Boundless darkness covered the land, and the gunfire in the north and east was still fierce, and from time to time a light bullet streaked through the flash of light to light up the night sky, and the battle was still scorching. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, for the officers and men of the 61st Division who withdrew from their positions to rest, they could finally get a good night's sleep after several days and nights of fierce fighting, and they did not have to worry about the devils touching them at night, after all, there were friendly troops in front of them.

Yang Ling and the others withdrew late, and when the rest of the sleepy and tired remnants had eaten a full meal and fell asleep, they were sitting around the fire boiling porridge.

Everyone only received two taels of millet, and it was impossible to eat dry rice, because they didn't know when the next supply would come, and they had eaten the last meal or not, so in order to avoid starvation, they could only save some and only boil porridge.

Besides, they hadn't eaten for a long time, and only gruel mixed with multigrain cakes would not hurt their stomachs, and the lunch box for cooking porridge belonged to the captured devil soldiers, and it was steaming hot on the fire at the moment.

The gruel was steaming in the lunch box, the remnants of the soldiers stretched their necks in a circle and waited for the meal to start, and the fat man Tian San kept swallowing his saliva.

The millet porridge boiled out its aroma in the boiling, washing away the smoke and bloody smell in the air, making the stomachs of the remnants growl.

"Lian Vice, you should be able to eat it, right?" The fat man stared at the gruel and asked with a blank eye.

Looking at the fat man who had turned his attention back to the food, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, worried that he would have accumulated hatred in his heart because of Luo Ziqiang's death, and he would not be able to walk out without eating or drinking.

However, it is obvious that Yang Ling feels that his worries are superfluous, even in the face of deep hatred and hatred of the fat man, he still has not forgotten to eat, as long as he knows how to eat, at least he doesn't have to waste time to enlighten him.

Yang Ling carefully took down the lunch box for cooking porridge and gave a little to each remnant soldier, and the remnants couldn't wait to send the hot porridge to their mouths.

The devil's artillery blockade was so great that they could only gnaw on cold cakes on the position, sometimes there were no cakes, and now they ate hot porridge, and some people couldn't help but have tears in their eyes.

They were able to take it down and eat the hot porridge, but many of them had been babbling for a long time, and finally they didn't have a chance to open their mouths to enjoy the hot meal again.

The remnants ate very sweetly until they licked the bottom of the bowl with their tongues, and it was not easy to eat hot porridge, and they also cherished it.

"If only I could eat meat sometime." The fat man lay on the reed pole, touched his belly, and opened his mouth with unfinished meaning.

The old cigarette gun put down the lunch box, and a smile finally appeared on his face full of mud and dust, "It's good to have porridge to drink and cakes to eat, you still want to eat meat, it's beautiful." ”

The fat man didn't pay attention to the old smoking gun, looked at the dark and thought about the night sky, and suddenly felt a little homesick.

After a full meal, the exhausted remnants of the soldiers all recovered some of their spirits, lying on the ground enjoying a rare rest, no longer so decadent, although they withdrew, but Yang Ling still did not dare to relax his vigilance.

This is not very far from the front position, although there are friendly troops in front, and the large army of devil soldiers cannot pass, but it cannot prevent the infiltration of devils and interspersed with small forces.

They didn't die on the battlefield, and if they were killed by a small group of devils who infiltrated in, it would really be ridiculous and generous, so Yang Ling sent a sentry to the east where he thought the enemy situation was most likely.

"Deputy Lian, can you write a letter for me?" The fat man turned over to Yang Ling and asked cautiously.

The old cigarette gun was swallowing the clouds and spitting smoke with half of the cigarette he had touched from the dead man's mouth, and he opened his mouth to hit the fat man: "Fatty, don't bother, even if you write it, you can't send it."

The old smoker is right, now the soldiers are in chaos, they are on the battlefield, where to send the letter.

"What are you writing for?" Yang Ling was a little curious.

The fat man twisted and pinched the old man for a long time before he spoke: "I want to report safety to my mother, I have been out for more than half a year, and I haven't brought a message back......"

The reason why the fat man wants to write a letter is also because of his own considerations, he used to know how to eat without heart and lungs, and Luo Ziqiang protected him safely, but Luo Ziqiang's death made him mature a lot, and he began to feel homesick and his mother.

The fat man wanted to be a deserter countless times, and he never came out again when he returned to his home, but he wanted to avenge Luo Ziqiang, he couldn't be a deserter, so he wanted to write a letter to his mother, in case he died, when his mother saw his letter, at least he had a thought.

The fat man looked at Yang Ling pleadingly, because only Yang Ling was literate in Lianli, and the rest of the people were coarse, so he could only pray to Yang Ling.

"But I don't have a pen and paper?" Although Yang Ling wanted to help the fat man Tian San, it was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and he was helpless.

"Deputy Lian, did you really promise to help me write?" The fat man's face was full of excitement.

Before Yang Ling could speak, the fat man had already struggled to stand up from the reed pole: "Lian Deputy, I'll go now, I'll go find paper and pen." The fat man said and limped quickly towards the house not far away, for fear that Yang Ling would regret it.

"When did the fat man have such a high consciousness and know to write a letter to his family?" The old smoker touched his head, muttered to himself, thinking that he was single, he couldn't help but feel a little gloomy, the fat man could still write letters, but he couldn't send his own letters.

Yang Ling sat by the fire and wiped his gun, the old smoking gun turned over and over and couldn't sleep, and finally broke the silence: "Brother Yang, where do you say we are going to retreat tomorrow?"

Their 61st Division was withdrawn to rest because of heavy casualties, but the old smoker has always been very worried in his heart, there is no bottom, and the front line is fighting so fiercely that it may have to be pulled up.

The remnants of the soldiers who were not asleep around were also surrounded, they were also worried about their own tomorrow, the war was cruel, and their lives were like duckweed in the turbulent sea, and they couldn't help themselves.

Yang Ling looked at the remnants of the soldiers with excellent faces, squeezed out a smile on his face and analyzed: "Our division has suffered such a big loss, even if it wants to pull up, it will not go to the front, at most cover the flanks, there is nothing to worry about."

After hearing Yang Ling's analysis, the old smoking gun felt reasonable, there were originally more than 8,000 people in their division, and now there are only a few hundred people left alive, thinking that there is no need to go to the front and fight the devil to the death, the old smoking gun breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the remnants of the soldiers who were obviously much more relaxed, Yang Ling said, "Let's all hurry up and rest, maybe we will have to hurry tomorrow."

After the old smoker said hello to Yang Ling, he quickly fell asleep, and the rest of the remnants of the soldiers were too tired after fighting for several days and nights, and they snored when they fell down.

The fat man Tian San quickly ran back, panting with straw paper and brush in both hands, his face full of joy, and he didn't know how he got it from the clerk.

Although he knew that he couldn't send a letter to his family on this battlefield, Yang Ling still did not refuse the fat man's thoughts, and seriously wrote a letter to his family for him to fulfill his wish.