The first thousand three hundred and fifty-nine chapters fight
Makino Kanichi's Wolf Squadron suffered heavy losses in the night battle, as did the officers and soldiers of Yang Ling's Flame Special Warfare Brigade.
After dawn, they retreated several hundred meters back to the newly constructed defense line of the 3rd Battalion of the 52nd Regiment. A night of intense and intense fighting made every living brother haggard and exhausted.
From time to time, the Japanese's arrogant artillery shells flew over and landed everywhere, exploding and rumbling with dust, as if announcing their presence.
The acting deputy battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 52nd Regiment heard that Yang Ling and the others had safely withdrawn, and hurried over to check the situation.
But when he saw the corpses of the dead officers and soldiers he brought back and the officers and soldiers in tattered clothes and dejected expressions, he also knew that their battle last night must have been extremely cruel.
"Captain Yang, I have prepared food for you. You can eat and rest first. The position will be left to us."
Seeing Yang Ling and the others' faces covered in dust and blood after the fierce battle, the acting deputy battalion commander spoke proactively.
"Thank you very much."
Although Yang Ling had a higher military rank than the acting deputy battalion commander, he showed no airs and expressed his gratitude politely.
"Please find someone to send our injured brothers to the hospital behind for treatment." Yang Ling pointed to a few injured officers and soldiers who were carrying back.
"Don't worry, I'll call the stretcher team over right now."
The acting deputy battalion commander did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly shouted a few words to the back, and a stretcher team composed of young men from the city came over and sent the injured officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade for treatment.
Yang Ling and the others also retreated to the courtyard more than a hundred meters away from the fire line to rest. Soon, people from the cooking class of the 3rd Battalion of the 52nd Regiment brought food, including pancakes in bamboo baskets and porridge in wooden barrels.
"Everyone, take the time to eat and take a rest after eating."
Yang Ling knew that this battle was still going to be fought. It is said that people are like iron and rice is like steel. If you want to win the battle, you must first maintain your physical strength.
In the battle last night, more than 30 officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade were killed, and now only about 50 people were left after a full attack.
Almost every member of the Flame Special Operations Team had a brother killed in action. This was the largest casualty they had ever suffered since their establishment. Everyone felt heavy.
After Yang Ling called them to eat and rest, they all sat around with depressed expressions, unmoved. With so many brothers killed in one battle, how could they think about eating?
These brothers who died in battle had known each other day and night. Ever since the formation of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade, they had trained together and fought against Japanese invaders together. They had already established a deep friendship.
But now so many have been lost in one battle. Looking at those familiar faces that have disappeared, the brothers' hearts are filled with a huge sense of loneliness. Although they are all veterans who have fought many battles and are used to life and death, they still remain the same.
Time is hard to accept such a cruel fact.
"Eat! After eating, you are deaf or something!"
Seeing that the brothers were all unmoved, Grizzly Bear, the leader of the 1st Squadron with blood stains on his face, stood up, kicked up the brothers who were sitting on the ground and drove them to eat.
Under the urging of Grizzly Xiong, the captain of Lieyan's No. 1 Squadron, the brothers slowly walked towards the bamboo baskets and wooden barrels containing the food.
One brother grabbed the cold steamed buns, and he was in a bad mood. He immediately cursed: "Damn it, why don't you even give me hot buns? Is this for human consumption!?"
"What are you picky about? Do you like to eat or not? Don't block the way if you don't -"
Upon hearing this brother's curse, a brother behind him pushed the complaining brother away in dissatisfaction.
"Why are you pushing me!" The brother who was pushed away stumbled and almost fell, and immediately shouted angrily.
"I just pushed you!" The brother who was in a bad mood glared and said angrily: "When I was fighting the Japanese, I knew how powerful I would be when I hid behind the bunker and didn't see you, but even when I was eating, I mumbled and picked something.
Picking and choosing, what the hell."
"Who are you talking about?!"
When he heard this, the man who was pushed away immediately felt evil in his heart.
"Fuck! You don't like me, right?"
"Not only do I dislike you, but I also want to beat you up, you bastard. If you hadn't been unable to cover yourself well, would Wang Qiang have had his head blown off by the Japanese?"
"Wang Qiang wants to rush out on his own. If he dies, what will it do to me?"
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The two of them were quarreling and quarreling, which soon turned into a fistfight.
The brutal battle last night left a nameless anger in their hearts. You punched me, I kicked you. The voices of mutual accusations became louder and louder, and the attacks became harder and harder. Soon
He struggled and fell to the ground.
"Stop fighting, what are you two doing..."
Seeing the two brothers fighting each other, other brothers around who were in a bad mood stepped forward and started to fight.
"none of your business!"
A brother who was fighting didn't pay attention and received a heavy punch in the face. Stars suddenly appeared in his eyes and he grinned in pain.
"Damn it, I didn't mess with you, why are you venting your anger on me?"
The brother who was beaten was also a rebellious master, and he immediately retaliated with a fist.
"Old Zhang, you are wrong. You just start a fight. Why are you beating the people of our third team?" The leader of Lieyan's third special operations team immediately said with an unkind expression.
"I just beat up the members of your third team. What can you do to me? Why can't I fight back after being beaten?!"
"Fuck, I think your skin is itchy!"
From the initial verbal accusations between the two brothers to a scuffle, two members of the Flame Special Forces team were soon involved.
In the end, everyone was fighting together. Amidst the angry curses, the resting place suddenly became chaotic. Many of their brothers were killed in the fierce battle. They were in a bad mood, and their hearts were filled with anger, like a pile of dry firewood.
It burns instantly.
Seeing the brothers fighting each other together, Grizzly Xiong, the leader of the first squadron of Flame Special Warfare, also became angry.
"Whatever you do, it's nothing to do, right?"
The grizzly bear rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, pulling the two fighting brothers away, yelling loudly, trying to stop them.
However, the grizzly bear accidentally received a fist right after, which angered the burly man. He immediately cursed angrily and joined the fighting group.
Seeing that the grizzly bear who was originally going to stop the brothers from fighting was also involved in the fighting group, Zhang Tie, the captain of Lieyan's second squadron standing aside, was as anxious as the ants on the hot pot and kept scolding him, but the brothers with red eyes,
No matter where you stop, it won't help.
"Sir, please stop them quickly."
Zhang Tie hurriedly ran to Yang Ling who was sitting on the steps eating steamed buns, hoping that Yang Ling, the commander, would come forward to stop their behavior.
Yang Ling also knew that his brothers needed to vent their bad mood, so he didn't stop him from the beginning. He just let them beat him. It would be better if he vented his anger.
When Zhang Tie was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, Yang Ling finished eating the steamed buns and stood up slowly, grabbed a rifle, pointed it at the sky and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
The dull sound of gunfire covered up the roaring and struggling crowd. They all turned their heads to look in the direction of the gunshot, and found that the rifle in Yang Ling's hand was still emitting smoke.
"You're all fucking full, right?! If you have the ability to beat up the Japanese for revenge, how can you be a hero if you take out your anger on your own brothers?!" Yang Ling roared with a straight face.