There are a total of fifteen people in the death squad. Yang Ling was the first one to sign up to participate, so he was appointed captain of the death squad by the group leader Li Zhong.
Their mission was to get as close as possible to the Japanese defense line, and when the attack was launched, they would open a gap and open an attack channel for the following troops.
At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the sky had completely darkened, and the troops responsible for retaking the position had secretly moved to a depression on the west side of the position to nest.
"Deputy Company Commander Yang, if this assault is successful and the position is regained, I will promote you to battalion commander." In order to boost morale before leaving, the regiment leader Li Zhong deliberately called Yang Ling and more than ten people from the death squad aside and promised Yang Ling.
Yang Ling was stunned. He didn't expect that the regiment commander would be so generous and promoted him to the battalion commander.
The old smoker pushed enviously and Yang Ling, who was stunned, hurriedly reminded: "Brother Yang, why don't you hurry up and thank everyone."
"Thank you for your support." Yang Ling came to his senses and hurriedly thanked the group leader Li Zhong. Although he had to come back alive to cash in, he was promoted after all, and he was still very happy.
Now two of the three battalion commanders of the entire regiment are dead, and one was seriously injured and sent to the rear. Because of the heavy casualties among officers, there have been many promotions in the firing line, but not many have been promoted directly from deputy company commander to battalion commander.
"Hey, Battalion Commander Yang, you have been promoted, so you have to treat us to dinner." Luo Dayong came over with a smile, happy for Yang Ling, regardless of whether the battalion commander could honor it by then, this meal cannot be missed.
"Why are you happy? It's unclear whether you can live or not." The company commander Xiong Dawu hugged his arms and looked at the happy people, then poured a basin of cold water on them.
"I think you are just jealous, you are jealous." Lao Ciangqian suddenly became unhappy and retorted.
"Why am I jealous? I am telling the truth."
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, the group leader Li Zhong coughed and interrupted them, but the two still glared.
"The same goes for you. If you regain the position, you will all be promoted to one level!"
"Thank you, everyone. Thank you, everyone." Lao Yanqiang suddenly felt happy when he heard this, and his face became a little flushed with excitement.
In the end, Lao Yanqiang slapped his chest loudly: "Don't worry, everyone, we will fight the enemy bravely this time!"
Seeing that the old smoker, who always believed in protecting his life first, had become so enlightened so quickly, Xiong Dawu folded his arms and watched coldly, refusing to comment. He was so excited that we would wait and see if he could survive.
Li Mazi had been a soldier for several years and was still a soldier. After hearing this promise, he was so excited that he was a little incoherent. Looking in the direction of Ye's hometown, he knelt down and kowtowed: "My mother, thank you ancestors for blessing me. I want to be an official."
Now, I want to be an official..."
"Look at your potential." Luo Dayong kicked Li Mazi, his eyes filled with contempt.
Luo Dayong was originally a platoon leader, and he was not interested in being promoted. Anyway, on this battlefield, whether he was a platoon leader or a company commander, he was all cannon fodder. He might end up being killed by a sudden flying bullet one day.
life.
Leader Li Zhong's promise of promotion before the battle dispelled a lot of the gloom in the minds of more than a dozen members of the death squad who were about to die, and brought them a good fortune.
"Let's go." Li Zhong patted Yang Ling on the shoulder and ordered.
After bidding farewell to the regiment leader Li Zhong, Yang Ling led fourteen suicide squad members to slander and sneak towards the Japanese defense line.
After walking forward for less than a hundred meters, Lao Yanqiang looked back. It was so dark that he could no longer see the other people in the regiment. It was also dark going forward. The excitement he felt because of the promise of promotion gradually cooled down.
When I stopped, I immediately regretted my big words.
The more Lao Yanqiang thought about it, the more he felt at a loss. For a promise that he didn't know whether he could fulfill, he had to risk his life to tear down the Japanese defense line. If he died, wouldn't everything be in vain?
"What's wrong, do you regret it?" Xiong Dawu sneered when he saw Lao Smoking's footsteps getting slower and slower.
"I'm not afraid of death." Lao Yanqiang didn't answer the question, but it revealed his innermost feelings. He was actually very afraid of death.
"Hey, I don't know who is beating the chest and shouting to the regiment leader that I will fight bravely to kill the enemy." Xiong Dawu teased.
"Go, go, you're just a little devil, I've never been afraid..."
The more I thought about the old smoker, the more uneasy I felt, so I took a few steps to catch up with Yang Ling who was walking in the front. I tugged on the corner of Yang Ling's clothes and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yang, are you really sure to tear the Japanese apart?"
line of defense?"
Yang Ling stopped and asked, "When did I say that I was sure to tear through the Japanese defense line?"
The old smoker paused and said: "Just now we were talking about recruiting death squads, weren't you the first one to raise your hand and stand up?"
"Yes, that's right, but I didn't say I was sure of tearing through the Japanese defense line."
"Since you are the first to stand up, you are not sure why you are standing up?" Lao Yanqian suddenly became anxious.
Lao Yanqiang looked at the serious-looking Yang Ling and slapped his thigh: "It's over, it's over. We thought you were sure, but your feelings followed you to your death."
No, no, we can't just die in vain. Lao Yanqiang started to look around, preparing to run away. He would rather be a deserter than die in vain. His favorable impression of Yang Ling plummeted.
Luo Dayong also had a worried look on his face, and there was even a cry in his voice: "Company officer, don't scare me, are you really unsure?"
When Lao Yanqiang saw Luo Dayong, he was immediately furious. This fool had encouraged him to follow Yang Ling, so he promised that he was right, so he followed him stupidly, but his feelings were to his death.
"Okay, okay." Looking at the anxious people, Yang Ling's face became serious and interrupted their shouting.
"When I say not sure, I mean not 100% sure, but 80% sure."
As soon as Yang Ling's words came out, the few people who ran away quickly closed their mouths and waited for Yang Ling's next words.
"We have two machine guns and dozens of grenades. As long as you listen to my command, I will be 80% sure to tear through the Japanese defense line." Yang Ling added.
"Are you lying to us again?" Lao Yanqiang was doubtful. Yang Ling had scared him badly just now.
Yang Ling rolled his eyes at Lao Yanqiang, said nothing, and greeted Luo Ziqiang: "Brother Luo, pick a few brothers who are good at marksmanship. If you fall behind later, as soon as the enemy's machine gun appears, I will knock them out."
Luo Ziqiang was cold-tempered and never talked much. He had little presence in the supplementary company, but his marksmanship was second only to Yang Ling. After hearing Yang Ling's instructions, he nodded to show that he understood.
Yang Ling turned to Lao Yanqiang and others and ordered: "Gather all the grenades and take them with you, and follow me later."
Finally, Yang Ling turned his attention to Luo Dayong, patted him on the shoulder and said: "You pick three more people, and I will give you command of the two machine guns. Your mission is not to assault, but to cover us. Do you understand?"
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The main reason why Yang Ling placed the machine gunners at the back to prevent them from participating in the assault was to leave a way out, so that if he missed it, he could still retreat.