Wu Zhenguo's waist was straight, looking at the remnants of more than 100 soldiers who had escaped from the encirclement of devils, they looked tired and their clothes were torn, he felt that he was a little selfish, and he wanted to send them to the battlefield full of flesh and blood, and to the battlefield where there was little hope of survival. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Wu Zhenguo had no choice, there were less than a hundred people left in their entire battalion, but the devil's attack was still fierce, and if he wanted to hold his position, he had to supplement these remnants of combat effectiveness into his troops, so that there was hope.

When Wu Zhenguo announced that Yang Ling and the others would be added to their battalion in the name of a supplementary company to participate in the battle of the defensive position, the remnants of the soldiers immediately exploded.

"Lao Tzu is from the 44th Division, why should I help your 18th Division defend the position, Lao Tzu won't do it!"

"We're going back to our 106th Division, and the position here has a bullshit relationship with us!"

"Battalion Commander Wu, we have also helped you fight a battle, you don't know about Entu, forget it, you still let us go to death, you are too unrighteous to do this."

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The remnants of the soldiers were talking about Wu Zhenguo, Yang Ling always stood there without speaking, for him, it was actually the same there, he didn't belong to this era, it didn't make much difference whether he stayed here or went back to the 61st Division, they were all devils.

"Brother Yang, you say something, they are going to send us to be cannon fodder." Luo Dayong yelled and pushed Yang Ling out.

The remnants of the soldiers were all quiet, their eyes were on Yang Ling, waiting for Yang Ling to speak, if it weren't for Yang Ling on the way, they would have gone to see Lord Yama a long time ago, so they both admired Yang Ling in their hearts, and were grateful to Yang Ling for leading them out of the encirclement.

Yang Ling jumped on the trench, stood on a high stand, and when he saw these exhausted remnants, he slowly spoke: "Brothers, what you said is right, we come from various units, why should we help their eighteenth division defend their positions." ”

"Yes, why!" The remnants of the soldiers all echoed and shouted. to return to their respective troops.

Wu Zhenguo didn't expect that Yang Ling would incite these remnants to refuse, and he was about to speak, when Yang Ling's voice came again.

"It is true that this is the position of the 18th Division, but this is the land of our Chinese, we are all soldiers, and it is our responsibility to defend the land, since it is all our Chinese's land, what to do so clearly, anyway, they are all fighting devils, it is not fighting there, you say that I don't pay attention to this."

The remnants of the shouting soldiers all bowed their heads and pondered, they came from all the troops in the north and south of the river, and they used to fight among the factions of various warlords, and the concept of factions was very strong.

But now they are fighting a national war, why bother to distinguish so clearly, they are all Chinese, they are all fighting devils, they were mentioned by Yang Ling like this, and they suddenly felt reasonable.

"Moreover, our respective troops don't know where they are now, there are battles everywhere, who knows if they will encounter ghosts again, what dangers they will encounter, whether they will be treated as deserters, instead of aimlessly going to the original troops, we should twist into a rope and hold here, hold our Chinese land!"

Yang Ling said loudly, directly to the hearts of these remnants, although they wanted to find their original troops, but they didn't know where they were, maybe they would be shot as deserters when they went out alone.

In this case, it is better to follow Yang Ling to fight devils here, anyway, Yang Ling is so powerful, it is at least much better to follow him than to run out and be mistaken for a deserter.

"Brother Yang, now the 61st Division can't go back for the time being, since there is a need for people here, I can't bother to leave with an old smoking gun and an old bone, just stay here and guard our Chinese land!"

"Yes, it's all devils there, and we'll stay."

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After figuring out this layer, the remnants decided to stay and help Wu Zhenguo and them hold their positions here.

Wu Zhenguo saw that the remnants of the soldiers had agreed to stay, and he was full of gratitude to Yang Ling.

"Brothers, I, Wu Zhenguo, thank you!" Wu Zhenguo bowed to the remnants, which made the remnants embarrassed, and they were shouting to leave.

"Camp Commander Wu, we are all willing to stay, but you have to take care of the food." Yang Ling teased.

"Take care of the rice, manage the rice, and take care of the nest." Wu Zhenguo hurriedly beckoned to the back with an excited incoherent voice: "Go and inform the cooking class to prepare food for the brothers who have newly joined our supplementary company." ”

Yang Ling, the remnants of the soldiers from various units, became a supplementary company in the Wu Zhenguo Battalion of the 18th Division, although it was a supplementary company, it was to resist the little devils head-on.

Under the leadership of Wu Zhenguo, more than 100 of them got back their guns, and then walked to the flesh and blood battlefield.

"My mother, it's so miserable."

When Yang Ling led the supplement company to arrive at the position after being full of wine and food, he was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

Corpses, corpses piled up all over the ground, some buried in the soil, some piled up into sandbags, the ground was full of large and small craters, the soil had all been charred and turned black, mixed with blood and slimy.

The air was filled with the smell of choking gunpowder smoke and blood, and it was a sea of corpses and blood, and the black baby kicked the corpse that was blown into half, looking at the exposed internal organs and intestines, his heart was churning, and he couldn't help but spit out the eaten wowo head again.

Wu Zhenguo's battalion was left with only a hundred or so people in the bombed and shattered trenches, they were disgraced, looking at the soldiers of the supplementary company, their eyes were blank, numb, and there was no reaction, and the blood oozing from the gauze-wrapped wounds had turned dark red and stained with mud and sand.

All the soldiers of the supplementary company were heavy-faced, they didn't expect Wu Zhenguo's battalion to fight so badly, most of them almost died and turned into cold corpses, which were placed on the battlefield so messily, giving people a strong visual impact.

Those who were still alive also became numb, mechanical versions holding the broken guns in their hands, leaning against the broken trenches, they didn't know how long they would live, there was no hope and no tomorrow, their eyes were dim and there was no trace of brilliance, like the walking dead.

Yang Ling felt more and more heavy every time he took a step forward, in the face of the devil's steel guns and cannons, they relied on their flesh and blood to block the devil's rounds of attacks, they threw their heads and spilled blood, just to defend this land, to guard the backbone of this nation.

"Battalion Commander Wu, let them go down and rest first, they are too tired." Yang Ling really couldn't bear to look at these tired, skinny defenders like the walking dead, and he was ready to take over the position here and guard them for them, so that they could go to sleep and have a full meal.