The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Grab it!"

The major officer riding on the horse saw a large group of himself being shocked by a group of people dressed in rags who looked like a defeated army. He felt ashamed, and gave another cold drink, and at the same time drew out his own gun.

These recruits looked at each other, gritted their teeth and prepared to bite the bullet, when there was a sound of footsteps.

Yang Ling led a few officers and soldiers over with strong strides. The recruits didn't know their identities. Someone wanted to stop them, but was glared at by the captain and company commander Sun Liangcheng, who involuntarily gave way.

"who are you?"

The major officer on the horse frowned when he saw Yang Ling leading the people over. Now that there are so many troops gathered here, he doesn't know him by face.

"I'm Yang Ling, Colonel Commander of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade. If you don't aim your guns at the enemy, do you still want to attack your brothers?!"

Yang Ling looked at the major officer holding a pistol in his hand, with a serious face.

Hearing that the man in tattered and scorched clothes in front of him turned out to be the commander of the Lie Yan Special Forces Brigade, who has been in the limelight recently, the major officer was also shocked, and hastily put away his pistol and got off his horse.

"Mr. Yang, misunderstood, misunderstood."

The major officer stood at attention and saluted Yang Ling before explaining with shame on his face.

"I don't know if it's a misunderstanding, but you should apologize for pointing your gun at the brothers in our own army."

"Yes, brothers, I'm sorry, after I finish beating up the little devil, I will hold a banquet for you to drink and apologize."

Taking photos of Yang Ling's prestige, the major battalion commander bowed his hands to the officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade as an apology.

Yang Ling saw that the major battalion commander was so upright, after all, he had to save face in front of everyone, and immediately turned his gaze to the grizzly bear standing there.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"Yes!"

Grizzly recounted the whole story in detail. Yang Ling looked at the brothers who had just come down from the battlefield, and couldn't bear to criticize them. After all, they all had good intentions.

"You apologize to the brothers of the honorary division."

Yang Ling was not unreasonable either, after all, it was his own people who spoke first to cause the subsequent incident, he ordered to the veteran of Lie Yan Special Warfare.

"Mr. Yang, you don't have to..." The battalion commander of the major of the honorary division hurriedly waved his hand.

But the veteran of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade had already stepped forward and saluted the officers and soldiers of the First Honor Division.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I was a little heavy just now." The veteran said sincerely to the second lieutenant platoon leader who had been punched by him.

"I shouldn't look down on you, I also have something wrong." Knowing that these are the Lieyan Special Forces Brigade who fought bloody battles in Jingzhen Mountain for four days, the second lieutenant platoon leader also spoke very respectfully.

After all, soldiers don't have so many twists and turns, and what they admire are those strong men, and he has already experienced the strength of veterans just now.

"I hope you will go up and beat the little devil hard, and you will win!"

"We will also remember your reminders, dig air-raid shelters, and stop underestimating the enemy."

With Yang Ling and the others revealing their identities, these recruits who couldn't see clearly these beggar-like clothes no longer dared to underestimate the veterans of the Raging Flame Special Forces Brigade.

After all, the entire Yichang battlefield has now spread, and the flames of the special warfare brigade have been used as a banner to promote morale.

Now seeing these powerful Lie Yan Special Operations Brigade standing in front of them, seeing how they looked after the bloody battle with the devils, these recruits couldn't help but respect them.

"Already close to the battlefield, the team should spread out and send more guard posts. The little devil will not say hello if he wants to attack us. You are going to the battlefield in a row with torches. It's over."

Seeing that most of these were recruits, Yang Ling kindly reminded the major battalion commander, saying that he gave the major battalion commander the pamphlet on battlefield precautions he wrote.

This booklet is Yang Ling's summary of battlefield experience and precautions. He has reported it to the war zone commander's department, hoping that they can print and distribute it to the entire army, so as to reduce mistakes on the battlefield.

"This is the battlefield experience we summed up. Please read it when you have nothing to do," Yang Ling said.

"Thank you, Chief Yang!"

The major battalion commander knew the importance of this booklet. He solemnly gave Yang Ling another military salute before turning around and getting on his horse.

"Extinguish the torches and move on!"

Soon, the major battalion commander led the team into the darkness and disappeared from Yang Ling's sight.

"Oh, I hope they can live longer." After watching the team disappear, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly.

After the bloody battles, tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the Chinese army died for the country, and the death of a large number of veterans made the combat effectiveness of the troops drop a lot.

Now these recruits who speak the dialects of various regions in the Southwest have been incorporated into various units, and the veterans have been wiped out. Now they need to carry this front, and many of them are children of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Yang Ling couldn't imagine what kind of situation this country would face if these young people were to kill them all.

Yang Ling quickly dispelled his worries. Among the [-] million compatriots, when the country is in crisis, someone will always come forward.

After all the veterans, there are still recruits, and after all the recruits, there are still [-] million people. This land has never lacked passionate people who defend their homes and the country since ancient times.

"Assemble, let's go eat."

Yang Ling turned around and gave orders to the officers and soldiers of the Lieyan Special Forces Brigade.

They have been shopping with the little devils on Jingzhen Mountain for the past few days. Although some people brought them food at the beginning, the devils' artillery blocked them so badly that they couldn't send them up in the end, so they could only eat some dry food.

Counting it, they hadn't had a warm meal for two or three days. When they heard that there was food, the brothers cheered and whistled after Yang Ling.

The canteen of this temporary military depot is located in the ancestral hall in the village. The tables of the Eight Immortals are already filled with steaming meals.

The brothers didn't care about the image, they rushed into the room, picked up the sea bowl, and then pulled it into their own mouths, eating it like a whirlwind.

"Slow down, slow down, don't choke, these children are hungry."

The aunt who helped to cook the fire looked at the brothers who were wolfing down, and felt distressed.

This time, the quartermaster at the rear also did some personnel work. After Yang Ling and the others had finished eating, they brought over the clean and tidy military uniforms, and changed the tattered clothes on Yang Ling and the others.

The tense nerves these days suddenly relaxed, and the brothers also felt extremely tired. The brothers who had changed into new military uniforms quickly got into the room arranged for them and fell asleep. The snoring sounded like thunder in the room.

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The bright sun shines through the clouds and covers the small village on the edge of the Yichang battlefield. A clear stream rushes past the village, and women with wooden basins are squatting by the stream to wash clothes.

If it weren't for the occasional sound of guns and guns in the distance, this place would be like a paradise.

After Yang Ling and the others withdrew from the Jingzhen Mountain position to rest for the night, they were ordered to transfer to this small village, which was indifferent to the world, to rest for the next day.

The village is not big, and dozens of tile-roofed houses are scattered in a radius of two miles, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Most of the men in the village formed a stretcher team and went to the front to help carry the wounded, and the only ones left in the village were women except for the children and the elderly.