At the Baisha Ferry, the five pontoon bridges were swaying in the icy water, the fog had not yet dissipated, and the two sides of the ferry were crowded with troops who were going to cross the river, and the sound of scolding, cursing and shouting was mixed together, chaotic and noisy. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The roar of artillery on the front line came from afar, and the battle situation was getting worse day by day, in this plain area where there was no danger to defend, under the heavy artillery cover of the devils, the entire company and battalion of the Chinese army were killed, and the rear continued to send one division after another to the front line, and batches of light and serious wounded on the front line continued to be sent down.

The bloodied looked depressed and decadent, numb and mechanically crowded the ferry, wanting to get out of the purgatory of the dead and begging to live.

The troops rushing to the battlefield sang war songs and strode past the wounded with their chests straight, their eyes showing disdain, not knowing that they were running to death.

"The wounded soldiers all give the way to Lao Tzu! Let's go first! ”

The officer, in straight uniform, watched the wounded soldiers crowd the pontoon, and with an impatient look on his face, he trotted to the front and shouted at the wounded soldiers.

The wounded soldiers, mixed with the withdrawn troops, still crowded the pontoon bridge, scrambling to retreat, and the reinforcements of the battlefield were blocked at the ferry.

"Bang!"

The officer pulled the trigger towards it, and a wisp of green smoke came out of the muzzle of the black hole: "You all listen to Lao Tzu!" Hurry up and get out of the way, otherwise you're welcome! ”

The wailing wounded and decadent routs were pushed off the pontoon, and then they watched with a numb look as the troops who stepped into the battlefield ran past them in columns, splashing mud and making the road muddy.

Looking at the soldiers running by, some wounded soldiers couldn't help but ask loudly: "Which unit are you from?" ”

"62nd Division!"

"167th Division!"

Looking at these soldiers who stepped into the battlefield with their chests straight, the wounded soldiers with decadent expressions kindly reminded: "Our 57th Division can't stop the devils, and you will be sent to death if you go up, so let's run for your life quickly." ”

"That's because your 57th Division's combat effectiveness is too poor, and it depends on our 62nd Division to fight little devils! Look, let's see how our 62nd Division beats up little devils. "The men of the 62nd Division were full of contempt for the wounded soldiers.

The troops of the 167th Division, which also went to the front line, were suddenly unhappy: "Your 62nd Division is a bird, and our 167th Division is the strongest!" Have the ability to compete on the battlefield to see who is better. ”

"It's a joke, our 62nd Division can't compare to your 167th Division." The officers of the 62nd Division sneered.

"The brothers of the 62nd Division all puffed up their chests and cheered up Lao Tzu! Let the friendly brothers who have withdrawn see how we fight the devils! ”

"Brothers of the 167th Division! Run for me! Let's take the lead in entering the battlefield, don't let the people of the 62nd Division look down on us! ”

The two troops who went to the battlefield generally began to rush to the battlefield, and the withdrawn troops shook their heads helplessly, they were all sent to death, and they were so high-spirited when they just stepped into the battlefield, and most of the division was reimbursed in just one day, and they had to withdraw in disgrace.

Luo Ziqiang looked at the troops crowded with the pontoon bridge, there was no expression on his tired face, carrying his 38 big cover rifle captured from the devil, turned around and squeezed through the crowd, and walked from the muddy ferry to a small dirt slope 500 meters away on the edge of the ferry.

The small dirt slope was much better than the muddy ferry, which was trampled by thousands of feet, but it was still wet after a heavy rain last night, and the remnants of the soldiers who had been withdrawn from the battlefield were nesting here waiting to cross the river.

"Company Commander Zhou, Platoon Commander Yang, I took a look, there are a lot of people blocking the ferry, I'm afraid we have to wait if we want to cross the river." Luo Ziqiang sat on the wet grass and opened his mouth to the old smoking gun and Yang Ling.

The old cigarette gun's wrinkled face was full of sadness, he took the cigarette holder off his mouth, and turned his head to Yang Ling, who was sitting on the stone next to him: "I said Brother Yang, why don't we cross the river in another place, we have been waiting here all night, when will this be?" ”

Yang Ling's gaze swept over the gray surging crowd, and he knew very well in his heart that the new troops going to the battlefield could not stop the attack of the devils, and by tomorrow at the latest, all the positions on the left bank would fall, and if they had not been able to cross the river, they would only become lambs to the slaughter.

"Brother Yang, you have something to say, how should we go?" Seeing that Yang Ling didn't say anything, the old smoking gun suddenly became a little anxious.

They withdrew with the Eighteenth Division to the rear to recuperate, and they could finally escape from the nightmarish battlefield, where they were now blocked, and their hearts became more and more uneasy when they heard the sound of artillery behind them getting closer and closer.

Seeing the restless remnants, Yang Ling took a deep breath and stood up: "Other ferries should be similar, let's cross the river from here." ”

"But the ferry is packed, when do we have to wait?"

"Who said we're going to cross the river from a pontoon?" Yang Ling asked rhetorically.

Luo Dayong looked at the cold river water that was flowing and shivered: "Brother Yang, if you swim over, you won't freeze to death, and besides, I won't be able to swim." ”

"yes, I don't know how to swim." The remnants of the soldiers echoed their mouths, their faces worried.

Of course, Yang Ling wouldn't let them swim, first of all, most of them couldn't swim, and secondly, the current of the algae water seemed to be gentle, but in fact the water was very deep.

The weather turns cold and the water is very cold, if you are wet, you will definitely get a cold and cold, in this place where there is a shortage of medical treatment, whether you can survive by increasing the number of patients for no reason can only depend on luck, and Yang Ling will not do it unless it is absolutely necessary.

"There is a bamboo forest on the way we retreated, you come and cut a few bamboos with me, and we will build a bamboo raft over." Yang Ling unloaded his bayonet wrapped in strips of cloth and spoke.

The old smoker frowned and said, "But we can't build a bamboo raft......"

"Okay, don't be stunned, come and cut the bamboo with me, and the rest of you will go to find the hemp rope, and I will tie the bamboo raft later."

"I'm going to help chop the bamboo." Luo Dayong took off the bayonet hanging from the rifle and volunteered to follow Yang Ling.

"I'll go too." The fat man Tian San is not far behind.

Yang Ling found a few strong remnants and then merged into the gray flow of people, preparing to cut down bamboo and build a bamboo raft, while Lao Smoking Gun and the others stayed in place to take care of the firearms and look for the hemp rope that tied the bamboo raft.

About half an hour later, Yang Ling and the others returned to the same place with a few thick bamboos, and in the surprised eyes of the old smoking gun and others, Yang Ling began to perform how to build a bamboo raft on the spot.

Watching a few broken bamboos fly up and down in Yang Ling's hands, and after a while, a bamboo raft that can cross four or five people at a time will take shape, and the remnants of the soldiers looked at Yang Ling with admiration in their eyes, damn, how could we not.