Chapter 702: Festival

Firecrackers crackled, and in the cheers of the brothers, Yang Ling and their brothers who had survived the bloody battle ushered in the New Year.

"It's not easy to survive this year......"

Looking at the brothers cheering and chasing in the open space outside with smiling faces, the first battalion commander Junko expressed his heartfelt emotion.

In this year, they first escaped death from Nanjing, went north to Bengbu, and then participated in the Battle of Lanfeng and the Battle of Wuhan.

They have fought in several provinces in a row and fought bloody battles with devils, the old smoking gun was sacrificed, Wang Zikun was disabled and retired with a broken arm, and countless brothers were buried in the wilderness, and when I thought about it, I felt panicked.

The troops have changed several times in a row, and these small platoon commanders have survived bloody battles again and again and become veteran battalion commanders who lead nearly 1,000 brothers to fight.

In just one year, as if a long century had passed, they had gone from young soldiers to tough officers under the tempering of war, and who could tell the pain of this.

The so-called success of a general has withered bones, and their promotion from platoon commander to battalion commander is the corpses and blood of countless brothers behind them.

Yang Ling comforted: "The blood of the brothers will not be shed in vain, the little devil wants to destroy us in three months, but after more than a year of fighting, we have not become a slave of the country, as long as we are still alive, this battle must continue to be fought until the little devil is driven out of our China!" ”

"Yes, the little devil wants to destroy our China, that's wishful thinking, victory must belong to us!" Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion, also raised his fist and said categorically.

Although in the past year, in the face of the elite troops of the devils with absolute superiority in the air force, heavy artillery and tanks, the Chinese soldiers used their flesh and blood as weapons to break the arrogant plans of the devils.

Although the Chinese army and people paid a huge price in casualties, the plot of the little devils did not succeed.

China's army is like a tumbler, every tough battle will wipe out an army and a division.

But in a few months, the number of this army will reappear on the battlefield and continue to fight with the little devils, and continue to make up for it.

For the survival of the country and the nation, the sons and daughters of China have never been afraid of strong enemies, and this is the backbone of the nation.

"For the New Year, let's stop blowing the cold wind here, after drinking, let's continue to fight with the little devils next year! Never die! ”

Liu Yidao saw that the atmosphere was a little dull, and pulled everyone into the house.

"Yes, let's eat and drink enough, and continue to beat him next year!" Junko also shouted in high spirits.

"Old squad leader, what is delicious, it's so fragrant, hurry up and bring it out."

Liu Yidao shouted at the steaming kitchen and urged.

"Battalion Commander Liu, you sit down first, and the meal will be ready immediately-"

"Then you're going to be a little bit faster, your stomach is growling." Liu Yidao touched his belly and said with a smile.

During the Chinese New Year, Yang Ling also brought together the main officers in the regiment, the first battalion commander Shunzi, the second battalion commander Chen Ming, and the third battalion commander Liu Yidao.

In addition, Qin Shou, blacksmith, Wang Huzi, Niu Dagen and other old brothers also came, and everyone sat around the Eight Immortals table, and the atmosphere was warm.

"Come on, let's fill up the wine first-"

Liu slammed open the sealing mud of the wine jar and filled the wine glasses of the brothers one by one.

"Here comes the food—" The cooking squad leader also brought the hot appetizers.

Braised pork, sauce elbow, cold tofu, back to the pot meat, cold chicken...... The cooking squad leader served more than a dozen dishes in one go, and the pervasive fragrance made the brothers swallow their saliva.

Drinking cold water and nibbling on multigrain cakes on the battlefield, now facing such a table of good wine and food, it hooks all the cravings in their stomachs.

"Old squad leader, your cooking skills are not bad, if you can eat these delicious foods you make every day, then you will be blessed." Looking at the cooking squad leader who was grinning and serving, Liu Yidao teased.

The cooking squad leader also smiled and said: "When you go back to the town to open a restaurant after the war, you come to eat every day, and my old man doesn't take your money." ”

"Haha, that's good, it's decided, we will definitely go to the show when the time comes." The king's beard also coaxed.

"Alright, you can eat quickly, the brothers of the guard company are still waiting for me to stir-fry for them." After the cooking squad leader finished serving the last dish, he went out with a hello.

This time, in order to have a prosperous year for the brothers, Yang Ling sent a quartermaster to the countryside to buy thirty big fat pigs to ensure that every brother had a mouthful of oil.

"Come, brethren, let's raise a glass together!"

Being able to celebrate the New Year with these brothers of life and death, Yang Ling was also in a good mood, and first raised his glass and stood up.

The brothers were also greeted by Yang Ling, and they all raised their glasses and stood up, waiting for Yang Ling to speak.

"This first glass of wine is a tribute to the sacrificed brethren of our regiment! Without their sacrifice and dedication, we would not be able to gather together today! We can't forget them! ”

"To the fallen brethren!"

The officers all clinked glasses solemnly, and in the crisp sound of collision, they raised their heads and drank it all.

The wine glass was filled again, and Yang Ling looked at these familiar brothers and raised his voice.

"This second glass of wine is my respect to the brothers here, you sacrifice your life and death to follow me Yang Ling to fight devils, this is a trust in me, I thank the big guy and will never give up!"

"Salute to the group!" Liu Yidao and the others saw that Yang Ling had finished drinking, and they also raised their glasses and drank them all.

"This third glass of wine is a tribute to the coming year, I hope we will continue to fight devils in the new year, achieve more victories, and drive the little devils out of China!"

"!"

After three glasses of wine, the brothers sat down one after another, and the brothers, drinking and eating, for a time the room was full of fists and shouts, and the atmosphere was particularly warm.

After all, they are all people who have survived the bloody battle, and compared with those countless brothers who died on the battlefield, they are extremely lucky to be able to survive the New Year.

After the wine was drunk, the brothers were no longer restrained, and their hearts were poured out like beans.

"Our village. There are more than a dozen brothers in our village, and now, there is only one of us left, the third brother next door, and the bomb has blown out all the intestines... Falling into my arms, he said that he wanted to go home, I felt uncomfortable, I wanted to cry, but I was a company commander, I couldn't cry, I could only endure it......"

Thinking that the brothers who had come out of the village together were now alone, some of them were holding the jar of wine and weeping.

"Dog's day, our brothers are working hard in front, they are good, they sent us a lot of tattered chapters, and I didn't see the shadow of the good commendation, you said that this broken chapter can be eaten or can fight devils!"

Wang Huzi also drank too much, and staggered out all the military medals he had issued and threw them on the ground, scolding.

"Huzi, Deputy Battalion Commander Wang drank too much, help him to rest." Seeing Wang Huzi's indiscriminate scolding, Yang Ling beckoned to Huzi.

"I didn't drink too much, I'm going to scold, those bastards who don't do anything......"