Inside the half-collapsed house, a pile of firewood crackled and burned to dispel the chill of early autumn, and the orange flames jumped happily like dancing elves. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The five tired and sleepy remnants curled up in the corner and slept soundly, their mental and physical collapse after running day and night, and the fierce hand-to-hand fight with the devil a few hours ago, they really couldn't hold on.

As their temporary commander, Yang Ling naturally knew that these remnants had reached their limit and had become tired soldiers, so after leaving the battlefield, he immediately found a hiding place and ordered to rest for a few hours before continuing the march.

The sixteen-year-old black baby was almost killed by the devil during the white-knuckle battle with the devil, but fortunately, Yang Ling rescued him in time and survived.

At this moment, he was curled up in the corner, his eyes were closed and his mouth was whispering, his face was full of fear, and his hands were trembling from time to time, Yang Ling guessed that he must have had a nightmare, and then sighed.

He is still in school at his age like Heiwazi, but in this era of broken mountains and rivers, everyone is running to fight the war and save the life, and even such a young child has become a front-line soldier with a gun, bearing the weight that he should not bear at his age.

Black baby and this is just a small microcosm of the huge China, Yang Ling was touched in a soft place somewhere in his heart, and he realized more deeply what kind of sacrifices and prices the Chinese people have paid in order to protect their families and defend the country, this is to make a bet with the next generation.

The firewood was beeping and burning, Yang Ling removed the strip of cloth that tied the wound, revealing the wound of flesh and blood turned out, the devil's bayonet was sharp, if it wasn't for Yang Ling's timely sideways dodge, maybe it would have pierced into his chest.

He picked up the burning red firewood, gritted his teeth and scalded towards his wound, the hot firewood and the wound made a sizzling sound, the green smoke curled, and the severe pain made Yang Ling almost faint, and large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.

He smelled the aroma of barbecued meat, and the wound that was several millimeters deep was charred black by the hot wood, turning into dead meat, and Yang Ling endured the pain of drilling his heart and scalded the skin and flesh around the entire wound.

Call...... Yang Ling gasped, although this was not the first time he had done this, but he didn't know how much it hurt without empathy.

The old smoker had already woken up when he heard Yang Ling's muffled snort, he looked at Yang Ling in a daze as he scalded his wound with hot firewood, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, this fucking kid was not only cruel to himself, but also to himself.

Thinking of the hot firewood burning his flesh and blood, the old smoking gun couldn't help but shudder, how painful it must be for his mother, he didn't want to do such a thing in his life, that wasn't looking for abuse.

Of course, the reason why Yang Ling did this was not to seek abuse, he had no tendency to masochism, his wound was too deep, in this era of lack of medical treatment, if it was not handled well, it would be infected, and it was a trivial matter for the entire arm to be scrapped, so it would not be worth dying.

The high temperature of the hot firewood can not only sterilize but also stop the bleeding, he will burn the flesh around the wound into dead flesh to avoid the risk of infection, it seems to be a temporary pain, but as long as new meat grows after the scarring, it also avoids leaving the root of the disease, which is limited by the current conditions, and the last resort.

"Awake?"

Yang Ling's voice brought the old smoking gun back to reality, the old smoking gun nodded awkwardly, got up and sat down on the bricks next to the fire, looking at Yang Ling's angular face, he shook his head, he was getting more and more unable to see through this young man.

"Brother Xiao Yang, you can go to sleep for a while, I'll watch." The old cigarette gun habitually unhooked the dry cigarette on his waist, took out the dry cigarette and rolled it into the round head.

As soon as the old smoking gun opened his mouth like this, Yang Ling suddenly felt a wave of tiredness hit him, and he wanted to refuse, but he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, nodded and said, "Call me at dawn." After speaking, he leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

Yang Ling was too tired, he had been nervous since he woke up, and in the face of the large number of fierce devils gathered in the surrounding area, he didn't dare to be careless, so that he slept with half his eyes open, and stayed in one place for no more than two hours, which caused him to be extremely tired, if it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have collapsed long ago.

Yang Ling slept very sweetly this night, he dreamed of his relatives in another world, dreamed of his dear comrades-in-arms, and the familiar feeling made him feel very warm.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and the old smoking gun was still smashing and smoking his dry cigarette, and the smoke was swirling.

"Smoking too much hurts your body, smoke less."

Yang Ling dug the fire that was about to be extinguished, revealing the red-hot carbon stone inside, and kindly reminded the old smoking gun.

Yang Ling looked cold on weekdays, so that the old smoking gun couldn't guess, and suddenly such a sentence came out, the old smoking gun was slightly flustered, and then a warm current surged in his heart, which was warmer than this fiery carbon stone.

The old cigarette gun knocked on the dry cigarette gun, and the burning ashes shook out, and his expression was a little gloomy, "That being said, there used to be some brothers who accompanied the chatter, and now there is only such a thought left......

Yang Ling looked at the forty-year-old smoking gun like a sixty-year-old man, and shook his head self-deprecatingly, in this era when life is in danger, just smoke it, and keep a thought.

Yang Ling stopped talking, buried his head and began to wrap his leggings, this is a technical job, it can't be too tight or too loose, but for Yang Ling, it's not a difficult thing.

"Brother Xiao Yang, do you think we can beat the devil?" The old smoker couldn't bear it, and broke the silence by speaking again.

Yang Ling paused, raised his head and looked at the sky with a fish's belly white in the distance, and said categorically: "Yes, we will definitely be able to win the devil."

"But the devil is so powerful, the Central Army is an all-German mechanic, and he can't withstand the attack of the devil, you say that we have a few broken guns......" The tone of the old smoking gun was full of pessimism.

Morale is a kind of mysterious thing, which is exhausted and sometimes even determines the outcome of a war.

For the current Chinese army, a huge victory is urgently needed to boost the morale of the army, but as far as Yang Ling knows, from Songhu to Nanjing, all battlefields in the early stage of the Anti-Japanese War were defeated, so that there was an argument that the Japanese army was invincible and would lose the country if it continued to fight.

This is not the gap in weapons and equipment, national strength, but the successive routs of the army have caused the entire Chinese army and people to be filled with pessimism and disappointment, this is not a simple victory or two can be reversed, Yang Ling can't answer the old smoking gun, because he knows that the rout will continue next, and this sentiment will spread on a larger scale.

"Believe me, we're going to win." Yang Ling's words were full of firmness and confidence, infected with the pessimistic old smoking gun.

Thinking that Yang Ling overthrew a devil squad by himself, and then led them to annihilate a devil squad a few hours ago, a hope rose in the chest of the old smoking gun's inexplicable feeling, following Yang Ling, as long as they continue to fight and keep killing devils, there will always be a day when all devils will be killed.

Thinking of this, the old cigarette gun's wrinkled face stretched, "I believe in you, we will definitely be able to win." ”