The sky was always gloomy, the weather in September was as sultry as a steamer, and the tattered military uniforms worn by the brothers were soaked with sweat and as dirty as a tablecloth.
A group of Japs was blocked by brothers in a village with only twenty or thirty households. The Japs' firepower was very strong. The search platoon that discovered the Japs suffered more than ten casualties.
Seeing that the Japanese were about to escape from their hands, the red-eyed search platoon leader entangled the Japanese who wanted to escape while sending people to ask for help from the surrounding friendly brothers.
Fortunately, there were many search teams pulling nets to search for the remaining Japanese soldiers in the nearby fields and paddy fields. After learning that there were big Japanese fish here, they swarmed in from all directions and blocked the Japanese.
Yang Ling and the others heard a fierce exchange of fire coming from the village, and quickly came to support them. They happened to see several seriously injured brothers being carried out of the village under cover.
These seriously injured people were all beaten to pieces by Japanese machine guns and were seriously injured. The bursts of fire from the Type 92 heavy machine guns in the village continued, and dozens of brothers were driven out by the bullets in a state of embarrassment.
"Damn, these little devils are so fierce in firepower!"
A lieutenant and deputy company commander of the National Revolutionary Army who retreated sat down behind a broken wall full of bullet holes in a state of embarrassment, breathing heavily and yelling curses.
"Xiao Liuzi, hurry up and take a few brothers to the surrounding brothers to ask if there are mortars. We need artillery support!"
A lean little brother nodded to a few heads and quickly ran off into the distance, looking for artillery support.
"How many Japs are there?" Yang Ling led dozens of brothers and ran behind the broken wall, asking the lieutenant and deputy company commander who was pushed out.
The lieutenant deputy company commander raised his dirty face and glanced at Yang Ling's tattered military uniform. Although the summer uniform had been obscured by the smoke and couldn't see the original color, he still recognized Yang Ling's yellow-edged badge.
It turned out that this was a school-level officer with a higher rank than him.
"Sir, there are about a hundred Japs inside, two heavy machine guns and one light machine gun. We attacked twice, but were pushed back. I guess it is a big fish. Even if he is not a Japs general, he is still a senior officer.
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The lieutenant and deputy company commander did not salute Yang Ling. In just a few words, he explained clearly the Japanese troops and firepower configuration, and also expressed his own judgment.
After hearing what the lieutenant said, Yang Ling couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and already made a judgment in his mind that this was a grassroots officer with rich combat experience.
The Chinese army and the powerful Japs fought several bloody battles on the battlefields of Shanghai, Nanjing and Xuzhou, and the elite veterans in the army had long been exhausted.
The current army is filled with a large number of military school graduates and new recruits without actual combat experience, which greatly reduces the combat effectiveness of the army. Grassroots officers with such rich combat experience are already rare.
Although it seemed that the lieutenant answered his question in a neither humble nor condescending manner, and although he tried his best to hide it, Yang Ling could still feel the slight dissatisfaction he inadvertently revealed.
But Yang Ling didn't care. After all, no one wanted the duck they got to be taken away by a commander he didn't know. If it were him, he would feel unhappy.
"Could it be that old devil, Masao Maruyama?!" After hearing the lieutenant's words, Wang Zikun, who was following Yang Ling, shouted excitedly.
Wang Zikun also followed Yang Ling from Nanjing to fight all the way, and his combat experience was also tempered in the flames of war. Now the ghosts are out of bullets and food, and many groups of ghosts they have killed have not lost a single bullet.
And the little devils now blocked in the village not only have enough ammunition, but also have powerful firepower such as two heavy machine guns and one light machine gun.
If they were to say that they were not directly under the guard of senior Japanese officers, no one would believe it.
"Hey, we are prosperous again this time. Masao Maruyama is a general, right? If we kill a Japanese general, how should the military reward us?"
The brothers were very excited. They had been playing ping-pong-pong with ordinary little Japs for so long, and now most of them were Jaap generals. The military glory at their fingertips seemed to be waving to them.
"Regiment deputy, what are we waiting for? Let's fight in!" A brother could no longer contain his excitement and asked Yang Ling to fight with a gun.
Seeing the excited brothers behind Yang Ling and the others, the lieutenant and deputy company commander who took the lead in blocking the Japs looked very ugly. However, because Yang Ling had a higher military rank than him, he was also a mute and couldn't tell the story of his suffering, so he kept silent.
Stifling.
The expression of the lieutenant and deputy company commander naturally caught Yang Ling's eyes. Besides, he was not a person who took away people's beauty, so how could he take away other people's achievements?
"This brother and the others discovered the Japs first. We are here to help, so don't get confused." Yang Ling reminded the brothers.
Anyway, this time they went around behind the Japs, bombed the arsenal and carried out blocking operations. They were able to make the Japs Maruyama Brigade flee in all directions, but they deserved a lot of credit and there was no need to take away the credit from others.
Moreover, if you are in the army and eat alone all the time, your appearance will be ugly, and it will also attract the envy and jealousy of your friendly troops.
On the battlefield, you will inevitably encounter dangers and insufficient ammunition. If you want to survive, you often have to rely on the support of friendly forces. If you don't offend all the people on weekdays, you will end up in a situation where no one can help you. Therefore, it is often better to be a human than to rob.
Work is important.
Yang Ling knew that many troops had outstanding military exploits, but he thought they behaved arrogantly and did not take other troops seriously.
In the end, they were surrounded by enemies, but the friendly forces were slow to rescue and ended up being wiped out. Although it was due to factional struggles, this had a lot to do with how they behaved in daily life.
"Yes, we are all here to help." Wang Zikun looked at the unhappy expressions on the faces of the brothers who had arrived here before, and he hurriedly changed his words.
When the lieutenant deputy company commander saw that the commander Yang Ling was not here to compete with them for credit, he immediately calmed down with a straight face.
"Are there any ordinary people in the village?" Yang Ling pulled the lieutenant and deputy company commander aside and asked.
The attitude of the lieutenant and deputy company commander improved a lot: "Sir, we didn't find any people in the village when we came. I'm afraid they have already been hiding in the mountains."
When he heard that there were no civilians in the village but Japs, Yang Ling no longer had any scruples. He said to the lieutenant and deputy company commander: "Well, when the mortars arrive, I will lead my men to attack from behind the village, and you can attack from the entrance of the village."
Yang Ling's meaning is already obvious, that is, he is here to help, not to take credit.
"Sir, what's better, you should be the main attack..."
Yang Ling patted the lieutenant and deputy company commander on the shoulder and said: "We are all fighting against Japanese invaders. No matter who is the main attacker, it's settled. You will be the main attacker and we will go around to the back to fight."
After Yang Ling finished speaking, he waved to the brothers hiding behind the broken wall: "Follow me!"
Seeing Yang Ling taking the lead in ducking towards the back of the village, the lieutenant and deputy company commander was glad that he had met a sensible commander. He was moved and grabbed Wang Zikun who was passing by and said: "Brother, which regiment are you from? Then
What’s the last name of the commander?”
"We are from the 301st regiment, and that is our deputy commander Yang."
Wang Zikun was asked an inexplicable question and was very puzzled. After speaking, he quickly chased after Yang Ling, leaving the lieutenant and deputy company commander stunned on the spot.
"It turns out to be deputy commander Yang Ling, no wonder he is so righteous!" The lieutenant deputy company commander thought about it in his head and said with sincere emotion.