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

Yang Ling walked very slowly, walking slowly along the trenches, trying not to miss every blood-stained brother, wanting to remember these passionate soldiers who fought for the country.

Yang Ling thumped his brothers' chests and said words of encouragement, which not only made these brothers panic, but also moved them more.

"How's the injury?"

Yang Ling walked up to a brother whose face was half wrapped in blood-soaked gauze and stopped, and asked with concern.

"It's just scratched by the explosion of the bomb, it's okay."

Talking touched the muscles of his face, and the brother grinned in pain, but he was still full of energy.

Seeing that he was injured like this and joined the death squad to fight the devils, Yang Ling couldn't bear it.

"You are injured, you should withdraw..."

Yang Ling kindly wanted the injured brother to go down to recuperate, but he refused before he finished speaking.

The brother suddenly became murderous, and he said viciously: "Tuan Zuo, I won't go down, I'm going to kill the devil, I want revenge!"

Seeing that the brother suddenly became agitated, a squad leader next to him hurriedly opened his mouth to explain to Yang Ling.

"Tuan Zuo, his elder brother was stabbed to death by the devil who touched him last night when he was on guard. He was stabbed more than ten times..."

Hearing the explanation from the squad leader next to him, and looking at his bruised brother, Yang Ling felt unspeakable pain in his heart.

Brothers fighting tigers, father and son soldiers in battle, Japanese invaders, countless hot-blooded men rose up to resist, I don’t know how many brothers like this joined the army, and the blood feud with the little devil is more than a series of cold casualties.

"Okay, then stay..."

Yang Ling could understand this brother's mood, so he didn't force him to go down.

Although he has the ability to force this brother to go down, as long as the Japanese invaders are still doing evil, as long as the war continues, then such tragedies will continue to happen.

As long as you fight and retreat, you can't solve any problems. Only by fighting and completely driving the devils out of China can you avoid the continuation of this tragedy forever.

"Take care of him on the battlefield. His brother is already martyred." All Yang Ling could do was secretly tell his squad leader to help him more.

The squad leader nodded seriously: "Don't worry, the group members. The brothers in our class have made a blood oath. As long as one of us is alive, we will take care of the parents of the other brothers who died."

Every member of the death squad has put life and death aside, they are the group of people who are the least afraid of death in this nation, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of them, they will continue to continue.

For this country, for the homeland behind them, on countless battlefields, they disappeared in batches in the sea of ​​gunpowder and fire.

Many of them did not leave their names, but their names will be remembered forever by the land of this motherland.

"Tuan Zuo, we are all ready to fight to the death, if we don't wipe out all the devils, we are not prepared to come back alive!"

The captain of the Death Squad, Liu Yidao, the commander of the third battalion, also put away his usual playful smile and became extraordinarily serious.

The attacking forces from all walks of life will form thirteen death squads, and they will rush up against the barrage of bullets from the devils and attack the core positions of the devils, and many of them may not be able to return.

Yang Ling wanted to say something to them, but now the thousand words seemed so pale and powerless, as if a lump stuck in his throat, he couldn't speak.

"Bring the wine!"

Looking at these proud brothers, Yang Ling panicked for a moment.

Soon, more than a dozen jars of fortifying wine specially prepared for the daredevils were lifted from the mud seal, and each brother was given a small sip.

"brothers!"

Yang Ling raised his wine bowl, looked around at these scarred brothers, his heart was full of blood.

"Avenge the thousands of brothers who died, and win glory for the fathers and fellow villagers in our hometown! Let's work together to destroy the Matsuura Division!"

Yang Ling's voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing in the ears of every brother.

"Destroy the Matsuura Division!"

The voices of the brothers were neat and deep, making the mountains humming and trembling.

"For victory!"

Yang Ling raised his wine bowl, raised his neck and drank the courageous wine for his brothers in one gulp.

Liu Yidao and his brothers also roared: "For victory!"

All the thousands of words are contained in this one sentence, and the brothers drank up the wine one after another, ready to fight the little devil with their lives.

The officer Yang Ling personally visited the officers and soldiers of the Death Squad and drank the fortifying wine together, which suddenly boosted the morale of the officers and soldiers.

"I have all the ammunition and dry food ready for at least five days. This battle may not be finished before October [-]."

The death squads are performing the most dangerous missions. They will tear through the devil's defense line, penetrate directly into the devil's core position, disrupt the devil's deployment, and divide the devil from everywhere.

Yang Ling could imagine that in the face of the desperate attack of more than a dozen death squads like wolves and tigers, the devil's troops would definitely counterattack frantically.

However, the death squads that penetrated deep into the devils would not receive reinforcements or supplies, and would have to continue fighting until the peripheral troops eliminated the devils on the periphery step by step before they could meet them, so this was a narrow-death mission.

Yang Ling also hoped that the Death Squad would be well-prepared so that they would have more chances of surviving in battle.

"Tuan Zuo, the devils are at the end of their way. We have so many troops. Could it be that we can't defeat them before October [-]?"

When Liu Yidao heard that Yang Ling asked him to carry so much dry food, his face became serious.

Naturally, Yang Ling wouldn't hurt Liu Yidao's morale, so he managed to find a reason and said, "Bring more, so you'll be prepared. You can't let the brothers go to war hungry."

"Yes!" Liu Yidao agreed with doubts.

"Okay, hurry up and let the brothers rest and replenish their strength. I will send someone to notify you when the fight starts..."

Yang Ling didn't stay too long, and after a few words of advice to Liu Yidao, he returned to the regiment headquarters to take a good rest.

These days, he has repeatedly fought with the little devil for the position on the front line of Changling, and his regiment leader is always tense and exhausted.

Now it is about to launch a full-scale attack, and he has to lead the team to attack personally, and he has to hurry up to restore himself to his best condition.

"Tuan Zuo, sister-in-law is here."

As soon as Yang Ling returned to the empty regiment headquarters, a guard pointed to the distance and said.

Yang Ling looked around, and beside the wooden pile that was half blown up by a shell, Zhang Hongying, who was wearing a washed white military uniform, was pacing back and forth with her head bowed, waiting for him.

Seeing Zhang Hongying coming, Yang Ling's mood improved inexplicably after returning from the Death Squad.

"Tuanzao, let's go over there and have a look."

The tiger who followed Yang Ling saw Zhang Hongying approaching, and hurriedly dragged the other guards away from him wisely.