Chapter 32: The Devil's Camp Appears

  The Gan River flows rapidly, and it's absolutely absurd to think that we can transport weapons and ammunition with our bare hands. So Wang Yuanyi prepared some wooden rafts, and groups of soldiers were ready to cross the Gan River by paddling the rafts.

  "Company commander, can't even get it done, might as well let them feed the fish. Setting fires is too shameful." Wang Yaowu was eager to try.

  "Wipe them out, they'll run away, just wait honestly for me, and let's talk after they land." Zhang Lingfu lay in the mugwort grass, not saying a word.

  Several soldiers have followed the arrangement, pouring a large amount of gasoline on the wormwood, and in the dark, pairs of soldiers are burying landmines along the shore. Groups of soldiers, fearing that the power is not enough, also placed a large amount of gunpowder in the wormwood thickets, this army has a heavenly feeling.

  "Battalion commander, the enemy has landed and is moving in our direction," the middle-aged captain excitedly said to Zhang Lingfu.

  Zhang Lingpu forgot about the enemy army on shore, and couldn't help but be distracted. The stage was so vast, yet he could only exchange blows with these minor characters. Similarly, it was a matter of eliminating enemies with ease, but as an enemy, the gap between this group of enemies in front of him and his senior's enemies was absolutely not ordinary.

  "Company Commander, the enemy has landed." Wang Yaowu waved his arm in front of Zhang Lingfu, who then came to.

  "Tell the good swimmers among the brothers to release all their boats, I see they have no boats and how can they retreat? Today I will let them swim back by themselves." Zhang Lingfu had just finished giving orders when several old soldiers jumped into the water. In a short while, all the enemy's water transportation tools were drifting away along the Gan River.

  The team that launched the sneak attack was led by an old squad leader under Wang Yuanyi, whose eyebrows were furrowed into a "川" shape. "We're really screwed, who tied up the wooden rafts? They've all floated away. If we lose, how are we going to get back? Let's retreat now."

  "The battalion commander can't retreat, we don't have wooden rafts, and we can only swim back. If the enemy finds out, they'll shoot us from behind, and we'll become targets. By then, our brothers might all die in the Gan River. Moreover, our unjustified retreat will make those who fought on the front lines pay the price. Are you certain that we will definitely lose?" The deputy battalion commander said anxiously.

  "But if we don't retreat, we won't have any backing at all. You're very clear about the 3rd Division's combat strength, and their commander is skilled in strategy? Do you know where our enemy is?" The old regimental commander had obviously heard of the 3rd Division's name, so he was visibly tense.

  "I don't know exactly where the enemy is, but I do know that they are right in front of us. And I also know that General's tens of thousands of troops are at the forefront of their position, attracting their firepower. Even if they discover our plan, for a while, they won't have enough forces to deal with us, as they only have over ten thousand men." The young deputy regiment commander seemed to have some insight.

  "Alright, military orders are like mountains. Since our order is to occupy the south bank of Gan River and provide an opportunity for the follow-up troops to break through, even if we sacrifice ourselves, we must complete the task." The old regiment commander nodded and said this, actually he was just providing a boost to everyone's morale, because he knew that going back wasn't that simple, but advancing had the possibility of victory, so he chose the latter.

  "Let's keep moving forward, Captain." The deputy captain was still young and was clearly infected by the old captain's words. With an urgent mood, he walked into the thistle thicket, and after walking for four or five minutes, they still hadn't reached the shore.

  Instead, it was Old Squad Leader who discovered the crisis, he grabbed Second Egg's sleeve, "Second Egg,"

  "Have you smelled something delicious?"

  "There is, but it's not clear, Battalion Commander. Don't think too much about it. Anyway, we've already come here and our main force troops are creating opportunities for me. We can't retreat no matter what." The young battalion commander was speechless at the old battalion commander's sudden change, even having an impulse to shoot him with a single bullet.

  "Squad leader, it seems like someone is smoking over there." A veteran with exceptionally good eyesight finished speaking and then raised his gun to prepare for an ambush.

  "We're in the weeds now, and the enemy hasn't found us. If you fire a shot, they might be able to locate us, and our surprise attack will be gone. We either don't fight or suddenly occupy the riverbank and quickly build a position. Let's go, look at the number of cigarette butts on the other side, there seem to be quite a few people." The old battalion commander led his troops towards Zhang Lingfu's location.

  The distance was getting closer and closer, and the marching troops were all elite. Although it was less than a hundred meters away, there was not a single sound. The old captain finally saw the situation in front of him clearly. There were about fifty people opposite, and more than a dozen were smoking. For a moment, the old captain had an impulse to wipe out the opponent.

  Thirty meters away, the old squad leader could even hear the laughter and jokes from the other side, shameless and absurd yellow jokes. It turned out that these self-proclaimed revolutionary troops also had this hobby.

  Fifteen meters away, the old squad leader could clearly see the young officer at the front, took out a cigarette again, and also a lighter, but why didn't he use the lighter to light the cigarette, instead he used it to burn the wormwood on the ground.

  "Grass, hurry up and retreat with me!" The old team leader cursed loudly. He finally knew what the smell was earlier - gasoline, a smell that he had only smelled in the commander's small car before, but now it had become an omen of death.

  Flames filled the sky, with rolling explosions, and the reeds where 2,000 people were hiding instantly became a hell on earth. Non-stop, soldiers turned into human torches, followed by wailing cries.

  "Unlike the young soldiers, the old squad leader suddenly bent down, he knew that the higher you stand, the less oxygen in the air, and the harder it is for people to pass through. To survive, the old squad leader indeed sold out his former comrades, after a burst of running, he arrived at the riverbank."

  Couldn't take it anymore, with a splash he jumped into the water, only to be caught by a rope before he could even swim two strokes. The one who caught him was a young military officer, who had just set the fire. His evil expression, like that of a devil, would never be forgotten.

  "How could there be a useless person like you under Wang Yuanyi's command?" Zhang Lingfu asked the old squad leader in surprise.

  "Devil, don't come over! You're a devil! So many of my soldiers have died, all burned to death by your flames. You're not human. Kill me too!" The old battalion commander kept wailing and didn't return to Zhang Lingfu's question, which made Zhang Lingfu very annoyed.

  "Let him go, he's crazy." Wang Yaowu felt a bit unbearable. Although he was very arrogant, but in his heart, he was actually very kind, so he couldn't do such cruel things.

  Zhang Lingfu, however, did not do so. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed the old squad leader with a "pu" sound. After a loud cry, the old squad leader's eyes seemed to have a bit more spirit. Zhang Lingfu immediately followed up by saying, "Don't be in such a hurry to die, first take a look at how your soldiers died."

  "You're not human, you'll be punished." The old squad leader closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of his own soldiers dying miserably, although he had just escaped himself as a deserter. He had the courage to escape on his own, but not the courage to watch them die.

  "Retribution, I don't believe in retribution. If heaven is really that effective, send ten times more enemies than mine to surround me and tell you, even if heaven does so, I can still break through. Old thing." Zhang Lingfu added with a mouthful of blood on his dagger.

  The young battalion commander did not flee shamelessly like the old battalion commander, but organized nearly half of the troops to attack towards the shore. However, they kept stepping on landmines and people kept falling down, morale constantly plummeting. When they broke out of the reeds, a trench appeared in their line of sight, densely packed with soldiers. Their own old battalion commander stood innocently at the top of the trench, stripped naked, his eyes devoid of any spark, like a walking corpse, continuously wailing - "Devil".