Staff officer Liu Ming carefully wrote a note for Yang Ling, then stamped it with a red stamp and handed it to Yang Ling, who hurriedly folded it and kicked it into his pocket. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Brother Yang, it's too late to regret it now, I will have to report to the Third Theater Command in a few days, and I can't do anything if you look for me again."

Staff officer Liu Ming was still full of doubts about Yang Ling's insistence on going to the 74th Army, and he really couldn't understand Yang Ling's thoughts if he didn't go to a good elite division of German weapons, he had to go to a newly established unit.

Yang Ling naturally wouldn't change it, and in order to express his gratitude to Liu Ming, he invited him to drink two cups to catch up with the old days.

Liu Ming laughed and said: "I still have a lot of things here, and those who drink will be recorded in the account first, and when I finish this busy period of time, I have to drink poor."

"Then I'm not going to do it." Yang Ling also laughed.

Yang Ling and Liu Ming both escaped from Shanghai together, although they are now in different units, but this affection will not change because of time and space.

After the two teased each other, Liu Ming put away his smile: "This little devil will not die in my heart, I am afraid that there will be a battle in the future, the battlefield soldiers are dangerous and dangerous, and now you are also a dignified battalion commander, don't always rush to the front when you fight, take care more."

"Take care, too." Liu Ming's words can be regarded as a kind reminder, and Yang Ling naturally remembered it in his heart.

Liu Ming was in charge of containing the defeated troops in Chuzhou, and Yang Ling finished his work, so naturally he didn't want to bother more, so he quickly left.

"Remember you owe me a drink." Liu Ming stood at the door and reminded loudly.

Yang Ling also replied with a smile: "When the time comes, please drink authentic Shandong burning knives."

"It's a deal!"

The two waved goodbye, but they didn't know that in these chaotic years, once they separated, they didn't know what year and month they would see each other again.

Yang Ling made his way through the streets crowded with refugees and routs, and soon returned to the large courtyard where they had settled.

With Liu Ming's approval, Yang Ling and they also have a place to go, but the 74th Army has withdrawn to Bengbu, Anhui Province in the north to assemble and contain, and he has to quickly lead the brothers to catch up, in case they miss the time, who knows where they will withdraw again.

Besides, this Chuzhou city is too close to Nanjing, and with the attack speed of the Japanese army, it will be able to fight in a few days, and this is not a place to stay for a long time.

After Yang Ling returned to the courtyard, he immediately called several company commanders over for a short small meeting, explaining where they were about to go.

"Battalion commander, I'll go wherever you say, I don't have any opinions." Liu Yidao is a staunch supporter of Yang Ling, and as soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, he expressed his position.

Wang Huzi hesitated for a long time and said, "Wherever you go, you are fighting devils, I call it."

The old smoking guns and they all spoke one after another, now this army is in chaos, they don't know where to go, now Yang Ling pointed out a clear way for them, and they didn't refuse.

"Okay, since everyone agrees, then I won't say anything more, it's still the same sentence, there is a bite of my Yang Ling, there is definitely a bite of you to eat, you choose to follow me Yang Ling, that is to trust me, I will definitely not treat you badly."

Yang Ling's words were true, which made the old smoker feel down-to-earth in their hearts, and it was their luck to follow such a chief.

Although it was decided to go north to Bengbu to chase the 74th Army, no one knew what would happen on the road in these chaotic years, and Yang Ling had to make all preparations.

"Qin Shou, how much money do we have?" Yang Ling set his sights on Qin Shou, who was in charge of the small treasury of the guerrilla battalion.

Qin Shou replied painfully: "When I broke through, I only brought out four hundred and five silver dollars, and the rest were all lost in Nanjing."

In the cruel breakthrough battle in Xiaguan, where his life could not be guaranteed, Qin Shou was still thinking about the silver dollar, and brought so many out, Yang Ling sighed secretly, it was really difficult for him.

"I'll give you a task, you go to the street and keep a hundred of these silver dollars for reserve, and exchange the rest for bacon, sugar, steamed buns, and rice, and buy me everything you can eat, and in addition, buy some medicine and gauze in case you need it."

"Battalion commander, let's just buy some enough to eat, isn't it a waste to buy so much?" Qin Shou was puzzled.

"Let's go north to Bengbu, we don't know what the situation is on the road, now we can make more preparations first, so as not to go hungry on the road."

Yang Ling understands that people are iron and rice are steel, and if they leave Chuzhou, they will have no land to supply, and the countryside in these years is not rich, and their two hundred brothers can't be sloppy when they eat horses.

Qin Shou got Yang Ling's order to go to the street to purchase, although Chuzhou poured in a large number of refugees and routs, and the war was approaching here, but there were many traders, in addition to the price was several times more expensive than usual, not to mention food, ammunition could be bought, and how much it wanted.

The old smoking gun was sent by Yang Ling to Chuzhou Station to inquire about the news of the military train, if he could take a car to Bengbu, it would be much better than walking.

With Yang Ling's order, more than 200 brothers were busy, packing up their things and preparing to go north to Bengbu to report to the new troops.

Yang Ling and the others packed up their things and prepared to go to the 74th Army, and Zhao Wenbin, the battalion commander who broke out with them, also came to say goodbye to Yang Ling, and he also wanted to go back to his 122nd Division of the Northeast Army.

Zhao Wenbin's battalion was lost half of it when he was in Jiangyin, and the other half was also wiped out when he was in Nanjing, and now he has become the commander of the light pole, although his face did not show it, but Yang Ling knew that he was uncomfortable.

"You really won't come with us?" Zhao Wenbin and his brothers fought bloodily on the battlefield, and they did not lack courage, but the commanders above were too incompetent, which led to heavy losses, and Yang Ling sympathized with him and wanted to save them.

But Zhao Wenbin stubbornly shook his head: "The Northeast Army is my root, and I still hope to fight back to my hometown with my brothers."

Seeing Zhao Wenbin say this, Yang Ling also sighed in his heart, he really wanted to go back to the Northeast, I don't know what year and month.

Yang Ling took out more than ten silver dollars from his arms and stuffed them into Zhao Wenbin's hand: "Take the food you bought on the road."

Zhao Wenbin wanted to refuse, but thinking that he was penniless now, the words of refusal came to his mouth and swallowed back: "Thank you, when the salary is paid, I will send it to you."

"When I am a brother, I can take it with peace of mind, don't say whether to send it or not, it will make a difference."

A warm current surged in Zhao Wenbin's heart, "I handed over your brother, and when I need help in the future, I will say it, and I, Zhao Wenbin, will not be ambiguous." ”

"Okay, I've made a note of that."

Zhao Wenbin said goodbye to Yang Ling and left, looking at Zhao Wenbin's back getting farther and farther away, Yang Ling took a deep breath, they also had to embark on a new journey.

Yang Ling and their luck were very good, they caught a military train to transport the wounded to the north, and traveled all the way, arriving in the cold and windy Bengbu in late December.