After Yang Ling paid homage to his fallen brothers, he picked up the helmet and put it on his head. He stood up and dispelled the grief in his heart and regained his spirit.
Because Yang Ling knew very well in his heart that this war was not over yet, and this nation was still suffering under the iron heel of the Japanese.
As a soldier, although my strength is humble and weak, I can't change anything, but I still have to fight bravely, use the blood of the Japanese to pay homage to the sacrificed brothers and people, and tell these invaders that they will pay blood for their sinful behavior.
cost!
From the mountains and seas where the war spread, to the blood-soaked Nanjing, he has been trying to prevent the tragedy from happening, but he is humble and powerless most of the time. Watching the tragedies happening one after another, he is extremely frustrated.
pain.
But now he has figured it out, since he can't stop the humiliation, then he should pick up the sword and fight bravely, do what a soldier should do, kill the enemy with all his strength, and return the country to me!
Yang Ling's steps became more determined than ever before, and his stern face was filled with murderous intent. He wanted to use his actual actions to tell the little devil what a Chinese soldier is.
"Vice-President."
"Deputy Head......"
The brothers in the third battalion were scarred and stained with blood, and many of them were wrapped in blood-stained bandages. The death of more than two hundred brothers made them feel sad, and there was a low and depressing atmosphere in the camp.
The surviving brothers were slumped on the ground in groups of three or five. When they saw Yang Ling approaching, they weakly saluted Yang Ling.
They had fought many bloody battles and vicious battles, but this time half of the battalion was lost. Even the deputy battalion commander, who had always had a high prestige, was sacrificed. The heavy casualties made the brothers become mentally depressed.
Several company commanders were also decorated, their heads were hanging down and they were leaning against the tree trunk listlessly. At this moment, they had no intention of gathering the brothers who were in low spirits.
Yang Ling walked to the foot of a big tree with sonorous steps. When several company commanders saw Yang Ling approaching, they all hurriedly stood up and raised their hands in salute.
When they saw Yang Ling going to the cemetery with a depressed and sad face, they thought that Yang Ling, an old officer like him, would be depressed because he lost an old smoker, or at least he would be unable to recover for a while.
But they didn't expect Yang Ling to control his grief so quickly and cheer up again, which made them feel ashamed.
Yang Ling looked at several company commanders who subconsciously put their feet back and stood at attention to salute. He turned his head and shouted in the distance: "Bell bugle!"
"have!"
A bugler with a trumpet slung around his waist was stunned for a few seconds before he got up from the ground and ran quickly to Yang Ling.
"Blow the trumpet and assemble!"
The bugler saw that Yang Ling's ear had a serious expression, and it didn't seem like he was joking.
"yes!"
The bugler hurriedly took off the dusty trumpet from his waist and wiped it, raised his chest and raised his head, puffed up his cheeks and started blowing.
The powerful and stirring rally call echoed in the mountains, penetrated the battlefield with fierce gunfire in the distance, passed through the filled smoke, and reached the depths of every brother's soul.
Hearing the familiar sound of the trumpet, several company commanders were also shocked. After looking at each other, their eyes were filled with vitality and brilliance.
Whether it was the exhausted brothers who were covered in blood, or those who were sobbing with their heads drooped in sadness, when they heard this majestic and desolate melody, they all grabbed their guns and stood up subconsciously.
"Assemble the company!" First company commander Shunzi seemed to have fresh blood injected into his body. He swept away the decadence on his face and roared in a hoarse voice.
"Second company gathers!"
"Three companies gather together!"
"Heavy Machine Gun Platoon Assemble!"
...
The officers of each company and platoon shouted one after another, shouting orders one after another, dispelling the decadent and low atmosphere that pervaded the camp.
These brothers who had narrowly escaped death on the battlefield gathered in the open space. The smell of gunpowder smoke all over their bodies, the dirt on their faces, and the blood that had solidified into dark black made them look miserable, but they all held their heads high.
All eyes stayed on Yang Ling and never moved away. They believed in this tall and tall commander and believed that he could lead them to win the battle. Even if the casualties were heavy, the little Japanese would bleed like a river.
Yang Ling's face was as serious as hard steel, but looking at these brothers who were determined to follow him to the death, he felt the trust, respect, and determination and courage to fight to the end.
"Count the number of people in each company!" Yang Ling withdrew his gaze and ordered loudly.
First company commander Shunzi took a step forward with his head high and his chest raised, he stood up facing Yang Ling, brushed the ground and raised his hand in a military salute.
"The first company commander was supposed to have 160 men, but he actually had 55 men!"
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"The second company was supposed to have 153 people, but it actually turned out to be 70!"
"The third company was supposed to have 163 people, but it turned out to be 62!"
"The heavy machine gun platoon should have fifty people, but it actually has fifteen!"
"The battalion headquarters security platoon was supposed to have 42 people, but it turned out to be 30!"
After the officers of each company and platoon finished their reports, they returned to the queue and stood still.
Yang Ling looked at an infantry battalion that was strong before the war. After a battle, it had shrunk by more than half, and he felt a mixed feeling in his heart.
There are many new faces in the team, and they are all new recruits who survived. There are many less familiar faces, who were either sacrificed or seriously injured and sent away.
In the past, when Yang Ling was away, deputy battalion elder Yanqiang helped manage the affairs of the camp in obscurity. But now that Lao Yanqiang had died, Yang Ling looked at the empty position and felt a sense of loss in his heart.
"Take a break!" Yang Ling coughed and moistened his throat.
The brothers looked at the commander who had been silent for a long time and stood solemnly. The mountain wind blew through the woods and made a roaring sound. The sound of gunfire in the distance was clearly audible. The brothers' troops were still fighting bloody battles.
"Brothers!" Yang Ling suddenly raised his voice, attracting the attention of all the brothers.
He pointed in the distance to the main position of Minshan with thick smoke and dense gunfire: "The war is not over yet! The extremely vicious little devils are still burning, killing and looting on our Chinese land! Can we surrender?"
"No!" Yang Ling almost roared and shouted, and the brothers were also shocked.
"Our deputy battalion commander died! Hundreds of brothers lay down! Do you think that we will be defeated like this? That's an idiot's dream! The little devil made a wrong calculation! They can't even think about it!"
"Who are we! We are the 74th Army that cannot be defeated! That is the 74th Army that makes the little devils frightened when they hear it!" Yang Ling paused, waved his arms and shouted: "Brothers! Cheer up! For the sake of the country and the nation!
For the sake of the brothers and the people! Even if we fight to the last man! The last bullet! We will never give in and fight bloody to the end!!"
The brothers were originally disheartened because of the heavy casualties, but now the blood in their hearts boiled again.
"Fight to the bitter end!"
"Fight to the bitter end!"
The brothers shouted loudly one after another, and the troops who had withdrawn from the surrounding mountains also stopped and started shouting. The roar of the mountain and the tsunami penetrated the smoke of the battlefield, shaking the hearts of the little Japanese.
"What are the Chinese people shouting?" In the command post of the main position of Minshan, Japanese General Masao Maruyama listened to the shouts coming from the gunfire and raised his head and asked.
A Japanese major with a somewhat ugly face replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty General, the Chinese want to fight to the end."