The death squad added up to a total of fifteen people, and Yang Ling was the first to take the initiative to sign up, so he was appointed as the captain of the death squad by the regiment commander Li Zhong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Their mission is to get as close to the devil's line as possible, and when the attack is launched, tear open a gap and open a way for the follow-up troops to attack.

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the sky had completely darkened, and the troops responsible for retaking the position had already secretly moved into a depression on the west side of the position.

"Deputy Company Commander Yang, so this assault is successful, regain the position, and I will promote you to battalion commander." Before leaving, in order to boost morale, the head of the regiment, Li Zhong, deliberately called Yang Ling and more than ten people from the death squad to the side and promised Yang Ling.

Yang Ling was stunned, he didn't expect the regiment commander to be so generous as soon as he made a move, and he actually promoted him to be the battalion commander in the firing line.

The old smoking gun pushed the stunned Yang Ling enviously and hurriedly reminded: "Brother Yang, don't hurry up and thank you for the group."

"Thank you for the cultivation of the group." Yang Ling reacted and hurriedly thanked the regiment commander Li Zhong, although this had to come back alive to be cashed, but after all, he was also promoted, and he was still very happy in his heart.

Now two of the three battalion commanders of the entire regiment have died, and one has been seriously wounded and sent to the rear, because the officers have suffered heavy casualties, and many have been promoted in the line of fire, but there are not many battalion commanders who have been directly promoted from the deputy company commander.

"Hey, Camp Commander Yang, you've been promoted, you have to be invited to dinner." Luo Dayong came over with a smile and was happy for Yang Ling, regardless of whether this battalion commander could cash in by then, this meal would not be able to run away.

"What are you happy about, whether you can live or not is still a matter of two words." The leader of the company, Xiong Dawu, hugged his arms, looked at the happy people, and poured a basin of cold water on his head.

"I think you're jealous, you're red-eyed." The old smoker was suddenly unhappy and retorted.

"What is Lao Tzu jealous of? Lao Tzu is telling the truth. ”

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again, the head of the regiment, Li Zhong, coughed and interrupted them, but the two still blew their beards and stared.

"You are the same, if you recapture the position, you will be promoted to one level!"

"Thank you, thank you." When the old smoker heard this, his heart suddenly blossomed, and his face became a little flushed with excitement.

In the end, the old smoking gun slapped his chest with a bang: "Don't worry, we will fight bravely to kill the enemy this time!"

Seeing that the consciousness of the old smoker who had always believed in the first place in life had improved so quickly, Xiong Dawu hugged his arms and watched coldly, without commenting, excited a bird, let's talk about it if he can survive.

Li Mazi has been a soldier for a few years and is still a soldier, after hearing this promise, he was a little incoherent, looked at the direction of his hometown and knelt down and kowtowed: "My mother, thank you for the blessing of your ancestors and ancestors, I am going to be an official, I am going to be an official......"

"Look at you." Luo Dayong kicked Li Mazi, his eyes full of disdain.

Luo Dayong was originally a platoon commander, but he was not interested in promotion, anyway, on this battlefield, whether it was a platoon commander or a company commander, it was the life of cannon fodder, and he might be killed by a bullet that suddenly flew out one day.

The pre-battle promotion promise of the regiment commander Li Zhong dispelled a lot of gloom in the hearts of the more than ten members of the death squad who were about to die, and gave them a good fortune.

"Let's go." Li Zhong patted Yang Ling's shoulder and ordered.

Bidding farewell to the regiment commander Li Zhong, Yang Ling took fourteen daredevils to sneak towards the devil's defense line.

Walking forward for a distance of less than a hundred meters, the old smoking gun looked back, and the other people in the group could no longer be seen in the dark, and it was also black and rumbling forward, and the excitement that was originally promised to be promoted gradually cooled down, and he suddenly regretted saying a big thing.

The more the old smoker thought about it, the more he felt panicked, for a promise that he didn't know if he could fulfill, but he had to risk his life to tear the devil's defense, in case he died, wouldn't everything be in vain?

"What's wrong, do you regret it?" Seeing that the old smoking gun's pace was getting slower and slower, Xiong Dawu sneered.

"Lao Tzu is not afraid of death." The old smoking gun answered the question, but it had already exposed his heart, and he was actually afraid of death.

"Hehe, I don't know who patted his chest and shouted to the head of the regiment that Lao Tzu must fight bravely to kill the enemy." Xiong Dawu teased.

"Go and go, isn't it just a little devil, Lao Tzu has never been afraid of ......"

The more I thought about the old smoking gun, the more I felt unsteady, so I walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Yang Ling, who was walking in the front, pulled the corner of Yang Ling's clothes, and asked in a low voice: "I said Brother Yang, are you really sure to tear through the devil's defense?"

Yang Ling stopped and asked, "When did I say that I was sure to tear through the devil's defense?"

The old smoking gun paused: "Fang Cai Tuanzuo said to recruit the death squad, weren't you the first to raise your hand and stand up?"

"Yes, that's right, but I didn't say I was sure to tear through the devil's defense."

"Since you were the first to stand up, you weren't sure what you were doing when you stood up?" The old smoker suddenly became a little anxious.

The old smoker looked at Yang Ling, who had a serious face, and slapped his thigh: "It's over, it's over, we thought you were sure, and the feelings followed you to death."

No, no, you can't just send him to death for nothing, the old smoking gun began to look around, ready to start running away, it is better to be a deserter than to die in vain, and his good impression of Yang Ling has plummeted.

Luo Dayong was also full of melancholy, and there was even a cry in his voice: "Lian Deputy, don't scare me, you're really not sure?"

The old smoker suddenly became angry when he saw Luo Dayong, and he instigated himself to say that he followed Yang Ling to promise that it was right, so he came stupidly, but his feelings were to send him to death.

"Alright, alright." Looking at the anxious crowd, Yang Ling's face became serious and interrupted their shouting.

"I'm not 100 percent sure when I say I'm not sure, but 80 percent is still there."

As soon as Yang Ling's words came out, several people who were shouting and running away hurriedly closed their mouths and waited for Yang Ling's next words.

"We have two machine guns and dozens of grenades, as long as you listen to my command, I have 80% certainty to tear through the devil's defense." Yang Ling added.

"You're not going to scold us again, are you?" The old smoking gun will be suspicious, Yang Lingke scared him a lot just now.

Yang Ling glanced at the old smoking gun, didn't say anything, and beckoned to Luo Ziqiang: "Brother Luo, you pick a few brothers with good marksmanship, and they will fall behind, as long as the devil machine gun comes up, knock it out for me."

Luo Ziqiang has a cold temperament, he has never liked to talk, and he basically has no sense of existence in the supplementary company, but his marksmanship is second only to Yang Ling, and he nodded after hearing Yang Ling's command to show that he understands.

Yang Ling turned his head to the old smoking gun and the others and ordered, "You gather all the grenades and take them with you, and you will follow me later."

In the end, Yang Ling set his eyes on Luo Dayong, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You pick three more people, and I will hand over the two machine guns to you for command, your task is not to assault, but to cover us, understand?"

The reason why Yang Ling put the machine gunner in the back and didn't let them participate in the assault was mainly to leave a back road, in case he missed it, he could still retreat.