In the cold morning, a gray team was hurriedly heading northwest in the wilderness. The single-file team meandered like a river full of rocks, with large intervals and a very long team.
The sky was already dark, and the outline of Junhei Village and the undulating hills in the distance could be vaguely seen in the field of vision.
Yang Ling was walking at the front of the team carrying his 38-meter rifle. He was the leader, but he had not recovered from the cold. The continuous hurried walking made his forehead covered with thin beads of sweat, and his back was already soaked.
The cold wind blew over and it was freezing cold.
There were more than thirty female health workers in the team. Compared to Yang Ling, who had just recovered from a serious illness, their physical condition was worse. They were exhausted and out of breath not long after walking in a hurry.
Looking at the female health workers who were struggling to keep up with each other's support, Yang Ling slowed down her pace from time to time so that they could keep up and not fall behind.
Yang Ling has his own opinion. From ancient times to the present, the protagonists of the battlefield have always been men. It is a battle between men, a collision of blood and courage. Women should stay away from this cruel battlefield and let men protect them from the wind.
Rain, but now that the country has been destroyed and the family is destroyed, even women have stepped onto the battlefield and endured the pain that they should not have to bear. I have to say that this is the tragedy of a nation, and it is the tragedy of a country.
The war was sweeping across, and many of the villages that Yang Ling and the others passed by were deserted, and became deserted and desolate. Only the dead branches and leaves blown up by the cold wind rustled on the streets.
Because Yang Ling stayed in the nameless village by the river for several hours, he was not sure whether the main Japanese pursuers had already passed the Qingyang Port Highway Bridge and captured Kunshan, so he did not go north to Kunshan, but headed northwest.
Suzhou.
Suzhou has the Beijing-Shanghai Railway and highways passing through it. The National Revolutionary Army troops guarding Suzhou should not have withdrawn yet, so as long as they walk to Suzhou, they should be able to temporarily ensure the safety of the female health workers behind them.
Yang Ling is not a coward, nor does he lack enough courage, but he knows that for them, living is the hero now, especially those women. If they fall into the hands of those Japanese soldiers who are worse than beasts, the consequences are self-evident.
Therefore, Yang Ling now hopes to reduce contact with the Japanese pursuers as much as possible. It is his duty to transport these incompetent people to a safe location. Moreover, his original task was to protect the health team.
Lu Zitao was carrying a heavy medical kit, and his steps became heavier and heavier. His legs seemed to be filled with lead and he couldn't lift them up. He clearly wanted to step out, but it was extremely difficult, and his consciousness felt a little dazed.
He tried his best to breathe with his mouth wide, and the white mist he exhaled quickly dissipated. A large amount of cold wind poured into his throat and rushed into his lungs. It was dry and cold, and his throat felt terribly uncomfortable.
He untied the kettle, raised his head, and poured it into his mouth. However, after walking a few steps, he returned to his old state. He couldn't keep up with his physical strength. He saw people with hurried expressions running past him and running to the front. He couldn't walk anymore.
, he simply sat down on the ground and prepared to take a rest before following up.
For the health workers who have not been trained in marching, such continuous emergency march is simply killing them. With Lu Zitao taking the lead, the other health workers who gritted their teeth and persisted quickly collapsed like a dam with a gap.
, stopped one after another, and then collapsed like mud in the wet grass on the roadside, breathing heavily.
"I can't walk anymore, I can't walk anymore." Some health workers were lying on their backs on the ground. Even if the Japanese soldiers appeared in front of them now, I'm afraid they would be too lazy to get up because they were already exhausted.
The health workers are tired, the young men on the stretcher team are tired, and even soldiers like Yang Ling and others with guns are tired. But if we stay for a while longer, it will be more dangerous. If the Japanese follow the Beijing-Shanghai Railway and break through before them.
If they reach Suzhou, they will fall behind the Japanese soldiers, and will undoubtedly be in more danger. Now they are racing against the Japanese soldiers, and they are also racing against life.
"Yang... Captain Yang, we really can't walk anymore, can we take a break?" Zhang Hongying put her hands on her hips, hunched over and panting. Sweat flowed down her forehead, leaving white traces on her originally dirty face.
It turned into a big painted face.
Yang Ling turned around and looked at the people lying on the road like mud. He felt helpless. If he continued to march, the effect would definitely be ineffective. He nodded: "Rest for ten minutes and start again in ten minutes."
"Thank you, Captain Yang," Zhang Hongying turned around and greeted, "Everyone, rest for ten minutes and we will set off in ten minutes."
In fact, Zhang Hongying did not need to say hello anymore. Everyone in the health team and the stretcher team had collapsed on the ground and gasped with their tongues hanging out. The only ones still standing were more than 20 soldiers holding guns.
Yang Ling also ordered more than 20 soldiers with guns: "Rest where you are." Before Yang Ling finished speaking, they all collapsed on the ground.
"Monkey, fifty meters to the left, go up the tree and be on guard." Yang Ling looked for a place to sit on his own while shouting to a thin and agile soldier.
The soldier named Monkey grabbed the gun and ran straight to the tree on the left. He fixed the gun on his body, spit on his palm and rubbed it, and climbed up the tree quickly with his hands and feet.
Seeing the monkey's skill, Yang Ling nodded secretly. If he could survive, he would definitely be a good scout if he could teach him in the future.
About three or four miles behind Yang Ling and the others, there was also a team hurriedly marching. More than a hundred fully armed Japanese soldiers formed a line and quickly approached Yang Ling and the others.
The Japanese soldiers were well-trained, and the leading reconnaissance soldiers among them were even more elite, with noses as sharp as dogs. Yang Ling and the others moved in a hurry and had no time to deal with the traces left behind, which became the best marker for their tracking, so they followed closely.
It's not that Yang Ling is careless, but that there are Japanese soldiers everywhere now. They are a small-scale remnant army with only more than 70 people. Who will pay attention to them? They just need to keep running, pay attention to vigilance and avoid them during the march.
The Japanese will do, so dealing with the traces left by the march is simply unnecessary.
But what Yang Ling didn't expect was that there was actually a team targeting them, that is, the Japanese soldiers they met in Jiangqiao. Yang Ling's attacks in the east and west and the golden cicada escaped from the shell severely slapped the Japanese lieutenant in the face, and seized the Japanese soldiers' captain.
The saber became a thorn in the side of the Japanese soldiers, and they wanted to get rid of it quickly.
"Hey, company commander, can you lend me your Japanese sword to play with?" Old Wangtou approached Yang Ling with a smile, but his eyes were fixed on the Japanese captain's command sword slung around Yang Ling's waist.
Lao Wangtou was born as a cook soldier and worked as a cook all his life. He finally got a job as a cook squad leader. Although he became a soldier, most of the time he didn't have a gun. If he didn't have one, he wouldn't have one.
Use the saber to defend yourself.
The saber popped out of the gap during the battle, and later fell off during the breakout. Without the saber, although he replaced the gun with his body, Lao Wangtou felt empty in his heart, so he stared at the Japanese Captain's saber in Yang Ling's hand. He still
I prefer knives.
If he returns to the village with this captured Japs saber, it will be enough to brag about for a lifetime. However, this saber was captured by Yang Ling. Although he likes it, he still has to discuss with Yang Ling whether to trade it or buy it. He hopes to find out what Yang Ling says.