Yang Ling's temporary command post was set up under a few large trees at the back of the mountain, and the brothers of the guard squad were busy arranging camouflage with cut branches. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The weather in September was extremely hot, and Yang Ling walked around the positions of the various companies in the mountains, and he was already sweating, and his throat was as dry as fire.

He tore open the wind buckle on the top of his military uniform, loosened the belt, unscrewed the kettle and poured a sip of cold water, and then he felt a little smoother.

"Is the phone set up?" Yang Ling grabbed the communications platoon commander who was about to go out and asked.

The communications platoon commander stopped and replied: "The telephone squad is pulling the line, it's almost there." ”

Yang Ling ordered: "We must ensure smooth communication to the positions of each company—"

"Yes!" The communications platoon commander answered and went straight to the telephone shift on the hillside that was pulling the line.

Although Yang Ling was the main force of the Central Army, they were not equipped with radio stations at the regimental and battalion levels, and their third battalion had a telephone squad.

"What about Deputy Battalion Commander Zhou?" Yang Ling looked around, didn't see the old smoking gun, and asked Huzi who had been following him.

"I just saw him go ahead with some of his brothers." Huzi pointed to the east side of the mountain ridge and said.

Turning over the mountain and then going on is the position set up by the devil in Minshan, what is the old smoking gun taking people there for?

Do you want to surrender the devil? However, Yang Ling's idea was only a flash and was quickly dispelled, if the old smoking gun really wanted to surrender to the devil, he would not wait until today.

Yang Ling grabbed his belt and walked out of the command post: "Let's go, let's take a look." ”

But as soon as Yang Ling and the others walked out, there was a thunderbolt of gunfire on the other side of the mountain.

Hearing that the gunshot was hit by the little devil's 38 big cover, Yang Ling suddenly felt a pang in his heart, thinking that the devil had counterattacked, so he grabbed the gun and rushed to the top of the mountain quickly.

However, when they rushed to the top of the mountain, they found that the brothers of a platoon guarding here were standing on the position, shouting loudly in the direction of Minshan, without any nervousness.

"Regimental deputy!" Seeing Yang Ling running over, they all raised their hands in unison and saluted.

"Where's the gun?" Yang Ling asked anxiously.

The platoon commander pointed to the open space between them and the devil and replied, "The deputy battalion commander is digging the devil's small steel cannon over there." ”

The mountain ridge where they had built their position was only about a mile away from the Minshan position occupied by the devils, and the area between the two sides was covered with corpses because of the battle just now, and there were many weapons scattered on the ground.

Yang Ling looked up and saw that the old smoking gun was rushing back with a few brothers carrying ammunition boxes and two grenadiers.

The devil soldiers guarding the Minshan Mountain kept grabbing and shooting, and the bullets kept falling behind the old smoking guns, hitting the ground and the mud pillars and flesh flying.

"Nonsense!" Looking at this heart-pounding scene, Yang Ling was a little angry, for the sake of two grenadiers, wouldn't it be a big loss if he put his life into it.

Fortunately, the old smoking guns rushed back to the position without danger, and the devils who chased after them looked at the machine guns on the mountain ridge, and they all retreated stupidly.

"Hehe, I got two small steel cannons, and this trip is not a loss."

The old smoker was tired and panting, and when he saw those little devils retreating, his face was full of pride.

Although Yang Ling wanted to blame the old smoking gun, he also knew that he was worried that they would not be able to block the attack of the devil due to their lack of heavy firepower, and he also had good intentions, and he couldn't say anything about the blame.

"Old company commander, you are now the deputy battalion commander, don't be so reckless next time, if there is a mistake, I will feel a loss for a hundred small steel cannons." Yang Ling said earnestly.

The old smoking gun also heard the concern in Yang Ling's words, but he didn't expect him to weigh so much in Yang Ling's heart, and he also nodded and said: "Don't worry, my old bones still want to live for two more years, and I won't go next time." ”

Seeing that the old smoking gun directly admitted his mistake, Yang Ling did not pursue it.

The old smoking gun they got back two grenadiers and three boxes of grenades, which was a relief for Yang Ling, who lacked heavy firepower.

"Find two brothers who will use them when it is critical." The old smoking gun instructed the platoon commander guarding the hill.

"Yes!"

The platoon commander who got the grenadier was immediately happy, and there were two Czech light machine guns in their platoon, which greatly increased the firepower of their platoon.

"Don't bombard, you kid, and pay attention to supporting friendly forces when the time comes." When the old smoker saw the platoon commander who was excited to grab the grenadier canister, he didn't forget to remind him.

"Deputy battalion commander, rest assured, we promise not to waste it, and we will bombard the devils in the pile!"

Yang Ling saw that the old smoking gun came back safely, so he relieved his heart, explained that he should pay attention to preventing the attack of devils, and went straight to the wounded soldier area in the ravine when he went down the mountain.

The wounded soldiers were hiding in the woods in the ravine, and before they could get closer, Yang Ling and them smelled a strong bloody smell from a distance.

The brethren were brave on the battlefield without frowning, but the bloody wounds made them suffer from the pain at the moment.

Looking at these blackened and painful faces, Yang Ling's heart also became heavy.

"Deputy ..... Coming, a brother with a dark red bandage on his head struggled to get up and salute.

"Lie down, lie down." Yang Ling hurriedly stepped forward and let him lie on the stretcher again.

Looking at this brother whose body was half stained red with blood, Yang Ling could imagine how brave he was in the face of the little devil.

"Deputy of the regiment, I slaughtered three little devils......"

"Take good care of your injuries, and after you take care of it, we will continue to kill devils." Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder and comforted.

Yang Ling stood up and looked at the brothers lying in pain in the forest, and his heart ached faintly.

"Kiko—"

"Yes!" The medical platoon commander, Kiko, rushed over.

Yang Ling pointed to the wounded soldiers who were screaming in pain and instructed: "Organize a stretcher team and send the seriously wounded to the field hospital of the rear division as soon as possible." ”

"Deputy of the regiment, we don't have enough manpower, can you transfer some people for us to help." Kiko pleaded.

In the past, when their troops were fighting, they would organize local people to organize stretcher teams to carry the wounded, but this time the troops rushed into the battlefield, and they couldn't keep up with just a medical platoon.

"You also know the situation in our battalion, the troops are overstretched, and now we really can't pull out people." Yang Ling was also very embarrassed.

"Chief Yang, we can help carry the wounded." At this moment, Major Sichuan Army, whose fingers were broken by a bullet, walked over.

"Why haven't you pulled down yet?"

After the battle, Yang Ling asked the major of the Sichuan army to lead the people to withdraw, after all, they received the order to withdraw, but they did not expect them to stay on the battlefield.

The major of the Sichuan army replied: "The Minshan position was lost in our hands, and if we don't take it back, how can we withdraw." ”

"You're hurt?" Yang Ling said with the hanging right hand of the major of the Sichuan Army.

Major Sichuan Jun raised his bloody hand and said, "It's just that two fingers are broken......"

"Kiko, hurry up and bandage him." Yang Ling instructed Xizi.