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As Wu Zhenguo said, he took out more than ten oceans from his pocket and put them on the table next to Captain Sun calmly. Seeing more than ten oceans, Captain Sun laughed and put them into his pocket: "Oh, Wu Battalion Commander, what do you think we are related to, you are being polite, be polite, haha."
Wu Zhenguo followed suit with a smile all over his face, but he had already greeted Captain Sun's ancestors in his heart. His mother's entire battalion, Dayang, was here, and he hoped that this transaction would be worthwhile.
"Mr. Sun, do you see those people?" Wu Zhenguo asked cautiously.
As the saying goes, using people's money to eliminate disasters for others, Captain Sun said with a straight face: "Our supervisory team is not that indiscriminate. They are not deserters, since Battalion Commander Wu needs people there, let them go to your place to help."
"Then I would like to thank you, Officer Sun. Later, I will invite the brothers in the supervisory team to drink."
"Good talk, good talk."
Bah, what a bunch of white-eyed wolves who eat meat but don't spit out their bones. After Wu Zhenguo walked out of the simple tent of the supervising team, he hated the supervising team so much that his teeth itch.
But then he thought that Yang Ling and other 100 remnant soldiers were about to be included in his battalion, and immediately beamed with joy. He had seen this group of people kill devils with his own eyes. You can watch for a few more hours.
Wu Zhenguo felt relieved for no reason, humming a little tune and headed towards Yang Ling and the others.
Text Chapter 19 Flesh and blood battlefield!
Wu Zhenguo straightened his waist and looked at the more than 100 remnants of soldiers who escaped from the devil's encirclement. They looked tired and their clothes were torn. He felt that he was a little selfish and wanted to send them to the bloody battlefield again. On the battlefield, sent back to the battlefield where there is little hope of survival.
But Wu Zhenguo had no choice. There were less than a hundred people left in their entire battalion, but the devil's attack was still fierce. hope.
When Wu Zhenguo announced that Yang Ling and the others would be added to their battalion in the name of a supplementary company to participate in the battle to defend the position, the remnants immediately exploded.
"I belong to the 44th Division. Why should I help your [-]th Division defend the position? I won't do it!"
"We want to go back to our 1 division, the position here has nothing to do with us!"
"Captain Wu, we fought a battle for you anyway, it's fine if you don't know how to repay your kindness, but you still let us go to die, what you did is not righteous."
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The remnant soldiers were talking about Wu Zhenguo. Yang Ling stood there without saying a word. For him, it was almost the same there. He didn't belong to this era. It doesn't matter if he stays here or goes back to the 61st Division. The difference is that they are all beating devils.
"Brother Yang, tell me something, they are going to send us to be cannon fodder." Luo Dayong yelled and pushed Yang Ling out.
The remnant soldiers all became quiet, and turned their gazes to Yang Ling, waiting for Yang Ling's words. If it wasn't for Yang Ling, they would have gone to see Lord Yan a long time ago, so they admired Yang Ling in their hearts, and were grateful to Yang Ling for leading them. Stand out.
Yang Ling jumped onto the trench and stood on the high ground. Seeing these exhausted remnants, he said slowly, "Brothers, what you said is correct, we come from various troops, why should we help them defend the positions of the [-]th Division?" .”
"Yes, why!" The remnant soldiers all echoed and yelled. , to return to their respective troops.
Wu Zhenguo didn't expect Yang Ling to incite these remnant soldiers to refuse. He was about to speak when Yang Ling's voice came again.
"It's true that this is the position of the [-]th Division, but this is our Chinese land. We are all soldiers, and we have the responsibility to guard the land. Since it is our Chinese land, what are we doing so clearly? Anyway, we are all fighting devils." , It’s not a fight there, you say that I’m not unreasonable.”
The yelling remnant soldiers lowered their heads and began to meditate. They came from various troops in the north and south of the Yangtze River. They used to fight in the factions of various warlords, and they had a strong sense of faction.
But now that they are fighting a national war, why should they be so clearly distinguished? They are all Chinese, and they are all fighting devils. When they were mentioned by Yang Ling, they immediately felt that it made sense.
"Besides, our respective troops don't know where they are now. They are fighting everywhere. Who knows if we will encounter devils again, what dangers we will encounter, and whether we will be regarded as deserters. Instead of aimlessly Let’s find the original troops, we might as well form a rope, hold here, and hold our Chinese land!”
Yang Ling spoke loudly, directly speaking to the hearts of these remnant soldiers. Although they wanted to find their original troops, they didn't know where they were. Maybe they would be shot as deserters if they walked out alone.
In this case, it's better to follow Yang Ling here to fight devils. Anyway, Yang Ling is so powerful, at least it's much better to follow him than to run out and be mistaken as a deserter.
"Brother Yang, the 61st Division can't go back for the time being. Since people are needed here, I'm too lazy to leave even if I'm a smoker. I'll stay here and guard our Chinese land!"
"Yes, it's all about beating devils there, so we'll stay too."
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After the remnant soldiers figured this out, they decided to stay and help Wu Zhenguo and the others hold their position here.
Seeing that the disabled soldiers agreed to stay, Wu Zhenguo was very grateful to Yang Ling.
"Brothers, I, Wu Zhenguo, thank you!" Wu Zhenguo bowed to the remnant soldiers, which made the remnant soldiers feel embarrassed, and they were clamoring to leave just now.
"Captain Wu, we are all willing to stay, but you have to take care of the food." Yang Ling joked.
"Take care of the food, take care of the food, Wowotou is enough." Wu Zhenguo hurriedly greeted the back in an excited incoherent voice: "Hurry up and inform the cooking team to prepare food for the new brothers who joined our supplementary company."
In this way, Yang Ling and his remnant soldiers from various units became the supplementary company in the No. 18 Division Wu Zhenguo's battalion. Although it was a supplementary company, it was going to fight the little devil head-on.
Under the leadership of Wu Zhenguo, more than 100 of them took back their own guns and went to the bloody battlefield.
"My mother, it's so miserable."
When Yang Ling led the supplementary team and arrived at the position after drinking and eating, he was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.
Corpses, corpses all over the ground are piled up layer by layer, some are buried in the soil and some are piled into sandbags. The ground is full of large and small bullet craters everywhere. Bloody and sticky.
The air is filled with choking gunpowder smoke and the smell of fresh blood. This place is completely a sea of corpses and blood. Heiwazi kicked the half-exploded corpse. Looking at the exposed internal organs and intestines, his heart was churning, and he couldn't hold back the wow He spat out the eaten corn bread again with a sound.
Only about 100 people left in Wu Zhenguo's battalion stayed in the bombed and fragmented trenches. They were ashamed and looked at the soldiers of the supplementary company with dull eyes, numbness, and no reaction. The oozing blood had turned dark red and was covered with sand.
All the soldiers in the supplementary company had heavy faces. They didn't expect Wu Zhenguo's battalion to be beaten so badly. Most of the people almost died and turned into cold corpses. They were placed so messily on the battlefield, giving people a sense of Strong visual impact.
Those who are still alive have also become numb, mechanically holding the broken guns in their hands, leaning against the fragmented trenches, they don't know how long they can live, there is no hope, no tomorrow, their eyes are dim and there is no trace His look is like a walking dead.
Every time Yang Ling took a step forward, he felt heavier and heavier. Facing the devil's steel guns and cannons, they relied on their own flesh and blood to forcefully block the devil's attacks one after another. Hold this land, hold the backbone of this nation.
"Captain Wu, let them go down and rest first, they are too tired." Yang Ling really couldn't bear to look at these exhausted, skinny defenders who looked like walking corpses. He was going to take over the position here and guard it for them , so that they can go to sleep and have a full meal.
Text Chapter 20 Airplane Bombing
Yang Ling took over the remnants of Wu Zhenguo's position with more than 100 remnants of the supplementary company. The soldiers of the [-]th Division, whose faces were dusty, sleepy and tired, expressed their gratitude to the remnants, making the remnants feel like a hero for the first time In general, a sense of presence is found here. ≈
"Although you all withdraw and take a good rest, we can't lose the position with our reinforcements!" Luo Dayong put the crooked light machine gun in his hand across his chest, and yelled loudly, never thinking that they would go through What a brutal fight.
Yang Ling looked at the trenches that had been shattered by the devil's artillery fire, his resolute face was full of solemnity, and his brows were twisted into Sichuan characters. The trenches had been blown into pieces, and most of them collapsed. It seemed that they had to be dug again. .
"Luo Dayong, take someone to find some tools to repair the trench." Yang Ling shouted to Luo Dayong who was standing not far away.
Luo Dayong looked at the trenches that had been bombed to almost non-existence and wailed: "Why do I do all the hard work?"
The old smoker gloated and said, "Who made you as strong as a cow, don't dawdle, hurry up."
The old smoker is completely free now. Although he bears the title of company commander, it is Yang Ling who actually commands the battle. However, he has no complaints about Yang Ling commanding him. Instead, he is happy to be at leisure.
The remnants began to clean up the position and repair the trenches. Yang Ling walked around the entire position, memorizing all the points by heart.
This position is located on the flank of the No.18 division's main position, next to another battalion of the No.18 division, but their position is quiet, I don't know if there are any alive, Yang Ling waved Hei Wa to let him Go take a look.
The machine gun position in Wu Zhenguo's battalion has now become a display. One Maxim heavy machine gun has now become broken parts and is half buried in the fluffy soil. The only usable ones left are two Czech light machine guns, but Ammunition is not much.
There are two Czech-style light machine guns, which are better than nothing. Yang Ling handed them over to a few remnants who could use machine guns, and then arranged them in three directions of the position, so that they could form crossfire.