The heavy rain shrouded the distant mountains and forests, the black mountains were hidden in the night, and the sky was pitch black, shrouded in heavy dark clouds. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The downpour seemed to flood the mountain, and the next one was endless, so thick that the smell of blood was washed away by the rain, and replaced by the smell of mud.

The blackened brethren armed their guns and looked for shelter from the rain, and the tattered tents and the thick trees were crowded with people.

But they were still drenched in the heavy rain, and their blackened clothes soaked in the rain and blood, and became as dirty as their cheeks.

"Tamad, this rain is not at the right time...... one brother cursed in a low voice, looking at the night sky that looked like a hole in it.

The rain and blood flowed down the trenches, and the fluffy ground with shells became muddy, and from time to time there was a cold shot or two and the call of the sick and wounded, and then it was quiet again.

The deputy battalion commander lay on the wet trench wall, soaking wet, he held his breath and listened carefully to the movement of the devil's position, hoping to hear something from the sound of the rain.

But except for the sound of the rain, there was not the slightest movement in the devil's position, as if there were no living people in that night.

But the old smoker didn't dare to be careless, he had fought with the little devil for so long, he knew the urine nature of the little devil too well, his willpower was extremely tenacious, and he was also extremely cunning, taking advantage of the cover of the heavy rain at night to touch over and fight sneak attacks more than once or twice.

"Who!"

The old smoking gun suddenly heard the sound of wading through the muddy water behind him, quickly turned the muzzle of the gun, and shouted with a tense face.

"It's—"

Yang Ling came out of the darkness wet.

The old smoking gun recognized that it was Yang Ling, so he breathed a sigh of relief and put the gun away.

Yang Ling walked to the side of the old smoking gun, glanced at the direction of the dark devil's position, and asked in a low voice, "Is there a situation?"

The old smoker shook his head: "This little devil under the heavy rain is also upset, it looks like he won't come over tonight."

Yang Ling said: "The little devil can't come, let's go over."

When the old smoker heard Yang Ling say this, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Deputy of the regiment, you said we were going to attack the devils?"

Yang Ling nodded, turned around and walked into the shelter from the rain that was hidden behind the back of the trench and built a tattered tent with tree branches, and sat down on a stone.

"The brigade commander ordered our regiment to take down the golden dragon terrier on the left before dawn, and our battalion is the main attack." Yang Ling took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his arms and handed one to the old smoking gun.

Yang Ling used to be a non-smoker, because tobacco and alcohol were enough to kill people on a dangerous battlefield where things such as tobacco and alcohol were given to make people unconscious.

But later Yang Ling found that under the cruel war, only tobacco and alcohol could relieve the tense nerves, and he didn't know when he started, but he also learned it.

The old smoking gun also sat down, and he asked puzzledly: "Then Minshan is not attacked?"

"The devil's heavy troops are arranged in the main position of Minshan, and they can't be taken down for a while, and the brigade headquarters means to sweep away the devils on the surrounding hills first."

The old smoker nodded, although their camp did not go up during the day, but when they saw that the brothers who were carried down in batches were all broken, they also knew that Minshan was not so easy to take.

"The attack is expected to be at four o'clock in the morning, and you will go and pick a few clever brothers to form a commando team to take the lead first."

Although Yang Ling's words were said slowly, the old smoker knew in his heart that this was the selection of the death squad.

They are now blind to the situation on the Golden Dragon Terrier, and these brothers who are the first to pounce on it say that it sounds good to take the lead, and if it doesn't sound good, they will find the way to die, and if the attack does not go well, they will not be able to retreat.

"I personally lead the team, no matter how powerful the devil on the Golden Dragon Terrier is, we can only win this battle and not lose it." Yang Ling took a deep puff of cigarette and stared at the old smoking gun and said.

The reinforcements from Ruichang are already on their way to Minshan, and if their brigade can't gain a foothold, they will have to retreat to De'an at that time.

It is conceivable that the devil will definitely chase De'an like a mad dog, and once De'an falls, then the war on the entire Nanxun line will be dangerous.

When the old smoker heard that Yang Ling was going to lead the team in person, he was also slightly flustered, and then said: "Deputy of the regiment, you are already the deputy head of the regiment, the brothers in the regiment are counting on you to take them to fight devils, although my old bones are uneducated, but the war is not ambiguous, let me lead the team this time."

"Deputy Tuan, you know me, if you do what you say, you can definitely win the Golden Dragon Terrier."

Seeing that Yang Ling was still smoking silently and not speaking, the old smoking gun also softened his tone, and said in a low voice: "Deputy regiment, my old bones have fought for a lifetime, and I have been messing around, I will be the platoon commander when the platoon commander dies, and I will be the company commander when the company commander dies, but when is this a head......"

He paused, looked at the heavy rain outside, his eyes became clear, and said with a smile: "While I can still hold the gun now, rush a few times, I will also get two military merit medals to play, and it is not in vain that I have fought the battle of my whole life, Brother Yang, you have to fulfill me."

Yang Ling looked at the skinny old smoking gun, although the old smoking gun was laughing, his nose was a little sour.

These brothers are uneducated, illiterate in a few big characters, and do not understand those patriotic truths, but they have never complained in the face of fierce and hideous devils.

Looking at the old smoking gun full of eager eyes, Yang Ling knew that he didn't want to get military merit medals, he wanted to avenge those sacrificed brothers, and he was making a wish.

Yang Ling took a deep breath, nodded lightly, and said seriously: "I will ask the whole regiment to prepare short guns and bayonets for you, old company commander, take down the golden dragon terrier, and I will personally ask for credit for you."

"Alright, then I'll go and gather the brethren." The old cigarette gun grabbed the gun and stood up, greeted Yang Ling, and turned around and walked out of the shelter.

Yang Ling and the others fought two bloody battles with the devils during the day, and the brothers were exhausted, although now the rain was pouring down, soaked in the blood of the trenches, many people still couldn't help but fall asleep sleepily.

Looking at the brothers who were sleeping in the water, Yang Ling sighed slightly in his heart, although the equipment was simple and the conditions were difficult, their hearts to protect their families and defend the country were always hot.

In the second half of the night, the torrential rain turned into a drizzling rain, but the rain in the middle of the night made the ground slippery and muddy.

The sleeping brothers were gently woken up and began to assemble, and under the cover of night, Yang Ling and his regiment quietly touched towards the battle target, the Golden Dragon Terrier.

Thirty hand-picked brethren led by Old Smokelance, armed with short guns, bayonets and grenades, were at the forefront of the procession, and they would be the leading assault team.

In order to strengthen the firepower of the commando, the only five flower machine guns in the regiment were all given to the commando, in order to tear through the devil's defense line and break through with strong firepower.

Although the devils who defended against the Golden Dragon Terrier were only the size of a squadron, Yang Ling and the others still did not dare to underestimate them, but went all out.

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