After the white-knuckle battle, everyone was tired, and they dragged heavy footsteps, mixed with countless heavy gasps, and searched the battlefield diligently.

Grenades, grenades, grenades must be obtained, this thing has been consumed all the time, as for the lunch boxes and food left by the devils, they are their rations tomorrow, and they must also be taken.

"Company commander, more than 30 brothers died, and there were no wounded soldiers."

Liang Rui's gloomy face reported the situation.

"Burn it, use the devil's tent."

After Feng Ye finished speaking, he stood up.

"There are not enough rounds of ammunition for the fast and slow machines, less than 300 rounds in total, and each brother will not be able to get a full magazine."

Zhang Chuan brought what Feng Ye was most worried about, they were able to kill all the way out of Nanjing, and the assault firepower formed by a large number of fast and slow planes gave them great help, and now the bullets they carried were finally exhausted.

"Gather all the bullets together and divide them among the five brothers, let them keep two magazines, and put away the rest of the fast and slow machines, and let the brothers change to Hanyang."

Feng Ye did not let the brothers abandon the fast and slow machine, this thing is a scarce item in the Chinese army, as long as it reaches the rear, there is still a place to replenish the bullets.

"Company commander, now that there is a shortage of manpower, the brothers are carrying a lot of weight, and there are no bullets, did you let the brothers throw it?"

Wang Ning suggested on the side.

"No, take them all, there is no need for the wounded soldiers to keep Hanyang, throw away the excess Hanyangzao, this thing can't be thrown, even if each person carries a handful, they must be brought back."

"The collected devil's lunch box, let the brothers eat it now, each person can bring an empty lunch box, have you found the devil's food?"

Feng asked.

"There are three bags of rice, two bags of white flour, and miscellaneous and a handful."

Chen Hua heard Feng Yi's question and came over to report.

"Cheng, eat all the captured lunch boxes, replenish the strength of the brothers, set off in five minutes, before leaving, burn the brothers who died in battle."

Feng Yi waved his hand, he didn't want to move at all now, he was tired to death.

After this series of battles, Feng Yi's prestige finally did not have to rely on Wang Ying's military law to maintain, and the brothers resigned themselves to abandoning part of the Hanyang Manufacturing, and carrying the fast and slow machine with an empty gun chamber.

"Give"

Wang Ying got a devil's lunch box, the polished rice in it had been collected together, and the rest were candy and persimmons, as well as a few biscuits, and she was carrying Feng Yi's backpack on her back.

"Eat, give me the backpack."

Feng Yi said, pointing to the backpack, he was indeed very hungry, but he still wanted to leave these things to Wang Ying, women should be fine, for people like him, just stutter.

Wang Ying took off the backpack and handed it to Feng Ng, then opened the lunch box, took out a piece of candy, and stuffed it into Feng Ng's mouth.

"Hmm"

Feng Yi was quietly tearing off half of the flatbread from his backpack, preparing to fill his stomach with this, and there was still a long way to go tonight.

"One piece per person."

Facing Feng Yi's surprised eyes, Wang Ying smiled mischievously, signaled that he still had a piece, and then stuffed it into his mouth, wrapped it greedily, and swallowed the saliva with sugar.

"Okay, no more"

Wang Ying clapped his hands and signaled that the lunch box was empty, and Feng Yi, who was a little stunned at this time, was still holding the half of the flatbread in his hand.

Most of the candies, persimmons and biscuits in the lunch box were stuffed into Feng Ying's mouth in Wang Ying's hands.

"Wait, here's for you, pad, you'll have to go all the way at night."

It wasn't until Wang Ying stood up that Feng Ye reacted, and the god grabbed Wang Ying's hand and stuffed the half of the flatbread in his hand.

Feng Yi's hands were very dirty, not only did he have dirt on his hands, but there were also many devils' blood donations, which were sticky on his hands, and there was a lot of staining on the big cake that he had taken for such a short while.

"You need it more, it's mine, it's yours."

Wang Ying did not dislike the big cake contaminated with blood donation, put the lunch box on the ground, and with both hands, half of the cake was divided into two, a small half was kept for himself, and more than half of it was stuffed back to Feng Yi.

"Thank you for saving me, you are a good person."

Wang Ying smiled, and the burst of brilliance flashed in Feng Yi's eyes like a shock, and the shallow smile left on the corner of his mouth was like nothing in the hidden darkness, and the bonfire had gradually been extinguished.

"Captain, it's almost time to go."

Looking at Feng Ng, who was sluggish, Wang Ying suppressed his throat and reminded Feng Que in the tone of a chief, this tone is more like a reminder than a ridicule.

"Oooh"

Feng Yi hurriedly stood up and stuffed the flatbread into his mouth in two bites.

"Gollum"

After a few sips of water, I felt a kind of fullness in my stomach, and I don't know if it was because I was in too much of a hurry.

"Company commander, it's ready, are you going to send it off?"

Liang Rui ran over, a torch in his hand.

Less than twenty meters away from Feng Yi, the fallen brothers lay under the devil's wooden ammunition box, covered with tents, and under the ammunition box were all kinds of flammable materials collected by the brothers nearby.

"Send-off"

Feng Yi withdrew the new students who had been flying for nine days, put the kettle on his back, took the torch and walked over.

"Brothers, maybe you will complain that I have driven you to a dead end, forced to break through the road of life and death, but at least we don't have to bend our knees under the devil's bayonet, and we won't become traitors and lackeys of devils, because we are all warriors, and death is our fate, but you are in front, one day, we will all be reunited below, life and death grievances, we will continue at that time. Good all the way"

Feng Ye shouted, shoving the torch into the gap in the ammunition box.

"Crackling"

As torches were stuffed in, the wooden ammunition boxes quickly burned, and the sky-high flames enveloped the remains of the brothers who had died in battle, and the cold wind made a mournful sound.

"Departure"

Feng Ye shouted, telling the brothers who had just been a little sad to start again.

After crossing the intersection closest to Tangshan Town, along the way, Feng Ye never encountered the devil's roadcard again, maybe because of the dark night, the devils all cowered in the town to repair, maybe because of the devil's siege of Nanjing, the reason for the lack of devils in the periphery, in the early morning of December 15, Feng Ye took the brothers into the Jingmao Mountain Range, a small hill called Leopard Mountain, and further on, it was one hill after another, and they were finally much safer.

The moonlight finally shone down and shone on the mountains and rivers of Nanjing, and the procession of hundreds of people was stretched in a straight line, and the chaotic steps were the breathing of the brothers, evenly spaced and rhythmic.

There was a lot of vegetation in this hill, but it was full of yellow weeds and low shrubs, and small trees interspersed with shrubs, and as for the tall trees to hide in, it was not none, but there were too few, so they had to go on.