The night was dark, Lao Yanqiang and the seven surviving remnants were nesting in a wet depression, looking at the dark distance, they seemed a little anxious.
"Company Commander, it's been so long, do you think this kid ran away alone?" Luo Dayong twisted his tired body uneasily and lowered his voice to ask the old smoker lying beside him.
Second lieutenant platoon leader Luo Dayong was buried by the collapsed earth wall during the Japanese raid. In addition to being scratched a few times, he was able to jump around quickly again. Since he was buried, he never saw Yang Ling neatly and neatly deal with the Japanese.
He was very cruel, so he was full of distrust towards Yang Ling along the way, even though Yang Ling saved his life.
The old smoker reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Shut your crow mouth, no one will think you are dumb."
"I don't think that guy is a good person. He might just be a deserter." Luo Dayong muttered dissatisfiedly.
He is also the platoon leader, and Yang Ling is also the platoon leader, but now he has to listen to the command of such a stranger who appears from nowhere. Luo Dayong has always been unconvinced. Why?
Lao Yanqiang kicked Luo Dayong: "Can you fucking stop?"
Hearing the sullenness in Lao Yanqiang's tone, Luo Dayong closed his mouth knowingly. Although he was not convinced by Yang Ling, an outsider, he still did not dare to be presumptuous towards Lao Yanqiang, a veteran oil-rich officer. He twisted
Turn your head and say no more.
There was a dark silence all around. The remaining soldiers lying in the depression did not speak. They could hear each other's breathing. They were all waiting for Yang Ling's return.
Time passed minute by minute, and they felt as if centuries had passed. However, there was no trace of Yang Ling who had gone out to explore the road. Lao Yanqiang became more and more irritable. Could this Yang Ling really be there?
One of the people left?
The bored old smoker took out the dry cigarette stuck in his waist, took out the match and prepared to take a few puffs, but in his heart he thought that if Yang Ling didn't come back, they would have to take action on their own, and they would definitely stay on the roadside until dawn.
Although he trusted Yang Ling, he couldn't risk his own life by becoming a target of the Japanese.
"If you don't want to die, put out the fire for me -" As soon as the old smoker lit the match, Yang Ling's voice came from the darkness.
Lao Yanqiang subconsciously put out the match, looked up and saw a black figure crouching in front of him. Could it be Yang Ling who went out to explore the way? Lao Yanqiang's anxious heart finally fell to the ground, and Yang Ling did not
Didn't leave them behind.
When Yang Ling didn't show up, Lao Yanqiang naturally became the commander of these remnant soldiers by virtue of his status as a veteran and company commander. Even the rich and powerful Luo Dayong obeyed Lao Yanqiang's words, but since Yang Ling took over the command, he brought
They had been walking for less than half a day, and Lao Yanqiang suddenly felt that after leaving Yang Ling, he felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost his backbone.
"You look like a ghost. You don't even make a sound when you walk." Luo Dayong muttered dissatisfiedly as he watched Yang Ling come back quietly. Yang Ling glanced at him and didn't care. The level of the two parties was not on the same level and he was too lazy to explain.
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"There is a Japanese camp ahead, blocking the road." Yang Ling lowered his voice and said to the remaining soldiers who were surrounding him.
"Look, look, company commander, I just said that we can't listen to this kid. He has brought us to the road of death. I think he did it intentionally." Luo Dayong gloated and sneered.
"Shut up!" Lao Yanqiang hit Luo Dayong with the butt of his gun, causing Luo Dayong to shoot out stars. Feeling that Lao Yanqiang was really angry, Luo Dayong wisely closed his mouth.
The old smoker frowned and suggested: "How about we go back and avoid this place?"
Yang Ling shook his head: "If we take a detour, we will have to walk at least half a day. This area is full of ghosts now, and the danger is even greater."
"What should we do?" Lao Yanqiang scratched his head anxiously. Now he was about to rush out of the occupied area, but was blocked by the little Japs. He really had no choice.
Yang Ling looked at the worried old smoker, paused and said, "I observed carefully. There are not many Japanese in front of us. They are only about the size of a small team. It depends on whether you have the courage to rush over."
"What, there are more than fifty Japanese in a team, that's not much..." Luo Dayong immediately shouted when he heard this, but this time he saw Lao Yanqian reaching out to touch the butt of the gun.
He quickly changed his words: "You guys keep going, you keep going."
Lao Yanqiang looked at Yang Ling and his face became serious: "Brother Yang, my life is in your hands. We will listen to you whatever you say."
"Yes, Brother Yang, just tell me what to do, and we will all listen to you." Hei Wa, who had narrowly escaped death, also agreed.
Hei Wa happened to be changing the guard when the Japs attacked them. When he saw the Japs killing the sentry, he screamed and woke up the Japs. The Japs raised their guns and shot. Fortunately, he fell and saved his life. The fog was very thick at that time.
As the gunshot rang out, the Japanese thought he was hit and left him alone, thus saving a small life.
Everyone expressed their willingness to follow Yang Ling's command. After all, Yang Ling had led them to avoid several groups of Japs along the way, and they had already gained trust in him.
"Platoon Commander Luo, what do you mean?" Yang Ling finally turned his attention to Luo Dayong, who was silent there.
"It's obvious that we are going to die. There are not enough people like us to fill the gap between our teeth..."
The old smoker scolded him: "Damn it, there's so much nonsense. I just asked you if you want to go. If you don't go, get lost."
Facing the gaze of everyone, Luo Dayong finally pointed at Hei Wa and said: "I will go wherever Hei Wa goes. I want to protect him."
Hei Wa looked at Luo Dayong, who suddenly became good to him. Before he could turn around, Yang Ling spoke again: "Then take action."
As he spoke, he threw the captured Japanese Type 96 machine gun to Luo Dayong, then ducked forward and ducked forward.
Lao Yanqiang glanced at Luo Dayong with disdain, inserted the dry pipe gun back into his waist, followed closely, and the remaining soldiers followed Yang Ling's footsteps towards the Japanese camp not far away.
The National Revolutionary Army and the Japs were still fighting day and night, with countless grenades dragging long streams of light across the sky. The flashes of explosions illuminated the clouds containing accumulated rain from time to time, making them even more ferocious in such a dark night.
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Second Lieutenant Hidenaka Sato was lying under the dim lantern writing a letter to his home far away across the ocean. The pen and paper made rustling sounds. Hidenaka Sato was very happy at the moment. He wanted to tell his father about his promotion, which was far away across the ocean.
Because of his outstanding military exploits, he has succeeded his fallen commander as a second lieutenant. He was promoted based on his military exploits and did not rely on his brother who served in the regiment. He wanted to prove his ability to his father.