The wounded were sent down in a steady stream from the Wanjialing direction, and the brothers who were sent down were lying on the stretcher with blood and flesh blurred, and their lives were unknown, and the brothers who had broken their arms and legs were howling miserably.

The brothers who served as reserve troops crowded on the side of the road, watching the waves of wounded being carried down, and their hearts were tugging.

"Brother, how was the fight going up front?"

Seeing the wounded soldiers who were dirty and broken, and who were helping each other down, some brothers couldn't help but surround them and ask about the situation at the front.

The wounded who had been withdrawn were numb and tired, and they said weakly: "Our division is still leading people in front, and the little devil is crazy."

"What about your casualties?" Company commander Su Er grabbed the wounded soldier who was about to leave and asked.

The wounded soldier's face was full of grief, and he pointed to several brothers wrapped in blood-stained gauze beside him, and replied in a low voice: "There are only so many people left in our company......

"Brother, I'm sorry ......"

Seeing that a reorganized company of more than 100 people had survived less than five, Su Er was shocked and uneasy at the same time, regretting that asking such a thing poked them in the sore spot.

The brother waved his hand and said, "You are also getting up, so be ready to do your best."

He shook his head and limped into the ranks of wounded soldiers.

The brothers were all troops who had fought many tough battles, and seeing the wounded soldiers who had withdrawn, they could also feel that the battle of Wanjialing was not as easy as they expected.

But they did not receive the order to go to the front, and could only wait in torment, excited and nervous.

"Jingle Bell ......" The telephone rang urgently, and the staff officer on duty quickly picked up the phone.

"This is the ...... of the 301st Regiment" Before the staff officer on duty finished speaking, the voice of the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao came from there.

"Let your head Yang Ling listen to the phone-"

Hearing the hurried voice of the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao, the staff officer on duty said wait a minute, and hurriedly shouted to Yang Ling, who was having lunch in the courtyard: "Regiment seat, brigade seat phone-"

Yang Ling hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks, ran to the house and picked up the phone.

"Brigade, I'm Yang Ling."

"Yang Ling, I order your regiment to assemble quickly, immediately set off to the front line of Changling to replace the 58th Division, and you must stabilize your position before dark!"

Brigade Commander Zhou Zhidao's speech was very fast, Yang Ling could hear his excitement, they finally didn't have to wait here.

Yang Ling stepped forward and replied, "Yes!"

After Yang Ling hung up the phone, he turned his head and found that the staff officers of the regiment headquarters were crowded at the door with bowls, looking at him with a smile.

He took a deep breath and ordered with a serious face: "Inform the whole group to gather immediately, we are going up!"

When the staff officers heard this, they immediately dispersed excitedly.

"Assemble! Don't eat it! Assemble now! ”

"We're going up! Bring your own stuff! ”

Soon the battalions that were having lunch rang out with the slightly excited shouts of the officers.

The brothers, who had been preparing for many days, grabbed their guns and ran out while hanging bullet belts on their bodies.

For a time the whole camp was boiling, and everywhere there were brothers running in a hurry, chaotic and noisy.

The adjutants, staff officers, regimental attachments, and miscellaneous personnel of the regimental headquarters also packed documents, folded maps, and gathered telephone lines, preparing to move the regimental headquarters forward.

Yang Ling was also dressed in military uniform, tightened his belt, buckled the steel helmet on his head, and grabbed Zhang Qingyun, the chief of staff who walked into the regiment headquarters.

"Chief of Staff Zhang, I'll lead the troops up first, and you will take the regimental headquarters and miscellaneous personnel to follow."

"Tuanza ......"

Chief of Staff Zhang Qingyun wanted to say something, but Yang Ling had already strode out, leaving him with a tall back.

"Tuanza! The first battalion is assembled! ”

"The second battalion is assembled!"

"The heavy machine gun company directly under the regiment has been assembled!"

……

In just over 10 minutes, all the brothers were quickly assembled.

The military situation is urgent, Yang Ling has no extra nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, he said: "Let's go, the target is Changling!"

Yang Ling and his entire regiment of more than 3,000 brothers drove out of the camp and went straight to Changling along the road.

The 302nd Regiment, the 305th Regiment, and the 306th Regiment under the 51st Division also received orders to go to the battlefield.

For a time, people on the road walked on the road, horses walked on the road, and there were crowds of people as far as the eye could see, swords and guns were like a forest, and an atmosphere of solemnity and murder was permeated.

It was only a distance of more than 10 kilometers from De'an County to the Changling battlefield, but there were too many troops, and the vehicles transporting ammunition and materials, the wounded, and the troops going to the front line were all crowded together.

Fortunately, the wounded who retreated and the baggage wagons on the road all retreated to the side of the road in time, allowing Yang Ling and them to pass quickly.

"Quick! Run forward! The officers galloped across their horses and shouted loudly.

The mighty team moved quickly in the direction of Wanjialing like a winding snake, and thousands of heavy footsteps stepped on the sky full of smoke and dust, and for a time the road covered the sky with smoke and dust.

The officers were anxious and urged the troops to quicken their pace, and the brothers ran one by one, sweating profusely and panting.

The brothers ran the more than 10-kilometer journey almost without stopping, and after entering the mountainous area, the sound of gunfire was clearly audible.

The planes of the devil soldiers circled in the sky like crows, dropping bombs, and the mountains burned and billowed smoke.

Yang Ling and the brothers of the 301st Regiment rushed to the foot of Changling Mountain, and at this moment, Changling had been scorched into a scorched earth.

The ravines were littered with stinking corpses and puffs of dried blood, and swarms of flies swirled black and stenched.

The 58th Division fought with the devils here for two days and nights, and only a few hundred of the more than 10,000 people remained, and the corpses of the sacrificed officers and soldiers were spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

"Lu Xing, you lead the first battalion to attack forward from the mountain col on the left, Chen Ming, you lead the second battalion to attack and advance to the right, and the rest of the people rush up from the front with me!"

Yang Ling gasped and quickly arranged the task, and the three battalion commanders immediately took their respective troops to take care of the rest and started the operation.

The brethren ran with weak soles on their feet, but when they heard the gunshots nearby, they knew that the brethren of the 58th Division who were still alive could not hold on, so they forced themselves to get up and attack forward with their respective commanders.

Yang Ling personally led the special agent company, heavy machine gun company, grenadier company and the third battalion directly under the regiment to the main hill of Changling.

The brethren of the spy company were the big heads, and they carried their guns, alternately covering and quickly leaping towards the top of the hill.

Along the way, there were corpses that were blown up so that they could not see clearly, both Chinese officers and soldiers, as well as small devils, and the dried blood made the scorched earth dark.

The air was filled with the smell of scorching and blood, and there was a battle on the mountain, but listening to the gunshots, most of them were the sound of the devil's 38th Dagai, and there were not many brothers in the 58th Division alive.