The light faded and darkness returned to the earth, and in the twilight six Japanese planes with blood-colored plaster flags roared across the sky in a violent explosion and firelight, and disappeared at the end of the sky, ending the day's bombing mission. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ruined village standing on the bank of the river was in ruins, the ruins were all over the rubble, the fire was crackling and burning, and the bloody corpses lay in the burning ruins, long gone.

The surviving soldiers were busy in the firelight, rescuing the wounded who were not dead, and the shouts, curses, and groans of pain filled the place with an uproar.

In fact, the continuous bombing of Japanese planes had already turned the village into ruins, and the retreating soldiers thought that the devil planes would no longer pay attention to this place, and used it as a camp.

Who knew that the bomb was dropped by a passing devil plane again, many people thought that the day was over, and they could finally live one more night, but fate played a joke again, and in the end they still didn't get through, this is fate, you can't escape, you can't earn it.

The corpses were lifted out of the rubble one by one, and the blood that seeped out of it flowed into the mud pool, and the water in the mud pool turned blood red, and finally seeped into the land of blood and tears.

Yang Ling's tired bodies appeared at the end of the muddy road, and slowly approached the nameless village that had become a ruin, looking at the new graves standing on the side of the road, and there was no expression on their faces that were blackened by the smoke of gunpowder.

Along the way, such scenes were repeated in front of their eyes like a black-and-white movie, those who knew and didn't know were dead, some were in the wilderness, some were lying in the cold and damp pit, the original anger had turned into numbness, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations.

In this battlefield of flesh and blood, they are so humble, so powerless, when people are wiped out in batches in the fire, they really understand what it means to be human life, and anger can no longer express the pain they have accumulated in their hearts.

The only thing they can hope for now is to be able to live, whether it is to survive one more night, and it is already a great honor for them to be able to withdraw compared to the friendly troops who are desperately fighting on the front line.

"You guys are that part?"

Looking at the remnants of the soldiers standing in the mud and walking like the walking dead, several Overseer soldiers with black armbands on a white background blocked their way.

The old cigarette gun reached out and wiped the cloth on his chest that proved his identity: "We are from the 61st Division, and we have been ordered to retreat and recuperate."

The platoon commander of the overseer team stepped forward, carefully checked the signs that were covered by gunsmoke and mud, and finally waved them to let them go: "Keep walking a few hundred meters and see a house that is the containment point of your 61st Division."

The old smoking gun originally had a military officer certificate, but he didn't know where it fell in the fierce battles, and even his dry smoking gun, which he always kept in his hand, was blown up and shattered, which made him miss it very much.

The roads were muddy from the heavy rains, and the low-lying puddles were mottled with filthy mud and blood.

Walking along the side of the smoke-emitting ruined village, along the dirt road for hundreds of meters, the house that the Overseers had spoken of came into view.

The house was built on the bank of the river, two hundred meters near the dirt road, and it was a little blurry in the deep twilight, and a fire was lit around the house, around which groups of soldiers surrounded it, and the smell of porridge filled the air.

The fragrance of the porridge made the hungry Yang Ling and the others can't help but speed up their pace, and they can't care about their shoes in the mud pond, they urgently need to fill their stomachs.

The wound on the fat man's ass collapsed, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm, he had a special emotion for eating, and he used to not be hungry in order to be full.

Now the fat man has a different definition, that is, to live well, to fight devils when he is full, and to avenge the dead Luo Ziqiang.

The secretary of the division headquarters was in charge of registering the withdrawn troops, and with dark eyes, he looked less like a soldier and more like a scholar.

"Which regiment are you?" The clerk looked up, pushed his dark eyes, and stared at the tattered remnants in front of him.

"I am the supplementary company of the third battalion of the 361st regiment, and I am the company commander Zhou Fugui." The old smoking gun, supported by a remnant soldier, reported to his home, pointed to the rest of the people, and introduced: "They are also from the 361st Regiment."

The clerk was slightly stunned, in his memory, the old smoking gun was the only person who came to report to the 361st Regiment at present.

However, after being slightly stunned, he lowered his head and immediately took up a pen and registered them one by one on the papyrus.

The entire 61st Division suffered heavy losses, many battalions and companies were basically killed, and only a few were able to withdraw here, but there was no way to do it, the equipment gap with the devils was too big, and they could only use flesh and blood to offset the equipment gap.

After the registration was completed, each of them successfully received two taels of millet and two pieces of multigrain cakes, although the clerk told them that it was three days' rations, so that they could save some food.

But as soon as he took a few steps, the old cigarette gun couldn't wait to stuff the multigrain cake into his mouth, and it looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.

His mouth was swallowing multigrain cakes like dates, and he spoke indistinctly: "Damn, I'm starving to death......

The rest of the remnants of the soldiers were no better, they were all gobbling up to their mouths, they had been fighting with the devils for several days and nights, and they had long run out of food.

The devil's artillery blockade was too strong, and the supplies behind them could not be delivered, and they were already hungry, and now that they were withdrawing, they felt that they could eat a cow.

"I want to eat enough to live to fight devils, fight devils, fight devils......" The fat man Tian San tore the multigrain cake hard, as if the multigrain cake had a grudge against him, and muttered inarticulately.

The most elegant eater is Yang Ling, although he feels that his stomach is empty, but he still endures to eat the multigrain cake piece by piece, he knows that he has been hungry for too long, and he suddenly eats too much and his stomach can't absorb it, and he may die of bloating.

"Eat less, don't make it to the end." Yang Ling looked at the old smoking guns, and they gobbled them up and stuffed them into their mouths, opening their mouths to stop them.

Fortunately, Yang Ling's words were still more effective, although everyone was very hungry, but in the end they still didn't swallow the second piece of multigrain cake into their stomachs.

The banks of the river were littered with the remnants of the soldiers who had been withdrawn lying down, all unkempt and exhausted, some of them lying on their backs and falling asleep on the ground after eating, and some of the wounded soldiers could not help but let out groans of pain.

Yang Ling and the others searched for a long time before they found a small piece of slightly dry place on the edge of the river bank as a campsite.

"Xiao Jiao, you go over there to pick up some firewood, let's boil millet porridge." After the old smoking gun sat down, he pushed a remnant soldier next to him and ordered.

Although the old smoking gun was wounded, he was still the company commander, and the official authority was still there, and after he gave the order, the remnant immediately unloaded the rifle on his shoulder and ran to collect firewood.

During the day, the devil's plane has been hovering overhead, and they don't dare to light a fire, for fear that the fireworks will attract bombing, but at night there is no devil's plane, but they can rest assured that they can boldly light the fire and cook.

The remnants of the soldiers were busy boiling millet porridge, while Yang Ling walked around their temporary camp, knowing the surrounding situation well, a habit he had cultivated over the years.

It was still some distance from Dachang Town, and they camped by the river in Zoumatang, several miles from the battlefield, but they could sleep peacefully.

After making sure that the surrounding environment was safe, Yang Ling cut several large bundles of reed poles and returned to the camp, the ground was very humid, and it was much better to have reed poles under him than to lie on the wet ground.