The autumn rain continued, and the light rain covered the sky and the earth like a gray veil, and all the scenery in the field of vision was gray and unreal.

The troops of several armies were crowded on the muddy road to Hunan, the car horns were constantly ringing, noisy and chaotic, and the refugees with their families were trudging through the light rain, and the long line could not be forgotten at a glance.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

The motorists leaned out of the windows and shouted, but there were so many people crowded on the road that the line crawled slowly like snails.

From time to time, cars rolled over mud puddles, splashing a large amount of muddy water on the officers and men on the roadside, causing a flurry of curses.

After winning the battle, they had to retreat, and the mood of the officers and men was depressed, and their tempers became extremely bad, and they would scold and even move if they disagreed.

From the Nanxun Line to the Wanjialing Battlefield, although the troops of several armies commanded by General Xue Yue always firmly controlled the battlefield situation, the price paid was tens of thousands of casualties among officers and soldiers.

Among these retreating officers and soldiers, almost all of them knew each other on the battlefield, unable to wake up again, and their hearts were uncomfortable and their emotions could not be vented.

Under the rain, the atmosphere was dull and depressing, and compared to the cold autumn rain, the refugees who had left their homes were also full of misery.

Although this is a strategic retreat of the Chinese army on its own initiative after fighting with the devils for four or five months and consuming a large amount of the devils' vital strength, for the troops and refugees, there is no difference between being forced to retreat and retreating on their own initiative.

Several elite divisions of the 11th Army commanded by Okamura Ninji had already chased after them from behind in order to avenge the encirclement and annihilation of the 106th Division.

The troops acting as the rearguard and the devil forward had already exchanged fire, and the rumbling cannon sound was like muffled thunder, constantly coming from the end of the sky behind them, making the retreating team even more annoyed and anxious.

The air was already chilling under the autumn rains, and the ragged brethren of the 301st Regiment were rocking in bumpy cars, far better than those of the friendly troops who were retreating on foot.

The troops of the 74th Army were almost exhausted in the battle of Wanjialing, but the bloody battle of Changling in Zhanggushan also made them famous in the first battle and became a glorious heroic unit.

They belonged to the descendants of the Central Army, and this battle was fought brilliantly, and under the deliberate instruction of some people, they were vigorously publicized by major newspapers, and for a time everyone in the whole country knew about it.

But behind this scenery is the cynicism and cold eyes of friendly troops, after all, in addition to the 74th Army, a large number of troops such as the 4th and 66th armies participated in the battle of Wanjialing, and all units paid heavy casualties.

Now, in order to publicize this victory, the Central Military Commission has established the 74th Army, which is a descendant of the Central Army, into a heroic unit capable of fighting tough battles, and has only brushed aside the rest of the troops participating in the battle, which naturally aroused the dissatisfaction and grievances of friendly officers and men.

The 74th Army was pushed down on the cusp of the storm, and on the surface it looked infinitely beautiful, but in the background, the gap between it and friendly forces was getting bigger and bigger.

The officers and men of the 74th Army made great sacrifices for this honor, and they felt that they deserved to receive the commendation telegram and the vigorous propaganda, and they should not be slandered.

And the other participating troops vented their grievances on the 74th Army, which was unrivaled for a while, because the upper peak did not care about them.

As a result, the officers and men of the two sides have had frictions and clashes from time to time, and the brothers who fought side by side on the battlefield have become as if they were like the enemy.

In the face of the brawls and frictions that occur from time to time, Yang Ling is also very helpless, their grassroots combat troops actually do not have any grievances, after all, they have fought devils together, but due to the unfairness of Shangfeng's actions, they are not immune.

"Let the brothers be more patient when they encounter trouble, and engage in armed fighting and military law without authorization."

There were many clashes with friendly brothers along the way, so Yang Ling had to order to restrain his troops and prevent things from becoming bigger.

As long as these days pass, the grievances in the hearts of friendly troops have dissipated, and naturally they will not come to provoke.

Cars full of retreating officers and soldiers moved slowly on the crowded highways, and they only walked a few dozen kilometers in a whole day.

The brethren had just come out of a brutal battle, and they were all exhausted, and they had sacrificed so many brothers, and they were all silent and slept in the carriage.

In the evening, the convoy stopped at a town to prepare for camping, lifted the curtains, and in the drizzling rain, the town was already crowded with officers and soldiers and refugees in various military uniforms, and thousands of feet trampled the ground like vomiting tofu, wet and muddy, and the scene was chaotic and noisy.

"Get off, get off! Take care of your own things! ”

When the car stopped, the leaders of the battalions began to shout from car to car, and the brothers began to get out of the car.

"This ghost weather, I haven't seen the rain stop since I entered the border of Hunan......"

Zhang Qingyun, the chief of staff of the regiment, also jumped out of the car, but the mud all over the ground made his newly replaced mille-feuille bottom immediately paste a large ball of mud, and he cursed quietly while stretching out his legs and shaking the mud.

"We've been able to get this here, thanks to the rain, I see, we have to thank it." Yang Ling looked at Zhang Qingyun, the grumbling chief of staff of the regiment, and said with a smile.

"Tuanza, it's so bad in this rain that it's too late for me to scold it, why are you still thanking it?"

Yang Ling asked rhetorically: "As soon as it rains, the devil's fighter and bomber will lie down, do you think I should thank him?"

The strength of the Chinese Air Force is weak, and if you lose one plane, you have to spend a lot of money to buy one abroad, and the money you spend to buy an aircraft is enough to buy a lot of ammunition, so it is especially cherished.

As a result of this, in most of the battlefields, air supremacy is the little devil's, and in the face of the bombing and strafing of the devil's planes, the combat units on the front line are miserable.

Yang Ling can vaguely remember that when he was retreating from Shanghai, a group of devil planes bombed indiscriminately on the retreating road of the Chinese army, and the retreating road became full of corpses, and the tragic situation is still vividly remembered.

And now, although several divisions under the command of Okamura Ninji are pressing up from behind with great momentum, the Chinese roads are all dirt roads and the quality is very poor.

The tanks and heavy artillery were stuck in waiting and couldn't move, and the planes couldn't be dispatched, so I have to say that Yang Ling was lucky.

"That's right, so we really have to thank God for helping us a lot." Chief of Staff Zhang Qingyun also frowned.

"Chief of Staff Zhang, you are now the main commander of the regiment, in the future, there will be less such disturbances, we have to set an example for the brothers, what do you say?"

Zhang Qingyun also felt that it was indeed a loss of the demeanor of a senior officer to make a fuss in front of the brothers, Yang Ling said this for his good, and hurriedly agreed.

"Tuanzao, I've already arranged the accommodation." While talking, Liu Yidao, who was in charge of the front station, strode over in the mud.