The fog dissipated considerably, revealing the fields and reeds that crisscrossed the distance, and the sound of gunfire in the distance became more intense, and the two sides fought fiercely day and night without stopping for a moment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But in Yang Ling's eyes, all this is in vain, everything is in vain, although the National Revolutionary Army is constantly sending troops into the battlefield, but in the face of devils with air supremacy, as well as hundreds of heavy artillery and cannons, the more people who fill it, the more they die.

Backwardness is to be beaten here vividly embodied, no matter how many people are what's the use, countless shells are torn to pieces in an instant, and the blood and courage of the whole body in the face of steel guns and cannons will eventually only evolve into a one-sided slaughter, this is the war of this era, tragic and helpless.

The remnants of the soldiers happily pulled the corpse of the devil, all the things that could be used were pulled to their bodies, armed belts, kettles, food, even the shoes of the devils were not spared, like a group of wild wolves with green eyes, sweeping away all the things at all.

The old smoking gun did not pick up the loot like the rest of the remnants, he paid more attention to Yang Ling, this monster who could break the devil's neck with his bare hands, and was shocked at the same time very curious about Yang Ling's identity, he took out a cigarette from the devil's squad leader and handed it to Yang Ling respectfully, with almost: "This little brother, what do you call it?" ”

Yang Ling waved his hand and refused the cigarette handed over by the old smoking gun: "Yang Ling, second lieutenant platoon commander of the 61st Division." "Cigarettes and alcohol have always been things that Yang Ling has always stayed away from, because as a special soldier, you must always keep your brain clear, which is not only the regulations of the army at the beginning, but also a good habit that Yang Ling has cultivated.

The old cigarette gun awkwardly took back the cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, took out a box of matches, clicked and lit it and took a puff, and introduced himself: "My name is Zhou Fugui, they all call me the old smoking gun, and I am also from the 61st Division, serving as the company commander." ”

Yang Ling's mind poured out some memories that originally belonged to this body, knowing that the 61st Division was defeated while guarding the Wusong Fort, most of the division was killed, and had to be reduced to a regiment, and the division commander was also dismissed, and the fight was more tragic.

"Company Commander Zhou, what are you going to do next?" Yang Ling tentatively asked, smash it, smash it, smash it, and smoke the old smoking gun.

The old smoker sighed, his expression was a little gloomy, and he said: "The entire division has been scattered, and now there are devils everywhere, if it weren't for Brother Yang, you would have come to the rescue, we would have been reimbursed, I heard that the division headquarters has withdrawn to Yang Xing, and we are going to go over there." ”

Hearing the old smoking gun's answer, Yang Ling suddenly had a preliminary understanding of the situation, he pointed to the remnants of the soldiers who were looting the loot and said: "On the way over, I saw that the interspersed troops of the devils had run in front of us, and it was not easy to get to Yang Xing smoothly with these broken guns." ”

"There's no way to do that, life and death are left to fate, it's better than staying here and waiting for death." The old smoker's words were full of pessimism.

There are countless interspersed troops of devils, chasing the butts of these routs and attacking forward, Yang Ling also encountered countless waves along the way, including several battles, if it weren't for his quick reaction and already made dumplings, it also made him realize that no matter how powerful his personal strength is, he is in danger of dying at any time in such a large-scale war.

This is the so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands, and he himself is confident that he can solve ten devil soldiers neatly with one as ten, but if he encounters a devil squad, he will have to consider fleeing for his life in the devil's squadron, not to mention a coalition of thousands of people, so even if his personal strength is strong, it is limited.

It is based on this understanding that Yang Ling decided not to fight alone and join a team to fight side by side, so that he can live better, and the team spirit is also applicable here.

"I have a way to get you out safely." Yang Ling has now decided to cooperate with this group of 61st Divisions that have been beaten to ashes by devils.

In view of the fact that Yang Ling had killed more than a dozen devils by himself before, the old smoking gun was convinced of what Yang Ling said, and his blood-colored eyes were revitalized, if Yang Ling was really willing to take them, they would definitely be able to withdraw safely, this is the old smoking gun's thoughts at the moment.

But then the old smoking gun began to mumble in his heart again, Yang Ling just saved their lives, and now he offered to take them out, what did Yang Ling want?

"Brother Yang, you have helped us again and again, how can this make us embarrassed?" The old smoking gun tested Yang Ling, wanting to know what Yang Ling's purpose was.

The trace of concern that flashed under the eyes of the old smoking gun could escape Yang Ling's eyes so much, and he heard that the old smoking gun had something to say, but he didn't answer the words, patted the dust on his body and stood up: "I only have one condition, you must listen to my command." ”

As the saying goes, brothers work together, and their profits cut off gold, in this dangerous situation, if you can't twist up and down into a rope, it is more difficult to jump out of the encirclement of devils all around, than to ascend to the sky.

More importantly, Yang Ling realized the limitations of his personal strength, so he wanted to fight devils better, and it was much stronger to fight devils with a team than to fight alone, and with his ability, he may not be able to train a Republic of China version of the Falcon squadron, and these remnants of the soldiers he saved were the best soldiers at present.

The old smoker was stunned when he heard Yang Ling's words, his brain hadn't turned around yet, he was even ready to take out all his homes, but he didn't expect that Yang Ling not only did not open his mouth to ask for their ocean, but only asked for command.

In the eyes of the old smoking gun, there are few people left in the total now, and if you want this command, you can't eat it, since Yang Ling wants it, he immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay, Brother Yang, we all obey your command, if the fuck doesn't listen to you, I'll unscrew his head and give you a night pot." ”

Yang Ling saw that the old smoking gun agreed so simply, and a smile appeared on his face: "Let the brothers quickly pack up, this place is not suitable for a long time." ”

"Hey" The old smoking gun replied and immediately beckoned to the surviving remnants: "Give me some fucking sharpness, prepare to withdraw." ”

When Luo Dayong woke up, it was already afternoon, he felt that he was in severe pain, the violent jolting of his body made him feel that his bones were about to fall apart, he opened his eyes leisurely, the rivers and fields were retreating rapidly, and he was lying on a person's back.

Looking at the familiar companion who was burying his head in the road, Luo Dayong grinned, and then the tears couldn't help falling, he Luo Dayong was still alive, the tears and the dust on his face were mixed together and became slimy, Luo Dayong didn't care, what he cared about was that he brushed shoulders with death again.