The surplus weapons and ammunition were replenished, and the company carefully hid them under the gentle slope behind the trenches like treasures, and covered them with reed stalks and tattered clothes to prevent moisture. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the ammunition that was well hidden, the old smoking gun was still not at ease, and sent a soldier to guard it like a thief, and specially explained that it was not easy for anyone to take it without his order, especially to guard against friendly troops in adjacent positions.

When everything was ordered, and then he looked back at the tightly wrapped ammunition, the old smoking gun relented and returned to the trench with leisurely steps.

Although he had been in the army for more than ten years, he had the right to dispose of so much ammunition for the first time, and he was like a nouveau riche who had suddenly become rich, and his heart was both excited and uneasy, fearing that the ammunition had been stolen.

The old smoking gun returned to the trench and sat on the ground, touched the box cannon inserted in his waist, pulled out his dry smoking gun, struck the match, smashed it, and smoked it, not to mention how comfortable it was at the moment.

The remnants of the supplementary company were also full of excitement at the moment, as if they had received a beloved toy, they counted the bullets on their bodies over and over again, and the grenades hanging on their bodies were hung up and untied, they couldn't put it down, they had never been so rich.

Yang Ling stepped on a pair of rag shoes and walked on the new soil dug out of the trenches, his eyes looked around, observing their position, the so-called knowing himself and knowing that the enemy would win all battles, he had just come back, and he was not familiar with the position, so he naturally seized the time to familiarize himself with the position.

The entire 61st Division was deployed along Fumohama, and their goal was to prevent the Devil's troops from crossing the river from this section, while on their left flank was the position of the 81st Division.

The position of the third battalion is located on the right side of the division, and the supplementary company is sandwiched in the center of the first and second companies of the third battalion, and the width of the defense is more than 100 meters.

The trench of the supplementary company is fifty meters away from the river, a crooked and slanted straight line trench, and more than 30 remnants of the soldiers are nesting in the trench at the moment to talk and laugh, enjoying the rare rest time before the war.

Looking at the shallow straight-line trenches, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly, the Chinese army used to attack each other among warlords, and was accustomed to group charges and single-line trenches between each other, but with the same words against devils, I am afraid that a wave of attacks will not be able to stop.

Yang Ling walked to the edge of the trench and stood still, picking up the dilapidated shovel on the ground: "Don't be stunned, get up and work, our trenches have to be dug again." ”

"Hey, no, Deputy Yang Lian, isn't our trench good, what kind of effort is it to dig hard." Luo Dayong fiddled with the Czech light machine gun and raised objections.

The rest of the remnants of the soldiers also echoed in unison: "Yes, we used to dig like this, there is nothing wrong with it." ”

"Do you think your trenches can hold people?" Yang Ling asked rhetorically.

The remnants of the soldiers lowered their heads and looked at the shallow trench that was only about half a meter deep, and their faces were full of embarrassment, the trench was indeed a little shallow.

"Brother Yang, it's not that the brothers don't dig deep, and then dig up the water and it will come out." The old smoking gun came to Yang Ling and explained.

Yang Ling knew that the groundwater level in the Jiangnan area was shallow, only about one meter, and if the trenches were dug deeper, they would soak in the water, but he also knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to dig the trenches deeper.

Yang Ling explained to the remnants of the soldiers in a serious voice: "Brothers, it's not that I, Yang Ling, deliberately tossed everyone, think about it, do you want to lie down in the water and live, or are you willing to be killed by devils in the trench where no one can hide?" ”

As soon as he said death, he hit the weakness of the remnants of the soldiers, if it wasn't for the sake of being a soldier to eat well, who would want to send him to death, thinking about what Yang Ling said also makes sense, soaking in water is much better than being killed by devils.

The old smoking gun also understood this reason, turned his head and waved to the remnants of the soldiers: "Don't be stunned, listen to Brother Yang, hurry up and dig again." ”

Although the remnants were extremely reluctant, they thought that it was a matter of life and death, and they still started with their hands and feet.

"The trenches can't be dug in a straight line, and they can be dug into a concave and convex shape every three or five meters, so that the devil's bombs can reduce the damage of explosives, and a hole for hiding soldiers must be dug every few meters." Yang Ling waved the shovel while teaching the remnants how to dig a standard trench.

The remnants of the soldiers are all soldiers for the sake of having enough to eat, and they don't know a few big characters, where do they know what standard trench digging is, but since Yang Ling has ordered, then follow Yang Ling to dig, anyway, it is right to listen to Yang Ling's words along the way.

The groundwater line in the Fuzaobang area is very shallow, and their position is close to the river, and it didn't take long to dig down before it turned into thin mud, so they simply took off their shoes and stood barefoot in the mud and dug according to Yang Ling's guidance.

The remnants of the supplementary company were wielding shovels and doing a hot job, and the splashing mud was all over their bodies and wet, but they all dug hard to save their lives.

"The people of the supplementary company are missing roots and tendons in their heads, damn, how can the trenches be dug like this." I saw the men of the supplementary company waving their arms and trying to dig deep into the trenches, while the people of the two adjacent companies were watching the drama and were full of banter.

"Hey, old smoker, are you digging your own grave or what?" Xiong Dawu jumped into the trench and teased when he saw the old smoking gun covered in mud.

Xiong Dawu and Yang Ling lost thirty grenades in a marksmanship test, and their hearts are now full of resentment, so naturally they will not give up this opportunity to ridicule the old smoking gun.

The old cigarette gun wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up and straightened his rickety body, and said: "Blind bear, is Lao Tzu digging graves and caring about your, hehe, you just wait to be bombed." ”

After the old smoking gun finished speaking, he began to wave his arms and began to dig trenches, ignoring Xiong Dawu, who was sneering there.

Seeing the old smoking gun ignoring himself, Xiong Dawu himself felt bored, returned to his position, watched the old smoking gun and they worked hard, and still remembered the last sentence of the old smoking gun, you wait to be bombed.

Damn, can you hide from Lao Tzu's bombing? Xiong Dawu didn't believe it, and the devil's shells didn't have eyes, so no one could escape when they were bombarded.

Although Xiong Dawu comforted himself like this, but looking at the trenches that the old smoking gun was digging deeper and deeper, the more uneasy he felt in his heart, damn, if there is such a deep trench, maybe he can really dodge the bombs of the devil and increase the chance of survival.

The old smoking gun is as big as himself, he doesn't know a few words, he knows his old background, he won't dig the trench so deep for no reason, it must be the attention of that kid again, Xiong Dawu's eyes fell on Yang Ling, who was wielding the shovel.

Thinking of Yang Ling's amazing marksmanship, Xiong Dawu felt that Yang Ling was definitely not simple, although he didn't know what to do with digging the trench so deeply, but Lao Tzu couldn't lag behind the old smoking gun.

"Get up for Lao Tzu, dig trenches, and dig deep." Xiong Dawu stood up and kicked the soldier who was sleeping with a gun next to him, shouting loudly.

Although the soldiers of the first company didn't know what kind of crazy thing their company commander was doing, but since the company commander had spoken, they had to do it if they didn't do it, and they slowly stood up and began to learn the old smoking gun, and they began to dig down the trenches, and the surrounding companies watched them do it, as if it would be contagious, although they didn't know why they did it, but it didn't hurt to think that digging a little deeper, and they all followed suit.