Dozens of people and soldiers in Qianjia Village were tortured by the Japs. The bloody scene seemed to be happening in front of the remnants of the soldiers. The remnants of the soldiers clenched their fists, and their dirty faces were filled with anger, hatred and murderous intent. They wished they could do it now.
Go back and find the little devil to avenge this blood revenge!
Yang Ling could clearly feel the blood boiling in the bones of the remnant soldiers, and he could also feel their bizarre anger, but he knew better that going back now was like hitting a stone with an egg, and would only make these soldiers lose their lives in vain.
"Brothers! Let me say something!" Yang Ling said, attracting everyone's attention.
He looked at the tired, dirty, unshaven faces, and raised his voice: "Brothers! Last night we killed a Japanese general! The Japanese are looking for us all over the world! I wish we could go back and fight for them."
, that way they can eliminate us effortlessly, do you think we can be fooled by the Japanese?"
"Don't fall for the devil's trick!"
Machine gun company commander Yang Dashu agreed with Yang Ling's words, but soon he asked: "But aren't we going to avenge those dead people and brothers?!"
"This is a blood feud! How can you not avenge it!" Yang Ling looked around at a group of brothers who were looking at him and said earnestly: "But we only have these twenty or so people left now. Going back now is like hitting an egg with an egg against a stone. Not only can we not avenge
If we take revenge, we will sacrifice it in vain. This is exactly what the devils want to see, so we cannot let the devils get their wish. We must live first! Live well! As long as we live, we will make the devils ten times and a hundred times repay this blood feud in the future!"
"Stay alive first! Only by living can you avenge Cui'er and the others!" Company Commander Qin Shou seemed to be a different person after wailing and crying, and his voice was full of murderous intent.
The rest of them gritted their teeth and chewed Yang Ling's words over and over again. Only by living can we avenge the dead!
Yang Ling's words turned Can Bing's momentary anger into hatred deep in his heart. He believed that one day, the accumulated blood feud would explode vigorously, making the Japanese pay the bloody price for what they had done.
The Japanese reconnaissance plane showed its ferocious face from the thick clouds, and the huge roar of the engine made the eardrums hurt. When the Japanese reconnaissance plane went away, Yang Ling immediately led the remaining soldiers towards Jiangyin County.
Qin Shou and the rest of the brothers who broke out from Qianjiacun only had six people left, and each of them was injured. Yang Ling and the others lost a few when they attacked the Japanese camp, and now there are still sixteen left. The total of both sides is still there.
The remaining brother number 22 can be said to have suffered a heavy loss.
As a commander, Yang Ling felt heartbroken for those brothers who had sacrificed their lives, but he knew that this blood debt would eventually have to be recovered from the little devils. What he wanted more now was to bring these living brothers back.
When they rushed towards Jiangyin County, they didn't know that the crazy Japanese had already laid a dragnet and vowed to use their blood and heads to pay tribute to the killed Lieutenant General Kawadahara.
The retreat route that Yang Ling and others took was the preset retreat route used by Lao Yanqiang and others when they attacked the Japanese artillery position in Dingshan. They chose a deserted path and did not encounter any Japs along the way.
"Everyone, hold on a little longer. Let's go forward for about three or four miles, and then we cross the river and it will be our own territory." Old Smoker gasped, holding on to a bare willow tree and pointing forward.
The paths covered with weeds cheered up the exhausted crowd.
Yang Ling also stopped and stood on the side of the road to encourage: "Brothers! grit your teeth and let's stand out!"
These remnant soldiers were really tired. Ever since they received the order to go to Shanghai to fight the national war, they had been marching in a hurry, fighting fiercely on the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and then retreating hastily to escape for their lives.
They have not had any rest for several months, and have been struggling on the line of life and death all day long. Both physically and mentally, they have reached the end of their strength. The reason why they have not collapsed until now is because they do not want to die cowardly, and they are always holding back in their hearts.
After a while, they were unwilling to give in!
Fatty Tian San, although his body was as round as a rubber ball, was nimble and light. At this moment, he was carrying a 38-meter large cover and flying back along the path with two sent out scouts.
"Brother Yang, we are in trouble. The devils set up a traffic jam at the intersection in front of us." Fatty Tian San's loud voice came before he could even rush to Yang Ling.
When the fat man came close, Yang Ling asked carefully: "What is the specific situation?"
"The Japs have set up roadblocks about three miles ahead. There seems to be a large number of Japs to the left, but I can't see the number from a distance."
"Can you go around to the right?" Yang Ling asked with a frown.
Fatty Tian San replied: "There is an open space on the right. If you go around it, it will become a target for the Japanese."
Hearing this, everyone's hearts began to sink, and they began to discuss in a low voice. Now there are wolves in front of them and tigers in the back. If they can't make a decision early, they will all be reimbursed when the Japanese behind them catch up.
Yang Ling still remained calm, and his expression became serious: "How many Japanese soldiers does Luka have?"
Fatty Tian San stretched out his fingers and gestured: "I guess there are twenty or thirty of them, armed with two light machine guns."
Twenty or thirty are two Japanese detachments. Qin Shou approached Yang Ling and said: "Batalion Commander, do you want me to take a few brothers to charge?"
Qin Shou used to be greedy for life and afraid of death, and would run away whenever he encountered any danger. But now he suddenly changed and became brave.
Yang Ling shook his head and rejected Qin Shou's suggestion: "There are only twenty or thirty Japs. If a few brothers rush forward, they will die in vain."
"Then what should we do? If we go back, there will be more Japs behind, or it will be delayed until night..." Lao Yanqian also frowned, adding wrinkles to his forehead.
Yang Ling gritted his teeth and said, "The Japanese are coming fiercely. It's still early before dark, and we don't have that much time. What I mean is that we concentrate our firepower on how many can be rushed out!"
Now Yang Ling has no other choice. They have been forced into a desperate situation by the Japanese. In order to protect the lives of his brothers, he is always careful not to take risks.
But now I don't care about that much anymore. If I wait a moment longer, I will be in more danger. Now I can only have a way to survive by focusing my firepower to break through the roadblock in front.
As for who could rush through alive, it all depended on their luck. Yang Ling made up his mind, gathered the remaining twenty brothers together, and asked them for their opinions.
"Battal Commander, come on! I have a big scar on my head, but I will be a good man again after eighteen years!" A burly soldier said with a fierce look on his face.
"Yes! We are not afraid of death! If I am unlucky enough not to rush out! I will admit it. I just pray that the living brothers will burn some paper money for me every year."