In the cold morning, a gray procession in the wilderness was hurrying northwest direction, the single column winding like a river full of reefs, with large intervals and long lines. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky was already dark, and the outline of the village of Junhei and the undulating hills could be vaguely seen in the distance.

Yang Ling walked at the forefront of the team with his 38 rifle on his back, he was the head sheep, but he was not yet able to get rid of the cold and cold, and the continuous rapid movement made his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and his back was already soaked, and the cold wind poured over, and it was cold.

There were more than 30 female hygienists in the team, and compared with Yang Ling, who had just recovered from a serious illness, their physical condition was even worse, and they were tired and out of breath not long after the rapid journey.

Looking at the female hygienists who couldn't keep up with the physical strength of each other, Yang Ling slowed down his pace from time to time so that they could keep up and not fall behind.

Yang Ling has his own opinion, from ancient times to the present, the protagonist of the battlefield is always a man, it is a battle between men, a collision of blood and courage, and women should stay away from this cruel battlefield, let men shelter them from the wind and rain, but now the country is ruined, even women have stepped on the battlefield, bearing the pain that should not be beared, I have to say that this is the sorrow of a nation, this is the sorrow of a country.

The war swept in, and several villages in Yang Ling and the others had been emptied, and they had become empty and depressed, with only the dead branches and leaves rolled up by the cold wind rattling on the streets.

Because he stayed in the nameless village by the river for several hours, Yang Ling was not sure whether the main pursuers of the devil soldiers had already captured Kunshan through the Qingyanggang Highway Bridge, so he did not go north to Kunshan, but went straight to Suzhou in the northwest.

Suzhou is passed by the Beijing-Shanghai railway, and there are also highways, and the troops of the National Revolutionary Army guarding Suzhou should not have been withdrawn, so as long as they go to Suzhou, they should be able to temporarily ensure the safety of these female hygienists behind them.

Yang Ling is not a coward, nor does he lack enough courage, but he knows that now for them, being alive is a hero, especially those women, if they fall into the hands of those devil soldiers who are inferior to beasts, the consequences are self-evident.

Therefore, Yang Ling now hopes to reduce contact with the devil chasers as much as possible, and it is his duty to transport these ineffective people to a safe location, and his mission was to protect the health team in the first place.

Lu Zitao was carrying a heavy medical box, his steps were getting heavier and heavier, his legs couldn't lift up as if they were filled with lead, and he clearly wanted to step out, but it was extremely difficult, and his consciousness felt a little trance.

He tried to breathe with his mouth long, and the white mist he exhaled quickly dissipated, and a large stream of cold wind poured into his throat and rushed into his lungs, dry and cold, and his throat was uncomfortably deadly.

He untied the kettle and poured it into his mouth with a grunt, but he couldn't walk a few steps and returned to his old state, his physical strength couldn't keep up, and he saw a hurried person running over him to the front, he couldn't walk anymore, he simply sat on the ground and prepared to rest and then follow.

With Lu Zitao taking the lead, the other hygienists who gritted their teeth and persevered collapsed as quickly as a dam with a gap, stopped one after another, and then collapsed like mud in the wet grass on the side of the road, gasping for breath.

"I can't walk, I can't walk." There are hygienists lying on their backs on the ground, even if the devil soldiers appear in front of them now, I'm afraid they won't bother to get up, and they are already exhausted and prostrate.

The hygienists are tired, the young men of the stretcher team are also tired, even Yang Ling and their soldiers with guns are also tired, but if they stay for a while now, there will be more danger, if the devils follow the Beijing-Shanghai railway to break through Suzhou before them, then they will fall behind the devil soldiers, which is undoubtedly more dangerous, now it is a race against the devil soldiers, and it is also a race against life.

"Yang... Company Commander Yang, we really can't walk anymore, can we take a break. Zhang Hongying crossed her hands on her hips, hunched over and gasped, sweat flowed down her forehead, leaving white traces on her originally dirty face, turning into a big flower face.

Yang Ling turned around and looked at the people who fell on the road like mud, helpless in his heart, if he continued to march, it would definitely not be effective, and nodded: "Rest for ten minutes, and then set off in ten minutes."

"Thank you, Company Commander Yang," Zhang Hongying turned around and beckoned, "Everyone rest for ten minutes, and set off in ten minutes."

In fact, there was no need for Zhang Hongying to say hello again, everyone in the health team and the stretcher team was already paralyzed on the ground, stretching out their tongues and gasping, and the only ones still standing were only more than 20 soldiers with guns.

Yang Ling also ordered to the more than 20 soldiers with guns: "Rest in place." Before Yang Ling's words fell, they were all paralyzed on the ground.

"Monkey, fifty meters to the left, go up the tree to be on guard." Yang Ling looked for a place to sit down while shouting at a thin and agile soldier.

The soldier named Monkey grabbed his gun and went straight to the tree on his left, fastened it to his body, spat on the palm of his hand, rubbed it, and climbed the tree with his hands and feet.

Seeing that the monkey was so vigorous, Yang Ling nodded secretly, if he could survive, he would definitely be a good scout if he could teach him in the future.

There was also a team about three or four miles behind Yang Ling and them who were hurrying forward, and more than a hundred heavily armed devil soldiers formed a line and quickly approached Yang Ling and them.

The devil soldiers are well-trained, and the scouting soldiers among them are even more elite, and their noses are as sensitive as dogs, and the traces left by Yang Ling's hurried journey have become the best markers for them to track, so they follow closely.

It's not that Yang Ling is careless, but now there are devil soldiers everywhere, and they are a small-scale remnant army of just over seventy, who will pay attention to them? They just need to keep running, pay attention to the vigilance on the way, and avoid the devils, so dealing with the traces left by the march is simply superfluous.

But what Yang Ling didn't expect was that there was really a team against them, that is, the devil soldier unit encountered in Jiangqiao, Yang Ling's successive voices and golden cicadas slapped the devil lieutenant's face fiercely, and captured the devil soldier's saber, so he became a thorn in the devil soldier's side, and wanted to get rid of it quickly.

"Hehe, company commander, can you lend me that devil knife to play with." The old king came to Yang Ling with a smile, but his eyes were staring at the devil captain command knife on Yang Ling's waist.

The old king was born as a cook, and he was a cook all his life, and finally mixed a position as a cooking squad leader, although he became a soldier, but most of the time he didn't have a gun, and he didn't have it, and he didn't bother to ask for it, so he often used a saber to defend himself.

The saber jumped out of the gap during the battle, and then fell off when he broke through, and there was no knife, although he changed the gun on his body, the old king felt empty in his heart, so he stared at the saber of the devil captain in Yang Ling's hand, and he still preferred the knife.

If he returns to the village with this captured devil saber, it will be enough to brag for a lifetime, but this knife was captured by Yang Ling, although he likes it, he has to discuss with Yang Ling, whether to exchange things or buy them, hoping to probe Yang Ling's tone.