The regiment leader Li Zhong stood on the steps of the dilapidated house with a serious face. After repeated fierce battles, his uniform was no longer straight and wrinkled and stained with mud. It was very different from the majestic image of the past.
There were more than three hundred scarred and exhausted bodies standing at the foot of the steps. They looked at the unkempt group leader standing on the steps. They did not laugh. Everyone stood quietly, their eyes full of respect.
The regiment leader Li Zhong personally went to the battlefield to fight with the Japanese soldiers with bayonets. It was obvious to all that he won the respect of all the soldiers.
Li Zhong looked around at the scarred and exhausted soldiers in front of him, feeling a little heavy. There were more than 1,100 people in the regiment before they entered the position. After a day and night of fierce fighting, they were now able to hold a gun.
Of the lightly wounded, only about 300 were left able to fight.
And now he was going to lead the surviving soldiers of these regiments to take back their positions from the hands of the Japs. It would definitely be another bloody battle. He didn't know how many of them would survive by then, and his eyes were filled with sadness.
Li Zhong took a deep breath, dispelled his complicated thoughts, and his eyes became determined.
"Brothers! I need a death squad now. Is there anyone who is not afraid of death?!"
To counterattack the positions recaptured by the Japs, Li Zhong needed a suicide squad to rush to the front to tear apart the Japs' defense line and open a path for the follow-up troops to attack. However, everyone knew that this was a mission with a near-death mission and no hope of survival.
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More than 300 people were silent. They knew that as long as they joined the death squads, they would basically die. It was not that they were afraid of death, but they felt that this was an impossible task in front of the Japanese soldiers with heavy firepower.
Li Zhong looked at these silent soldiers, a look of disappointment flashed across his face. After all, those who dared to fight and charge had been lost in the previous rounds of battles. Now these people are still alive as soldiers.
But there is no need to risk death just to make a living.
No one took the initiative to sign up to join the death squad, but the position still had to be regained. Just when Li Zhong was about to name his names to form the death squad, a sonorous and powerful voice sounded from the team: "I'm going!"
Li Zhong looked around, and on the far left side of the team, a slightly familiar soldier raised his hand. He quickly remembered that the squad leader who killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers one by one was named Yang or something.
Yang Ling raised his hand and took the initiative to sign up for the death squad. It was not because he was pushy or wanted to attract anyone's attention, but because he felt that he had the ability to tear apart the Japanese defense line and prevent more of his comrades from dying in battle.
"Yang Ling, what are you doing? Put your hands down quickly. This is not your way to die." Lao Yanqiang looked at Yang Ling and raised his hand. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He called Yang Ling's name and stretched out his hand to pull it.
His raised hand.
"Company Lieutenant, don't worry about it. Put your hands down quickly." The remnants of the supplementary company also became anxious. They lowered their voices and tried to persuade Yang Ling, hoping that Yang Ling wouldn't be stupid.
More than 300 pairs of eyes looked at Yang Ling, the deputy company commander who stood upright and with tattered military uniforms. Some sighed, shook their heads and cursed him as a fool, while others were gloating that they finally didn't have to die.
"Okay, what's your name?" Li Zhong was very happy when he saw Yang Ling raising his hand to join the death squad. At least it was a good start.
"Report to the regiment, Yang Ling, deputy commander of the third battalion's supplementary company!" Yang Ling walked out of the queue and stepped forward to answer.
Li Zhong, the leader of the regiment, praised: "Well, he is a man! Not a coward!"
It's over, it's over. Seeing Yang Ling taking the initiative to join the death squad made Lao Yanqiang and others anxious. It was a life-or-death mission, but Yang Ling had already walked out, so they could only worry.
"Is there anyone else who has taken the initiative to sign up to join the death squads? If not, I can order people myself?" Li Zhong asked, looking at the whispering soldiers and raising his voice.
"I'm going too!" Xiong Dawu, commander of the first company of the third battalion, raised his hand and shouted loudly.
"I said Xiong Dawu, you can't even think about it. You are going to die!" Lao Yanqiang watched Xiong Dawu step out of the queue and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab him.
Lao Yanqiang and Xiong Dawu are old acquaintances, and they have known each other for four or five years. Although they usually dislike each other and often blow their beards and stare, the old brothers were so disabled that they died.
The two of them stood down and watched Xiong Dawu going to die. Lao Yanqiang suddenly felt empty.
Xiong Dawu turned his head and looked at the old smoker who was dragging him, "I mean the old smoker, it's none of your business if I send you to death, so get started."
"I'm doing this for your own good. Don't you know what is good and what is evil?"
Xiong Dawu glanced at Lao Smoking: "I'm willing to die, at least I have the courage! Huh, unlike some people who only know how to talk and have the courage of rabbits."
Lao Yanqiang felt uncomfortable hearing what Xiong Dawu said, so he dragged him and asked: "I said Xiong Xiongzi, who are you talking about?"
Xiong Dawu didn't dare to smoke, so he stretched out his hand to block Lao Qiang's hand, walked straight to Yang Ling and stood next to him, his nostrils pointing to the sky, not looking at Lao Qiang.
Although Xiong Dawu looks tall and thick, he is indeed a thick-skinned person, otherwise he wouldn't have been a heavy smoker all these years.
Although he and Yang Ling only competed with each other once and worked together to fight a wave of Japanese soldiers, he admired Yang Ling's shooting skills and courage. He believed that people like Yang Ling could not really die stupidly, so he wanted to bet
He risked his life on Yang Ling.
Now there were only about 300 people left in the regiment. Facing the heavy and light firepower of the Japanese, it was almost the same as a death squad, so he chose to follow Yang Ling.
Luo Ziqiang, carrying the 38-gauge rifle seized from the Japanese, walked out of the queue quietly, stood behind Yang Ling, and signed up.
With Yang Ling and others setting an example, a few brave soldiers raised their hands to join the death squads. They were either infected by Yang Ling and others, or they were just plain stupid.
The old smoker is very confused now. Yang Ling has signed up to join the death squad. What should they do?
They have been following Yang Ling since they were in the enemy-occupied area. Although he is nominally the company commander, Yang Ling has the final say in everything. They have followed Yang Ling to survive until now. Now that Yang Ling is going to join the death squad, should they go too, but
That's sending yourself to death.
The main reason why Yang Ling didn't ask Lao Yanqiang and others to join the death squad with him was that although he had some confidence, there were dangers and he couldn't drag them into a pit of fire.
But when the group leader Li Zhong asked for the last time, Lao Yanqiang and others still walked out of the queue and stood beside Yang Ling.
"Why are you doing this?" Yang Ling looked at Lao Smoking and the others with a wry smile.
"You are not the only one in our supplementary company who is not afraid of death, and none of us are cowards." Lao Yanqiang said, raising his head to Xiong Dawu with provocation on his face.
Luo Dayong and Li Mazi also echoed: "We are not cowards."
As for why they came here, perhaps only they themselves knew, and Yang Ling didn't bother to ask.
Regiment leader Li Zhong saw more than a dozen soldiers coming out one after another and nodded with satisfaction. At least some of the 361 regiment were not afraid of death.