The mountains and rivers were shattered and devastated, and the ten rooms and nine empty gates of the villages and towns along the railway from Pukou to Chuzhou were locked, and the people had already run away from the murderous Japanese army. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cold wind blew, and the torn newspapers discarded on the road were swept up by the wind and made a rattling sound, which added a bit of depression and desolation.

"Damn, there's no one."

Company Commander Qin Shou led people around the broken village to look around, but he didn't even find a ghost, looking at the empty village, he couldn't help but curse.

A brother looked at the closed house and frowned: "Company commander, what should I do?" Everyone is gone, where are we going to get food? ”

Qin Shou looked at the hungry brothers around him, gritted his teeth and said, "Smash the door to find food, can a big living person still suffocate urine to death?"

"But there are rules, you can't trespass on people's houses......" The army has strict discipline, and the brother hesitated, although he became a soldier, after all, he was still a simple common man in his bones.

"This is a war, if we don't take it, the little devils will come to take it, we can't be cheap little devils." Qin Shou found a natural reason for himself.

Driven by this reason, the brothers dispelled the slightest uneasiness in their hearts, and began to smash windows and doors for the sake of their hungry stomachs, and began to search for food everywhere.

Qin Shou was familiar with this matter, and searched all the corners of the wall and under the water tank, and really let him find a lot of rice and bacon and other foods hidden by the common people.

Yang Ling and the others broke out of Nanjing, and many people even lost their guns, let alone bring food out, but if they didn't eat, they had no strength, so how could they march.

Yang Ling did not stop Qin Shou's behavior, those ordinary people escaped, this area will soon be occupied by the Japanese army, and they are now hungry, in order to survive, they can't care about anything.

Compared with the other routs who fled in all directions, Yang Ling and his group that broke through from Nanjing at least had officers under their command, so that they would not have nowhere to go like headless flies.

Yang Ling and Zhao Wenbin discussed and decided to go to the nearest Chuzhou along the railway to find out the news of the troops, and then decide on the next move.

But in this era of backward transportation, it is not easy to walk to the nearest city, Chuzhou, on two feet, not to mention that they carry a large number of wounded soldiers.

Even those brothers who were just wearing colors on their bodies had a hard time, many of them were evacuated from the bloody battlefield in Shanghai to Nanjing, and before they could take a breath, they began the cruel defense of Nanjing.

Not only were the brothers physically and mentally exhausted, but the shortage of food and low morale also plagued them, and Yang Ling, as the commander of this army, had to fight hard and try to solve the food problem and morale problem to encourage these brothers.

Although Yang Ling did his best, the problem of desertion that he was most worried about eventually appeared.

Qin Shou and others were cooking on the fire at the temporary settlement place with a cauldron, Zhang Hongying and the medical soldier Xizi were busy taking care of the wounded, and the brothers who were okay were also lying listlessly everywhere, hungry and really had no strength.

Just as Yang Ling and Zhao Wenbin were together to discuss how to solve the morale problem, Liu Yidao, who was in charge of the perimeter guard, strode back, with several disgraced soldiers behind him.

Yang Ling saw the several brothers who were taken by gun, and stood up with a frown: "A knife, what's going on?"

"I caught a few greedy people who were afraid of death, they wanted to run, and I caught them back."

Liu Yidao cast a disdainful look at those deserters, deserters have always been synonymous with shame, and as a company-level officer, he naturally hates deserters.

"Battalion commander, what to do with them?" Liu Yidao raised his head and asked Yang Ling.

These brothers have fought with devils on the battlefield, and now that Nanjing is defeated, they are also disheartened and become deserters, this is human nature, Yang Ling also understands them, if they kill them, I am afraid it will also make the remaining brothers cold, and when he was thinking about how to deal with it properly, Zhao Wenbin, who was standing on the side, opened his mouth.

"According to wartime discipline, deserters are all shot." Zhao Wenbin's words were still cold and without the slightest emotion.

The company commander Wang Huzi was lying weakly on a pile of hay squinting his eyes and waiting for the meal to start, when he heard the word "shooting", he suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head sideways to see that the few deserters who had been captured were not the brothers who had been assigned to his company, and he sighed in his heart and hurriedly got up.

"Dog, when did Lao Tzu treat you badly, and he wanted to be a deserter!" The company commander Wang Huzi rushed over angrily, and kicked the grizzled deserters at the same time, kicking and scolding as he went.

These brothers had come together with him in the midst of bullets and bullets, and they were brothers who could block each other's bullets on the battlefield, but now they had to sneak away as deserters, so as not to make Wang Huzi angry, so they kicked them hard.

Seeing the king's beard scolding and kicking at these brothers, the people around him hurriedly pulled him away, and if he continued to beat him like this, I am afraid that he would really die.

"A group of bad seeds, all the shame of Lao Tzu!" The king's beard was pulled away, and he scolded in anger.

These captured brothers also knew the shame of desertion, and no matter how much Wang Huzi beat and scolded, they always bowed their heads and remained silent.

"Battalion commander, these are the mischievous seeds in my company, I support shooting them, hand them over to me, I will kill them with my own hands!"

Wang Huzi waved his hand to the brothers in his company as he spoke, and they came over to grab the deserters and were about to go to the bamboo forest next to them.

Zhao Wenbin reminded coldly: "Company Commander Wang, don't show favoritism."

"No—" Wang Huzi grabbed the shell gun, and without looking back, he led the captured brothers towards the bamboo forest, and soon several gunshots rang out from there.

Wang Huzi soon came back scolding, although Yang Ling knew what was going on, but he didn't break it, they were all brothers who rolled over on the battlefield, it was so easy to get down there, let it go, Yang Ling didn't plan to pursue it, they were all bloody men who had beaten devils, and it was a kind of luck that they could go home alive.

"Gather the brethren, Wang Huzi, I have something to say."

Yang Ling also knew that if the ideological problems of the brothers were not solved, I was afraid that they would not be able to go to Chuzhou, and the hearts of the hundreds of brothers who had gathered together would be scattered.

The more than 300 defeated soldiers of the various units and the more than 100 brethren of their guerrilla battalion were all assembled, dressed in tattered uniforms and full of haggardness, and they were not so much an army as a group of beggars for food.

Yang Ling tightened his belt and walked to a high place, his eyes swept over these dusty and bloodstained brothers one by one, and his heart was heavy.

They also used to go to the battlefield with great courage and fight bloody battles with the Japanese army on the battlefield full of corpses, but because of the incompetence of the commander, they were abandoned, and the hot heart of protecting the country has become cold, and they have become confused and disheartened after escaping death.

But Yang Ling knew that the war was far from over, the Chinese nation was still suffering, and these veterans of a hundred battles had not yet unloaded their armor and returned to the field, they still had to take up arms and continue to fight against the Japanese until they were driven out of China!

"Brethren!" Yang Ling took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, and these brothers subconsciously raised their heads.

Yang Ling continued to say loudly: "Hold up your chest!"