Although it was noon, the sky was as gloomy as the evening. A small ditch no more than two feet wide was flowing gently. It was very quiet and beautiful. On the south side of the small ditch was a small withered yellow reed swamp.
It is a temporary camp for the health team.
Next to the small ditch, two soldiers in gray uniforms, one tall and one thin, were waving shovels and vigorously lifting up the soil. An irregular foxhole was slowly taking shape under their swipes.
The tall soldier waved his shovel to push the wet soil into the gently flowing ditch, splashing a little bit of water, while pouting and complaining: "Our company commander is also full and has nothing to do. Across this road
It’s enough to set up a trench guard, but if we have to waste our energy digging these useless foxholes, isn’t it just a waste of time for us?”
The thinner soldier put the shovel on the ground, straightened his aching waist, looked at the temporary camp of the medical team in the south along the reed swamp, and said in a low voice: "Isn't this the third ignition of the new official's appointment? Who makes us unlucky?"
Woolen cloth."
Speaking of misfortune, the tall soldier felt so aggrieved that he simply threw the shovel in his hand on the ground, sat down on the ground, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, why are we the ones responsible for all the bad luck?"
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They managed to survive the hail of bullets in the fierce battle with the Japanese. They could have evacuated with the remaining troops, but they were temporarily transferred to the protection health team and came here close to the battlefield. Thinking about it, they felt like they had been down for eight lifetimes.
mold.
The thinner soldier shoveled a few more shovels of mud. He tilted his head and saw the taller soldier sitting there too lazy to move. He sighed and asked to remind him.
"Get up and dig quickly, otherwise when the company commander comes and sees us being lazy, we will be punished again."
The tall soldier crossed his legs in his mouth and lay comfortably with his eyes closed, not caring: "What are you afraid of? Could he still eat me?"
Seeing the tall soldier lying on the ground motionless, the thinner soldier seemed to have lost his motivation. He threw away his shovel and simply sat down.
Anyway, there is a ditch across here. If the Japs' infiltration team really wants to come here, it will not be that easy. In their eyes, digging foxholes for defense is completely unnecessary and a sheer waste of effort.
"What do you mean by the background of our platoon leader named Yang? Even someone as proud as our platoon leader obeys his advice. This is not like our platoon leader's style." The thinner soldier approached the taller soldier and asked gossiping.
Although their platoon leader Wu Jiang has a cold temperament, doesn't like to talk, and always has a straight face on weekdays, his ability is beyond words. They saw with their own eyes that Wu Jiang was able to challenge five strong men in a one-on-one challenge, but
It was puzzling to them that such a powerful character was now willing to obey the words of the company commander named Yang.
When the tall man heard the words of the thinner soldier, he still closed his eyes and spoke slowly: "I asked around, this man named Yang has no background. He is just an ordinary company deputy of the 361st Regiment. There are many casualties and injuries in the company.
He was left a bare-bones commander, so he was transferred to be this unlucky escort company commander."
Hearing the answer of the tall soldier, the thinner soldier suddenly realized, and suddenly felt that the man named Yang was quite pitiful. There was only one casualty left in the company, and he was unlucky to be the guard company commander again, and he died again.
Task, thinking of Yang Ling's experience, he suddenly felt a little gloating and felt that he was not so unlucky.
"Ahem..." Platoon leader Wu Jiang coughed twice with a cold face. The two unlucky soldiers who were lazy and chatting suddenly heard someone coughing. They were so frightened that they grabbed their guns and climbed up.
Wu Jiang put his hands behind his back, looked at the two frightened soldiers from head to toe with a dark face, and asked calmly: "It's quite free, right? Have the foxholes been dug?"
The two of them groaned inwardly. It was so unlucky that they couldn't even drink cold water. Looking at their shallow foxholes, they replied awkwardly: "Not yet... not yet."
Wu Jiang looked at the two people who were embarrassed and snorted coldly: "Then what are you doing standing still? Hurry up! If you don't dig well, you won't have to eat dinner today!"
Two soldiers, one tall and one thin, immediately picked up the shovel they threw on the ground and started swinging it vigorously. People are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. If you are really hungry, there is no need to do anything.
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Wu Jiang looked at the two soldiers who were huffing and working hard to dig, and walked forward with their hands behind their backs and a cold face.
He heard the conversation of the two soldiers clearly. Although in their eyes Yang Ling was just a company commander who was also unlucky, Wu Jiang didn't think so.
A person who can crawl out from the dead can live so long without two brushes?
Wu Jiang, who was transferred to Yang Ling's command, hasn't discovered anything powerful about Yang Ling yet, but he will never be so stupid as to really think that Yang Ling is just an ordinary company commander.
His intuition and experience told him that Yang Ling was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, so he resolutely carried out Yang Ling's orders. He had to dig foxholes well and not allow Yang Ling to find any excuses, so he supervised them personally.
Of course, Yang Ling didn't know what his platoon leader Wu Jiang was thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. All he cares about is surviving. As long as these people follow the orders and prohibitions seriously, he won't deliberately seek trouble for anyone.
A temporary camp for the health team has been set up in a small reed swamp. At this moment, health captain Zhang Hongying is leading a group of people to try their best to rescue the wounded.
Some of the seriously injured people had no chance of survival due to lack of timely treatment. At this moment, under the leadership of Yang Dashu and others, they were being carried aside to dig holes and bury them.
Faced with so many dead and seriously injured people, the only thing Yang Ling could do now was to dig holes and bury them, which was better than leaving corpses in the wilderness.
Now they have made contact with the front positions, and more wounded are being sent here in a steady stream. After simple bandaging, they will be sent to the rear after dark.
"Doctor! Where is the doctor! Help our leader!" The urgent voice caught Yang Ling's attention.
Yang Ling looked around and saw several soldiers covered in mud and blood running over carrying a bloody man, shouting in this direction from a distance.
Health captain Zhang Hongying has not rested since she arrived here. There were too many wounded people and she was too busy to touch the floor. When she saw more wounded people being brought down, she hurriedly called Yang Ling, the only free person now, to come forward and help.
Yang Ling took off the rifle from his shoulder, strode over, and with the help of several soldiers, he lowered the wounded man who was beaten to a bloody pulp.
"Captain Lin?" Yang Ling spoke subconsciously when he saw the bloody face clearly.
The seriously wounded soldier who was injured by the explosion was Lin Xiaohou, the commander of the 799th Regiment. His military uniform had been cut to pieces by shrapnel and he was severely unconscious.