The cold wind swept through the yellow treetops, blowing away the strong and choking bloody breath, and the breathing finally became much smoother and soothing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The dead have a place for the dead, and the living naturally have a place for the living.

It's white when you're dead, you don't have to think about anything, you don't have to do anything, lying in this cold and damp Jiangnan, letting your body rot and turn into that stinky sludge.

But he could still breathe and be alive, he was really worried, Yang Ling dusted off the dirt all over his body, making himself look cleaner and neater.

The old smoker and Li Mazi stood on the position full of dead people, like two thin and bare tree trunks, alone and allowed the cold wind to pour into their tattered clothes, and then they were cold.

The body is cold, but the heart is hot, the old smoking gun stretched out his sleeve and wiped his eyes, he saw clearly, standing not far in front of him is indeed Yang Ling, he is not dead, I hope to take root in the heart of the old smoking gun.

Yang Ling is not a god, just an ordinary person, the soldiers who followed Yang Ling were dead and wounded, so far only he and Li Mazi are still alive, Yang Ling is not a strong person, and there is no guarantee that everyone will live.

But when Yang Ling stood there, the old smoker suddenly felt that he had a backbone and confidence in his heart.

Although Yang Ling did not fulfill his promise and did not leave this damn battlefield alive with them, the old smoking gun could not afford to blame and complain in his heart.

There are devils' steel guns and cannons in front, and behind them are those cold-faced warlords, except for being shot through the body and then falling or being blown to pieces by the iron bumps falling from the sky, in the end they can only suffocate and die with resentment all over their bodies, becoming part of the corpses on the ground.

Although Yang Ling didn't leave the battlefield alive with them, the old smoking gun felt different, at least they could die in battle with dignity and not have to die aggrieved.

In the past, many of them didn't even see the face of the devil in the face of the devil's plane and heavy artillery, and many people were imagining what the devil looked like before they died.

The appearance of Yang Ling allows them not to die so aggrieved, at least they have the opportunity to fight back, they have the opportunity to fight with the devil head-on, life and death are famous and rich in the sky, and it is much better to be able to die in battle in a dignified manner than to die in a dignified way.

Last night's brutal white-knuckle battle wiped out the devils on the battlefield, played the prestige of the Chinese soldiers, and showed the bloody nature of the Chinese soldiers, but the Chinese soldiers who killed 1,000 enemies and lost 800 themselves, and the Chinese soldiers who fought the counteroffensive positions of more than 300 were almost exhausted.

Yang Ling bent down and picked up the gray dirty hat from the fluffy dirt, and dusted the dirt with his hands, revealing the blue sky and white sun badge that glittered above the brim, since he wore this hat, he had to do his part.

Although most of the people are exhausted, but they are still alive, they have to defend this position, otherwise it is meaningless to pay such a big price to kill so many people.

Yang Ling didn't feel that he was such a brave and senseless person, nor did he have the consciousness of dying with the devil, but he was so discouraged to evacuate, there was always some unwillingness in his heart, so many people died, and the people who were alive had to do something.

Yang Ling didn't plan to fight the devil to the death, there were only two tired wooden stakes standing in front of him, there were enough dead people, there was no need to shed blood in vain.

However, the gray evacuation is not his style, and even if he wants to withdraw, he must make the devils suffer, let them know that they are trampling on the land of the Chinese, and they need to pay a certain price.

Li Mazi lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Yang Ling, his dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through his soul through his torn clothes, and see the timidity, fear and cowardice in his heart.

Yang Ling didn't intend to blame Li Mazi, when their death squad attacked forward last night, he knew that Li Mazi didn't follow, in this bloody battlefield, not everyone was so brave.

In other words, most people are afraid and afraid, and they don't want to throw their lives away in this war that has no chance of winning, but they have to rush forward in the face of orders until they are shot and fall.

Li Mazi just magnified the fear in his heart into action, and the fault was not Li Mazi, but this damn war, but the culprits who started it, those Japanese devils.

If there is no war, Li Mazi may be like most Chinese, marry a wife and have children, and then live a life full of children and grandchildren, without fear and come to the damned battlefield.

Yang Ling originally thought that Li Mazi was a deserter, and it was good to run far away, even animals had a struggle to survive, let alone people, but he didn't expect that he didn't run away, but came back.

The old smoking gun was stared at by Yang Ling uncomfortably, and he lowered his head to look at his tattered military uniform blackened with gunpowder, there was nothing wrong?

"Don't be stunned, gather ammo."

After Yang Ling dropped such a sentence, he began to bury his head and start to get busy.

After hearing Yang Ling's words, the old smoking gun's dead heart was alive again, and he could at least do some of it when he followed Yang Ling to fight devils, which was better than fighting blindly.

He slung the rifle cross-body over his shoulder, and began to crouch down to untie the armed belt tied to the devil's body, collecting ammunition to definitely fight the devil, he was excited and worried about how long he would live.

When he was alone, he thought that he didn't want to run anymore, just like the dead robe, there were people who died on the Huangquan Road here, anyway, they all had to pull a few devils on their backs before they died, and they were full of pride in their hearts at that time.

But now that he saw Yang Ling, the old smoking gun's desire to survive began to resurge, and he suddenly felt that death was a terrible thing, and his contradictory heart had been repeatedly entangled.

Li Mazi originally hoped that Yang Ling could say a word to persuade the old smoking gun, and then they could abandon this position and seek a way to live, but Yang Ling said a word and collected ammunition.

Li Mazi now regrets not falling in his heart, he can run away by himself, it doesn't matter if he is a deserter, he has to come back to wade into this troubled water, and put his life into it.

"Li Mazi, what are you doing in a daze, didn't you hear Brother Yang say about collecting ammunition."

The old smoking gun was holding a large handful of 6.5 mm bullets in his hand, as well as a few devil's melon grenades, and when he turned around, he saw that Li Mazi's pestle was not moving in place, and he opened his mouth to urge.

Three lonely figures were busy on the dead-filled position, although they knew that the position could not be held, but they also had to make a final dying struggle.

Three miles away from the position, the devil Shaozuo's cowhide boots stepped on the ridge, stained with mud, and he held a telescope to observe the Chinese defenders' positions opposite.