The wet roads were muddy and the gray flow of people heading to the front line was endless, and they rushed to the front from all over the country, speaking different accents, and threw themselves into this doomed battle. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The wounded and retreating troops were full of despair, moving slowly, the mud covered with leggings, and some fell into the ditch by the side of the road and never got up again, becoming a cold corpse.

There were also wounded soldiers whose thighs were blown off and sat on the muddy ground and cried helplessly, begging the passing soldiers to retreat with them, but now everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, and no one was able to help others, and under the gray sky, the mountains and rivers turned gray.

The remnants of the soldiers carried the 38 big cover rifles captured from the devil's hands, and followed behind Yang Ling slowly, looking at the tragic scenes along the way, they were in a heavy mood, and cursed the little devil of the dog day in their mouths.

But swearing is always useless, the little devil should come or will come, and no one can escape from the damned, this is fate.

Yang Ling's mood was extremely heavy, he wanted to do something to save this defeat, but found that everything was in vain, in the face of the devil's heavy artillery, they couldn't even hold the position, and the remnants of the soldiers only had about thirty people left, so they could only retreat along the flow of people, and then retreat to the rear in despair.

Buzz –

The roar suddenly sounded in their ears, and all the people subconsciously stopped, looking up in the direction from which the sound came, more than a dozen planes with plaster flags were hideously exposing the clouds and swooping down towards the flow of people on the road.

"The devil's plane is coming!"

A shout came from the crowd, and the flow of people that crowded the road suddenly became chaotic like frightened rabbits, running aimlessly through the mud, screaming, trying to dodge the impending bombardment.

Yang Ling looked at the devil plane that swooped over, his pupils shrank, and he reached out to knock out the rifle that Luo Dayong raised to aim: "Don't waste bullets, quickly hide in the reeds on the side of the road." ”

The remnants of the soldiers followed Yang Ling in a panic, but the crowded flow of people on the road also ushered in the first wave of attacks from the devils, and the machine guns on the plane spewed out tongues of fire, and a series of bullets swept down the crowd on the road.

"Run in both directions! Don't stay on the road! Yang Ling stood on the edge of the reeds and shouted at the soldiers scurrying along the road, but to no avail, the sound was drowned out by the roaring motor.

The scorching bullets kicked up a series of blood mist in the running crowd, blood and shredded flesh spurted away, and screams and roars mixed with the roar of the motors were heard far away.

The trajectory of the machine gun stretched along the road, and the blood mist spread rapidly, and the soldiers covered in bullet holes threw themselves into the mud, blood staining the road red.

"Little devil! Come on! The angry soldiers raised their machine guns and roared back, and the machine guns spewed tongues of fire, only to be greeted by bombs dropped by the devils.

Bombs rumbled down the road, and the violent force of the chemical reaction tore everything around it to pieces, and the flesh and blood sprayed out along with the mud, turning the road into a living hell.

The soldiers held their rifles and crackled at the devil's plane, but they still couldn't stop the devil's plane's rage, and the huge difference in weapons between the two sides doomed this to be a one-sided massacre.

The devil plane roared over the road, then swooped and shot and bombed, until there was no living person standing on the road, and then it rose to altitude and flew away, leaving corpses everywhere.

The muddy roads were already riddled with craters, and the soldiers who had just been marching to the front line with great courage became the first wave of victims, mutilated bodies lying on the road and mud mixed together, wounded soldiers curled up on the ground and groaned in pain.

The surviving officers were angry and helpless, so they could only collect the bodies on the spot, report to their superiors, and wait for new orders.

In the thick reeds, the remnants of the soldiers were running hard, they had been bombed by the devil's plane, and they knew how powerful the devil's plane was, so they got into the reeds before the bombing began.

War will make people grow up quickly, especially after seeing too many lives and deaths, these remnants who have never been trained to avoid bombing have figured out a set of ways to save their lives, that is, the farther away from the devil's plane, the better, and the farther they run, the better.

Yang Ling was also running in the reeds, limping, running and touching the wound on his thigh, he felt some pain, he didn't want to see the scene of corpses everywhere, and after seeing it, he couldn't do anything to make him very painful.

Originally, he thought that he was the leader of the Falcon Squadron of the former Republic, and he had the knowledge of decades of experience, which was enough to turn the tide of the war and change the outcome of the war on such a battlefield.

But then Yang Ling found out that he was wrong, and he was very wrong, his personal strength was like a wave in the sea on such a vast battlefield, and it would be wiped out by overwhelming artillery fire before it could emerge.

There are at least forty or fifty devils who died under his hands along the way, but they are still defeated, this is not something that can be changed by a simple individual, the huge difference in strength between the enemy and us is too great.

Now Yang Ling has buried his big dream of changing the outcome of this war deep in his heart, he knows that this is an unrealistic dream, he just hopes that he can live first, and then live with the remnants of the soldiers.

He knew clearly in his heart that only by ensuring that he was alive first could he talk about killing devils, as long as he lived, then the little devils would never live in peace.

The panting remnants ran until they were too tired to run, and then stopped, looking at the familiar faces around them, and a smile appeared on their tired faces.

Every time they encounter devils, whether it is an airplane or a cannon, they have to endure a parting of life and death, watching the people around them die and not being able to do anything, but this time there are no dead among them, they feel that this is a great victory.

Although I knew that the friendly troops on the road must have suffered a lot of casualties, the remnants of the soldiers still showed a relaxed smile at the moment, the dead people have seen a lot, anyway, they are numb, and they have survived again, so they should be happy, as for the lives of the friendly troops, they don't care about their own.

"Luo Dayong, you take two people to set up a guard post." Yang Ling fell last, and when he saw the remnants of the soldiers who were slumped to the ground with a relaxed expression, he commanded Luo Dayong.

"Platoon Commander Yang, Brother Yang, can you let me rest?" Luo Dayong wailed with a bitter face.

"What are you yelling about, Brother Yang will let you go, what about the ink, believe it or not, I will whip you." The old smoking gun has always maintained Yang Ling's authority, watching Luo Dayong grinding, and opened his mouth to urge.