Wounded people were being sent down in a steady stream from the Wanjialing direction. The brothers who were brought down were covered in blood and flesh, lying on stretchers whose life and death were unknown. The brothers who had their arms and legs broken by the explosion were screaming miserably.
The brothers in the reserve force crowded on the side of the road, watching a group of wounded people being carried out, and their hearts began to twitch.
"Brother, how was the fight up front?"
Seeing the dirty and broken wounded soldiers passing by, helping each other down, some brothers couldn't help but gathered around to ask about the battle situation at the front.
The wounded who were withdrawn had numb and exhausted faces, and they said weakly: "Our teacher's leaders are still in front of us, and the little Japs are going crazy."
"How are your casualties?" Company Commander Su Er grabbed the wounded brother who was about to leave and asked.
The wounded soldier's face was full of grief. He pointed to the brothers wrapped in blood-stained gauze and replied in a low voice: "There are only a few people left in our company..."
"Brother, I'm sorry..."
Seeing that less than five of the reorganized company of more than a hundred people survived, Su Er was shocked and felt embarrassed at the same time. He regretted that he had touched their sore spot by asking such questions.
The brother waved his hands dejectedly and said, "You are almost here, so be prepared to fight hard."
After he finished speaking, he shook his head and limped into the queue of wounded soldiers.
The brothers are all troops who have fought many tough battles. Seeing the condition of these wounded soldiers who were withdrawn, they can also feel that the battle in Wanjialing is not as easy as they expected.
But they did not receive the order to go to the front line, so they could only wait in agony, excited and nervous.
"Ding ding ding..." The phone rang rapidly, and the staff officer on duty quickly picked up the phone.
"This is the 301st Regiment..." Before the staff officer on duty finished speaking, the voice of brigade commander Zhou Zhidao came from over there.
"Ask your team leader Yang Ling to answer the call——"
Hearing the urgent voice of brigade commander Zhou Zhidao, the staff officer on duty said wait a moment, and hurriedly called to Yang Ling who was having lunch in the yard: "Guide, brigade phone number——"
Yang Ling hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks, ran to the house and answered the phone.
"Travel seat, I am Yang Ling."
"Yang Ling, I order your regiment to gather quickly and set off immediately to the front line of Changling to replace the 58th Division. We must stabilize our position before dark!"
Brigadier Zhou Zhidao spoke very quickly, and Yang Ling could hear his excitement. They finally didn't have to wait here.
Yang Ling stood up and replied: "Yes!"
After Yang Ling hung up the phone, he turned around and found that the staff of the regiment were all huddled at the door with bowls in their hands, looking at him blankly.
He took a deep breath and ordered with a serious face: "Inform the whole group to gather immediately, we are going up!"
When the staff heard this, they immediately dispersed in excitement.
"Gather! Stop eating! Gather quickly!"
"We're going up! Bring your things!"
Soon the slightly excited shouts of the officers were heard from all the battalions that were having lunch.
The brothers who had been preparing for many days hung bullet belts on their bodies, grabbed their guns and ran out.
Suddenly the whole camp was in a state of excitement, with brothers running around everywhere in a chaotic and noisy manner.
The adjutants, staff officers, regimental associates and miscellaneous personnel of the regiment headquarters also packed documents, folded maps, and gathered telephone cords in preparation for moving the regiment headquarters forward.
Yang Ling also dressed in military uniform, tightened his belt, buckled the helmet on his head, and grabbed Zhang Qingyun, the chief of staff who walked into the regiment headquarters.
"Chief of Staff Zhang, I will lead the troops up first, and you will lead the regiment and the miscellaneous personnel to follow."
"Group seat..."
Chief of Staff Zhang Qingyun wanted to say something else, but Yang Ling had already strode out the door, leaving him with a tall back.
"Regiment seat! The first battalion is assembled!"
"The second battalion is assembled!"
"The heavy machine gun company directly under the regiment has assembled!"
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In just over ten minutes, all the brothers were quickly armed and assembled.
The military situation was urgent, and Yang Ling had no need to talk nonsense. He waved his hand and said: "Let's go, target Changling!"
Yang Ling and his entire regiment of more than 3,000 brothers drove out of the camp in a mighty manner and headed straight for Changling along the road.
The 302nd Regiment, 305th Regiment, and 306th Regiment under the 51st Division also received orders to go to the battlefield.
For a time, people were walking on the sidewalk and horses were walking on the horse road. Looking around, there were crowds of people, forests of swords and guns, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.
The distance from De'an County to Changling battlefield is only more than ten kilometers, but there are too many troops. Vehicles transporting ammunition and supplies, the wounded, and troops heading to the front line are all crowded together.
Fortunately, the wounded who retreated and the baggage carriages on the road retreated to the side of the road in time, allowing Yang Ling and the others to pass quickly.
"Quick! Run forward!" The officers galloped on their horses, shouting loudly.
The mighty team moved quickly towards Wanjialing like a big winding snake. Thousands of heavy footsteps filled the sky with smoke and dust, and for a while the road was covered with smoke and dust.
The officers were anxious and kept urging the troops to speed up the pace. The brothers were all sweating profusely and panting.
The brothers ran almost non-stop for more than ten kilometers. After entering the mountainous area, the sound of gunfire could be clearly heard.
The Japanese planes circled in the sky like crows, dropping bombs. The mountains burned and smoke billowed out.
Yang Ling led the brothers of the 301st Regiment, running and climbing, to the foot of Changling Mountain. At this moment, Changling had been reduced to scorched earth.
Those ravines were filled with stinking corpses and pools of dried blood, with swarms of flies lingering blackly above them, and the stench was overwhelming.
The 58th Division fought with the Japanese for two days and nights, with only a few hundred people left out of more than 10,000 people. The bodies of the fallen officers and soldiers were spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
"Lu Xing, you lead the first battalion to attack from the mountain col on the left. Chen Ming, you lead the second battalion to attack from the right. The rest of the people follow me and rush up from the front!"
Yang Ling panted heavily and quickly arranged the mission. The three battalion commanders immediately took their respective troops and started taking action without taking any rest.
The brothers' soles were weak from running, but when they heard the gunfire nearby, they knew that the brothers who were still alive in the 58th Division could not hold on anymore, so they climbed up and followed their respective commanders to attack.
Yang Ling personally led the regiment's special agent company, heavy machine gun company, grenade company and third battalion directly to the main hill of Changling.
The brothers in charge of the secret service company, holding their guns, took turns to cover and quickly jumped towards the top of the mountain.
Along the way lay corpses that had been blown up so badly that they could no longer be seen, including those of Chinese officers and soldiers, as well as those of Japanese soldiers. The dried blood turned the scorched earth black.
The air was filled with the smell of burning and blood, and fighting was going on at the top of the mountain. However, most of the gunshots were made by Japanese soldiers. There were not many brothers from the 58th Division alive.