The death squads were secretly assembled in the trenches, which was still a mile or two away from the front line of the firefight with the Japanese, and they were not afraid of the Japanese shooting them in the dark.
Yang Ling walked slowly along the trenches, trying not to miss each blood-stained brother, trying to remember these passionate soldiers who fought for the country.
Yang Ling beat his brothers' chests and spoke words of encouragement, which made these brothers frightened and moved at the same time.
"How's the injury?"
Yang Ling stopped in front of a brother whose face was half wrapped in blood-soaked gauze, and asked with concern.
"It was just a scratch from the explosive fragments of the bomb. It's not a problem."
Speaking affected the muscles in his face, and the brother grinned in pain, but he was still in high spirits.
Yang Ling couldn't bear to see that he was injured like this and joined the death squad to fight the Japanese.
"You're injured, you'd better retreat..."
Yang Ling kindly wanted the injured brother to go down to recuperate, but he refused before he finished speaking.
This brother suddenly became murderous, and he said viciously: "Tuanzu, I won't go down, I will kill the Japanese, and I will take revenge!"
Seeing that this brother suddenly became excited, a monitor next to him hurriedly explained to Yang Ling.
"Tuanzuo, his brother was stabbed to death by the Japs who approached him while on guard duty last night. He was stabbed more than ten times..."
Hearing the squad leader's explanation next to him and looking at his scarred brothers, Yang Ling felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart.
Brothers fighting tigers, father and son soldiers in battle, Japanese invaders invaded, countless hot-blooded men rose up to resist, and there were countless brothers like this who joined the army together. The blood feud with the little Japanese was not just a series of cold casualties.
"Okay, then let's stay..."
Yang Ling could understand this brother's mood, so he didn't force him to continue.
Although he has the ability to force this brother to go down, as long as the Japanese invaders continue to do evil and the war continues, such tragedies will continue to happen.
As long as we fight and retreat, no problem will be solved. Only by fighting and completely driving the Japanese out of China can we avoid the continuation of such tragedies forever.
"Take more care of him when he's on the battlefield. His brother has already died for his country." All Yang Ling could do was to secretly tell his squad leader to take more care of him.
The squad leader nodded seriously: "Don't worry, everyone, the brothers in our class have made a blood oath. As long as one of us is alive, we will provide for the parents of other brothers who sacrificed their lives until they die."
Every death squad member has put life and death at risk. They are the most fearless group of people in this nation. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, they will continue to fight.
For the sake of this country and the homeland behind them, they disappeared in batches into the sea of smoke and fire on countless battlefields.
Many of them did not leave their names, but their names will be remembered forever by the land of this motherland.
"Tuanzuo, we are all ready to fight to the death. We are not prepared to come back alive until all the Japs are wiped out!"
The captain of the death squad and the commander of the third battalion, Liu Yidao, also put away his usual playful smile and became extremely serious.
Various attack forces will form thirteen death squads. They will rush forward to face the enemy's hail of bullets and attack the enemy's core position. Many of them may not be able to come back.
Yang Ling wanted to say something to them, but the thousands of words seemed so pale and feeble now, as if they were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them out.
"Bring me the wine!"
Yang Ling looked at these proud brothers and felt panicked for a moment.
Soon, the mud seal of more than ten jars of courageous wine specially prepared for the suicide squad members was opened, and each brother got a small sip.
"brothers!"
Yang Ling raised the wine bowl and looked around at these scarred brothers, with blood surging in his heart.
"Avenge the thousands of brothers who sacrificed their lives, and bring glory to the folks in our hometown! Let's work together to destroy the Matsuura Division!"
Yang Ling's voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing in the ears of every brother.
"Destroy the Matsuura Division!"
The brothers' voices were uniform and deep, making the mountains buzz and tremble.
"For victory!"
Yang Ling raised the wine bowl, raised his neck and drank the courageous wine for his brothers in one gulp.
Liu Yidao and his brothers also roared: "For victory!"
All the thousands of words were contained in this sentence. The brothers drank all their wine and prepared to fight the little devil.
Commander Yang Ling personally visited the officers and soldiers of the death squad, and drank courageous wine together, which suddenly boosted the morale of the officers and soldiers.
"I have brought all the ammunition and dry food for at least five days. This battle may not be finished before October 10th."
The death squads perform the most dangerous tasks. They will tear through the enemy's defense line, penetrate into the enemy's core position, disrupt the enemy's deployment, and separate the enemy everywhere.
Yang Ling could imagine that in the face of the desperate attacks of more than a dozen wolf-like death squads, the Japanese troops would definitely fight back crazily.
However, the death squads that go deep into the enemy's depths will not receive reinforcements or supplies, and will have to continue fighting until the peripheral troops clear out the enemy soldiers step by step before they can respond to them. Therefore, this is a mission with a narrow escape from death.
Yang Ling also hopes that the death squads will be better prepared so that they can have more chances of survival during the battle.
"Tuanzuo, the Japanese are at the end of their rope. With so many troops, can we not defeat them before October 10th?"
When Liu Yidao heard that Yang Ling asked him to carry so much dry food, his expression became solemn.
Naturally, Yang Ling would not undermine Liu Yidao's morale. He reluctantly found an excuse and said: "Bring more and be prepared. We can't let our brothers go to war hungry."
"Yes!" Liu Yidao agreed hesitantly.
"Okay, hurry up and let the brothers rest and replenish their strength. I will send someone to notify you when the fight starts..."
Yang Ling didn't stay too long. After giving Liu Yidao a few words of advice, he returned to the regiment headquarters and prepared to take a good rest.
These days, he and the Japs were constantly fighting for the frontline position in Changling. He, the leader of the regiment, was always tense and very tired.
Now a full-scale attack was about to begin, and he had to lead the team to attack personally. He also had to seize the time to restore himself to his best condition.
"Come here, my sister-in-law is here."
As soon as Yang Ling returned to the empty regiment headquarters, a guard pointed into the distance and said.
Yang Ling looked around and saw Zhang Hongying, wearing a washed white military uniform, pacing back and forth with her head lowered, waiting for him next to a wooden pile that was half blown off by a cannonball.
Seeing Zhang Hongying coming over, Yang Ling, who had just returned from the Suicide Squad, felt inexplicably better.
"Tuanzu, let's go over there and have a look."
Huzi, who was following Yang Ling, saw Zhang Hongying coming and hurriedly dragged the other guards away from him.
Yang Ling looked at Zhang Hongying's pretty figure, tugged at her dirty military uniform, and then walked over.