the brothers lying on the hospital bed.

Seeing the medals worn on their chests, the brothers were very excited, and some even wept with joy. They fought devils desperately on the battlefield, and this medal is the best recognition for them to sacrifice their lives.

As for Wang Huzi and the others, the former captains and company commanders were also promoted to majors one after another this time, and the specific positions could only be assigned after recovering from injuries, but they were still very happy.

The officer Yang Ling took the trophies and went from tent to tent to wear medals to the meritorious brothers and distributed them condolences, making the wounded soldiers of the rest of the army envious.

"Brother, it's really nice of you to sit together." A wounded soldier from a friendly army said with sincere envy.

When Wang Huzi and the others heard this, their hearts were full of satisfaction, and they proudly said: "That's not true, our group is a rare good officer. Not only did he take the lead in the war, but he also had nothing to say to the brothers. What's the matter?" Come on, share the blessings.”

"Damn it, I haven't met such a good officer. It's really unlucky to meet some officers who drink soldiers' blood." The brother who asked the question muttered with a sigh.

Wang Huzi chuckled: "Why don't you do it with us after you recover from your injury?"

The brother asked doubtfully, "Will Officer Yang accept us?"

Wang Huzi patted him on the shoulder and said: "As long as you are willing, wrap it on me, our regiment will definitely want you veterans."

Text 6: Patrolling the Line of Defense

The scorching sun baked the earth, the heat waves in the air were churning, and the soil was so hot that it smoked.

The officers and soldiers of the various defensive positions on the Wushimen defense line hid in the shade in the trenches, still sweating profusely.

"Damn it, why is it so hot in this hell, it's so cold without rain..."

With his upper body covered in bullet holes and scars, Liu Yidao was sitting on a stool in the battalion headquarters, pulling his sleeves and flapping his hands wheezingly, cursing repeatedly.