More than thirty soldiers, all in utter embarrassment, stumbled and ran through the night. They panted heavily, falling into the muddy rice fields from time to time, struggling to get up, and crossing the broken and dead villages.
They ran until they reached a dark forest. Only then did Yang Ling, with sweat dripping from his forehead, stop. He put his hands on his knees and panted and ordered: "Stop - take a rest in the forest!"
The exhausted soldiers entered the dark forest, immediately slipped to the ground like mud, and then lay down on the ground to breathe in the fresh air.
Qin Shou ran out of breath. He sat down on the ground and then lay on his back. Through the gaps in the woods, he saw a full moon emerging from the dark clouds and hanging in the sky.
Looking at the extremely bright moon hanging in the sky like a pancake, Qin Shou grinned. He heard that the underworld was dark and dark, so he was lucky to live again.
The soldiers who had spent the rest of the bloody battle also laughed one after another, laughing that they were still alive. Suddenly, a strange laughter sounded in the dark forest, which made people feel like the howling of a lonely ghost, which made people's hair stand on end.
Yang Ling ran all the way, and his tattered clothes had long been soaked. The military uniform he wore had been worn for a long time and rolled in the blood puddles of corpses countless times. It was so dirty that the original color could not be seen clearly, but now it was mixed with wet
Sweat gave off a sour smell.
The soldiers were about the same as Yang Ling. Their clothes were ragged and looked slovenly, but after the war, they still managed to keep the place clean, so it was good to be alive.
The more than 30 defeated soldiers who had narrowly escaped death first grinned happily at being alive, and soon some of them turned to twitching in low voices.
Although they narrowly escaped death and picked up another life on the battlefield, the brothers who had fought side by side for many times were lying on the battlefield forever, not even a whole body was left behind. Their hearts were as heavy as a big stone weighing on them.
of discomfort.
"Why are you crying? We are all big men! Don't cry like a girl! What are you talking about!" Yang Ling looked at the soldiers who were crying softly and scolded them.
Although they have temporarily escaped the pursuit of the Japanese soldiers, the situation is still dangerous. Crying at this time will greatly affect the morale of the people around them. Yang Ling will never allow such a thing to happen.
Because morale is like the air in a balloon. Once it is deflated, it is difficult to regroup in a short time. They still need to fight in order to survive. A group of people without morale and fighting spirit will greatly reduce their combat effectiveness.
Company commander Qin Shou had different thoughts from Yang Ling. He felt that Yang Ling was a bit cold-blooded and unkind in scolding these grieving soldiers. After all, was it wrong to be sad and sad when he watched his brothers fighting side by side die?
"Battal Commander, they are just venting their feelings. It's no big deal, just cry..." Qin Shou saw Yang Ling scolding him, but he said something that hurt his feelings, so he hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.
But Yang Ling did not accept Qin Shou's favor, but continued: "I know that many brothers died in the hands of the Japs. You feel uncomfortable, and I feel uncomfortable too! But can crying solve the problem?!"
Yang Ling growled hoarsely: "Crying won't solve the problem! It will only make you appear incompetent and cowardly!"
Upon hearing Yang Ling's words, the soldiers who originally thought Yang Ling was a little unkind stopped crying and twitching, and listened quietly to Yang Ling's words.
"The devils killed our brothers. This is a blood feud! Crying has no effect. The devils will only laugh at us, and then continue to kill our people and our brothers!"
Yang Ling's words were like needles, pricking the hearts of the defeated soldiers, but they could not find a reason to refute, because they suddenly felt that crying really had no effect.
Yang Ling paused and raised his clenched fist: "Blood revenge requires blood! The Japanese have killed our brothers. What we have to do is not cry incompetently! Instead, we must accumulate strength and muster the courage to take revenge!"
"Yes! Revenge!" Yang Ling's words resonated with a defeated soldier. He stretched out his sleeves and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He looked at Yang Ling and said, "Batalion Commander, please take us to take revenge!"
Some defeated soldiers clenched their fists and echoed: "Battalion Commander, how do you want to fight! As long as we kill the Japanese to avenge them, we will listen to you. If I frown, I am not a son of a bitch!"
Yang Ling looked at the emotionally charged defeated soldiers and nodded with satisfaction. Their morale had not been exhausted after all. As long as they still had fighting spirit and blood, their combat effectiveness would be extraordinary.
He stretched out his hand and pressed down, stopping the defeated soldiers from clamoring for a fight: "The Japs are equipped and there are many people. Look at how exhausted you are now. You have lost all your strength. Going to the Japs now is not revenge.
That’s sending yourself to death!”
"We are not afraid of death!"
"I know you are not afraid of death, but I am afraid that your death will not be worth it! If you die in vain, then who will avenge those dead brothers?"
Yang Ling's words left the defeated soldiers speechless. Qin Shou raised his head and asked, "What should we do?"
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Yang Ling waved his hand: "Now you have a rest from your mission and eat to replenish your strength! Only when you have enough food and drink to have enough strength can you fight the Japanese!"
"Listen to the battalion commander, eat and drink enough to fight the Japanese!" The soldiers chewed Yang Ling's words and suddenly felt that they made sense.
The emotions of the defeated soldiers were aroused by Yang Ling. They were no longer depressed and decadent at this moment, but were relieved in their hearts. Yang Ling believed that if he ordered them to charge towards the Japanese bunker, they would not even frown.
Yang Ling and the others killed many Japanese soldiers along the way. These were not soldiers who had fought in battles. They knew how to put ammunition and food into their pockets without Yang Ling's instructions.
When Yang Ling ordered to rest and eat to replenish his strength, everyone took out the seized biscuits and other things from their pockets and stuffed them into their mouths.
Looking at the vicious way they bite, I'm afraid they think the food they are eating is a ghost, and they want to eat the ghost alive.
Seeing the defeated soldiers like this, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. It is difficult to lead an army, and it is even harder to lead a defeated army. Only by keeping their strong fighting spirit can they not collapse at the first touch and become people who only know how to escape again.
Broken troops.
"Battalion Commander, we still have thirty-two heads. They are all slightly injured and will not affect the battle. However, there is not much ammunition left."
Qin Shou is very respectful to Yang Ling now. After all, he owes Yang Ling his life. While eating, he reported the current situation to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling chewed the biscuits and filled his throat with water. He just nodded to show that he understood.
Seeing that Yang Ling was silent, Qin Shou couldn't help but ask: "Batalion Commander, what should we do next? Are we really going to seek revenge against the Japanese?"
Qin Shouke was really afraid that Yang Ling's head would be so hot that people would rush back to seek revenge from the Japanese. After all, they had just escaped from the Japanese, so he felt it was necessary to remind Yang Ling. After all, the strength gap between the two sides was too big, and he didn't want to go back and die.
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"Why not?" Yang Ling put down the kettle and asked Qin Shou.
"I said to the battalion commander, we only have these thirty or so people left, and they are not even enough to fill the gaps between the Japanese's teeth." Qin Shou was now feeling miserable, he was really afraid of what would happen.
Seeing Qin Shou sweating profusely with anxiety, Yang Ling smiled: "What are you afraid of? I'm not a reckless person. Have you ever seen me fight a battle that I'm not sure about?"
Yang Ling really wants to go back and fuck the little devil now. It's not because of a whim, but because he thought carefully when he was running for his life.
When they had nearly a thousand people, they had a big target. Although it was easy to defeat the Japanese, it was also difficult to escape, so they spent most of the time on the run.
But things are different now. There are only about 30 people left. They have small targets and are flexible. They can attack or retreat when they want. They can drill into any knot at will. The Japanese will never catch them unless they send out heavy troops to search all over the place.
, he felt that it was the Japanese who should have a headache now.