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Against a gray background, a raised figure in a gray military uniform stood on a damp ridge, and under the gray brim of his hat was an expressionless face.

The remnants of the 61st Division were transferred to Songjiang under the order of Huang Jie, commander of the Eighth Army, and they were to build a position in the area of Zhaojiajiao to defend against devils in the direction of the Huangpu River.

Yang Ling is a sixty-one person, and he is also an unlucky person who drinks cold water and stuffs his teeth, the sixty-first division has withdrawn, but he has to stay here to carry out a new mission.

Yang Ling was promoted again, from deputy company commander to company commander of the escort company, but his mood was even worse.

The cold wind blew, and he reached out and tightened the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent heart.

Fate likes to play jokes, like a drowning man, desperately struggling to survive, but the more he struggles, the more he sinks to the bottom.

Yang Ling wanted to leave the battlefield alive, but after an order from above, he had to re-enter the battlefield where bullets were flying, and his mood was a little bad.

Of course, he was not the only one who was in a bad mood, and the more than 30 soldiers with depressed faces who were lying or lying under the ridge were also extremely depressed.

Everyone wants to live, but the wish is beautiful, but the reality is extremely cruel, and they are temporarily transferred to stay in charge of protecting a health team to the front line.

The fighting on the front line of Yunzaohama has entered a white heat, in the face of the devil's aircraft and artillery, the defenders suffered heavy casualties, the wounded rose sharply and could not be delivered, and the rear had to temporarily form a medical team to risk the danger to go to the battlefield to rescue.

In this era when doctors are scarce, the health team members who can simply bandage and treat wounds are also treasures, and they are extremely expensive, at least more important than ordinary soldiers like Yang Ling.

Identity determines status, the health team can save lives and help the wounded, and Yang Ling They can only kill people with guns, so Yang Ling is destined to be the unlucky handful of people.

The task of protecting the health team is actually very simple, if it is a fat shortage in normal times, you only need to stand guard, but this is a battlefield, and you have to go to the front line where the war is raging, and the simplicity becomes complicated.

Battlefield is not a simple word, it means a rain of bullets, gunsmoke and blood, and most importantly, the lives on the battlefield are not one's own.

Yang Ling hated the feeling of not being able to control his own destiny, but now he had to go to the battlefield and carry out the damn mission.

But as a soldier, it is his duty to obey orders, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he has to jump down, there is no choice, this is a soldier, sad and helpless.

Yang Ling now finally experienced the state of mind of the old smoking gun at that time, knowing that he couldn't beat the devil, but as soon as the charge horn sounded, he had to rush up and fight with the devil, it was unlucky to die, and it was lucky to be alive.

Since fate cannot be changed, then face it bravely.

Yang Ling took off the 38 big cover on his shoulder and sat down, took out the yellow bullets from his pocket and pressed them into the chamber one by one, this mission is destined to not be so easy, if you want to live, you have to be fully prepared.

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"Company commander, they're coming." The sentry Jiao Chaoming bent over, holding a Hanyang-made rifle in his hand, and rushed over from a distance.

Yang Ling stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at the end of the dirt road, a team with a medicine box was walking quickly towards this side, judging from their outfits, they were the people he wanted to protect.

He stood up and put the bullet-ridden 38 cover on his shoulder again, his eyes swept over the slump under the ridge, and the dejected soldiers ordered: "Don't be stunned, gather and prepare to go."

The frustrated soldiers stood up with a curse, very reluctant, and they were in a bad mood.

In fact, no one can be in a good mood to go to the battlefield where they may die at any time, they finally withdrew, and now they can't escape that fate after going around and around.

The atmosphere was a little dull, lifeless and depressing, and the soldiers looked at the health team walking in the distance with unfriendly eyes, full of resentment, thinking that you should stay in the safe rear and go to the front line, and you will be dragged to death as a cushion, what is this called?

Looking at the loose and demoralized soldiers, Yang Ling coughed heavily, and finally focused everyone's eyes on himself.

"I don't know what you think in your hearts now, and I don't want to know, I only have one request now, before the completion of this mission, the order will be forbidden, if anyone violates the chain, don't blame me Yang Ling turned his face and was ruthless."

Yang Ling's voice was not loud, but it was loud, and every soldier could hear it clearly, looking at the thin and tall figure standing on the ridge, the distraught soldiers felt a trace of calm for no reason.

Yang Ling didn't talk a lot of nonsense, nor did he give an impassioned speech to boost morale, he just made the simplest disciplinary requirements for these soldiers under his command.

It was the short and powerful discipline requirements that made the soldiers see the strength and ruthlessness revealed in Yang Ling's bones.

They are all veterans on the battlefield, and they naturally know what kind of commander can take them to live, not a chattering commander like a girl, but a decisive and strong commander like Yang Ling.

Yang Ling didn't wait for the soldiers standing under the ridge to react and agree, since he was the temporary commander of the escort company, his words were orders, and they were not allowed to put forward conditions and refuse, the only thing they needed to do was to carry it out.

"Dismiss now, check the weapons and ammunition, and set off in five minutes." Yang Ling waved his hand, regardless of the various expressions of the soldiers there, and turned to meet the health team who was striding over.

Seeing that Yang Ling turned around and left after saying a few words, the soldiers looked at each other, thinking that this commander of theirs really cherished words like gold.

However, since Yang Ling had already given them an order and found something to do for them, they didn't have time to lament that they were unlucky, they would still come, they couldn't escape, it was better to be well prepared, maybe they could still live.

The soldiers scattered and began to busily check their weapons and ammunition, and the decadent frustration of Fang Cai disappeared invisibly.

"May I ask if you are Company Commander Yang?"

Zhang Hongying, the head of the health team, waved his hand to stop the health team who was in a hurry, looked at the young thin officer who came up, and asked uncertainly.

Zhang Hongying's voice is crisp, like a warm spring breeze, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Yang Ling's dark and deep gaze swept from head to toe the somewhat handsome young girl standing in front of him with a medical kit on her shoulder, and nodded.

Zhang Hongying's face was flushed with joy because of the hurry, and she happily stretched out her white hand: "Hello, Company Commander Yang, I am Zhang Hongying, the captain of the health team."

Yang Ling hesitated slightly, stretched out his dirty hand embarrassedly, shook it gently, and introduced himself: "I am Yang Ling, the temporary head of the guard company."

After some greetings, Yang Ling looked at the dusty people, and the somewhat tired guards asked Zhang Hongying, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

Zhang Hongying stretched out her hand and stroked the hair on her forehead: "I heard that there are many wounded in front, we can save one more person if we arrive one minute early, we won't rest, let's continue to hurry."

Since Zhang Hongying has made a decision, Yang Ling shrugged his shoulders and did not object, anyway, they are only responsible for protecting the safety of the health team, as long as there are no safety issues involved, everything is up to the health team.