In the thick night, the student soldiers who couldn't sleep gathered around Yang Ling and listened to him tell the tragic and tragic stories on the battlefield. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Ling spoke carefully, as if he wanted to tell the bravery and tenacity of every sacrificed comrade-in-arms, and the students also listened carefully, as if the noisy picture of the war was in front of them, so real, and Ning was moved.

Especially when they heard those scarred veterans rushing towards the devil tank tank with explosive bags one after another, their blood boiled all over their bodies, and they couldn't wait to join in the vigorous battle.

In Yang Ling's calm narration, the students' original inner tension and fear disappeared without a trace, leaving only the touching of those sacrificed veterans and the hatred of the enemy.

Yang Ling saw that the student soldiers had eliminated their fear of the enemy, patted their butts and stood up with the dirt on them: "Okay, that's all for today, everyone hurry up and go to sleep, tomorrow the devil is coming, everyone must be brave enough to kill the enemy."

"Rest assured, Chief Yang, we are not a bad breed!" The students also shouted in response.

Yang Ling returned to the temporary battalion command post behind the position, and saw Liu Yidao sitting there with a sad face and smoking a cigarette.

"The student soldiers are nervous and can't sleep, you are also a veteran, what's the matter?" Yang Ling found a place to sit down, unscrewed the kettle and asked Liu Yidao while drinking water.

"Battalion commander, do you think we can win this battle?" Liu Yidao extinguished the cigarette butt and raised his head to ask.

Liu Yidao's question made Yang Ling stagnate, and then said with a smile: "Why did such a question suddenly pop up, what are you thinking about all day long."

"During the day, I heard that those chiefs have prepared ferries over there in Xiaguan, ready to run at any time, with the urine nature of the chiefs, I think this is true nine times out of ten, we are afraid that we will become cannon fodder again, this is really panicked."

Yang Ling sighed: "Nanjing is the national capital, and the general guard has to be guarded for a while, we don't bother to guess what the commander thinks, but we have to do our duty as soldiers and eat food, whether it is fighting or withdrawing, just ask for a clear conscience."

Seeing that Liu Yidao was silent and did not speak, Yang Ling continued: "I have already asked Company Commander Zhou and them to collect the ferry, even if this Nanjing cannot be held by then, I will take our brothers out alive."

Yang Ling's relief made Liu Yidao's brows stretch, what did he want to do so much, he would not suffer a loss if he followed Yang Ling.

"Battalion commander, there is a situation!"

While the two were talking, the guard post sent out rushed into the battalion headquarters from the darkness.

Yang Ling's expression tightened: "What's the situation?"

The guard replied, "There are a lot of people coming towards us!" It was too dark to see clearly, and I didn't know if it was a devil or a friendly army. ”

"Do you want to call the brethren up and prepare for battle!" Liu Yidao also stood up.

Yang Ling thought for a moment and then instructed Liu Yidao: "Don't alarm the brothers first, go and see the situation first." As he spoke, he had already grabbed the barge gun and walked out of the battalion command post.

When Yang Ling arrived at the forward position, he saw a large number of people holding torches along the road and rushing towards this side.

"Looks like one of our people." Liu Yidao withdrew his gaze.

Yang Ling instructed the guards Huzi and said, "Huzi, shout to them and ask them about that part-"

Huzi poked his head out of cover and shouted at the top of his voice, and the other side quickly replied that it was the retreating troops of the 51st Division.

Liu Yidao breathed a sigh of relief: "Since they are the brothers of the 51st Division, let them go."

Yang Ling shook his head and refused: "Why don't you know if it's a little devil pretending, we don't suffer less."

"What then?" Liu Yidao made a difficulty.

"Let their chief come over, let's check first."

The defense line of the troops of the 51st Division was stabbed by the devils, and now the devils are chasing after them, and now they are blocked again, and the defeated soldiers are crowded on the road and are as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Soon an officer arrived at their position in Yangling under the protection of the guards, and as soon as the two sides met, they found out that they were old acquaintances.

"Brother Yang, I didn't expect us to meet again." Zhang Lingfu, the commander of the 305th Regiment, had his arms hanging from his neck with bandages, covered in blood, and looked quite embarrassed.

Yang Ling didn't expect it to be Zhang Lingfu, the head of the 305th regiment, so he hurriedly saluted and asked, "It doesn't matter if the head of the regiment is injured, right?"

"It's okay, it's just a bullet." Zhang Lingfu said that it was an understatement, but everyone knows that the pain of being shot is not so pleasant.

"Brother Yang, the devil is too fierce, we really can't stop it, now we are ordered to retreat, and please let go of the way and let the brothers pass."

Yang Ling said apologetically: "Blocking the way is also a last resort, I am worried about the infiltration of devils, since it is Commander Zhang's troops, it will naturally pass."

Yang Ling immediately ordered the brothers to put away their guns and let Zhang Lingfu's troops retreat.

"The devil has already come over with a bite on his ass, Brother Yang, you have to be more careful." Zhang Lingfu didn't stay longer, and when he left, he kindly instructed Yang Ling to them.

Yang Ling also thanked him, and during the day, he saw that Zhang Lingfu's team was still in high morale, and they were also fighting on a par with the devil's white-knuckle battle.

And now these retreating troops are languishing and depressed, how can they be described as miserable, and their mood is a little heavier, and it seems that a vicious battle is inevitable.

The troops led by Zhang Lingfu retreated, Yang Ling was worried that the devil would bite him, and he was highly vigilant, and the number of guard posts and patrol posts doubled, and the whole second half of the night was spent in fear, but for some reason, there was no trace of the devil soldiers.

In fact, Yang Ling didn't know that the Devil Forward Troops had been advancing day after day, and had fought with the 51st Division for so long, and many squadrons had almost run out, although they had defeated the 51st Division, but at the moment they were also powerless, and they lost the ability to continue the offensive and expand the results of the battle.

When it was almost dawn, Yang Ling was wrapped in a broken military blanket and squinted for a while, but he was soon woken up by the roar of the engines of the devil plane, and when he looked up, the dense devil planes were sweeping in the direction of Nanjing.

Liu Yidao didn't sleep well all night, and cursed loudly with red and swollen eyes, but cursing was useless, the devil plane was already arrogant, and soon heard a violent explosion from the direction of Nanjing.

Yang Ling lay on the edge of the hard bunker, holding the captured Cao Changjing to observe the enemy's situation, but Cao Changjing was full of smoke and couldn't see anything clearly.

The sky was still dark, I don't know if it was dark clouds or gunsmoke, and the gunpowder smoke shrouded in the ground also lasted for a long time, making Yang Ling a little crazy, and his vision was blocked, who knew that the armored legion of the devils behind the smoke had been assembled, maybe a large number of devils were touching it.

Yang Ling didn't like to fight uncertain battles, so he reluctantly put down Cao Changjing, and prepared to send someone to the smoke to see what the devil was doing.

In the trench about a mile away from Yang Ling's position, this was originally the position of the Chinese defenders, and at this moment it was already densely packed with devils wearing steel helmets.

One of the devils looked at his watch and waved at the officer behind him, who understood and waved his hand at the forward trenches.

With the wave of the big hand, the devils in the entire trench moved, and the gloomy devil soldiers were like a tumbling wave, and the trenches that spread out, under the cover of morning fog and gunsmoke, went towards Yang Ling and them all over the mountains.