The sky gradually brightened, and I could see the drifting reeds and flowing river in the distance through the mist, and the camp of the 61st Division gradually began to be noisy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old smoker woke up early, and he dug the fire that was about to be extinguished, and added a few sticks of wood to it, and the fire was finally lit again.

He habitually felt for his pocket, but only found an empty cigarette case, which he looked at and finally threw him into the fire, which burned even brighter.

His dry smoking gun was blown up, and even the cigarette he touched from the dead man was gone, but the old smoking gun's face was not the slightest frustration, but revealed a sense of joy.

Although the order from above has not yet come down, as long as you leave this damn battlefield, it doesn't matter where you retreat, as long as you can save this life, everything will be fine.

Perhaps, as the old smoker thought, the campsite that was still lifeless last night had a hint of life, at least the old smoker saw the long-lost smiles on the faces of those remnants.

The remnants of the soldiers all woke up one after another and began to be busy with their own affairs, but Yang Ling was still curled up on the ground on the reed pole and fell asleep.

They had been fighting fiercely with the devils before, and they were always facing the threat of their lives, so their nerves remained highly tense, and now they withdrew, with friendly troops in front of them, Yang Ling finally relaxed.

Yang Ling didn't believe that the devils could fight here overnight, because in his memory, the devils broke through the defense line of Yunzaobang on October 15, so they were safe now.

In a safe environment, people will inevitably relax, so Yang Ling slept very deeply, very dead, and had a rare good night's sleep, even if the surrounding hustle and bustle did not wake him up.

Yang Ling's nose smelled a pungent smell, and then he felt that something was quietly approaching him, and although he slept deeply, he still woke up at the first time because of his vigilance.

Yang Ling kicked violently at the object that was close to him, and then heard a plop, and then came the cries of pain from the fat man Tian San.

He opened his eyes and grabbed the rifle beside him, only to see that the fat man Tian San was falling not far from him, looking at him with resentment in his eyes.

"Lian Deput, I just want to make a joke with you and scare you, you kicked this kick so fast, it hurts." The fat man rubbed his thighs and stood up slowly, full of grievances.

"It's better not to make such jokes next time."

Yang Ling put down the gun in his hand again, walked to the river, picked up a handful of water and poured it on his face, the cold river water made him sober up a lot.

"I said company commander, I clearly saw that the company mate was asleep, why do you think he can still kick people even if he is asleep?" The fat man went to the fire and sat down, grumbling.

"You, you deserve it, who let you have nothing to do with yourself." The old smoking gun saw that the fat man was kicked, but he was a little gloating.

The old smoker looked at Yang Ling, who was squatting by the river and washing his face, and muttered in his heart, he clearly saw that Yang Ling was sleeping soundly, how could the fat man be tricked as soon as he approached, he couldn't see through this young man anymore, and he felt that it was a bit excessive.

If the old smoking gun knew what kind of cruel training Yang Ling had experienced, maybe he wouldn't be so surprised, this is the gap in strength.

The sky was dark, and the remnants of the soldiers had to hurry up and eat, because the next meal could not be eaten until the evening, and an order had already been issued from above, in order to avoid being bombed by devil planes, it was not allowed to light a fire to cook during the day, and the violation was severely punished.

This is not a question of whether the punishment is heavy or not, after all, the devil bomb is thrown down to ask for their own lives, and the remnants of the soldiers still know this in their hearts, so this prohibition can be strictly observed.

After a night's rest, the spirit of the remnants of the soldiers has improved a lot, and they are far away from the battlefield, and they no longer have to worry about it all the time, they are very relaxed.

After a hasty breakfast, the order from above came down, and all the wounded soldiers immediately gathered and moved to Dachang Town, and then went to Nanxiang Station to send to the rear, while the rest of the troops turned to the direction of Songjiang to defend against the devils in the direction of the Huangpu River.

"All the wounded soldiers are here to assemble!" As soon as the order was delivered, an officer shouted at the top of his voice.

Hearing that the wounded soldiers could be transferred to the rear and could leave this battlefield, the old smoker was a little flushed with excitement, looking forward to the stars and the moon, finally being able to leave this damn place, where could he not be happy.

Thinking of being able to leave this battlefield full of dead people, the old smoker couldn't wait to pack up his things, after all, they are all human beings, they all want to live, no one wants to die here, the wilderness of violent corpses.

The fat man Tian San didn't move, he had wanted to be a deserter countless times and escape from this battlefield where he could die at any time, but when he could finally leave openly now, he didn't want to leave.

There are devils here, there is the dead Luo Ziqiang, if he leaves this battlefield, then there will be no place to avenge his revenge, and he doesn't want to leave.

The wounded remnants originally thought that they were the unlucky ones, but now they were so excited that they left tears of emotion, and they could finally leave the battlefield with the identity of the wounded, return to the rear without gunpowder smoke and war, and finally survive.

Some people are happy, some people are sad, the wounded soldiers can leave this battlefield, but the rest of the people have to stay and continue to fight the devils, they will go to Songjiang to defend the devils on the Huangpu River.

The old smoker was very happy, but after being happy, he was worried, they could leave as wounded, but what about Yang Ling, Yang Ling saved their lives, but when they left, Yang Ling still had to fight with the devil here.

"Hurry up and assemble the wounded!" The officer urging from a distance raised his voice, wanting to leave quickly, otherwise it would become very troublesome to evacuate when the devil's plane went into the sky.

"Company commander, company deputy, we've passed......" Several wounded remnants glanced at each other, and finally moved their steps and left.

The old smoking gun and the fat man Tian San never moved, the old smoking gun felt that it was unrighteous for him to leave like this, Yang Ling saved his life, but he left Yang Ling to continue to work hard with the devil here, he couldn't do this, otherwise he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The reason why Tian San didn't move was also very simple, he didn't want to leave, he wanted revenge.

"What's wrong with you, you talk about leaving here every day, but you don't want to leave now that you can leave, is it because you can't bear me?" Yang Ling looked at the two people who were silent, and a smile appeared on his face.

Although Yang Ling was laughing, the fat man and the old smoking gun couldn't laugh, this was a difficult choice, life and death and love.

"Why don't you want to go?" Yang Ling opened his mouth to break the silence.

"Although I can't shoot a gun anymore, I still have a hand, I can throw grenades, and I can kill devils." The old smoking gun gave himself a lame reason to stay.

Yang Ling turned his gaze to the fat man Tian San, waiting for his answer.

"I'm going to stay and avenge Brother Luo!" The fat man's answer is simple and straightforward.

Looking at the two people who looked like two wooden stakes in front of him, Yang Ling burst into foul language for the first time: "Bullshit, look at the way you look now, can you still fight devils?" It's almost the same when the devil hits you, and if you stay on the battlefield, you will only become a burden, and more people will be killed and wounded......"

"Look at them, who of them doesn't want to leave, but you have the opportunity to stay and die, I said are you lacking in heart or stupid?!"

Yang Ling pointed to the soldiers who were depressed because they couldn't go, and reprimanded the old smoking gun and the fat man mercilessly, although the old smoking gun was the company commander, he didn't care.

"But......" The old smoking gun wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Ling waving his hand: "If you don't want to be a burden to me, hurry up, go far, don't come back!"

Now Yang Ling is familiar with the old smoking gun and the fat man, the rest of the people are all killed, he doesn't want them to die too, since he has the opportunity to leave, he will definitely not let them stay.

"I'm not leaving!" The fat man Tian San crossed his neck and still insisted.

Yang Ling didn't have so much time to waste his words on them, so he directly grabbed the butt of the gun and pumped it towards the fat man, causing the fat man to limp and scream, and was finally driven into the wounded soldiers.

"Brother Yang, promise me that you must live."

In the face of Yang Ling's scolding and beating, the old smoking gun and the fat man all left with the wounded soldiers, looking at their departing backs, Yang Ling felt that his heart was empty.