The head of the regiment, Li Zhong, stood on the steps of the dilapidated house with a serious face, and the repeated fierce battles made his uniform no longer straight, and the wrinkles were dirty and stained with muddy water, which was very different from the majestic image of the past. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the foot of the stairs stood more than 300 scarred and exhausted bodies, they looked at the unkempt head standing on the steps, they did not laugh, everyone stood quietly, their eyes full of respect.

The regiment commander Li Zhong personally went to the battlefield to fight with the devil soldiers with bayonets, which was obvious to all, and he won the respect of all the soldiers.

Li Zhong looked around at the scarred and tired soldiers in front of him, his mood was slightly heavy, there were more than 1,100 people in the whole regiment before they entered the position, after a day and a night of fierce fighting, and now counting the lightly wounded who could hold guns, there were only more than 300 people left who could fight.

And now that he is going to lead the surviving soldiers of these regiments to the hands of the little devils to recapture their positions, it must be another bloody battle, he doesn't know how many will survive by then, his eyes are gloomy.

Li Zhong took a deep breath, dispelled his complicated thoughts, and his gaze became resolute.

"Brethren! I need a death squad now, are there anyone who is not afraid of death?! ”

To counterattack the position recaptured by the devils, Li Zhong needs a death squad to rush to the front to tear apart the devils' defense line and open the channel for the follow-up troops to attack, but everyone knows that this is a life-and-death task, and there is little hope of survival.

More than 300 people were silent, they knew that as long as they participated in the death squad, they would basically die without life, not that they were afraid of death, but they felt that this was an impossible task in front of the devils with strong light and heavy firepower.

Li Zhong looked at these silent soldiers, and a look of disappointment flashed on his face, after all, those who dared to fight and dare to rush had already lost all their losses in the previous rounds of battles, and now these people who are still alive are just soldiers to eat, and they can't be sent to death.

No one took the initiative to sign up for the death squad, but the position still had to be recaptured, and just as Li Zhong was about to form a death squad by name, a sonorous voice sounded in the team: "I'll go!"

Li Zhong looked around, on the far left side of the team, a slightly familiar soldier raised his hand, and he quickly remembered that the squad deputy who killed more than a dozen devils was called Yang or something.

Yang Ling raised his hand and took the initiative to sign up for the death squad, not because he was in the limelight, nor did he want to attract anyone's attention, but because he felt that he had the ability to tear through the devil's defense line and avoid more comrades from dying in battle.

"Yang Ling, what are you doing, hurry up and put your hand down, it's not your way to send you to death." The old smoker looked at Yang Ling and raised his hand, sweating profusely in a hurry, calling Yang Ling's name, and reaching out to pull his raised hand.

"Lian Deputy, don't think about it, put your hand down." The remnants of the supplementary company were also suddenly anxious, and lowered their voices to persuade them, hoping that Yang Ling would not be stupid.

More than 300 pairs of eyes looked at Yang Ling in unison, the deputy company commander who was standing tall and with a tattered military uniform, some people shook their heads with sighs and scolded stupid people, and some people gloated that they finally didn't have to go to death.

"Okay, what's your name?" Seeing Yang Ling take the initiative to raise his hand to participate in the death squad, Li Zhong was very happy, at least he made a good start.

"Report to the regimental seat, Yang Ling, deputy company commander of the third battalion supplementary company!" Yang Ling said as he walked out of the queue and strode forward to answer.

The head of the regiment, Li Zhong, praised: "Okay, it's a man!" Not a bad breed! ”

It's over, it's over, I saw that Yang Ling took the initiative to join the death squad, but the old smoking gun and others were in a hurry, it was a lifeless task, but Yang Ling had already walked out, and they could only do it in a hurry.

"Has anyone else volunteered to sign up for the death squad? If not, can I order someone myself? Li Zhong looked at the whispering soldiers and raised his voice and asked.

"I'll go too!" Xiong Dawu, the commander of the first company of the third battalion, raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"I said bear blind, you can't think about it, you're going to die!" The old smoker watched Xiong Dawu stride out of the queue, and hurriedly reached out to hold him.

The old smoking gun and Xiong Dawu are also old acquaintances, and they have known each other for four or five years, although they don't like each other on weekdays, and often blow their beards and stare at each other, but the old brothers died crippled, only the two of them remained, and when they saw Xiong Dawu going to die, the old smoking gun felt suddenly empty.

Xiong Dawu turned his head to look at the old smoking gun dragging him, "I said the old smoking gun, Lao Tzu is going to send you to death, get away." ”

"Lao Tzu, this is for your good, don't be ignorant of you."

Xiong Dawu glanced at the old smoking gun: "Lao Tzu is willing to send Lao Tzu to death, at least Lao Tzu has the courage!" Hmph, it's not like some people just grind their mouths, rabbit guts. ”

The old smoker listened to Xiong Dawu's words, and dragged him to ask: "I said Xiong is blind, who are you talking about?"

Xiong Dawu didn't dare to use the old smoking gun, stretched out his hand to open the old smoking gun, and walked straight to Yang Ling's side to stand, nostrils facing the sky, not looking at the old smoking gun.

Although Xiong Dawu is five big and three thick, he is indeed a person with thick and fine hair, otherwise he would not have pressed the old smoking gun everywhere over the years.

Although he and Yang Ling have only competed once and cooperated to fight a wave of devils, he admires Yang Ling's marksmanship and courage, and he believes that it is impossible for a person like Yang Ling to be really stupid to die, so he wants to gamble and bet his life on Yang Ling.

Now there are only more than 300 people left in the regiment, and in the face of the light and heavy firepower of the devil, it is almost the same as not being a death squad, so he chose to follow Yang Ling.

Luo Ziqiang carried the 38 big cover rifle seized from the devil, walked out of the queue without a sound, and stood behind Yang Ling, which could be regarded as registering.

With Yang Ling and them as an example, a few more soldiers who dared to pass others raised their hands to participate in the death squad, either they were infected by Yang Ling, or they were really pure stupid.

The old smoking gun is very entangled now, Yang Ling has signed up to join the death squad, what should they do?

They have been following Yang Ling since they were in the occupied area, although nominally he is the company commander, but it is Yang Ling who has the final say in deciding everything, and they have survived with Yang Ling until now, and now Yang Ling is going to join the death squad, do they also go, but it is to die.

The main reason why Yang Ling did not call the old smoker and others to join the death squad with him was that although he was somewhat sure, there was also danger, and he couldn't pull them into the fire pit.

But when the regiment commander Li Zhong asked for the last time, the old smoker and the others still walked out of the queue step by step and stood beside Yang Ling.

"Why do you bother?" Yang Ling looked at the old smoking gun and the others, and smiled bitterly.

"We add that you are not the only one who is not afraid of death, and we are not bad seeds." The old smoking gun raised his head at Xiong Dawu as he spoke, his face full of provocation.

Luo Dayong and Li Mazi also echoed: "We are not bad seeds."

As for why they came with them, maybe only they knew, and Yang Ling didn't bother to ask.

The regiment commander Li Zhong saw more than a dozen soldiers coming out one after another, and nodded with satisfaction, at least there were still people in their 361st regiment who were not afraid of death.