Heavy rain poured down, and the cold and damp area of Yunzaobang was shrouded in a haze of smoke and rain, and the wet ground had become muddy due to the back and forth stampede. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old cigarette gun was soaked, the gray uniform had turned dark, and the water beads dripped down the lower edge of the corner of the coat on the mud-covered legs, and the muddy water poured into the shoes along the trouser legs, wet.

His clumsy body ran through the pouring rain, his feet trampling in the muddy puddle, the muddy water splashing, and he quickly rushed into a house with only three bare walls left.

The house is a typical Jiangnan Hui style building, the white walls and gray tiles precipitate the breath of history, but by the back and forth bombing of the devil's plane, the roof broke a big hole, the rain continued to pour down, one wall collapsed in half, and the bare three white walls were also scorched black by gunsmoke.

Near the corner of the wall, there was no rain, a fire was burning, and the lunch box seized from the devil was hanging on the fire, and the inside of the lunch box was steaming and bubbling, and the air was filled with the fragrance of millet porridge.

Yang Ling and the few people who survived were sitting around the fire, staring at their lunch boxes, waiting for the millet porridge to cook and fill their hungry stomachs.

"Damn, it's raining as soon as it says, and I'm soaking wet." The old cigarette gun rushed out of the rain to this dry place, and he took off his wet dripping hat and cursed.

"Yo, boiled millet porridge." The old cigarette gun wrung out the water stains from the wet hat, spread it out again and put it on his head, turned around to see the steaming millet porridge, and suddenly an old face became smiling.

The old smoking gun found a gap to make it himself, and while twisting his wet clothes, he asked with a smile, "What did you get from millet porridge?"

"The fat man brought it back from someone's rice bowl." Luo Dayong pointed to the fat man Tian San who was lying on the ground and replied.

Although the fat man has a wound on his buttocks, he never forgets to look for food wherever he goes, and he always does not return empty-handed.

Yang Ling's luck is good, this family may have been in too much of a hurry when they fled, the millet in the rice jar was not exhausted, and there were still some remnants at the bottom, which made them cheaper.

Drinking a hot meal of millet porridge in this rainy weather is a pleasure for the soldiers on the battlefield, and the old smoking gun can't wait to reach out to grab the lunch box, but it is very hot, and his hand is retracted.

The rice porridge was gurgling, and the remnants of the soldiers around the fire were swallowing their saliva, and it was clear that on this battlefield, the millet porridge was more delicious than any delicacies from the mountains and seas, and it was much better than gnawing on hard multigrain cakes.

"What does the regiment say?" Yang Ling raised his head and asked the old smoking gun while stirring the lunch box with a cleaned wooden stick to prevent the rice porridge from sticking to the pot.

Hearing Yang Ling speak, the drooling remnants all shifted their eyes to the old smoking gun in unison, waiting for his answer.

The old smoker's joy at looking at the rice porridge disappeared without a trace when he was questioned, and an old face drooped: "The regiment commander said that after nightfall, the whole regiment will counterattack and must recapture the position."

Hearing the words of the old smoking gun, several people fell silent, their faces became a little solemn, they knew what the counterattack meant, and the atmosphere in the air became a little solemn.

"People die and birds face the sky, they don't die for thousands of years, counterattack and counterattack, fear of a bird, anyway, Lao Tzu has killed enough devils, and he will earn money if he dies." Luo Dayong was the first to speak after being silent, and he had the pride of a strong man who would never return.

Their 361st Regiment's position fell in the morning, and the devils filled up a large battalion of troops in order to conquer their position.

In the face of the bombing of devil planes, grenadiers, mortars, and light and heavy machine guns, the 361st Regiment, which had already suffered heavy losses, fought desperately, but could not stop the surprise attack of the devil infantry at all, and finally retreated because of heavy losses.

After the devils conquered the position, they were supposed to continue to advance, but a sudden heavy rain delayed the devils' attack, and also left time for the officers and soldiers of the 361st Regiment who had retreated.

The arrival of the heavy rain made the devil's plane lie down, the sky was finally clear, and the devil had just conquered the position and was also stepping up time to consolidate to prevent the Chinese army from counterattacking and driving them back to the north shore again, so the two sides fell into a brief truce.

Yang Ling looked at the pouring rain outside, his brows furrowed, although the rain delayed the movement speed of the little devil's artillery and affected their planes to take off, but their light and heavy machine guns, mortars, and grenadiers were still strong.

The 361st Regiment couldn't hold it under the attack of the devils, but now it had to counterattack, the difficulty was not ordinary, and he knew that it must be another bloody battle.

"It doesn't matter if he counterattacks or not, let's talk about it when we're full." The old smoking gun can also be seen, his life does not belong to him for a long time.

If Yang Ling hadn't taken them out of the occupied area, they would have been reimbursed a long time ago, and they wouldn't have escaped death anyway, so it was better to ride a donkey and read the record book, take one step at a time, and if they wanted to die, they would have to eat this meal and die again.

"Under the cover of heavy rain and nightfall, we may not be able to recapture our positions." Yang Ling spoke, which was a little comforting to a few people who were worried in their hearts.

"Come on, come on, eat enough to fight devils." Li Mazi was the most active, carefully taking off the lunch box on the fire and preparing to eat.

The millet porridge was steaming, filled with fragrance, which aroused the gluttony in the stomachs of the remnant soldiers, and the six people shared a lunch box of gruel, which was not much, but they all ate it with relish, because they knew that maybe this was their last meal, and it was still unknown whether they could see tomorrow at dawn.

The few people who survived were also veterans of bloody battles, and they didn't need to be instructed by anyone, and immediately after eating, they began to check their weapons and ammunition, and prepared for the night fight.

Their weapons have now all been replaced by the same 38 big cover rifles, and the original Hanyang-made rifles and Zhongzheng rifles have been abandoned because they have no bullets.

Ammunition has always been an important reason for restricting their combat effectiveness, and they also killed and injured a lot of little devils in the previous battles, and captured a lot, otherwise they could only fight with devils with burning sticks in the night battle.

The heavy rain stopped in the evening, and a rainbow hung in the sky, dazzling in this battlefield filled with gunpowder, but Yang Ling and the others did not have time to enjoy this beautiful scenery, and were trampling on the mud to gather.

The fat man Tian San's butt was cut by the devil's bayonet, and it was a problem to walk, so they left Tian San in that broken house, if they didn't recapture the devil's position tomorrow and didn't come back, let Tian San run for his life, there is no need to die here.

After a day and a night of fierce fighting, the entire 361st Regiment can now stand with less than 300 people holding guns, their tired bodies are now in the mud, and it seems that a gust of wind can blow them down, but Yang Ling knows that as long as the charge horn sounds, their thin bodies will burst out with great strength, and they will not rest until they die.