The cold wind swept across the withered treetops, blowing away the strong and choking smell of blood, and the breathing finally became much smoother and relieved.

The dead have their own homes, and the living will naturally have their own places to go.

After death, it was gone. There was no need to think about anything or do anything. I lay in this cold and wet Jiangnan, letting my body rot into the smelly mud.

But he was still able to breathe and was still alive, which was really worrying. Yang Ling dusted the mud all over his body to make himself look cleaner and neat.

Lao Yanqiu and Li Mazi stood on the ground where people were dead, like two thin and bare trunks, alone, letting the cold wind pour into the torn clothes, and then they were cold all over.

His body was cold, but his heart was hot. Lao Yangui stretched out his sleeve and wiped his eyes. He saw clearly that Yang Ling was indeed standing not far in front of him. He was not dead yet, hoping to take root in Lao Yangui's heart.

Yang Ling is not a god, but an ordinary person. The soldiers who followed Yang Ling died and were injured. So far, only he and Li Mazi are still alive. Yang Ling is not a powerful person and does not guarantee that everyone will survive.

But when Yang Ling stood there, Lao Yanqi suddenly felt like he had the backbone and had confidence in his heart.

Although Yang Ling did not fulfill his promise and did not take them away from this damn battlefield alive, Lao Yanqiu could not feel any blame or complaint in his heart.

There were the Japanese steel guns and cannons in front, and behind them were the cold-faced supervising teams. Apart from being penetrated by bullets and falling down or being shattered by iron bumps falling from the sky, they could only be frustrated and died with resentment, becoming part of the corpse on the ground.

Although Yang Ling did not take them away from the battlefield alive, Lao Yangeng felt that it was different. At least they could die in a dignified battle without having to die in a frustration.

In the past, many of them did not even see the Japanese in heavy artillery. Before they died, many of them were imagining what the Japanese looked like. They died with their eyes open. Sometimes they threw away their positions in a confused manner.

Yang Ling's appearance made them not as frustrated as they had to die. At least they had the opportunity to fight back, and had the opportunity to fight against the Japanese head-on battle with the Japanese. Life and death are famous and wealthy. It is much better to be able to die in a dignified battle than to die in a frustrated manner.

Last night, a cruel hand-to-hand battle fought all the Japanese on the position, exerting the majesty of Chinese soldiers and the blood of Chinese soldiers. However, killing one thousand enemies will damage eight hundred of them, and more than three hundred Chinese soldiers in counterattack positions will almost fight all of them.

Yang Ling bent down and picked up the grey and dirty hat from the fluffy soil, dusted the soil with his hands, revealing the blue sky and sun badge that shone brightly above the brim of the hat. Since he wore this hat, he had to do his part.

Although most people have fought all, they are still alive and have to guard this position, otherwise it would be meaningless to die so many people at such a high price.

Yang Ling didn't think he was such a brave and meaningless person, nor did he have the awareness of dying with the Japanese. However, he just evacuated in shame and felt so unwilling to accept that so many people died, so what would they have to do if they were alive.

Yang Ling did not intend to fight the Japanese to the death. There were two exhausted wooden stakes standing in front of him. There were enough people who died, so there was no need to bleed in vain.

However, the disgraceful evacuation was not his style. Even if he wanted to evacuate, the Japanese had to suffer, so that they knew that the Chinese people's land was trampling on, and they had to pay a certain price.

Li Mazi lowered his head and did not dare to look at Yang Ling. His dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to wear torn clothes to see his soul through, and to see the timidity, fear and cowardice deep in his heart.

Yang Ling did not intend to blame Li Mazi. When their suicide squad rushed forward last night, he knew that Li Mazi did not follow. Not everyone was so brave in this flesh-and-blooded battlefield.

In other words, most people are afraid and afraid, and do not want to throw their lives into this war without chance of victory, but they have to bite the bullet and rush up until they are shot and fall.

Li Mazi just magnified his inner fear into action. The fault was not Li Mazi, but this damn war, but the culprits who started the culprits, the Japanese devils.

If there was no war, Li Mazi might have married and had children like most Chinese people, and then lived a peaceful life with a family of children and grandchildren, without fear of coming to the damn battlefield.

Yang Ling originally thought that Li Mazi had become a deserter and could run far away. Even animals struggled to survive, let alone humans, but he did not expect that he did not escape, but came back instead.

Lao Yanqiu was so uncomfortable that he was staring at Yang Ling. He lowered his head and looked at his ragged military uniform, covered with gunpowder. Is there nothing wrong with it?

"Don't just sit still, collect ammunition."

After Yang Ling gave up this sentence, he began to lay his head and started to work hard.

After hearing Yang Ling's words, Lao Yanqi's silent heart became active again. He could at least fight the Japanese with Yang Ling, which was better than just a blind fight.

He slapped his rifle across his shoulder and began to squat down to untied the armed belts tied to the Japanese. He would definitely fight the Japanese when he collected ammunition. While he was excited, he was also worried about how long he could live.

When I was alone, I thought that I didn't want to run away anymore, just like the dead robe, there were people who were accompanying me on the road to the underworld. Anyway, I had to take a few Japanese to take care of them before I died. At that time, I was full of passion.

But now seeing Yang Ling, Lao Yang's desire to survive began to rekindle. He suddenly felt that death was a terrible thing, and the contradictory heart was constantly struggling.

Li Mazi originally hoped that Yang Ling could say something to convince Lao Yangui, and then they could throw the position and seek a way out, but Yang Ling said one thing to collect ammunition.

Li Mazi now regrets not falling, just run away by himself, and it doesn’t matter if he is a deserter. He has to give up and come back to take this muddy water and take his life into it.

"Li Mazi, why are you standing there? Didn't you hear Brother Yang say you were collecting ammunition?"

Lao Yang was holding a handful of 6.5mm bullets and several Japanese melon grenades. He turned around and saw Li Mazi standing there without moving, and spoke up to urge him.

Three lonely figures were busy on the dead positions. Although they knew that the positions could not be defended, they still had to make the final dying struggle.

Three miles away from the position, the Japanese Master's cowhide boots stepped on the ridge and were covered with mud. He held up a telescope and observed the Chinese defending positions opposite.
Chapter completed!