After Yang Ling paid homage to the sacrificed brothers, he picked up the steel helmet and fastened it on his head, stood up to dispel the grief in his heart, and regained his spirit. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because Yang Ling knew very well in his heart that this war was not over yet, and this nation was still suffering under the iron hooves of devils.

As a soldier, although his strength is humble and weak, he can't change anything, but he must also fight bravely, pay tribute to the sacrificed brothers and people with the blood of devils, and tell these invaders that they will pay the price of blood for their evil deeds!

From the mountains and seas where the war spreads, to the bloody Nanjing, he has been trying to prevent the tragedy from happening, but he is humble and light-hearted, most of the time he has a weak heart, and watching the tragedy happen makes him extremely painful.

And now he has figured it out, since he can't stop the humiliation, then pick up the sword and gun and fight bravely, do what a soldier should do, kill the enemy, and return my rivers and mountains!

Yang Ling's steps became more firm than ever, and his cold face was also full of murderous aura, he wanted to use his actual actions to tell the little devil what a Chinese soldier was.

"Regimental deputy."

"Deputy Head ......"

The brothers of the third battalion were scarred and covered in blood, many of them were covered in blood-stained bandages, and the death of more than 200 brothers grieved them, and a low and oppressive atmosphere permeated the camp.

The living brothers sat on the ground in a group of three and a group of five, and when they saw Yang Ling coming, they saluted Yang Ling weakly.

They fought a lot of bloody battles and vicious battles, but this time they lost half of the battalion, and even the deputy battalion commander, who had always had a high prestige, was sacrificed, and the heavy casualties made the brothers become mentally exhausted.

Several company commanders were also wearing colors, and they were listless with their heads hanging down and leaning on the trunk of the tree, and they didn't have the heart to gather those brothers who were not in good spirits at this moment.

Yang Ling walked under a big tree with sonorous steps, and several company commanders saw Yang Ling coming over, and they all hurriedly stood up and raised their hands to salute.

They saw Yang Ling go to the cemetery with a low and sad face, and thought that Yang Ling would be devastated because of the loss of an old smoking gun, at least he would not be able to slow down for a while.

But they didn't expect Yang Ling to control their grief so quickly and cheer up again, which made them feel a little ashamed.

Yang Ling looked at several company commanders who subconsciously closed their feet and stood up and saluted, turned his head and shouted in the distance: "Soldier!" ”

"Yes!"

A bugler with a horn on his waist was stunned for a few seconds before he got up from the ground and ran quickly to Yang Ling.

"Trumpet gathering!"

The bugleman saw Yang Ling's ears with a serious expression, which didn't seem to be a joke.

"Yes!"

The trumpeter hurriedly took off the horn that was stained with mud and dust on his waist, wiped it, raised his head with his chest, puffed out his cheeks and blew.

The majestic and stirring call of the assembly echoed through the mountains, piercing through the fierce gunfire battlefield in the distance, through the smoke of gunpowder, and reaching the depths of the soul of every brother.

Hearing this familiar horn, several company commanders were also shocked, and after glancing at each other, their eyes were rejuvenated with vitality and brilliance.

Whether it is those brothers who are tired and tired of blood, or those who are sad and sobbing with their heads drooping, when they hear this majestic and desolate melody, they all grab their guns and subconsciously stand up.

"Assemble in a row!" As if fresh blood had been re-injected into the company's body, the company commander swept away the decadence on his face, and roared in a hoarse voice.

"Assemble in two!"

"Triple Gathering!"

"Heavy machine gun platoon assembled!"

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The officers of the various companies and platoons shouted one after another, and the shouts of orders one after another dispelled the decadent and gloomy atmosphere that permeated the camp sky.

These brothers who had died from the battlefield gathered in the clearing, their bodies covered in the smell of gunpowder, the mud and dust on their faces, and the blood stains that had solidified into a dark black, made them look embarrassed, but they all held their heads high.

All eyes stayed on Yang Ling's body and no longer moved away, they believed in this tall commander, believed that he could lead them to win the battle all the time, even if there were heavy casualties, it would make the little devil's blood flow.

Yang Ling's face was as serious as hard steel, but looking at these brothers who swore to follow him, he felt trust, respect, and determination and courage to fight to the death.

"Count the number of people in each company!" Yang Ling retracted his gaze and ordered loudly.

The commander of the first company, Shunzi, took a step forward with his head held high, stood facing Yang Ling, raised his hand to salute the ground, and saluted.

"The commander of a company should be one hundred and sixty people, but it is fifty-five!"

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"The second company should have reached one hundred and fifty-three, but it has reached seventy!"

"Three companies should be one hundred and sixty-three, but there are sixty-two!"

"The heavy machine gun platoon should have reached fifty people, but it has reached fifteen!"

"The battalion guard platoon should be forty-two, but it is actually thirty!"

After the officers of each company and platoon had finished their reports, they returned to the queue and stood still.

Yang Ling looked at an infantry battalion that was strong before the war, after a battle, it has shrunk by half now, and it is not a taste of mixed barbarism in his heart.

There were a lot of new faces in the ranks, and they were all surviving recruits, and there were a lot fewer familiar faces, and they were either sacrificed or sent down with serious injuries.

In the past, when Yang Ling was not there, the deputy battalion commander Lao Smoking Gun silently assisted in managing the affairs of the battalion, but now that the old smoking gun has died, Yang Ling looked at the empty position, and felt a sense of loss in his heart.

"Take a break!" Yang Ling coughed and moistened his throat.

The brothers also stood solemnly as they watched the long-silent commander, the mountain wind made a loud noise through the woods, the sound of gunfire in the distance was clearly audible, and the brothers' troops were still fighting bloodily.

"Brethren!" Yang Ling raised his voice abruptly, attracting the attention of all the brothers.

He pointed to the direction of the main position of Minshan with thick smoke billowing and gunfire in the distance: "The war is not over yet!" The vicious little devils are still burning, killing and looting on the land of our Chinese! Can we be soft? ”

"Can't!" Yang Ling almost roared and shouted, and the brothers were also shocked.

"Our deputy battalion commander has died! Hundreds of brothers lay down! The little devil thinks this will bring us down? That's a fool's dream! The little devil made the wrong calculation! They don't think about it! ”

"Who are we! We are the invincible 74th Army! That's the 74th Army that makes the little devils terrified when they hear it! Yang Ling paused, waved his arms and shouted, "Brothers! Pull yourself together! For the sake of the country and the nation! For the sake of the brothers! Even if we fight to the last man! The last bullet! We will not give in, and fight to the end!! ”

The brothers, who had been disheartened by the heavy casualties, were now boiling again.

"Fight to the end!"

"Fight to the end!"

The brothers shouted with their real arms, and the withdrawn troops from the surrounding mountains also stopped and shouted, and the shouts of the mountains and tsunamis pierced the smoke of the battlefield, making the little devil's heart shake.

"What are you shouting about?" In the command post of the main position of Minshan, the devil general Maruyama Masao listened attentively to the shouts coming from the sound of gunfire and raised his head to ask.

A devil Shaozuo with a somewhat ugly face replied in a low voice: "Your Excellency, the people of China want to resist to the end." ”