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

But when he saw those exhausted and scarred soldiers who had retreated from the front line, he really couldn't bear to coax them over to continue the brutal battle. He had no right to let them continue to die.

So he came back empty-handed. Anyway, with so much ammunition now, it can also make up for their lack of supplementary company soldiers to a certain extent.

He didn't care that Yang Ling didn't get the soldiers back. In fact, from the very beginning, he didn't believe that Yang Ling could get back the soldiers and ammunition, but now it was a surprise to get so much ammunition back. How could he go? Blame Yang Ling.

The old smoker happily withdrew his reluctant eyes from the weapons and ammunition, turned his head and saw Yang Ling standing there with a straight body, and his heart was already full of joy. I really found a treasure this time. It's really not a loss for Yang Ling to go to the battalion commander to get Yang Ling a position as a company deputy.

"Well, Brother Yang, I thank you on behalf of Supplementary Company." Old Smoker's mouth wriggled for a long time before popping out these words.

Yang Ling smiled: "Brother Zhou, we don't need to say thank you, we are all brothers who eat in the same pot, why are you being so polite?"

When the old smoker heard Yang Ling's words, he also felt that he was hypocritical.

With so much ammunition, the old smoker suddenly felt that his confidence was much stronger: "Damn it, let me gather here and get the ammunition."

The remnants have long been salivating over these ammunition. The so-called skills do not overwhelm them. On this battlefield, bullets are their second life. No one would think too much. They all crowded around to get them with excited faces. ammunition.

"I want a machine gun!"

"Give me the grenade, and I will blow up the kid when the time comes."

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The remnants were like hungry wolves, they hung ammunition all over their bodies, and their pockets were full of yellow and orange bullets. Now they felt that with so many ammunition around them, they would be very worried about the upcoming battle. On the contrary, the battle was full of such a sense of anticipation, wanting to beat the little devil hard.

Although the remnants tried their best to get enough ammunition, there were still a lot of ammunition left on the ground. The old smoker had a problem, what should we do?

They used to worry about not having any ammunition, but now they worry about having too much ammunition. They are used to carrying all the ammunition on their bodies and taking it with them wherever they go. Now the extra smokers don’t know what to do for a while.

"Find a place to store the remaining ammunition and keep it away from moisture as a supplement to consumption." Yang Ling knew that there would be some battles to be fought, and it was always right to store more ammunition.

"Luo Dayong, take two of you and move the remaining ammunition over there to hide and cover it with a cloth." The old smoker slapped his head when he heard Yang Ling's words. In the past, ammunition was scarce and he was used to saving it. Now The excess even forgot that it could be stored, so Luo Dayong was immediately recruited to take it to the back and hide it.

Text Chapter 39 Digging Trenches

Surplus weapons and ammunition were replenished and carefully hidden under the gentle slope behind the trench like a hidden treasure, covered with reed stalks and tattered clothes to prevent moisture. ??

Looking at the well-hidden ammunition, Old Smoker was still worried, so he sent a soldier to guard it like a thieves, and specifically explained that it would be difficult for anyone to get it without his order, especially guard against it. friendly forces in adjacent positions.

After everything was ordered properly, and then looked back at the tightly packed ammunition, Old Smoker felt relieved and walked back to the trench at a leisurely pace.

Although he has worked in the army for more than ten years, this is the first time he has the right to dispose of so much ammunition. He is like a rich man who has suddenly become rich. He is both excited and uneasy, worried that these ammunition will be stolen. gone.

The old smoker returned to the trench and sat down on the ground, touched the box cannon stuck in his waist, pulled out his dry smoke gun, lit a match, smashed it, and smoked it, not to mention how comfortable he was at the moment.

The remnants of the supplementary company were also full of excitement at the moment, as if they got a beloved toy, they counted the bullets on their bodies over and over again, hung up and untied the grenades hanging on their bodies, and couldn't put them down. so rich.

Yang Ling stepped on a pair of rag shoes and walked on the new soil dug out of the trench. He looked around and observed their position. The so-called knowing yourself and the enemy is invincible. He just came back and was not familiar with the position, so he naturally took the time to get familiar with it.

The entire 61st Division is deployed along the Kuanzaobang. Their goal is to prevent the Devils from crossing the river from this section of the river, and on their left flank is the position of the 81st Division.

The position of the third battalion is located on the right side of the whole division, and the supplementary company is sandwiched between the first company and the second company of the third battalion. The width of the defense is about 30 meters. It was still difficult to defend the 100-meter line of defense, Yang Ling frowned.

The trench of the supplementary company is 50 meters away from the river. It is a crooked straight trench. More than 30 remnant soldiers are nestling in the trench at the moment, chatting and laughing, enjoying the rare rest time before the war.

Looking at the shallow straight-line trenches, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly. In the past, the squadrons used to be warlords who attacked each other, and they were used to group charges and single-line trenches between each other. A wave of attacks can't be stopped.

Yang Ling walked to the edge of the trench and stood still, picked up the old shovel on the ground: "Don't be dazed, get up and work, our trench has to be dug again."

"Hey, no, Deputy Yang Lian, isn't our trench well built? What a waste of effort it would be to dig again." Luo Dayong raised an objection as he fiddled with the Czech-style light machine gun.

The rest of the remnants also echoed in unison: "That's right, we used to dig like this, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Do you think your trenches can hide people?" Yang Ling asked back.

The disabled soldiers looked down at the shallow trenches, which were only about half a meter deep, with embarrassment on their faces. The trenches were indeed a bit shallow.

"Brother Yang, it's not that if you don't dig deep, the water will come out." The old smoker leaned in front of Yang Ling and explained.

Yang Ling knew that the groundwater level in the Jiangnan area was shallow, only about one meter. If the trenches were dug deeper, they would be submerged in the water, but he also knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to dig the trenches deeper.

Yang Ling explained to the remnant soldiers earnestly: "Brothers, it's not that I, Yang Ling, deliberately torment everyone, you guys think about it carefully, would you like to survive lying in the water, or would you like to be buried in this trench where no one can hide?" Devil killed?"

When it comes to death, it immediately hits the weakness of the remnant soldiers. If it wasn't for serving as a soldier, who would want to die? Thinking about what Yang Ling said makes sense, it's better to be soaked in water than to be beaten by devils Death is much stronger.

The old smoker also understood the reasoning, turned his head and waved to the remnant soldiers: "Don't be dazed, listen to Brother Yang, hurry up and dig again."

Although the remnant soldiers were extremely reluctant, but thinking that this was a matter of their own life and death, they moved quickly with their hands and feet.

"Trenches can't be dug in a straight line. They should be dug into concave and convex shapes at intervals of three to five meters, so that the devil's bombs can reduce the damage caused by explosions. A hole for hiding soldiers has to be dug every few meters." Yang Ling waved the shovel while Teach the remnants how to dig standard trenches.

The remnants of the soldiers were soldiers only to have enough to eat, and they didn't know many big characters. How could they know what kind of standard trench digging was? But since Yang Ling gave orders, then follow Yang Ling's digging. Anyway, listening to Yang Ling's words along the way must be right. .

The groundwater line in the Zhazaobang area is very shallow, and their position is next to the river. It didn't take long to dig down and it turned into thin mud. They simply took off their shoes and stood in the mud with bare legs to dig according to Yang Ling's instructions. with.

The remnants of the supplementary company were waving their shovels and working in full swing. The splashed mud covered their bodies and made them wet. However, thinking of saving their lives, they dug hard.

"The people in the supplementary company have no brains, mother, how can the trenches be dug like this." The people who saw the supplementary company waved their arms and tried to dig the trench deep, while the people from the two adjacent companies were It's like watching a play, full of jokes.

"Hey, Old Smoker, are you digging your own grave or something?" Xiong Dawu jumped into the trench and joked when he saw Old Smoker covered in mud.

Xiong Dawu and Yang Ling lost [-] hand grenades in the marksmanship competition, and now they are worried about it, so they will not give up this opportunity to ridicule the old smokers.

The old smoker wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up and straightened his stooped body, and said to him, "Xiong Xiazi, I don't care if I dig graves, hehe, you just wait to be bombed."

After the old smoker finished speaking, he waved his arms and started digging trenches, ignoring Xiong Dawu who was sneering there.

Seeing that the old smoker ignored him, Xiong Dawu himself felt bored, and returned to his position, watching the old smoker and the others struggling to work, still remembering the last sentence of the old smoker, you guys Wait to be bombed.

Damn, did you guys survive my bombing?Xiong Dawu didn't believe it, and the devil's shells didn't have eyes, so no one could escape after being bombarded.

Although Xiong Dawu comforted himself in this way, seeing the trenches dug deeper and deeper by the old smokers, the more uneasy he felt in his heart. Damn, if there are such deep trenches, maybe you can really avoid the devils Bombs to increase the chances of surviving.

The old smoker is as illiterate as himself, and he knows his old background, and he will not dig the trench so deep for no reason. It must be that kid's attention again. Xiong Dawu's eyes fell on the man wielding the shovel. Yang Ling's body.

Thinking of Yang Ling's amazing marksmanship, Xiong Dawu felt that Yang Ling must not be simple. Although he didn't know why he dug the trench so deep, I couldn't lag behind the old smoker.

"Get up for me, dig trenches, dig deep." Xiong Dawu stood up and kicked the sleeping soldier holding a gun next to him, shouting loudly.

Although the soldiers of the first company didn't know what kind of madness their company commander was, but since the company commander talked, they had to do it anyway, stood up slowly and started to imitate the old smoking gun, and they began to dig trenches down , The surrounding companies watched them do it, as if it would be contagious. Although they didn't know why they did it, they thought it would be no harm to dig deeper, so they all followed suit.

Text Chapter 40 The Eve of the Battle

The trenches of the supplementary company were gradually formed under Yang Ling's personal command. The traffic trenches, infantry bunkers, machine gun bunkers, anti-tank trenches, and caves for hiding soldiers made the entire position look fragmented. However, compared with the shallow single-line trenches before, the current defense capabilities greatly enhanced.

The trench was dug down for about one meter, and the groundwater seeped out. The bottom of the trench had become puddles of mud, which became even more muddy after trampling back and forth.

The leggings of the remnant soldiers were already covered with mud and covered with a thick layer, and they felt wet and cold. At this moment, they were nestling in the half-hidden soldier cave, lighting a bonfire and roasting their wet trousers and clothes. leggings.