Under the gray sky, the earth smelled of decay, and the crops that had not had time to be harvested by the fleeing people in the Yunzaohama area had rotted in the ground, and the autumn wind swept through the bleak ropes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What a crop, what a pity." Some of the remnants of the army sighed that if it weren't for the war, it would have been a good year.

But now these crops, which are too late to be harvested, are left to soak in the ground and swell, then rot and eventually become part of the soil.

Yang Ling walked at the front of the team with a 38 big cover, looking around, there was no expression on a simple face under the gray brim, he knew that this was war, cruel and ruthless.

Yang Ling's footsteps suddenly stopped, his narrow eyes fell on the gray sky, and then he waved violently at the remnants of the soldiers who sighed behind: "Hide!"

The remnants of the soldiers were like frightened ducks, and immediately hid in the barren grass by the roadside, and after two days of escape, they had habitually obeyed Yang Ling's orders, because they knew that they would not be able to live without Yang Ling.

The roaring sound of the motor reached the ears of the remnants, and when they looked up, a few small black dots appeared in the gray sky, getting closer and closer, and finally they could see clearly, it was a devil plane with a plaster flag attached.

"Damn, these big birds are annoying to fly around overhead all day."

Luo Dayong lay on his back in the wild grass, pointing to the devil plane passing overhead and cursing loudly, venting the dissatisfaction in his heart.

The old cigarette gun took out the only few matchpaper boxes left from his pocket, pulled and lit the dry cigarette gun in his hand, and began to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog again, with a satisfied expression on his face, as if this dry smoke could relieve his sorrow and make him forget the war.

Yang Ling held the 38 big cover in his hand, squinted slightly and aimed at the three devil planes that flew by at low altitude, watching them disappear into the eastern sky, he finally put the gun down, he didn't believe that the rifle in his hand could shoot down the plane.

Soon there was a roaring explosion in the east, and the ground trembled slightly, and Yang Ling knew that it was the devil's plane bombing the defenders' positions again.

For such a result, Yang Ling's heart is a little helpless, but also a little sad, the country is poor and weak, the fierce battle has now the Chinese army has completely lost air supremacy, in the face of the devil planes day and night bombing, the defenders can only be angry and helpless.

After the devil's plane swept by, Yang Ling stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and continued to walk in front of the 38 big cover in his hand to explore the way.

Now the devil's plane flies over his head at least ten times a day, and Yang Ling is numb rather than habitual.

The fierce fighting between the Chinese army and the devils in the Shanghai area has been going on for more than a month, and the two sides are now in a state of anxiety, with the lines of defense intertwined, fierce fighting everywhere, and the sound of gunfire everywhere.

The old smoking gun caught up with Yang Ling in front and asked, "Brother Xiao Yang, where are we going?"

Yang Ling looked around, squatted down, took out a somewhat wrinkled map from his pocket, and flattened it on the ground, carefully comparing the surrounding environment.

The map was held by Yang Ling's dead devil squad leader, the map was very detailed, every river and every village was clearly marked, and it was obvious that the devil's spies had done a lot of work before the war began.

In this era when there are no satellites, it is undoubtedly a huge project to complete such a detailed topographic map by hand, and this is on Chinese soil, which increases the difficulty, and it has to be said that the devil has premeditated for China's snooping.

Although I don't know why such a detailed map appeared on a low-ranking officer of a devil, there are not so many whys in the world, as long as you can help yourself, why bother to delve into so much.

Yang Ling looked at it carefully, folded the map again, put it in his pocket, stood up and pointed ahead: "There should be a village in front, and after the village, it should be Liu Xing."

The village is small on the edge of the reeds, with only about 20 families, but now the doors are locked and empty.

"I'll look for something to eat." Luo Dayong, who was carrying a crooked light machine gun, smashed open a door and walked in happily.

Soon there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and Yang Ling did not stop Luo Dayong's behavior, because he knew that with the expansion of the war, this area would soon become a battlefield.

Yang Ling is not a dead brain, although it is said that the education he received is not to take a stitch from the masses, but now the situation is very different, rather than these things are cheap devils when the time comes, it is better to cheap himself and others.

"Let's all go in and rest, and wait until the evening when we cross the line." Yang Ling waved his hand at the tired remnants of the soldiers, and walked to a small two-story attic not far away with his gun.

Now that they have reached the edge of the battlefield where the two sides are fighting, the Chinese army is engaged in a fierce battle with the defenders, and it is undoubtedly a huge test for Yang Ling to safely cross the battlefield and return to the area controlled by the Chinese army.

The two-story small attic has a wide view and a good shooting range, Yang Ling put his 38 big cover flat in his own convenient position, sat down against the wall to rest, and prepared to recharge his energy and act better at night.

The old smoker and the others were like devils entering the village, sweeping this small settlement, and they rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a long time before they found a few yams.

Just as the old smoking gun was about to cook these potatoes and fill their stomachs, Yang Ling had already walked into the house with a serious face with a gun.

"Someone's coming this way!"

Hearing that someone was coming, the remnants of the soldiers all looked dazed, and hurriedly grabbed their weapons and got up from the ground.

The remnants leaned against the window, their bullets loaded, and peered through the cracks in the window.

Soon there were footsteps on the street outside, and more than a dozen gray-faced soldiers armed with Zhongzheng rifles appeared in everyone's field of vision, looking around vigilantly.

This is also a Chinese army that has been scattered by devils, they look sleepy and tired, and although they try to stay vigilant, they still can't hide the tiredness on their faces.

After Yang Ling's gaze swept over these soldiers, he stopped at a woman in a gray military uniform, looking at the woman who was faintly protected in the center, Yang Ling frowned, how could there be a woman.

"It turned out to be my own people." Luo Dayong muttered and put away his gun.

"Who!" When the soldiers outside heard the movement in the house, they immediately pointed their guns at this side, and a company commander who led the team snorted coldly.

The old smoking gun glanced at Luo Dayong, who was making a move, and hurriedly shouted outside: "Don't get me wrong, your own people, your own people."