A group of people rushed over from the reed swamp. Yang Ling reacted the fastest. With a clatter, the bullet was already pushed into the barrel of the gun, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed in the direction of the incoming person.
When the remaining soldiers saw Yang Ling's actions, they all hurriedly fell down, pulled the bolts of their guns, and pointed in the direction of the incoming person to prevent any unexpected events.
The company commander Xiong Dawu was tall and burly, holding a shell gun in his hand, which is also commonly known as a box gun. He pushed aside the reeds in front of him with both hands. His forward body suddenly stopped. Directly in front of him, there were many black holes.
The muzzles of the guns were all pointed at him.
"Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, we are our own people." Xiong Dawu saw Yang Ling and others in gray military uniforms and hurriedly spoke to prevent them from shooting and making him a living target.
The soldiers behind Xiong Dawu also squeezed out of the reed marsh at this moment. When they saw many people pointing guns at them in the field of vision, they were also frightened. They subconsciously raised their guns and pulled the bolts, and there was a sudden crash on their faces.
"Put it down, put it down. You are blind. Didn't you see that you are one of your own?"
Xiong Dawu turned his head and scolded the soldiers behind him, but he was scolding them bloody in his heart. His reaction was too slow. If the people on the other side were real Japs now, they would have died countless times now.
Looks like I need to give these bastards some serious training when I get back.
After Yang Ling confirmed that the person coming was not a Japanese, he lowered the muzzle of his gun, and the remaining soldiers all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Blind Xiong, why are you here?" Lao Yanqiang saw Xiong Dawu's burly body, put away his gun, and approached him with a smile.
When Xiong Dawu heard a familiar voice, he turned around and saw that this was his arch-enemy, the old smoker. Damn it, I thought this old boy was dead, but he didn't expect that he was still alive and kicking.
"Damn it, Lao Yanqiang, you almost scared me to death." Xiong Dawu stepped forward and punched Lao Yanqiang in the chest: "I thought you were reimbursed."
Lao Yanqiang and Xiong Dawu were originally affiliated with the 61st Division, but the troops were dispersed after guarding Wusongkou. They used to be company commanders and had competition with each other. They often boasted and glared at each other, but now
Seeing that the other person is still alive gives me the feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
"Bah, bah, bah, you just reimbursed me. I am a cat. I have nine lives, and even the king of hell would not dare to accept it."
"Just talk nonsense. If you had nine lives, I would still have ten." Xiong Dawu knew the old smoker very well, so he naturally knew the virtues of the old smoker. He was just a veteran scoundrel.
"Lao Yanqiang, what happened with the shooting here just now?" Xiong Dawu looked around and asked Lao Yanqiang.
Lao Yanqiang replied triumphantly: "It's a small matter, we just killed a group of little devils that infiltrated in."
"Old smoker, you will die if you don't brag. With just a few of your broken guns, let alone the enemy, the enemy can barely defeat you."
Even Xiong Dawu didn't believe that Lao Yanqiang and the others could destroy the Japs even if they were beaten to death. He knew the strength of the Japs. One of their divisions was defeated by a large group of Japs. It was embarrassing to talk about it.
"Blind Xiong, did you see that, the brand-new 38-gauge rifle was just seized from the little devil." Lao Yanqian proudly showed off the 38-gauge rifle in his hand.
Seeing Xiong Dawu's doubtful face, he pointed to the reed swamp behind him: "The little devil's body is there. If you don't believe it, you can go and have a look."
"I really don't believe you..." Xiong Dawu stepped forward, pushing aside the thick reeds with his hands, and saw more than a dozen Japanese corpses neatly placed in front of him.
Xiong Dawu walked around and inspected the corpse of the Japanese, and finally determined that it was a genuine Japanese.
Looking at the old smoker looking at him with pride, Xiong Dawu couldn't figure out at the moment how they could defeat so many Japanese with their few broken guns, but he was embarrassed to ask because of his face.
Although Shi Farewell looked at him with admiration for three days, Xiong Dawu never believed that Lao Yanqiang could become so powerful. Since it was not Lao Yanqiang, it must be the remnant soldiers who followed him. However, after looking over and over for a long time, he couldn't believe it.
Like a powerful person.
In the end, General Xiong Dawei’s eyes fell on Yang Ling, because compared to the tattered and dirty remnants of the soldiers, Yang Ling’s military uniform was relatively neat. Although it was an inferior military uniform, Yang Ling’s body had a kind of
Feeling upright.
"I asked Blind Xiong, how is our division?" Lao Yanqiang approached Xiong Dawu and asked.
Hearing Lao Yanqiang's question, a hint of sadness flashed across Xiong Dawu's face: "Our division commander has been dismissed due to unfavorable command of the battle, and the designation is still there, but now we have merged with the 20th Independent Brigade and are reorganized. Now we are ready to
Return to the battlefield."
Hearing such a result, Lao Yanqiang was also very sad. It was not that they were disadvantaged in the battle, but that the Japs were too powerful. Half of the people were killed in a single bombardment, so how could they fight?
"Then where are you going now?"
Xiong Dawu pointed to the Zao Zaobang in the distance: "The Japs have already rushed towards this side. Our division was ordered to establish a position in front with the 81st Division to block the Japs on the other side of the river."
Yang Ling originally thought of taking Lao Yanqiang and his group of remnants to retreat to the rear with the 18th Division, and lead them alive out of this war that was doomed to fail.
But sometimes fate plays tricks on people. They were looking for the 61st Division to return to the army, but they couldn't find it. Now they have given up on the idea of returning, and they happened to meet the 61st Division, so they had to
Return to the team and set foot on the battlefield again.
The remnant soldiers were once again worried about their fate, not knowing whether they would be lucky enough to survive. Yang Ling remained silent along the way. He knew that this was fate, and he could not escape from this vicious circle despite going round and round.
Under the leadership of Xiong Dawu, Lao Yanqiang and the remaining soldiers who had been wandering outside for some days finally returned to the embrace of the 61st Division, but Lao Yanqiang's wrinkled face became even more sad.
When he learned that Sixty-One was going to the battlefield to fight the Japanese again, he had completely thrown away the idea of returning to the army. He just wanted to escape far away and save his life.
But although the idea was good, his old rival Xiong Dawu knew Lao Yanqiang well. Lao Yanqiang could tell whether he was peeing or farting as soon as he poked his butt, so there was no chance for Lao Yanqiang and the others to become deserters.
He was bundled up and returned to the team.
The 61st Division merged with the 20th Independent Brigade and was reorganized into two subordinate brigades. Since Lao Yanqiang and the others were disbanded before the reorganization, they were directly integrated into the 183rd Brigade like Xiong Dawu and others after they came back.
The third battalion of the 361st regiment.
Lao Yanqiang and the others became the supplementary company of the third battalion. Lao Yanqiang continued to serve as the company commander, and Yang Ling was recommended to become the company deputy. However, the people were still the same, and together they just made up enough for a platoon.