Yang Ling didn't expect that he would be promoted, from the second lieutenant platoon commander to the lieutenant company deputy, and became the deputy company commander of the supplementary company and the deputy of the old smoking gun. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, in the minds of the remnants of the supplementary company, Yang Ling, the deputy of the company, is indeed well deserved, not only has good marksmanship, but also is brave and strategic.

If it weren't for Yang Ling's care along the way, these remnants of them would have been reimbursed a long time ago, and just by virtue of Yang Ling's order to save them, they would have no meaning for Yang Ling to hold this position.

Yang Ling himself doesn't care, he neither seeks wealth nor officials, he just wants to simply fight devils, even if he continues to serve as a second lieutenant platoon leader, he still has some right to speak in the supplementary company.

It's just that now he is serving as a company deputy, and the responsibility on his shoulders is a little heavier, originally he saved the remnants of the soldiers from the poisonous hands of the devils, most of the time out of sympathy for not letting his compatriots be killed by the devils.

But now being the deputy of the company is very different, he has become their commander, and the sympathy that was originally dispensable has now become a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

Yang Ling didn't have much hope for the Battle of Songhu, because he knew that in this plain area where there was no danger to defend, in the face of the devil's aircraft and artillery, flesh and blood could not stop it.

Although the Nationalist Government has invested nearly 700,000 troops to join this battle, it did not send so many troops at one time, but used the tactics of adding fuel to continuously increase the number of troops.

Just like the Sichuan army arrived in Shanghai with a pair of feet for 2,000 miles, and arrived at the battlefield in October, when the battle had been fought for more than two months, the troops who arrived in advance had already suffered heavy losses, and the exhausted Sichuan army could not save the defeat by immediately entering the battle, but suffered heavy losses like the troops that arrived in advance.

Although Yang Ling's heart is very clear and understands the causes and consequences of this battle, and wants to escape from this battlefield countless times, after all, he will eventually fail.

But seeing countless soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army going to the battlefield one after another, and then being blown up and smashed by the devil's planes and cannons, and then rushing forward in batches, he felt that he could not be an outsider, could not be a spectator.

I am also Chinese, although I do not belong to this era, but at the moment when the nation is in danger and the country is ruined, someone should stand up and support the backbone of this nation, just like those soldiers who go forward and succeed, knowing that it is death, but still have no hesitation.

"Deputy Yang Lian, congratulations." Luo Dayong was the first person to say hello to Yang Ling.

It only took a few days for him to go from his disdain and jealousy towards Yang Ling at the beginning to his admiration for Yang Ling now, and he knew the importance of Yang Ling to the Supplementary Company.

The remnants of the supplementary company were not all from the 61st Division, many of them came from other units, but the main reason why they were willing to stay now was Yang Ling.

Although they don't have much culture and don't understand too many big truths, they know what kind of people they can follow on the battlefield of life and death to make themselves live longer, and it is a good choice to follow a chief like Yang Ling.

Therefore, they preferred to stay in a supplementary company with only more than 30 men than to return to their own troops, because they wanted to live rather than die.

If Yang Ling was no longer in the supplementary company, Luo Dayong could expect that the supplementary company would definitely disperse, which was something that even the elder smoking gun could not undo.

"Lian Vice, you see that you have become Lian Lian Vice, you have to invite the big guy to drink." The fat man Tian San's chubby head leaned over to beg Yang Ling for a drink.

The fat man Tian San had no interest in fighting, and he was only a soldier because he could eat enough to eat, so no matter how fierce the battle was, what he always thought about in his mind was food.

Some people scolded him for being a rice bucket, but the fat man Tian San was not angry, after all, he himself sometimes felt that his pursuit was to become a rice bucket, never have to starve, and it was much better to be a full ghost than a starving ghost.

"It's not enough to just drink wine, you have to have meat, big chunks of meat." The old smoking gun walked over leisurely, smashed the dry smoke in his mouth, and echoed.

Yang Ling looked at the remnants of the soldiers who were swallowing their saliva, and agreed: "Okay, when this battle is over, I will invite you to drink wine and eat meat, and go to the best restaurant."

"Even the deputy is refreshing!" Luo Dayong applauded, and the remnants of the soldiers also showed a rare smile, the soldiers were not so particular, and everyone liked the bold people.

Now everyone has an expectation, that is, they will survive the next battle, because Yang Ling still owes them a meal of wine and meat.

Yang Ling officially became the deputy of the supplementary company, but there were only 33 people in the entire supplementary company, and the guns and ammunition were all captured devils, so he felt a great responsibility.

Yang Ling asked, "Didn't the battalion say that we would replenish the company with some soldiers and ammunition?"

"I went to the battalion commander, but the battalion commander said that there is a shortage of weapons and ammunition in each company now, and there are no soldiers, so let us figure it out by ourselves."

Hearing this, platoon commander Luo Dayong immediately became angry: "What do you mean? When we add that Lian is a stepmother, no, we can't just swallow our anger, we have returned to the team after a lot of hardships, not to mention giving some good wine and meat to condolence, and also deduct our ammunition, I will go to them to theorize and theorize. ”

Yang Ling grabbed Luo Dayong: "Dayong, don't be excited, the camp is not saying that it will not be given, but that there is a shortage of ammunition and soldiers now, let us figure it out ourselves."

Luo Dayong didn't know that Yang Ling was well aware of the inside story, and now the National Revolutionary Army had only stored more than 10 million rounds of ammunition, and it was indeed powerless to supply so many troops.

"What can we think of, without giving ammunition or replenishing soldiers, this is clearly to take us as a stepmother." Luo Dayong shouted dissatisfiedly.

Seeing Luo Dayong shouting, Yang Ling was also helpless, the current 61st Division is no longer the 61st Division half a month ago, they are really raised by their stepmother.

The previous 61st Division had been reduced to a regiment due to heavy losses, and the division commander had also been dismissed, and now all regiments of the 61st Division were replenished from the 20th Independent Brigade, and they really didn't pay attention to their supplementary company.

Isn't it just the soldiers, weapons and ammunition, Yang Ling really didn't pay attention to it, as long as he was willing, he could get a lot in an instant.

"Brother Zhou, you get some food for the brothers first, the big guys are also hungry, I'll go and get us some weapons, ammunition and soldiers." Yang Ling greeted the old smoking gun, and was about to leave with the sharpshooter Luo Ziqiang.

The old smoker stopped Yang Ling: "Why don't we go together, there are many of us, and the camp will not sit idly by if we make trouble, and we will give some under pressure."

Yang Ling shook his head, it was not a question of whether to give it or not, but whether it was a question of whether there was one, so he rejected the old smoking gun's proposal.

"Don't worry, I'll get the ammunition and soldiers back."

The old cigarette gun stared at Yang Ling suspiciously and reminded: "Brother Yang, don't you dare to rob it, I know you are good, but if it gets big, it won't end well."

Yang Ling smiled: "Brother Zhou, just put your heart in your stomach, I will definitely not mess around."

Under the suspicious gaze of the old smoking gun and the remnants of the supplementary company, Yang Ling and Luo Ziqiang disappeared from their field of vision.