Although it was noon, the sky was overcast as if it was evening, and a small ditch no more than two feet wide flowed gently, very quiet, very beautiful, and on the south side of the small ditch was a small piece of withered yellow reeds, which was the temporary camp of the health team. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Beside the small ditch, two soldiers in gray uniforms, one tall and one thin, were wielding shovels and struggling to lift the dirt, and the irregular foxholes slowly formed under their waves.

The tall soldier pouted and complained while waving a shovel to lift the damp dirt into the gently flowing ditch and splashing a little water: "Our company commander is also full of food and has nothing to do, just guard across this ditch, and let us waste our strength to dig this Raushzi foxhole, isn't this a blind toss."

The thinner soldier put his shovel on the ground, straightened up his sore waist, looked along the reeds at the temporary camp of the medical team to the south, and said in a low voice: "Isn't this the new officer's three fires, who made us unlucky?"

Speaking of bad luck, the tall soldier felt full of grievances, so he simply threw the shovel in his hand on the ground, sat on the ground, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, why did we let us spread all the bad luck."

They managed to survive the rain of bullets and bullets in the fierce battle with the devils, and they could have been evacuated with the remnants, but they were temporarily transferred to protect the health team, and they came to this place close to the battlefield, thinking that they all felt that they had fallen mold for eight lifetimes.

The thinner soldier shoveled a few more shovels of mud, tilted his head to see the tall soldier nestled there, too lazy to move, and sighed and opened his mouth to remind.

"Hurry up and dig it, otherwise when the company commander comes over and sees that we are lazy, we will have to be trained again."

The tall soldier crossed Erlang's legs in his mouth, and lay comfortably with his eyes closed, not caring: "What are you afraid of, can he still eat Lao Tzu."

Seeing the tall soldier lying on the ground and not moving, the thinner soldier seemed to lose power, threw the shovel, and simply sat down.

Anyway, there is a ditch here, and if the infiltration team of the little devils really wants to come from here, it will not be so easy, in their eyes, digging foxholes for defense is completely unnecessary, it is a waste of effort.

"What do you say about our surname Yang, our platoon commander is so arrogant and obedient to him, this is not like the style of our platoon commander." The thinner soldier leaned closer to the tall soldier and asked gossipingly.

Although their platoon commander Wu Jiang has a cold temperament, does not like to talk, and always has a straight face on weekdays, but if you want to talk about ability, they have seen with their own eyes that Wu Jiang single-handedly takes on five strong men and does not fall behind, but he is such a powerful character, and now he is willing to obey the words of the company commander surnamed Yang, which makes them very puzzled.

When the tall man heard the words of the thinner soldier, he still closed his eyes and spoke slowly: "I inquired, this surnamed Yang has no origin, he is an ordinary company deputy of the 361st Regiment, and he is left with a bare-bones commander among the dead and wounded in the company, so he was transferred to do this unlucky escort company commander."

Hearing the tall soldier's answer, the thinner soldier suddenly realized, and suddenly felt that this surnamed Yang was also quite pitiful, there was only one person left in the company who was killed or wounded, and the unlucky one came to be the commander of the escort company again, and it was the task of sending him to death, thinking of what happened to Yang Ling, he suddenly felt a little gloating, and felt that he was not so unlucky.

"Ahem--" The platoon commander Wu Jiang coughed twice with a cold face, and the two unlucky soldiers who were lazy and chattering coldly heard someone coughing, and they were so frightened that they grabbed their guns and got up.

Wu Jiang put his hands behind his back, swept the two frightened soldiers from head to toe with a dark face, and asked lightly, "Quite idle?" Have all the foxholes been dug? ”

The two of them complained bitterly in their hearts, it was really unlucky for them to drink cold water and stuff their teeth, looked at their shallow foxholes, and replied embarrassedly: "It's still ...... Not yet. ”

Wu Jiang looked at the two people who were cramped and uneasy, and snorted coldly: "Then what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up!" If you don't dig well, you won't have to eat dinner today! ”

The two soldiers, one tall and one thin, immediately picked up the shovels they threw on the ground and began to swing them vigorously.

Wu Jiang looked at the two soldiers who were snorting and digging hard, and walked towards the front with a cold face with his hands behind his back.

He could hear the conversation of the two soldiers clearly, although in their eyes Yang Ling was just a company commander who was also unlucky, but Wu Jiang didn't think so.

A person who can crawl out of a pile of dead people doesn't have two brushes to live that long?

Wu Jiang, who was transferred to Yang Ling's command, has not yet discovered anything powerful about Yang Ling, but he will never be stupid and really think that Yang Ling is an ordinary company commander.

His intuition and experience told him that Yang Ling was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, so he resolutely carried out Yang Ling's orders, and he had to dig a skirmish pit well, and he couldn't let Yang Ling find any handles, so he personally supervised it.

Of course, Yang Ling didn't know what his platoon commander Wu Jiang thought, even if he knew, he wouldn't care, all he cared about was to live, as long as these people seriously ordered and forbidden, he wouldn't deliberately go to anyone for trouble.

The makeshift camp of the health team has been set up in a small reed, and Zhang Hongying, the head of the health team, is now leading a group of people to try their best to rescue the wounded.

Some of the seriously injured people have lost their lives because they have not been treated in time, and they are being carried aside to dig a pit and bury them under the leadership of Yang Dashu and others.

In the face of so many dead and seriously wounded, the only thing Yang Ling could do now was to dig a pit and bury them, which was better than the Violent Corpse Wilderness.

Now that they have made contact with the positions in front of them, more wounded are being brought here in a steady stream, and after a simple bandage, they will be sent to the rear after dark.

"Doctor! Where is the doctor! Save our captain! The hurried voice attracted Yang Ling's attention.

Yang Ling looked around, and several soldiers covered in mud and blood were running over with a bloody person on their backs, shouting towards this side from a distance.

Zhang Hongying, the head of the health team, has not rested since he came here, there are too many wounded, and he is so busy that his feet do not touch the ground, and when he saw that another wounded person was sent down, he hurriedly beckoned Yang Ling, the only idler now, to come forward to help.

Yang Ling unloaded the rifle from his shoulder, strode over, and with the help of several soldiers, he put down the wounded man who had been blown up to a bloody pulp.

"Captain Lin?" When Yang Ling saw the blood-stained face clearly, he subconsciously spoke.

The seriously wounded person who was blown up was Lin Xiaohou, the commander of the 799th Regiment, whose military uniform had been cut to pieces by shrapnel at the moment, and he was already in a serious coma.