In the house that collapsed half of the wall, a pile of firewood was scattering and dispelling the chill of early autumn, and the orange flames were jumping happily like dancing elves.

The five tired and sleepy soldiers curled up in the corner of the wall and slept soundly. Their continuous escape day and night made their spirit and body dying on the verge of collapse. In addition, they couldn't hold on with a fierce fight with the Japanese a few hours ago.

As their temporary commander, Yang Ling naturally knew clearly that these remnants had reached their limit and became tired soldiers. So after leaving the battlefield, he immediately found a hidden place to order a few hours of rest before continuing to march.

Heiwazi, who was only sixteen years old, almost ended his life by the Japanese during a hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese. Fortunately, Yang Ling took timely rescue and survived.

At this moment, he curled up in the corner of the wall, his eyes closed and murmured in his mouth, his face full of fear, and his hands trembled from time to time. Yang Ling guessed that he must have had a nightmare, and then sighed.

He was still in school at such an age as Heiwazi, but in this era of broken mountains and rivers, everyone was running around and calling for the war of resistance and national salvation. Even such a young child had already become a soldier on the front line with a gun, bearing the burden that he should not bear at this age.

Heiwazi and this is just a small microcosm of the huge China. Yang Ling’s softness was touched. He felt more deeply about the sacrifices and prices the Chinese people paid to defend their country. This is to win the next generation to make bets.

The firewood was burning with a peeling and burning. Yang Ling took off the cloth strips tied to the wound, revealing the wounds of blood and flesh turning out. The Japanese bayonet was fierce. If Yang Ling hadn't avoided him in time, he might have pierced into his chest.

He picked up the burning red firewood and gritted his teeth to burn it towards his wound. The burning firewood made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with the wound. The blue smoke curled up, and the violent pain made Yang Ling almost faint, and big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

He smelled the scent of barbecue. The wound several millimeters deep was burned black by the hot firewood and turned into dead flesh. Yang Ling endured the piercing pain and burned the flesh around the entire wound to death.

Huh... Yang Ling gasped. Although this was not the first time he did this, he didn't know how painful it was without empathy.

Lao Yangui woke up when he heard Yang Ling's humming. He stared blankly at Yang Ling scalding the wound with hot firewood, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. This little boy was not only cruel to him, but also to himself.

When the hot firewood burned his flesh and blood, the old smoker couldn't help but shiver. How painful it was to mom. He would never want to do such a thing in his life. That would be a traitor.

The reason why Yang Ling did this was not to seek abuse. He had no tendency to abuse himself. His wounds were too deep. In this era of lack of medical treatment and medicine, if it was not handled properly, it would be infected. It would be a trivial matter for the whole arm to be lost. It would be worth it to die for this.

The high temperature of boiling firewood can not only kill sterilization but also stop bleeding. He burns the flesh around the wound into dead flesh, which can avoid the risk of infection. It seems to be a temporary pain, but as long as new meat grows after scarring, it will also avoid leaving a root of the disease. This is a method that is limited by the current conditions and has to be forced.

"woke up?"

Yang Ling's voice pulled Lao Yangui back to reality. Lao Yangui nodded awkwardly, got up and sat down on the brick beside the fire. Looking at Yang Ling's angular face, he shook his head, he was getting more and more unable to see through the young man.

"Brother Xiao Yang, you go to sleep for a while, I'll watch." Lao Yanbing habitually untied the tobacco gun around his waist, took out the tobacco and rolled it into the round gun head.

As soon as Lao Yanqiu spoke, Yang Ling suddenly felt a sense of fatigue coming. He wanted to refuse, but he swallowed the words to his mouth again, nodded and said, "Call me at dawn." After that, he leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

Yang Ling was too tired. Since he woke up from time to time, he had been nervous. Facing the large number of fierce Japanese gathered in the surrounding areas, he did not dare to be careless at all, so he would have been sleeping with half his eyes open and stayed in one place for no more than two hours. This resulted in extreme fatigue. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have collapsed long ago.

Yang Ling slept particularly sweetly this time. He dreamed of his relatives in another world and his dear comrades-in-arms. The familiar feeling made him feel very warm.

When he woke up again, it was already dawn, and the old smoker was still smashing his dry cigarette, smoking his smoke.

"Smoking too much smoke will hurt your body, so smoke less."

Yang Ling dug out the fire that was about to be extinguished, revealing the red carbon stone inside, and kindly reminded the old smoke gun.

Yang Ling looked cold on weekdays, which made Lao Yangui unable to guess. Suddenly, this sentence came out. Lao Yangui was a little stunned, and then a warm current surged in his heart, which was even warmer than the fiery red carbon stone.

The old smoker knocked on the dry smoker, and the burning ashes shook out, with a little sad expression, "While that's it, there were some brothers chatting with each other before, but now there is only such thoughts left..."

Yang Ling looked at the hunched old man who was only forty years old, who looked like a sixty-year-old man, and shook his head with a self-deprecating feeling. In this era when life is in danger, just suck it, and leave a thought.

Yang Ling stopped talking, buried his head and began to wrap around his leggings. This is a technical job, not too tight or too loose, but for Yang Ling, this is not a difficult task.

"Brother Xiao Yang, do you think we can beat the Japanese?" Lao Yanqiu couldn't help but speak again and broke the silence.

Yang Ling paused, looked up at the sky with fishy belly white in the distance, and said firmly: "Yes, we will definitely beat the Japanese."

"But the Japanese are so powerful. The Central Army is a German armed division. Even the Japanese can't withstand the Japanese attack. You said these few broken guns..." Lao Yangui's tone was full of pessimism.

Morality is a mysterious and mysterious thing. It will fade away and then become exhausted, sometimes even determine the outcome of a war.

For the current Chinese army, a huge victory is urgently needed to boost morale of the army, but as Yang Ling knows, from Songhu to Nanjing, all battlefields were defeated in the early stages of the War of Resistance, so that the Japanese army was invincible and would be destroyed if they continued to fight.

This is not the difference in weapons and equipment or national strength, but the successive defeats of the army have caused pessimism and disappointment in the entire land of China. This cannot be reversed by just one or two victories. Yang Ling could not answer the old smoke bing because he knew that he would continue to defeat in the future, and this emotion would spread on a larger scale.

"Believe me, we will definitely win." Yang Ling's words were full of firmness and confidence, and were infected with the pessimistic old smoke gun.

Thinking of Yang Ling fighting a Japanese squad alone, and then taking them to annihilate a Japanese squad a few hours ago, a wave of hope rose in Lao Yanqiu's chest that felt inexplicably. Follow Yang Ling, as long as they continue to fight and kill Japanese squad, there will always be a day when the Japanese are killed.

Thinking of this, the old smoker's wrinkled face stretched out, "I believe you, we will definitely win."
Chapter completed!