The cold and damp winter rain covered the land, and a pile of firewood was crackling and burning in the houses in the nameless village, and the whole house was smoked warm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The damp gray military uniform hanging on the dead branches next to the fire was rising foggy moisture under the smoke of the fire, Yang Ling sat on the wooden bench steadily, holding a rag in his hand and carefully wiping and maintaining the half-new 38 big cover.

The gun is the second life of a soldier, and it can not only kill the enemy on the battlefield, but also protect himself, so Yang Ling will maintain the firearm whenever he has free time.

Because he knows that only by taking care of the gun like a child can it not drop the chain and give you enough safety at a critical time.

The old smoking gun was full of traces of gunpowder smoke in a tattered military uniform, and his bearded face was full of the vicissitudes of time, he sat opposite Yang Ling, smashing and spitting smoke rings, and the smoke rings slowly rose and expanded and then dissipated, as if telling many wordless stories.

The old smoker looked up from time to time at Yang Ling, who was not in a hurry to wipe the 38 rifle, and then turned his gaze to the dancing flames on the fire, not knowing what he was thinking.

The old smoking gun has been in the army for many years, and the people around him have changed one stubble after another, and everyone else is dead, but he is still alive, he is not only experienced in the battlefield, but also sophisticated and sleek.

With his qualifications and ability, he can actually seek a higher position, but he knows that he is not the material to be a commander, so he can only protect himself and not others.

So he would rather be a company commander who is not big or small, neither intriguing with others because of interests, nor being called around because he belongs to rotten garlic, free and lazy, he is used to such days.

He doesn't have any national righteousness and patriotic thinking in his head, whoever pays the military salary will do it with whomever he wants, he used to fight the civil war with the marshal, and now he fights devils with the chairman of the committee, in fact, in his heart, they are almost the same, just mixed rice, he doesn't care about the victory or defeat of the war, he cares more about his own life.

Although Yang Ling had saved his life several times, he was very grateful, but gratitude did not mean that he could give his life to Yang Ling to take risks.

Yang Ling stayed in the occupied area to hide and wanted to take the opportunity to yin the devil again, the old smoking gun felt that it was not very reliable, they only had more than forty brothers in total, but the devil was overwhelming.

They are a well-armed and a large number of devils, and the result is obvious, although he believes in Yang Ling's ability, but he is more worried about his own life, he feels that it is safe to retreat to Jiangyin after all.

The old smoking gun put down the dry smoke gun in his hand, and the dancing flames of his eyes fell on Yang Ling, who was carefully wiping the rifle, and broke the silence with his mouth: "Brother Yang, why don't we retreat to Jiangyin first."

Yang Ling stopped wiping, raised his head and asked, "Why did you withdraw it?"

The old smoker hesitated for a moment and then replied: "We are just these dozens of brothers, the devils are overwhelming, I don't think we need to send them to death in vain."

Facing the worry of the old smoking gun, Yang Ling smiled and said, "It is precisely because of our small number that this is our advantage."

The old smoker raised his head and asked puzzledly, "Why do fewer people have an advantage?"

In the inertial thinking of the old smoking gun, there is great power in more people, and fewer people are definitely at a disadvantage, he is waiting for Yang Ling's explanation.

"How many people did we put in during the Battle of Shanghai?" Yang Ling stretched out his finger and said, "More than eighty divisions, seven or eight hundred thousand people."

"But what about the devils, the number of troops invested in one after another is less than 300,000, but we are still defeated."

"Therefore, the victory or defeat of a war sometimes does not depend on the number of people, but is the result of a combination of factors such as weapons and equipment, soldiers' military literacy, and the environment."

The old smoker nodded thoughtfully after hearing Yang Ling's words, he also participated in the Battle of Shanghai, although they had an advantage in numbers, but the devil's artillery fire smashed down their heads and faces, they did not bargain, but were beaten with heavy casualties.

"Although we only have more than forty brothers now, although it seems that the number is small, but they are all veterans who crawled out of the pile of dead people, and we have enough ballistics, although we can't beat a large group of devils, it is still easy to eat a small group of devils."

For Yang Ling's analysis, the old smoking gun also agreed, although the number was small, but their combat effectiveness was definitely not weak.

"Now there are many devils, and the strength is like a rampaging bull, and we are like inconspicuous flies compared to the devils, and the strength is very small." Yang Ling made an inappropriate analogy.

"Even if our weak force like a fly retreats to Jiangyin to participate in the battle head-on, do you think we can stop the devils like bulls?"

The old smoker shook his head, there were too few of them.

"But if we stay behind enemy lines, find out the weakness of this brute bull, and slay at him fiercely, the effect will definitely be much greater than going back to participate in the battle, and we have fewer people, even if the devil and this brute bull discovers our harassing fly, do you think they will be able to catch us?"

Without waiting for the old smoking gun to answer, Yang Ling answered for him: "They will definitely not be able to catch us, we have few people and the target is so small, if we hide anywhere, they will have to be blind."

"Now it's winter rain again, and it's our territory again, which is more conducive to our ......"

Yang Ling analyzed the advantages to the old smoking gun one by one, and soon the old smoking gun's brows were relaxed, according to Yang Ling, staying behind the enemy line is safer than going back, and the effect is greater.

"Then when are we going to go to the Yin Devil?" Yang Ling's words had already made the old smoker dispel the idea of withdrawing immediately, and he couldn't wait to fight the devil.

After all, as Yang Ling said, they are now like inconspicuous flies, even if they are in the shadows, the devils will not be able to take them for a while.

Facing the excited old smoking gun, Yang Ling shook his head: "We can't act yet."

"We've been tossing for a while, the devil has been on guard for a long time, if you attack now, it won't achieve the best effect, and the brothers have been tossing enough these days, and they need to rest."

"It's better for us to rest for a few more days, wait for the devil to lower his guard, and at the same time let's find out the surrounding situation, and then attack, the so-called no-sound is enough, a blockbuster, we want to yin devils will have a big yin, let them hurt for half a year!"

Hearing Yang Ling say this, the old smoker became excited, desperately hoping that day would come as soon as possible.

Just as the old smoker was talking to Yang Ling, the door was pushed open, a cold wind poured into the house, and a soaked Yang tree appeared at the door.

"Battalion commander, there is a situation!"