The bare, half-cut wooden stakes stood on the charred earth, surrounded by craters and broken corpses, the smoke had cleared, and the gunfire had stopped for a long time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The position was finally preserved, and a regiment of the Reserve 11th Division, reinforced from the rear, took over the position, the shovel waved, and the fluffy earth flew in the wind, and the blood and scrap of flesh in the dirt could be seen through the light.

Luo Dayong leaned on the charred black wooden stake that had been bombarded by artillery fire, grinning at the light leaking from the clouds, the muscles on his face where the blood had coagulated trembled slightly, and the wound cut by the explosion broke open again, but he didn't care, what he cared about was that he survived again.

From guarding Wusongkou, there have been several dangers, and the people around him have changed batch after batch, and the old injuries have not healed and new injuries have been added, Luo Dayong sometimes even feels that he might as well be dead, and he doesn't have to live to suffer, but he is glad that he escaped again.

The devil's heavy artillery razed the position of the 18th Division to the ground, and the defenders who had been fighting for several days became corpses on the ground like their comrades who had died in the early battle, but they were even more miserable, and some of them had no bones left under the bombardment of heavy artillery, even if they wanted to collect the corpses.

Yang Ling's body has added new wounds, but compared to death, injury is an extremely lucky thing, as long as he lives.

Because they had evacuated a distance of 500 meters in advance, most of the rest of the remnants were only stunned and injured by the air wave, except for the unlucky ones who ran slowly and were covered in artillery fire and turned into broken corpses.

The battalion commander Wu Zhenguo was still alive when he crawled out of the mud, shouting to fight the devil, but at this moment he had become a corpse leaning on the bunker, he was not injured, but was shattered by the devil's heavy artillery, and finally did not survive.

The fat man Tian San held a bamboo basket in his hand, crossed the potholed position, and ran to the wooden stake standing not far away, where are all the surviving remnants now.

"Here's the food—"

The fat man shouted, revealing the multigrain cakes in the basket, and the eyes of the remnants lying on the ground were suddenly glowing.

After a moment of frustration, the remnants pounced on the fat man and the basket full of multigrain cakes in his hand like hungry wolves.

"Don't rob! Don't rob it! The fat man clutched the basket in his hand and shouted back loudly.

With an ouch, the fat man's fat body was thrown to the ground, and the basket in his hand was instantly torn to pieces, and the basket full of multigrain cakes flew in all directions like sprinkling water, falling into the dirt.

The remnants of the soldiers couldn't care about this at the moment, even the hungry eyes pounced on the multigrain cake that fell to the ground with green light, accompanied by painful screams and punches and kicks, and they were covered with dirt and gobbled it into their mouths, as if they had not eaten in eight lifetimes.

Looking at the remnants of the soldiers rushing to eat, Yang Ling's eyes were full of sadness, this is a heavy era, they need to use their lives to fight the enemy, but also use their fists to seize food, the logistics supply is insufficient, if you don't grab it, you can only starve.

The fat man Tian San got up from the ground with a curse, dusted off the dirt on his body, passed the remnants of the soldiers who were robbing food, and came to Yang Ling, who was leaning against a wooden stake.

"Brother Yang, eat the cake, it's still hot."

The fat man took out two hot multigrain cakes from his arms and handed them to Yang Ling with a smile.

Yang Ling saved the fat man's life twice, once they were chased by the devil in the occupied area and had no way out Yang Ling led someone to save him, and once before the devil's heavy artillery bombardment, Yang Ling made them retreat five hundred meters, which allowed most people to survive.

The fat man hadn't read a book and didn't understand any big truths, but he also knew that if there was no Yang Ling, his hundred-pound body might not be able to withstand the devil's heavy artillery, and no one would be able to survive the overwhelming bombardment, so he was full of gratitude to Yang Ling and repaid Yang Ling with his practical actions.

What's more important is that the fat man doesn't want to die so early, as long as he pleases Yang Ling, at least the chances of survival are greater.

Yang Ling was indeed hungry, and took the multigrain cake without pretension and bit it down hard, the warm multigrain cake was as rough as before, but it exuded a refreshing fragrance, compared to the cold and hard, the freshly baked multigrain cake was already a delicacy in the world.

Looking at the fat man who was squatting in front of him with a smile on his face, Yang Ling asked while chewing on the multigrain cake, "Have you eaten?" ”

"Hey, I ate five."

Looking at the fat man's body that weighed two hundred pounds, Yang Ling smiled, in this era of material scarcity, everyone is malnourished and yellow-skinned, it is definitely not an accident that the fat man can grow strong and fat, and the skill of being able to find food is enough for him to live better than the rest.

All the remnants were gobbling up the multigrain cakes in their mouths, and there was a sound of chewing everywhere.

Yang Ling quickly swallowed two pieces of multigrain cakes into his stomach, and he was still unsatisfied, but it was already a great honor to be able to eat hot cakes.

"It's so comfortable—" After eating the cake, the old cigarette gun stroked his belly with a satisfied face, took out his cigarette gun and pulled the match to light it, and began to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog again.

The remnants of the soldiers are also looking for their own comfortable position to lie on the ground, enjoying this rare rest time, the position has been taken over, and they don't have to do anything now.

Now there are more than 30 survivors of the remnants, and all the rest are dying one after another, for the remnants who don't know if they can live until tomorrow, it is a day to live, and it is futile to think too much.

"Fatty, don't make this unpalatable multigrain cake next time, get a little more meat, and let the brothers all fight tooth sacrifices."

Luo Dayong stuck out his tongue and licked his mouth, and at the same time proposed to the fat man Tian San, he couldn't remember how long ago he had eaten meat, before he pulled it out?

He shook his head, unable to remember what the meat tasted like.

"It's good for me to go out and find bread for you, but you still don't like it, so just go find meat by yourself next time." The fat man Tian San muttered dissatisfiedly.

But at this moment, the remnants of the soldiers have been aroused by Luo Dayong, damn, thinking of stewing a pot of steaming meat, the old smoking gun suddenly felt that smoking was tasteless.

"Damn, when I go back, I must eat a whole pot of pork stewed vermicelli and eat them all." Some remnants closed their eyes and began to fantasize, and the remnants of the soldiers around them were about to salivate.

The old cigarette gun interjected and said: "What is there to eat in pork stewed vermicelli, I think I have to eat braised pork, the whole pot is full of meat, and it is full of oil and water when you bite into it, that feeling, tsk, comfortable." ”

The fat man Tian San heard that the thoughts of meat had drifted into the endless distance, damn, next time I really can't find multigrain cakes, I have to get a pot of meat.

While the remnants of the soldiers were fantasizing about the 100-day dream of eating meat, several fireheads of the 11th Division with coarse cloths tied around their waists were angrily walking towards this side.