Wu Zhenguo straightened his back and looked at the more than 100 remnant soldiers who had escaped from the Japanese encirclement. They looked tired and their clothes were torn. He felt that he was a little selfish and wanted to send them to a bloody place.
On the battlefield, he was sent back to a battlefield where there was little hope of survival.
But Wu Zhenguo had no choice. There were less than 100 men left in his entire battalion, but the Japanese attack was still fierce. If he wanted to hold his position, he had to add these remnants with good combat effectiveness to his army, so that he could
hope.
When Wu Zhenguo announced that Yang Ling and others would be added to their camp in the name of a supplementary company to participate in the battle to defend the position, the remaining soldiers immediately exploded.
"I belong to the 44th Division. Why should I help your 18th Division defend the position? I won't do it!"
"We want to go back to our 106th Division. The position here has nothing to do with us!"
"Captain Wu, at least we helped you fight a battle. It's okay if you don't repay the favor. You still let us die. What you did is so unjust."
...
The remnants of the soldiers criticized Wu Zhenguo all the time. Yang Ling stood silently. For him, it was almost the same there. He did not belong to this era in the first place. In fact, it did not matter whether he stayed here or went back to the 61st Division.
There is not much difference, they are all fighting against the Japanese.
"Brother Yang, please say something, they are sending us to be cannon fodder." Luo Dayong shouted and pushed Yang Ling out.
The remnant soldiers all became quiet and turned their eyes to Yang Ling, waiting for Yang Ling to speak. If Yang Ling hadn't been there along the way, they would have gone to see the Lord of Hell, so in their hearts they admired Yang Ling and were grateful to Yang Ling for taking them.
Stand out from the encirclement.
Yang Ling jumped onto the trench and stood high up. Seeing these exhausted remnants, he slowly said: "Brothers, what you said is correct. We come from various armies. Why should we help their 18th Division defend their position?"
.”
"Yes, why!" The remaining soldiers shouted in agreement, wanting to return to their respective units.
Wu Zhenguo did not expect that Yang Ling actually incited these remnants to refuse. He was about to speak when Yang Ling's voice came again.
"This is the position of the 18th Division, yes, but this is our Chinese land. We are all soldiers and have the responsibility to defend the land. Since it is our Chinese land, what are we doing with such a clear distinction? Anyway, we are all fighting the Japanese."
, It’s not a fight there, you think I don’t care about what I said.”
The shouting remnant soldiers lowered their heads and began to think. They came from various armies from the north and south of the Yangtze River. They had fought in various warlord factions and had strong factionalism.
But now they are fighting a national war, so why should they be so clear-cut? They are all Chinese, and they are all fighting the Japanese. When Yang Ling mentioned this, they suddenly felt that it made sense.
"Besides, our respective troops don't know where they are now. We are fighting everywhere. If we are scattered, who knows whether we will encounter the Japanese again, what dangers we will encounter, whether we will be regarded as deserters, instead of aimlessly
To find the original troops, we might as well become a team and defend this place and our Chinese land!"
Yang Ling's words were eloquent and spoke directly to the hearts of these remnant soldiers. Although they wanted to find their original troops, they had no idea where they were. They might be shot as deserters if they walked out alone.
In this case, it is better to follow Yang Ling and fight the Japanese here. Anyway, Yang Ling is so powerful, it is at least much better to follow him than to run out and be mistaken for a deserter.
"Brother Yang, the 61st Division can't go back for the time being. Since we need people here, I'm an old smoker and I'm too lazy to leave. I'll stay here to guard our Chinese land!"
"Yes, they are all fighting against Japanese invaders there, so we will stay."
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After the remnant soldiers figured this out, they decided to stay and help Wu Zhenguo and the others defend their position here.
When Wu Zhenguo saw that the remaining soldiers agreed to stay, he was full of gratitude to Yang Ling.
"Brothers, I, Wu Zhenguo, thank you!" Wu Zhenguo bowed to the remaining soldiers, which made them feel embarrassed. They were clamoring to leave just now.
"Captain Wu, we are all willing to stay, but you have to take care of the food." Yang Ling teased.
"In charge of the food, in charge of the food, Wowotou is in charge of it." Wu Zhenguo said excitedly and incoherently and hurriedly greeted the back: "Go and inform the cooking team to prepare food for the brothers who have newly joined our supplementary company."
In this way, Yang Ling and other remnants from various units became the supplementary company in the Wu Zhenguo Camp of the 18th Division. Although they were supplementary companies, they had to fight against the Japs head-on.
Under the leadership of Wu Zhenguo, more than a hundred of them got their guns back and then headed towards the bloody battlefield.
"My mother, it's so miserable."
When Yang Ling and his replenishment team arrived at the position after having had enough food and drinks, they were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them.
Corpses, corpses piled up on the ground, some buried in the soil and some piled into sandbags, the ground was full of large and small craters, the soil had all been scorched and turned black, mixed with
The blood is sticky.
The air was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. This place was completely a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Heiwazi kicked the corpse that was blown into half and looked at the exposed internal organs and intestines. His heart was churning and he couldn't hold it back.
With a sound, he spat out the eaten glutinous rice balls again.
There were only a hundred or so people left in Wu Zhenguo's battalion staying in the bombed-out trenches. They looked at the soldiers of the supplementary company with disgraced faces, their eyes were dull, numb, and there was no reaction. They were wrapped in gauze.
The blood oozing from the wound had turned dark red and was covered with sand.
All the soldiers in the supplementary company looked heavy. They did not expect that Wu Zhenguo's battalion was beaten so badly. Most of the people almost died and turned into cold corpses. They were placed so messily on the battlefield, giving people a sense of
Strong visual impact.
Those who are still alive have become numb and lifeless, holding the broken guns in their hands mechanically, leaning on the fragmented trenches. They don’t know how long they can live. There is no hope and no tomorrow. Their eyes are dim without a trace.
His expression is like that of a walking zombie.
Yang Ling felt his heart getting heavier every time he took a step forward. Facing the Japs' steel guns and cannons, they relied on their own flesh and blood to block the Japs' attacks one after another. They threw their heads and blood, just for the sake of
Protect this land and the backbone of this nation.
"Captain Wu, let them go down and rest first. They are too tired." Yang Ling really couldn't bear to look at these exhausted and skinny defenders like walking zombies. He was ready to take over the position here and guard it for them.
, so that they can go to sleep and have a full meal.