A group of people rushed over in the reeds, Yang Ling's reaction was the fastest, and the bullet had already advanced into the chamber with a bang, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the direction of the comer. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the rest of the remnants saw Yang Ling's movements, they also hurriedly lay down, pulled the bolt, and pointed in the direction of the comer to prevent accidents.

Company commander Xiong Dawu was tall and burly, holding a shell gun in his hand, which is commonly known as a box gun, his hands pushed away the reeds in front of him, and his forward body suddenly stopped, and in front of him, many black holes were aimed at him in unison.

"Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, it's your own people." Xiong Dawu saw Yang Ling and them in gray military uniforms, and hurriedly opened his mouth to prevent them from shooting himself as a live target.

The soldiers behind Xiong Dawu also squeezed out the reeds at this moment, and when they saw many people in the field of vision pointing guns at them, they were also shocked, and subconsciously raised their guns and pulled the bolt, and suddenly made an uproar.

"Put it down, put it down, you're blind, don't you see that it's your own people."

Xiong Dawu turned his head and scolded the soldiers behind him, but in his heart he scolded them for being a bloody dog, and his reaction was too slow, if the other side was a real devil now, they didn't know how many times they had died now, it seemed that they had to practice these bastards when they went back.

After Yang Ling confirmed that the person who came was not a devil, he lowered the muzzle of the gun, and the remnants of the soldiers were all relieved.

"Blind bear, why are you here?" The old smoking gun saw Xiong Dawu's burly body, put away his gun, and greeted him with a smile.

Xiong Dawu heard the familiar voice, turned his head and looked, this is not his sworn enemy old smoking gun, damn, I thought that this old boy was reimbursed, but I didn't expect that he was still alive and well.

"Damn it, old smoking gun, you almost scared me to death." Xiong Dawu stepped forward and punched the old cigarette gun in the chest: "Lao Tzu thought you were reimbursed." ”

Lao Yanbang and Xiong Dawu were originally subordinate to the 61st Division, but after guarding Wusongkou, the troops were scattered, once both of them were company commanders, there was competition between each other, and they often blew their beards and stared, but now they see that the other party is still alive, and there is a feeling of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land.

"Bah, you just reimbursed it, Lao Tzu belongs to a cat, nine lives, and the king of Hades doesn't dare to accept it."

"You just talk nonsense, if you have nine lives, Lao Tzu will still have ten." Xiong Dawu knows the old smoking gun, and naturally knows what virtues the old smoking gun has, just a veteran ruffian.

"Old smoking gun, what's going on with the gun here just now?" Xiong Dawu looked around and asked the old smoking gun.

The old smoker replied triumphantly: "It's a small thing, we just killed a little devil who infiltrated it." ”

"Old smoking gun, if you don't brag, you'll die, just a few broken guns, let alone kill the devil, the devil will kill you."

Xiong Dawu didn't believe that the old smoking gun could kill the devil, but he knew the strength of the little devil, and one of their divisions was defeated by a brigade of devils, and it was a shame to talk about it.

"Blind bear, have you seen it, the brand-new 38 big cover was just captured from the little devil." The old smoking gun proudly lit up the 38 big cover rifle in his hand.

Seeing that Xiong Dawu's face was full of suspicion, he pointed to the reeds behind him: "The corpse of the little devil is there, if you don't believe it, you can go and take a look." ”

"Lao Tzu really doesn't believe you......" Xiong Dawu stepped forward, his hands brushed aside the dense reeds, and more than a dozen corpses of devils were neatly placed in front of him.

Xiong Dawu walked around the corpse of the devil and checked it, and finally determined that this was the real devil.

Looking at the old smoking gun that looked at him with a smug face, Xiong Dawu couldn't figure it out at the moment, how could he beat so many devils with a few broken guns, but he was embarrassed to ask for the sake of face.

Although Shi Bei was impressed for three days, Xiong Dawu would never believe that the old smoking gun could become so powerful, since it was not the old smoking gun, it must be the remnants of the soldiers who followed him, but after looking at it over and over for a long time, he didn't look like a powerful person.

In the end, Xiong Dawu's eyes fell on Yang Ling's body, because compared to the tattered and dirty remnants, Yang Ling's military uniform was neat, although it was an inferior military uniform, but it was worn on Yang Ling's body with a sense of uprightness.

"I said bear blind, how is our division?" The old smoking gun came to Xiong Dawu's side and asked.

Hearing the old smoking gun's question, Xiong Dawu's face flashed a trace of gloom: "Our division commander has been withdrawn due to the disadvantage of commanding the operation, and the number is still there, but now we are merging and reorganizing with the 20th Independent Brigade, and now we are ready to return to the battlefield." ”

Hearing such a result, the old smoking gun was also embarrassed, not that they were unfavorable in combat, but that the little devil was too powerful, and half of the people were lost after a bombardment, how could they fight.

"And where are you going now?"

Xiong Dawu pointed to Fuzaobang in the distance: "The devil has already pounced on this side, and our division was ordered to establish a position in front with the 81st Division to block the devil on the other side of the river." ”

Yang Ling originally wanted to take the old smoking gun and his group of remnants to the rear with the 18th Division, and take them alive to leave this doomed war.

But sometimes fate is so tricky, they asked around to find the 61st Division and wanted to return to the team, but they couldn't find it, and now they have given up the idea of returning, and they happened to meet the 61st Division, so they had to return to the team and set foot on the battlefield again.

The remnants of the soldiers were once again worried about their fate, not knowing if they still had good luck to live, Yang Ling did not speak silently along the way, he knew that this was fate, and he still couldn't escape from this strange circle.

Under the leadership of Xiong Dawu, the remnants of the old smoking gun, who had been wandering outside for some days, finally returned to the arms of the 61st Division, but the wrinkled face of the old smoking gun was even more worried.

When he learned that Sixty-One was going to fight the devil again, he had already thrown away the idea of returning to the team, and only wanted to escape far away and save his life.

But although the idea is good, his old opponent Xiong Dawu knows a lot about the old smoking gun, and the old smoking gun knows whether he is peeing or farting as soon as he pouts his buttocks, so he didn't give the old smoking gun a chance to be a deserter at all, so he rejoined the team with a coercion.

After the 61st Division was merged and reorganized with the 20th Independent Brigade, it was subordinate to two brigades, and the old smoking guns were dispersed before the reorganization, so after they came back, they were directly incorporated into the 3rd Battalion of the 361st Regiment of the 183rd Brigade like Xiong Dawu.

The old smoking gun became a supplementary company of the third battalion, the old smoking gun continued to serve as the company commander, and Yang Ling was recommended to become the company lieutenant, but the people are still those people, and they add up to just enough for a platoon.