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

Yang Ling kicked the devil who was riding on Old Smoker, and stabbed him down: "Commander Zhou, are you okay?"

"Cough cough—cough cough," the old smoker coughed violently, with his mouth wide open trying to breathe in the air, like a dehydrated fish, he never felt that being alive was such a wonderful thing.

Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled Old Smoker up from the ground: "Follow us." As he spoke, he rushed towards another devil who was crushing the remnant soldiers and beating him fiercely.

The devil's stabbing skills are excellent, and his physical fitness is also extremely strong. Facing close-to-hand combat, the disabled soldiers are no match for the devil at all. When the two sides wrestled together, almost all the disabled soldiers were at a disadvantage. Yang Ling became a firefighter. Busy on the battlefield.

The platoon leader Luo Dayong became the only remnant soldier who didn't need Yang Ling to worry about. The red-tasseled broadsword in his hand danced loudly, half of the devil's arm was cut off with one blow, and the scene was bloody and horrible.

Some devils tried to hug Luo Dayong and knocked him to the ground. Not only did Luo Dayong not be knocked down, but he became Luo Dayong's dead soul one step ahead.

The surviving devils fought with the remnant soldiers like wounded wild beasts, smashing them with their fists, biting them with their teeth, and screaming in the dark. Yang Ling was shocked by the madness of the devils. If the two sides faced each other head-on, Yang Ling would not hesitate It can be concluded that these remnant soldiers will undoubtedly lose.

But the crazy devil is just a trapped beast before dying. Although he fought bravely with the remnant soldiers, he could not escape the fate of destruction. After almost ten minutes of fighting, the last living devil was named Er Lengzi's remnant soldiers tied into blood gourds.

"I'll stab you to death! I'll stab you to death! I'll let you kill the dog! I'll let you kill the dog!" Er Lengzi was covered in scars, and there were hideous wounds in his torn clothes. Blood was oozing out, and his eyes were red. He kept stabbing the dead devil under him with a bayonet, roaring angrily.

The old smoker went up and kicked the idiot away: "You motherfucker, stop for me, the devil is dead, terribly dead."

The second fool was kicked to the ground by the old smoking gun, looked at the bloody devil, laughed wildly, and soon burst into tears, tears and nose flowing, "Damn, I have revenge for you, I have revenge. "

The devils were wiped out, and three remnants died in battle. Yang Ling felt a little heavy, but he understood that war was like this, there was no mercy at all, and one had to have a strong heart if he wanted to survive.

Yang Ling sometimes felt that he was not as good as an old smoker, and he didn't even blink his eyes when facing the death of his companions. Maybe he had seen too many dead people, so he was numb, Yang Ling guessed.

Yang Ling sat on the ground and tore off a piece of cloth to bandage the wound on his arm. Then he held up a torch and rummaged through the messy battlefield for spoils.

The devil's commander, the second lieutenant captain, was killed when Yang Ling threw the first round of grenades, and his whole body was turned into coke. That's why the devil's resistance was so messy and disorderly, and was eventually wiped out by Yang Ling and the others.

Text Chapter 9 Morale

In the house with half of the wall collapsed, a pile of firewood crackled and burned to dispel the chill of early autumn, and the orange flames jumped happily like dancing elves.

Five tired and sleepy remnants curled up in a corner and slept soundly. The continuous running day and night brought their spirits and bodies to the brink of collapse. Coupled with the brutal hand-to-hand fight with the devils a few hours ago, they were really I can't stand it anymore.

As their temporary commander, Yang Ling knew clearly that these remnant soldiers had reached their limit and became exhausted soldiers, so after leaving the battlefield, he immediately found a hiding place and ordered to rest for a few hours before continuing to march.

Heiwazi, who was only 16 years old, was almost killed by the devil during the hand-to-hand fight with the devil. Fortunately, Yang Ling rescued him in time and survived.

At this moment, he was curled up in the corner with his eyes closed and his mouth babbled, his face was full of fear, and his hands trembled from time to time. Yang Ling guessed that he must have had a nightmare, and then sighed.

I am still in school at the age of Heiwazi, but in this era of broken mountains and rivers, everyone is running to fight and save the nation. Even such a small child has become a frontline soldier with a gun, bearing his burden. Age shouldn't be a burden.

Heiwazi, and this is just a small microcosm of the huge China. Some soft place in Yang Ling's heart was touched, and he realized more deeply what sacrifices and prices the Chinese people have paid to protect their home and country. The next generation will make a bet.

The firewood was crackling and burning, Yang Ling removed the cloth strips binding the wound, revealing the bloody wound, the devil's bayonet was sharp, if Yang Ling hadn't turned sideways in time to dodge it, it might have pierced his own chest.

He picked up the burning firewood, gritted his teeth and scalded it towards his wound. The hot firewood made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with the wound, green smoke billowed up, and the severe pain made Yang Ling almost faint. Beads dripped from his forehead.

He smelled the smell of barbecue, and the wound a few millimeters deep was charred black by the hot firewood, turning into dead flesh. Yang Ling endured the excruciating pain and scalded the flesh around the wound to death.

Phew... Yang Ling panted heavily. Although this was not the first time he had done this, he didn't know how painful it was without empathy.

The old smoker woke up when he heard Yang Ling's muffled groan. He stared blankly at Yang Ling scalding his wound with hot firewood. .

Thinking of the hot firewood scalding his own flesh and blood, the old smoker couldn't help but shudder, mother, how painful it was, he was unwilling to do such a thing in his life, isn't that looking for abuse.

Of course, the reason why Yang Ling did this was not to seek abuse, and he did not have the tendency of self-abuse. His wound was too deep. In this era of lack of medical care and medicine, if it is not treated properly, it will be infected. It is a trivial matter to lose the whole arm. It's not worth dying for.

The high temperature of hot firewood can not only sterilize bacteria but also stop bleeding. He scalds the flesh and blood around the wound into dead flesh to avoid the risk of infection. It seems to be painful for a while, but as long as new flesh grows after the scar is formed, it is also avoided. The root cause of the disease is that it is a last resort due to the current conditions.

"woke up?"

Yang Ling's voice brought Old Smoker back to reality. Old Smoker nodded awkwardly, got up and sat down on a brick beside the fire, looked at Yang Ling's angular face, shook his head, he was getting more and more The more I can't see through this young man.

"Brother Yang, go to sleep for a while too, I'll watch." The old smoker habitually took off the pipe from his waist, took out the pipe and stuffed it into the round head of the pipe.

When Old Smoker opened his mouth like this, Yang Ling suddenly felt tired. He wanted to refuse but swallowed the words again, nodded and said, "Call me when it dawns." After speaking, he leaned against the wall and fell asleep .

Yang Ling was too tired. He had been tense since he woke up from time travel. Facing the large number of fierce devils gathered in the surrounding area, he didn't dare to be careless, so that he slept with half his eyes open. The time he stayed in the place definitely did not exceed two hours, and the result made him extremely exhausted. If it wasn't for his strong willpower, he would have collapsed long ago.

Yang Ling slept very soundly this time. He dreamed of his relatives in another world, dreamed of his dear comrades in arms, and the familiar feeling made him feel very warm.

When he woke up again, it was already daylight, and the old smoker was still smoking his pipe, smoky.

"Smoking too much will hurt your body, so smoke less."

Yang Ling planed the fire that was about to go out, revealing the red-hot carbon stone inside, and kindly reminded the old smoker.

Yang Ling usually looked cold, which made the old smoker unable to figure it out. When he suddenly said such a sentence, the old smoker was slightly stunned, and then a warm current surged in his heart, which was warmer than this fiery red carbon stone.

The old smoking gun knocked on the dry smoking gun, and the burning ashes shook out, with a sad expression on his face, "That being said, there were still some brothers who chatted with me before, and now this is the only thought left..."

Yang Ling looked at the 40-year-old smoker who was bent like a 60-year-old man, and shook his head self-deprecatingly. In this era when life is at stake, you can smoke as much as you want, and think about it.

Yang Ling stopped talking, buried his head and began to wrap his leggings. This was a technical task, it should not be too tight or too loose, but for Yang Ling, this was not a difficult task.

"Brother Yang, do you think we can defeat devils?" Old Smoker couldn't hold back his temper, and broke the silence by speaking again.

Yang Ling paused, looked up at the pale sky in the distance, and said firmly, "Yes, we will definitely defeat the devils."

"But the devils are so powerful. The Central Army is a German weapon master. They can't withstand the attacks of the devils. You say our broken guns..." The old smoker's tone was full of pessimism.

Morale is a kind of mysterious and mysterious thing. It will be exhausted again and again, and sometimes it even determines the outcome of the war.

For the current Chinese army, a huge victory is urgently needed to boost the morale of the army, but as far as Yang Ling knows, from Songhu to Nanjing, all the battlefields in the early stage of the War of Resistance were disastrous, so that the Japanese army appeared invincible. The argument that the country will perish if it continues.

This is not due to the disparity in weaponry or national power, but the successive defeats of the army that have caused pessimism and disappointment among the soldiers and civilians in the entire land of China. This cannot be easily reversed by one or two victories. Yang Ling couldn't answer the old smoker because he knew The rout will continue, and the sentiment will spread on a wider scale.

"Trust me, we will definitely win." Yang Ling's words were full of firmness and confidence, infected with a pessimistic smoker.

Thinking of Yang Ling overthrowing a devil squad by himself, and then leading them to wipe out a devil squad a few hours ago, the old smoker inexplicably felt a surge of hope in his chest, following Yang Ling, as long as they fight, they will continue to fight. To kill devils, there will always be a day when all devils will be killed.

Thinking of this, the old smoker's wrinkled face stretched out, "I believe in you, we will definitely win."

Text Chapter 10 Allies

Under the gray sky, the soil exudes a rotten smell, and the crops that the refugees in the Yunzaobang area have not had time to harvest have rotted on the ground, and the autumn wind blows through the desolation.

"What a good crop, what a pity." Someone among the remnants sighed, if it wasn't for the war, this must have been a good harvest year.

But now these crops that are too late to harvest can only be allowed to swell in the ground due to accumulated water, then rot, and eventually become part of the soil.

Yang Ling was walking at the front of the team with a [-] cap on his shoulders, looking around. There was no expression on his plain face under the gray hat brim. He knew that this was war, cruel and merciless.

Yang Ling's footsteps stopped suddenly, his long and narrow eyes turned to the gray sky, and then he waved to the remnant soldiers who were sighing behind him: "Hidden!"

Like frightened ducks, the remnants immediately hid in the weeds beside the road. After two days of fleeing, they had habitually followed Yang Ling's orders, because they knew they couldn't live without Yang Ling.