The fog dissipated a lot, revealing the crisscrossing fields and reed swamps in the distance. The sound of gunfire in the distance became more intense, and the two sides fought fiercely day and night without stopping.
But in Yang Ling's eyes, all this was in vain. Although the National Revolutionary Army continued to mobilize troops and generals to enter the battlefield, facing the Japanese who had air supremacy and hundreds of heavy artillery and cannons, the people who filled in
The more people there are, the more people will die.
The idea that you will be beaten if you fall behind is vividly reflected here. No matter how many people there are, what's the use? Countless artillery shells will be torn into pieces in an instant. Facing steel guns and cannons, all the blood and courage will only turn into a one-sided massacre.
This is the war of this era, tragic and helpless.
The remnants of the soldiers happily pulled away the corpse of the Japanese. All useful things were pulled onto their bodies, including armed belts, water bottles, food, and even the Japanese soldiers' shoes. They looked like a group of soldiers with eyes full of danger.
The wild wolf with green light swept away everything until nothing was left.
Lao Yanqiang did not pick up the trophies like the other remnants. He was more concerned about Yang Ling, the monster who could break the neck of a Japanese soldier with his bare hands. While he was shocked, he was also very curious about Yang Ling's identity. He picked up the Japanese squad leader.
He took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Ling respectfully, saying, "What do you call this little brother?"
Yang Ling waved his hand and rejected the cigarette offered by Lao Yanqiang: "Yang Ling, second lieutenant platoon leader of the 61st Division." Cigarettes and alcohol have always been things that Yang Ling stayed away from, because as a special forces soldier, he must always keep his brain clear.
It was not only the original army regulations, but also the good habits developed by Yang Ling.
The old smoker awkwardly took back the cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. He took out a box of matches, clicked them, lit them and took a deep puff. He introduced himself: "My name is Zhou Fugui. They all call me the old smoker, too."
Those from the 61st Division serve as company commanders."
Some memories that originally belonged to this body emerged in Yang Ling's mind. He knew that the 61st Division was defeated while guarding the Wusong Fort. Most of the division was killed and had to be reduced to a regiment. The division commander was also dismissed.
The beating was rather brutal.
"Company Commander Zhou, what are you going to do next?" Yang Ling tentatively asked the old smoker who was smoking a cigarette.
Lao Yanqiang sighed and said with a somewhat sad expression: "The entire division has been dispersed, and now there are Japs everywhere. If you hadn't come to the rescue just now, Brother Yang, we would have been reimbursed. I heard that the division headquarters has been evacuated.
Yang Xing, we are going there."
Hearing Lao Yanqiang's answer, Yang Ling immediately had a preliminary understanding of the situation. He pointed at the remnant soldiers who were searching for loot and said: "On the way here, I saw that the enemy's intersecting troops had already run in front of us. With these few shots,
I'm afraid it won't be easy for Po Qiang to walk to Yang Xing smoothly."
"There's nothing you can do about it. Just leave your life and death to your fate. It's better than staying here and waiting to die." Lao Yanqiang's words were full of pessimism.
There were countless Japs intersecting troops, chasing the buttocks of these defeated troops. Yang Ling also encountered countless waves along the way, including several battles. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been dumped, which also made him realize his personal power.
No matter how powerful you are, you are always in danger of losing your life in such a large-scale war.
This is the so-called difficulty of defeating four fists with two fists. He is confident that he can easily defeat ten Japanese soldiers with one against ten, but if he encounters a Japanese squad or a Japanese squadron, he will have to consider escaping for his life, let alone thousands of soldiers.
As a team, even if an individual's power is strong, it is limited.
It is based on this understanding that Yang Ling decided not to fight alone and join a team to fight side by side, so that he can survive better. Team spirit also applies here.
"I have a way to take you out safely." Yang Ling has now decided to cooperate with the defeated troops of the 61st Division who were beaten to shame by the Japanese.
In view of the fact that Yang Ling had killed more than a dozen Japs by himself before, Lao Yanqian believed in what Yang Ling said, and his blood-red eyes were rejuvenated. If Yang Ling was really willing to take them, they would definitely be able to
Evacuate safely, this is what Old Smoker is thinking at the moment.
But then the old smoker began to mutter in his heart, Yang Ling had just saved their lives, and now he offered to take them out, what was Yang Ling trying to do?
"Brother Yang, how can we be embarrassed by you helping us again and again?" Lao Yanqiang tested Yang Ling, wanting to know what Yang Ling's purpose was.
The trace of worry that flashed in Lao Yanqiang's eyes could not escape Yang Ling's eyes. Hearing that there was something in Lao Yanqiang's words, he did not answer the words, patted the dust on his body and stood up: "I only have one condition, you must have it."
Follow my command."
As the saying goes, brothers who work together are stronger than gold. In this dangerous situation, if you can't twist up and down into a rope, it will be harder to escape from the encirclement surrounded by devils than to climb to the sky.
What's more important is that Yang Ling realizes the limitations of personal strength, so he wants to fight the Japanese better. Leading a team to fight the Japanese is much better than fighting alone. With his ability, he may not be able to train a team.
The Republic of China's version of the Falcon Squadron, and these remnants of soldiers he rescued are the best soldiers currently.
Lao Yanqiang was stunned when he heard Yang Ling's words. His brain hadn't turned around yet. He was even ready to spend all his money, but he didn't expect that instead of asking for their ocean, Yang Ling just wanted it.
power of command.
In the eyes of Lao Yanqiang, there are only a few people left in the Communist Party now, and the command power cannot be used as food. Since Yang Ling wants it, he immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay, Brother Yang, we will all obey your command.
If anyone doesn't listen to you, I'll rip off his head and use him as a chamber pot for you."
Yang Ling saw Lao Yanqiang agreeing so simply, and a smile appeared on his face: "Let the brothers pack up quickly, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time."
"Hey" Lao Yanqiang responded and immediately called to the surviving remnants of the soldiers: "Please be f*cking quick and prepare to retreat."
It was already afternoon when Luo Dayong woke up. He felt severe pain all over his body. The violent jolts in his body made him feel that his bones were about to fall apart. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that the river and the fields were retreating rapidly. He was lying on his stomach.
On a person's back.
Looking at his familiar companion who was busy on his way, Luo Dayong grinned, and then he couldn't help but shed tears. He, Luo Dayong, was still alive, and his tears mixed with the dust on his face and became sticky.
, Luo Dayong didn't care, what he cared about was that he had another brush with death.