The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

After Yang Ling confirmed that the person who came was not a devil, he lowered the muzzle of the gun, and all the remnants breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiong Xiazi, why are you here?" Old Smoker saw Xiong Dawu's burly body, put away his gun, and greeted him with a smile.

Hearing a familiar voice, Xiong Dawu turned his head and saw that this was his deadly rival, the old smoker. Damn, he thought this old boy was reimbursed, but he didn't expect that he was still alive and well.

"Damn it, Old Smoker, you almost scared me to death." Xiong Dawu stepped forward and punched Old Smoker in the chest: "I thought you were reimbursed."

Lao Yangun and Xiong Dawu were originally affiliated to the 61st Division, but after guarding Wusongkou, the troops were disbanded. They used to be company commanders, and they competed with each other. The other party is still alive, and there is a feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

"Bah, bah, you just paid it off. I belong to a cat, and I have nine lives, and the king of Hades dare not take it."

"Just talk nonsense, if you have nine lives, I will pay ten." Xiong Dawu knew the old smoker well, so he naturally knew the virtues of the old smoker, he was just an old soldier.

"Old Smoker, what happened to the shooting here just now?" Xiong Dawu looked around and asked Old Smoker.

The old smoker replied triumphantly: "It's a small matter, we just killed a wave of little devils that infiltrated."

"Old smoker, if you don't brag, you will die. It's just a few broken guns from you, let alone destroying devils. Devils are more or less killing you."

Xiong Dawu didn't believe that Lao Yangun and the others could destroy the devils, but he knew the strength of the little devils. One of their divisions was defeated by the devils' brigade, and it was embarrassing to talk about it.

"Blind Xiong, did you see that brand new [-] cover, just seized from the kid." The old smoker proudly lit up the [-] cover rifle in his hand.

Seeing Xiong Dawu's suspicious face, he pointed to the reeds behind: "The little devil's body is right there. If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look."

"I really don't believe you..." Xiong Dawu stepped forward, pushing aside the dense reeds with both hands, and as far as he could see, the corpses of more than a dozen devils were neatly placed in front of him.

Xiong Dawu wandered around and inspected the ghost's body, and finally determined that it was a real ghost.

Looking at the old smoking gun who was looking at him proudly, Xiong Dawu couldn't figure it out at the moment, how could he beat so many devils with their broken guns, but he was embarrassed to ask because of face.

Although Shibie was impressed by him for three days, Xiong Dawu would never believe that Old Smoker could become so powerful. Since it was not Old Smoker, it must be the remnant soldiers who followed him. Like a great person.

In the end, General Xiong Dawu's eyes fell on Yang Ling, because compared to the tattered and dirty soldiers, Yang Ling's military uniform was neat and tidy. Although it was a poor-quality military uniform, Yang Ling wore a kind of Feel upright.

"I said Xiong Xiazi, how is our teacher doing?" The old smoker asked Xiong Dawu's side.

Hearing the old smoker's question, Xiong Dawu's face flashed a trace of sadness: "Our division commander has been withdrawn due to poor command and operations, and the designation is still there, but now we are merged with the independent No.20 brigade, and now we are preparing to Re-enter the battlefield."

Hearing such a result, Old Smoker also sighed. It wasn't that they were unfavorable in fighting, but that the little devils were too powerful. After a round of shelling, half of the people were killed, so how could they fight.

"Then where are you going now?"

Xiong Dawu pointed to the faraway Shuizaobang: "The devils have already rushed towards this side. Our division was ordered to establish a position in front with the No.80 First Division to keep the devils on the other side of the river."

Yang Ling originally planned to take the old smoking gun and his group of remnant soldiers to retreat to the back with the No. 18 division, and lead them out of this doomed war alive.

But sometimes fate is such a trick. They asked around to find the 61st Division and wanted to return to the team, but they couldn't find it. Now they have given up the idea of ​​​​returning to the team. Step onto the battlefield.

The remnant soldiers were once again uneasy about their fate, wondering if they had good luck to survive. Yang Ling kept silent all the way, knowing that this was his fate, and he still couldn't escape this vicious circle after going round and round.

Under the leadership of Xiong Dawu, Old Smoker and the remnant soldiers who had wandered outside for some days finally returned to the embrace of the 61st Division, but Old Smoker's wrinkled face was even more worried.

When he learned that 61 was going to the battlefield to fight the devils again, he had completely discarded the idea of ​​returning to the team, and only wanted to escape far away, and then save his own life.

But even though he had a good idea, his old opponent Xiong Dawu knew everything about Old Smoker. He could tell whether he was peeing or farting when he poked his butt, so there was no chance for Old Smoker and them to be deserters. The one who pulled the bandage rejoined the team.

After the 61st Division was merged with the independent No.20 Brigade and reorganized, it had two subordinate brigades, and the old smoking guns were scattered before the reorganization, so they were directly incorporated into the 183rd Brigade and the 361st Regiment just like Xiong Dawu and the others. Three battalions.

Old Smoker and the others became the supplementary company of the third battalion, Old Smoker continued to serve as the company commander, and Yang Ling was recommended to be the company deputy, but the people were still those people, and they added up to just enough for a platoon.

Text Chapter 35 Company Deputy

Yang Ling didn't expect that he would be promoted. From second lieutenant platoon leader to lieutenant company deputy, deputy company commander of the supplementary company, and old smoker's deputy. ??

However, in the minds of the remnants of the supplementary company, Yang Ling, the deputy of the company, really deserved his name, not only good marksmanship, but also courageous and resourceful.

If it weren't for Yang Ling's care along the way, these remnant soldiers would have been reimbursed long ago. Just relying on Yang Ling's order to save them, they would have no meaning for Yang Ling to take up this position.

Yang Ling himself didn't care, he neither asked for money nor an official, he just wanted to fight the devils, even if he continued to serve as the second lieutenant platoon leader, he still had some say in the supplementary company.

It's just that now that he is the deputy of the company, the responsibility on his shoulders is a bit heavier. Originally, he saved the remnants of the soldiers from the evil hands of the devils, and most of the time it was out of sympathy to prevent his compatriots from being killed by the devils.

But it is very different now that he is a company deputy. He has become their chief, and the sympathy that was originally dispensable has now become a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

Yang Ling didn't have much hope for the Battle of Songhu, because he knew that in this undefended plain area, flesh and blood couldn't stop the devil's planes and cannons.

Although the national government successively invested nearly 70 troops into this battle, it did not send so many troops at one time, but used refueling tactics to continuously increase the number of troops.

Just like the Sichuan army had walked two thousand miles to Shanghai with a pair of feet, and arrived at the battlefield in October. At that time, the battle had been fought for more than two months. The troops who arrived earlier had suffered heavy losses, and the exhausted Sichuan army immediately went into battle. It couldn't save the defeat, but suffered heavy losses like the troops who arrived earlier.

Although Yang Ling was very clear and understood the cause and effect of this battle, and wanted to escape from this battlefield countless times, he would eventually fail.

But seeing countless National Revolutionary Army soldiers rushing into the battlefield one after another, and then being blown to pieces by the devil's planes and cannons, and then rushing up in batches, he felt that he could not be an outsider or a spectator.

I am also a Chinese, although I don't belong to this era, but when the nation is in crisis, when the country is in ruins and the family is in ruins, someone should stand up and support the backbone of the nation, just like those soldiers who went forward, knowing that they are dead, but still have no hesitation.

"Vice Yang Lian, congratulations." Luo Dayong was the first to congratulate Yang Ling.

It took only a few days from his disdain and jealousy towards Yang Ling to his admiration for Yang Ling now. He knew the importance of Yang Ling to the supplementary company.

Not all the remnants in the supplementary company belonged to the 61st Division, many of them came from other units, but the main reason why they are willing to stay now is Yang Ling.

Although they don't have much culture and don't understand too many principles, but in the battlefield of life and death, they know what kind of people to follow to make them live longer. It is a good choice to follow an officer like Yang Ling.

Therefore, they would rather stay in a supplementary company with only more than 30 people, rather than return to their own troops, because they want to live and don't want to die.

If Yang Ling is no longer in the supplementary company, Luo Dayong can predict that the supplementary company will definitely disband. This is something that even the elder smoker can't undo.

"Deputy Lian, you seem to be a deputy, you have to buy the big guy a drink." Fat Tian San's chubby head leaned over to ask Yang Ling for a drink.

Fatty Tian San had no interest in fighting, and he was a soldier at first because he could eat enough, so no matter how fierce the battle was, his mind would always be on food.

Some people called him an idiot, but Fatty Tian San was not angry at all. After all, he sometimes felt that his pursuit was to be an idiot, never to starve, and being a stuffed ghost was much better than a starving ghost.

"You can't just drink, you have to have meat, big pieces of meat." The old smoker walked over swayingly, smashed the dry tobacco in his mouth, and echoed.

Yang Ling looked at the remnant soldiers swallowing their saliva, and agreed: "Okay, after this battle is over, I'll invite you to drink and eat meat, and go to the best restaurant."

"The lieutenant is straightforward!" Luo Dayong clapped his hands and applauded, and the remnant soldiers also showed a rare smile. The soldiers are not so particular, and everyone likes the bold ones.

Now everyone has a hope, that is, they will survive the next battle, because Yang Ling still owes them a meal.

Yang Ling officially became the company deputy of the supplementary company, but the entire supplementary company was only number 33, and the guns and ammunition were all captured devils, so he felt a heavy responsibility.

Yang Ling faced and asked, "Didn't the battalion say to add some soldiers and ammunition to our supplementary company?"

"I went to the battalion commander, but the battalion commander said that all companies are in short supply of weapons and ammunition, and there are no soldiers. Let us figure out a way."