It was raining heavily, and the cold and wet Yunzaoban area was shrouded in a misty rain. The wet ground had become soaked by the back and forth. The old smoke gun was soaked all over. The gray military uniform had turned dark. The water beads dripped along the lower edge of the corner of the clothes and dripped on the mud-covered legs. The mud and water poured into the shoes along the legs of the trousers, and it was wet.

His hunched body was running in the heavy rain, his feet stepped on the turbid puddle, and the mud and water splashed, quickly rushed into a house with only three bare walls left.

The house is a typical Hui-style building in Jiangnan. The white walls and gray tiles precipitate the atmosphere of history. However, by the bombing of the Japanese planes, a big hole was broken on the roof, and the rain kept pouring down. One wall collapsed halfway, and the three bare white walls were charred by the smoke of gunpowder.

The place near the corner of the wall was not poured by rain. A fire was burning. The lunch box seized from the Japanese was suspended on the fire. The lunch box was steaming and bubbling, and the air was filled with the fragrance of millet porridge.

Yang Ling and the remaining people in the company of Supplement were sitting around the fire, staring at the lunch box, waiting for the millet porridge to be cooked, and then filling their hungry stomachs.

"Damn it, the rain fell as soon as possible, and my whole body was soaked." The old smoke blasted from the rain to this dry place, and removed the wet hat that was dripping water, cursing.

"Yo, the millet porridge made." Lao Yangui wrung the wet hat and water stains, spread it back on his head, turned around and saw the steaming millet porridge, and his old face suddenly became a smile.

Lao Yanqiu found a gap and made it. While twisting his wet clothes, he asked with a smile: "Where is the Xiaomi porridge?"

"The fat man took it back from someone's rice jar." Luo Dayong pointed at the fat man Tian San lying on the ground and replied.

Although the fat man had a wound on his butt, he never forgot to find food wherever he went. Those who rummaged through the boxes and cabinets always did not return empty-handed.

Yang Ling and the others were lucky. This family might have been too hasty when they escaped. The millet in the rice jar was not exhausted, and some remained at the bottom, which made them cheaper.

Drinking a hot meal of millet porridge in this rainy weather was a pleasure for the soldiers on the battlefield. Lao Yangui couldn't wait to reach out to grab the lunch box, but it was very hot, so his hand shrank back.

The rice porridge was being cooked in a gurgling manner, and the remaining soldiers surrounding the fire were swallowing their saliva. It was obvious that on this battlefield, the millet porridge was much better than any delicacies of mountains and seas.

"What do you say in the ball?" Yang Ling raised his head and asked the old cigarette gun while stirring the lunch box with a clean wooden stick so that the rice porridge would not stick to the pan.

Hearing Yang Ling speak, the drooling soldiers all turned their eyes to Lao Yangui, waiting for his answer.

Lao Yangui's joyful mood when he looked at Mi Zhu was asked and disappeared without a trace, and his old face drooped: "The regiment commander said that after nightfall, the whole regiment counterattack must be regained the position."

Hearing Lao Yanbing's words, several people fell silent and their faces became a little solemn. They knew what the counterattack meant, and the atmosphere in the air became a little solemn.

"A man dies and birds are facing the sky. If you don't die for thousands of years, you will be counterattacked. You are afraid of a bird. Anyway, I have killed enough Japanese devils, and you will earn even if you die." Luo Dayong was the first to speak after he was silent, and he had the passion of a hero who never returned after he left.

Their 361st Regiment's position fell in the morning, and the Japanese filled up a large squadron in order to conquer their position.

Faced with the cross-energy strikes of Japanese aircraft bombing, grenade launchers, mortars, and light and heavy machine guns, the 361st Regiment, which had already suffered heavy losses, fought to the death, but could not stop the assault of Japanese infantry at all. In the end, he retreated due to heavy losses.

After the Japanese conquered the positions, they originally wanted to continue to advance, but a sudden heavy rain stopped the Japanese attack and left time for the officers and soldiers of the retreating 361st Regiment to breathe.

The arrival of heavy rain made the Japanese plane lie down, and the sky finally became clear. The Japanese had just conquered the positions and were speeding up time to consolidate to prevent the Chinese army from counterattacking and driving them back to the north shore again. Therefore, the two sides fell into a short truce.

Yang Ling frowned when he looked at the heavy rain outside. Although the rain delayed the Japanese artillery movement speed and affected their planes to take off, their light and heavy machine guns, mortars, and grenade launchers were still strong.

The 361st Regiment could not even defend under the attack of the Japanese, but now it was about to counterattack. The difficulty was extraordinary. He knew that it would definitely be another bloody battle.

"No matter whether he counterattacks or not, let's talk about it after eating." Lao Yanqiu could see it, and his life no longer belonged to him.

If Yang Ling hadn't led them out of the occupied area and broke out, they would have been reimbursed long ago. Anyway, they would not be able to escape death. It would be better to ride a donkey and read the songbook and take one step at a time. If you want to die, you would have to eat this meal before you die.

"We may not be able to regain the position with the protection of heavy rain and night." Yang Ling spoke, comforting the several people who were nervous.

"Come on, come on, eat enough and fight the Japanese." Li Mazi was the most active and carefully took off the lunch box on the fire and prepared to start the meal.

The millet porridge was steaming hot and filled with fragrance, which aroused the greed in the stomachs of the remaining soldiers. The six people divided a lunch box of porridge, which was not much, but they all ate with relish, because they knew that this might be their last meal, and it was still unknown whether they could see tomorrow dawn.

The few living people are considered veterans who have experienced bloody battles. Without anyone to give them instructions, they immediately began to check their weapons and ammunition after dinner, preparing for the night's fight.

Their weapons have now been replaced with all the 38-large rifles. The original Hanyang-made rifles and the Zhongzheng rifles have been abandoned because they have no bullets.

Ammunition has always been an important reason to hinder their combat effectiveness. It also killed many Japanese soldiers in the previous battles and seized a lot of them. Otherwise, they would have to use fire sticks to fight with Japanese soldiers in the evening.

The heavy rain stopped in the evening, and a rainbow hung in the horizon. It was dazzling in this battlefield filled with smoke. However, Yang Ling and the others did not have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and were trampling on the mud to gather.

The fat man Tian San's butt was scratched by the Japanese bayonet, and walking was a big problem, so they left Tian San in the broken room. If they did not take back the Japanese position tomorrow and did not come back, let Tian San escape by himself. There is no need to fight to the death here.

After a day and night of fierce battle, the entire 361st Regiment was now able to stand with guns. Their tired bodies were now in the mud, and it seemed that a gust of wind could blow down. However, Yang Ling knew that as long as the charge sounded, their thin bodies would burst out with powerful strength and would not stop until death.
Chapter completed!