The gunfire in the mountains and forests around Minshan resounded again, and the dull sound of gunfire was tight one after another, and the air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yang Ling's regiment repeatedly fought with the devils for two days and nights in the early stage, and the troops suffered heavy casualties.

The brothers were so tired that they withdrew to a dense forest to rest, and before the cooks could finish their meals, they were already limp and fell asleep with their guns in their arms, and the snoring was louder than the sound of gunfire around them.

"Let's get some sleep, I'm afraid we'll have to go up at night." The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, had bloodshot eyes, and his speech became weak.

After receiving the order of the regiment commander Zhang Handuo, the haggard and tired staff officers of the regiment headquarters dispersed as if they had been granted amnesty, and each looked for a place to sleep.

Yang Ling also found a broken military blanket, and fell asleep in the dense gunfire from time to time, maintaining a highly tense nerves, and suddenly relaxed, the whole person seemed to collapse, where can I still take care of the image.

I really slept in the dark, and when I woke up it was already evening, and the deep twilight seemed to cast a thin veil over the surrounding mountains, exuding a hazy beauty.

The gunfire in the surrounding mountains was still sparse and sometimes dense, but it sounded a little farther away, presumably as friendly forces had pushed the battle line to the devil's side.

From the beginning of the Battle of Songhu to the present, the brigades and regiments of the 74th Army have not been absent from almost every bloody battle.

Many officers and soldiers were still fighting bloodily, and they didn't feel deeply about the change in their status, but Yang Ling felt extremely proud in his heart because he was in such a unit.

"Deputy Tuan, you're hungry, I'll go get you food."

The orderly Huzi saw Yang Ling wake up and got up to serve food to Yang Ling.

Soon Huzi came back with a bowl of gruel made of vegetable paste and two pieces of cake, Yang Ling smelled the fragrance wafting, and his stomach growled uncontrollably.

Although he is the deputy head of the regiment, he has not had a decent meal in the past few days, and there was a shortage of food when he was guarding the golden dragon terrier, and now the hunger is coming, and he drank a large bowl of gruel in one go.

Yang Ling was indeed extremely hungry, two bowls of gruel and four cakes were in his stomach, and then he felt that his whole body was full of strength again.

"Deputy Tuan, do you want me to scoop you again?" Huzi stayed by the side, and when he saw Yang Ling finish eating, he grabbed the bowl and went to serve it again.

Yang Ling waved his hand, signaling that he was full, and looked at the tiger where the pestle was, and then remembered to ask: "Huzi, have you eaten?"

Huzi scratched the back of his head with his hand and laughed innocently: "Deputy Tuan, I ate five bowls......

Hearing Huzi's words, Yang Lingwan smiled and quipped: "It's a blessing to be able to eat, let's fight devils when we are full."

"Yes!" Huzi reflexively agreed.

"Are you awake?" Yang Ling put down the bowl and asked.

Huzi replied, "I just woke up, and I'm eating at this time."

"Okay, then you can get busy."

Yang Ling stood up and moved his aching muscles and bones, and walked towards the tent not far away.

Before he entered the tent, he heard the head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, shouting: "Get me another bowl, this meal is not hungry."

Yang Ling pursed his lips and smiled, lifted the curtain and stepped in, just in time to see the head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, grabbing a piece of cake and devouring it.

"Brother Yang, you're awake," Zhang Handuo greeted Yang Ling while asking the orderlies to serve him a meal.

"I've already eaten it." Yang Ling waved his hand again and again and sat down along the ammunition box.

After Yang Ling sat down, he opened his mouth to ask Luo Heng, who was busy on the side, "How is the progress of our troops' attack?"

Luo Heng, the regiment, stopped what he was doing, and replied with a frown: "Although some mountains have been captured, the devils rely on the terrain to defend stubbornly, and the casualties of the attacking troops are very large, and I am afraid that this battle will not be finished for a while and a half."

Yang Ling also expected this, after all, the little devils are elite and have a high tactical literacy, and now relying on the mountains to fight, it is not so easy to gnaw down.

However, Yang Ling didn't feel any frustration, although the little devils were strong, but their 74th Army was not weak.

"By the way, call the brigade headquarters to urge us to allocate the weapons, ammunition and reinforcements we applied for as soon as possible." The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, also added on the side.

Since they entered the battle, they have fought bloody battles for two days and nights, and the entire regiment has suffered more than 1,000 casualties; if they cannot make up for the battle losses in time, the combat effectiveness of the troops will be greatly reduced, and replenishing the soldiers and weapons has become the most urgent thing for their regiment at present.

"Report, regimental seat, our ammunition and recruits have arrived." As soon as Luo Heng, the regimental attached, turned around and was about to call to urge, a guard opened the curtain and reported loudly.

The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo and Yang Ling, glanced at each other, and they both saw joy in each other's eyes.

"Say Cao Cao Cao is here, let's go, let's take a look." Zhang Handuo put down his job and stood up.

A group of recruits in brand-new uniforms were led by a staff officer at the brigade headquarters to Yangling's hidden woods, bringing with them a large amount of ammunition.

These immature recruits walked in a queue, like big girls who had just gone out, looking around and full of curiosity about the new troops.

The veterans covered in blood and gunpowder smoke sat or lay in the forest, busily taking care of themselves, occasionally glancing at these immature recruits, and soon closed their eyes and pretended to sleep or lowered their heads to wipe their guns, without the slightest joy, and the atmosphere in the forest was a little dull.

Every time a new recruit is added, it means that there are a large number of veterans sacrificed in the army in the past time, and those brothers who get along with each other day and night are gone, replaced by strange new faces, and the veterans' hearts are uncomfortable, and naturally they have no heart to welcome these recruits.

If they could, they would rather never have recruits to replenish, as long as their old brothers lived, but the reality is cruel.

These recruits who replenished the battle damage looked at the veterans whose military uniforms were tattered and soaked in blood along the way, and their hearts were mixed, and many of the newcomers even turned pale when they smelled the heavy bloody gas.

After the regiment commander Zhang Handuo signed the received documents, the staff officers of the brigade headquarters left in a hurry, leaving a large group of recruits looking around in place.

"Let the battalion and company commanders come and lead the people-" Zhang Handuo commanded the heralds and strode towards the recruits.

Seeing that the chief with a black and gray face and a serious face was approaching, some people reacted quickly and raised their hands to salute, and the rest of the people also hurriedly saluted, and the team was suddenly in turmoil, and Yang Lingzhi, who was watching, shook his head.