In the cold mist stood a lonely village, bleak and desolate in the autumn wind, where war raged, the country was ruined, and the people were forced to become refugees. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Dashu and his party did not cross the river from the Qingyang Port Highway Bridge, because the ghost soldiers who had mixed in the retreating team there had already seized the bridge, they left the avenue, walked along the river, and found this dilapidated village, there was black smoke rising in the village, probably blown up by the devil's plane, Yang Dashu judged.

"Captain Zhang, I'll take the brothers to the front of the road, you are waiting here in hiding, if you encounter the enemy fire, you will run in the opposite direction, run as far as you can." Platoon commander Yang Dashu held a Hanyang-made in his hand and instructed Zhang Hongying, the health captain who was full of fatigue.

Most of the medical staff of these health teams are patriotic young students who have devoted themselves to protecting the country and come to the war-torn battlefield to treat the wounded and sick.

At this moment, when the army is defeated, they have become the most helpless group of people, because they are unarmed and can't fight, so they can only follow the team with the flow, and once they are caught up by the devil's pursuers, they will only be slaughtered.

Fortunately, Zhang Hongying's team was lucky, and there were at least 20 soldiers armed with weapons to protect them, and the other health teams were probably not so lucky.

Yang Dashu was originally a soldier of the 61st Division, and was temporarily transferred to the protection and health team here, and the original escort company commander was Yang Ling, but he stayed on the battlefield when he was in Yunzaobang, so the platoon commander Yang Dashu also took on the responsibility of this commander.

They suffered a lot of losses in Dachang Town, when the rescue of the wounded was too far ahead, and they were suddenly rushed in by a team of devils, if it weren't for Yang Dashu leading people to cover desperately, Zhang Hongying and they would have been reimbursed.

After that battle, their escort company was disabled, and there were only more than 20 soldiers left who were still fighting, and the rest of the surviving hygienists and stretcher teams combined were only about 50 people.

"Platoon Commander Yang, pay attention to safety, we will wait for you to come back." At this moment, these 20 or so soldiers are the backbone of the health team, and Zhang Hongying can't imagine what she and others would become without their protection, but they have to go into the village to check the situation, find food and fishing boats to cross the river.

Yang Dashu wanted to say something, his mouth opened, and finally swallowed it in his stomach, straightened up and whispered to the guards around him: "Spread out, let's go into the village."

More than 20 soldiers originally belonged to the 61st Division, and they have been fighting in the bloody wind and rain on the battlefield for so long, and they can be regarded as veterans.

They scattered in a hula and searched in formation to touch the village where the situation was unknown, while Zhang Hongying and the others were nervously lying in the barren grassland outside the village, waiting for news.

Although Yang Dashu is as strong as a bear, he is very agile, he doesn't make a sound when he walks, the bullet is loaded, and he walks cautiously in front with a gun.

The rest of the soldiers are also very vigilant and walk behind the wall, this is a small village, standing by the river, just touch the entrance of the village, Yang Dashu smelled a faint smell of blood, he gestured to the back, more than 20 soldiers are playing twelve points of spirit, tense nerves.

The first house was an earthen thatched house, the door was open, and Yang Dashu stuck to the door and glanced inside, and continued to walk forward without noticing the situation.

The more you go inside, the more houses gradually increase, but the locations are uneven, some are connected to each other, some are more than ten meters apart from each other, and the dirt path becomes muddy because of the rain.

The people in the village must have fled in a hurry, with some parcels and wheelbarrows scattered on the ground, and many gates locked, but others were smashed open, and it is not known whether they were thieves or enemies who took advantage of the fire.

A soldier tried to pick up the butt of his rifle and smash the lock of a gate, but was stopped by Yang Dashu waving his hand because he heard movement ahead.

Yang Dashu lightly pressed against the wall with a gun and turned around the corner, and finally found the source of the movement.

Under the wall of the house in front of him, a large black dog with baring teeth was raising its head to meet him, and the big black dog was still hanging from the bloody minced flesh on its teeth, and it was just gnawing on a pile of dead corpses.

Seeing the big black dog with a blood-red corner of his mouth, Yang Dashu's heart was churning, and he almost couldn't help vomiting.

Barking!

After a few seconds, the big black dog opened its bloody mouth and barked at Yang Dashu, but was picked up by a soldier behind Yang Dashu and smashed it, and ran away along the muddy road, leaving a corpse in a pool of blood.

"Fuck! It must have been the little devil who did it! Looking at the corpses stacked under the walls, the soldiers' eyes were red.

There were more than a dozen corpses, no children and young adults, all of them were old people, Yang Dashu guessed that it was the old people who were unwilling to leave the village, they were all killed at the moment, he squatted down and checked, there were at least five or six bullet holes in each person's body, this was a massacre.

"Platoon commander, there's a situation over there!" A soldier pointed to the smoke-emitting house over there and whispered.

Yang Dashu was angry in his heart at the moment, and walked over there with a gun, and just a few steps away, he saw several "friendly soldiers" wearing gray military uniforms coming out of the house in front of him with guns.

The two sides were separated by more than 20 meters, and when they bumped into each other so suddenly, both sides were taken aback, looking at each other, and no one moved.

A soldier who was following Yang Dashu lowered his gun and asked, "Brother, your unit!"

It's okay not to open his mouth, this time the other party raised his gun to shoot, Yang Dashu rolled a donkey behind a wall, dodging the other party's bullets, but the few people next to him were not so lucky, the bullet penetrated their bodies, castrating into the wall behind them.

"They're devils! Give Lao Tzu a hit! Yang Dashu saw the 38 big cover in the other party's hand, and immediately thought of making up Chengguo. The devil who seized the Qingyang Port Highway Bridge immediately shouted at the top of his voice.

Makeup into the country. There are not many devil soldiers in the army, only five people, and at this moment, Yang Dashu doesn't bother to care if there are other devil soldiers nearby, and he is ready to destroy them first.

Yang Dashu put down the gun and roared with red eyes: "Little four! Take two brothers and copy their way! ”

The village is not big, Yang Dashu and their side have the advantage in numbers, although they are overshadowed by a few people, but they still have the advantage, and with the crackling bullets flying, they gradually control the situation.

Burst! A brother lying next to Yang Dashu was hit on the head by the devil, his head was tilted, and he fell into the mud.

"Little devil! you grandma! Yang Dashu pulled the bolt of the gun and shot while roaring loudly: "Fucking beat me to death!"

The number of devil soldiers is small, and when they saw Yang Dashu, they didn't want to fight, and they were not ready to fight, and they were about to leave the battle when they covered each other.

"Little devil! Die! The soldier named Xiao Si took a few people around behind the devil, and when he saw the devil coming, he directly pulled out a few grenades and threw them over, with a few rumbling sounds, it rained mud, and the ghost soldiers were blown over.

Yang Dashu roared angrily: "Rush!" took the lead in rushing forward, and shot a few shots at the devil soldiers who were still struggling on the ground, shooting at such a close distance, the flesh and blood were splashed, and soon all the ghost soldiers in Wuming makeup were killed.

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"Company commander, there's gunfire over there, should we go around." Behind an earthen beam overgrown with wild grass, Wu Jiang pointed to the village faintly poked in the distance and reported to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling was lying on a simple stretcher, wrapped like a zongzi, and was seriously injured when he broke through Jiangqiao, if it weren't for Wu Jiang's desperate efforts to grab it out, he would have died at this moment.

"Go around the village to the north, find a bamboo forest and find a way to build a raft to cross the river." Yang Ling was a little weak, but his consciousness was quite clear.

But before Yang Ling's words fell, a group of people ran over on the road in the distance, and came straight to them, leaving them hidden behind the earthen beam speechless for a while.