The dilapidated and messy house was simply cleaned up by the old king, and a few door panels were laid on the ground and the broken bedding found from the next room was put on, and a simple bed was made. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the center of the room, a bonfire crackled and danced orange flames, and the heat from the bonfire smoked the warmth of the room, keeping the cold out of the window.

The dozens of people in the three rows all lived in several courtyards around them, and compared to the sleeping trenches that had been sleeping in the open before, this place was simply a paradise-like existence.

The big-headed soldiers were tired and wrapped in broken bedding and soon fell asleep, snoring loudly, Yang Ling slept for a while in the afternoon, without the slightest sense of sleepiness at the moment, sat by the fire and pulled a cloth and began to wipe the gun.

The gun is the soldier's second life, although the 38 cover in Yang Ling's hand was captured in the hands of the devil, but he has been fed with bullets for so long, and he has been familiar and comfortable with it, he carefully wiped and cleaned up the residue remaining in the barrel, and carried out a simple maintenance.

Although it was almost midnight, the sound of guns and cannons in the east still did not stop, and from time to time there were miserable white flashes from the papier-mâché windows, Yang Ling shook his head and sighed, if the army was withdrawn to the defense fortifications on the front line of Wufu, how could it be so difficult.

Relying on simple trenches to fight positional warfare with well-equipped devil soldiers in the plain area is completely relying on human lives, and they have to reimburse a squad or a company as soon as the devils come over, and the battle is not such a way of fighting at all.

However, Yang Ling is now just a small company commander whose life is in danger, he is humble and light-hearted, and he is powerless to change the tragic and cruel war, and the balance of victory and defeat is not something that anyone can change.

There is no doubt that China's national strength at this moment is more than one grade behind Japan's, and if it is backward, it will be beaten, which is vividly reflected here.

Yang Ling didn't know when he fell asleep, and in a daze, he felt someone pat his shoulder, and his body's instinctive reaction pinched the hand that patted his shoulder.

"Ouch - I said company commander, tap... Tap ......" Yang Ling opened his eyes, and through the faint light emitted by the fire, he saw clearly the old king's head that was grinning and screaming.

Yang Ling let go of the old king's hand, looked at the still dark night outside and asked, "Old Wangtou, what are you doing when you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Lao Wang rubbed his hand that was pinched and swollen a little red and complained: "Company commander, your hand is really heavy, this wrist is about to break."

"You deserve it, who let you walk without even making a move-" Yang Ling said angrily.

"Is there a situation?" Yang Ling stared outside and asked.

Lao Wangtou nodded: "The second platoon commander sent someone to say that a group of refugees wanted to enter the town to rest, but they stopped them, and asked you what to do?"

"Refugees?" Yang Ling frowned, in the afternoon they cleaned up the surrounding area, everyone escaped, there were still refugees there.

"Did the refugees say they were coming there?"

"They said they came from the city and were going to Nanjing."

Yang Ling thought for a moment and then grabbed the 38 rifle leaning against the wall and said, "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

The night was dark, and as soon as he walked out of the house, a cold wind hit Yang Ling and made Yang Ling shiver, stretched out his hand to tighten the thin old military uniform, and followed the old king's head straight to the second row.

The two men walked like ghosts on the bleak and dilapidated streets, their shoes rattling on the broken rubble.

"What people!" As we approached the east side of the street, a cold cry was heard from the darkness ahead, and several sentries with guns emerged from the houses on either side.

"I'm Yang Ling."

Seeing clearly that it was Yang Ling and them, the sentry with the gun disappeared into the darkness again, and Yang Ling was very relieved that they could maintain such a high vigilance.

These are veterans who crawl out of the pile of dead, and the only good thing is that they have a lot of combat experience, and they don't let their guard down at night like those new recruits.

The second platoon is responsible for guarding the east side of the street, and the second platoon leader is an old and calm man, in addition to putting a few sentries in the house near the street, and also putting a few secret posts outside the town, and this group of refugees was discovered in advance by the secret sentry outside the town.

The people in the second platoon were all shouted by the commander of the second platoon at this moment, and they were holding their guns and hiding, and the muzzles of their guns were aimed at the thirty-odd refugees standing at the corner of the street carrying large bags and small bags.

"Boss, we won't go into town to disturb you, we'll spend the night outside." Some of the refugees may have been impatient enough to turn around and leave as soon as they greeted the second platoon leader standing at the corner of the street.

"What's the hurry, we've already asked the chief for instructions, you wait." The second platoon commander looked at the dark street and muttered in his heart, why hasn't the company commander given a message yet.

Facing the retention of the second platoon leader, the refugee who spoke waved his hand: "No, no, we still won't bother the bosses."

"Let's go over there and rest." As he spoke, he beckoned the refugees to walk towards the side of the town.

"What's going on?" Yang Ling also got the news at this moment and rushed over, saw those refugees who were leaving, and asked about the second platoon commander.

The second platoon commander replied helplessly: "They won't enter the town anymore, they have to deal with it outside for a night."

Seeing those refugees carrying large bags and small bags, Yang Ling shook his head and ordered: "You go over and call them back and let them go into the town for the night."

The cold and damp Jiangnan region is already cold at night, and they are close to the Suzhou Creek, so the humidity is heavy, and if they sleep outside for the night, they will have to get sick.

After receiving the order, the second platoon commander led people to chase the refugees back and let them spend the night in the town.

The number of refugees is not large, only more than 30 people, there are men and women who are dirty and carrying large and small packages, and they are very grateful to Yang Ling when they heard that Yang Ling let them spend the night in the town.

"Thank you, boss, the boss is always a good person......" The refugees expressed their gratitude to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling waved his hand and instructed the old king behind him: "Old king, you take them to the courtyards that haven't been blown up yet to make up for a night, they are all our people, and give them a little bit of our leftover food."

"Big guy go ahead, there are a few yards over there that can live in people." The old king was also happy to help these refugees and greeted them warmly.

Yang Ling They are soldiers, and the duty of a soldier is to protect their families and defend the country, but now that the devils have come over, they are losing and retreating, and these ordinary people have to flee with their families, Yang Ling has a deep guilt in his heart.

Yang Ling was also completely sleepy after such a toss in the middle of the night, and went to a platoon to check the sentry post with a gun, and after everything was fine, he turned around and prepared to go back to sleep.

But when he looked up, the old king rushed over.

"Company commander, a few of the refugees don't feel right." Lao Wangtou's face was a little dignified, although he had not been the platoon commander for long, his eyesight was not bad.

"What's wrong?" Yang Ling was also distracted and immediately asked.

"There were a couple of people who didn't look like refugees, and when they entered the town, their eyes rolled around, and they didn't look like nice people."

"Could you be mistaken?"

The old king shook his head, Yang Ling's face suddenly became solemn, and he only looked at it when he was pitch black, and saw that there were men and women among the refugees who dragged their families and brought their families to the mouth, which should not be like spies, but since the old Wang Tou said it, it had to be investigated.

Yang Ling was silent for a moment before speaking: "In this way, you ask a few brothers to go and have a look in the name of delivering food, and after making sure that it is correct, we will directly arrest and interrogate people, and if there is no problem, we will let it go."

The so-called extraordinary times used extraordinary means, but now that the fighting is fierce at the front, and the enemy situation is complicated, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no spies to sneak into the refugees to find out the military situation.