"There are three of you left, who will talk about it?" Lu Di could only talk about his experience, and Wang Laomao stared at the remaining three soldiers again.

"I won't talk." said one of the soldiers. "After the talk, everyone will not be in a good mood."

"Don't!" How could Wang Laomao let these three people go?

The battles that a soldier or even a team have participated in are only partial battles and it is impossible to have an understanding of the situation on the entire battlefield.

In Wang Laomao's understanding, if he did not listen to Li Chenghong's statement, how could he know that the above prediction would be wrong and directly withdrew the forces in Hangzhou Bay's defense against the Japanese landing.

If he didn't listen to He Xiangcai's story, how could he know that other troops were fighting so fiercely in hand-to-hand combat?

If he didn't listen to Lu Di's story, how could he know that in addition to the Northeast Army, the Chinese army, there was actually an 8th Division, which had to bear the Japanese army for more than 20 days.

"Oh, just talk, or I always have a thorn in my heart." At this time, another soldier finally spoke.

So the others began to listen quietly again.

"I fight the Japanese myself, there is nothing to say, I just charge with everyone and then fight street fights with the Japanese Japanese.

At that time, we won the battle in a row and the Japanese devils retreated. But when everyone was happy, who would have thought that the Japanese devils' warships on the Huangpu River would fire?

The houses we were in were all blown up and I was buried in bricks and tiles, but fortunately, I was not dead.” The soldier was talking very plainly, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.

Perhaps after really experiencing a war of life and death, people should take life and death lightly.

But just when everyone thought he was about to finish his speech, he suddenly sighed again: "I was buried in the pile of bricks and couldn't move, but my eyes could see that two of us surrendered."

The tone of this scholar's remark was not high, but the word "surrender" was so harsh that under the dim coal and light, everyone's expressions changed, especially Wang Laomao's eyebrows were even more towering.

"Although it is not necessary to surrender when fighting the Japanese devils, how can I say that the two surrendered were still children, and I don't know them. They were later replenished to our company and looked only fifteen or sixteen years old." The soldier also regretted the two surrendered people.

"Then you can't surrender!" At this time, the female salt policeman Ju Hongxia interjected in.

Everyone understood that the Japanese army was cruel.

If a female soldier like Ju Hongxia surrendered to the Japanese army, then it is conceivable what the fate of waiting for her will be, so the female soldier would rather commit suicide than be captured.

Because of Ju Hongxia's voice, everyone looked at her, but the soldier who was telling her did not read it, but continued.

"I was still pressed by a brick and couldn't move. I was afraid that the Japanese devils would find out that I was still alive and then shoot me again, so I could only watch it secretly.

But maybe the Japanese devils have discovered that I was just my head was hit by a brick at that time, and they thought I was dead." The soldier began to tell the story again, "I just watched the Japanese soldiers surrounding the two surrendered children."

When talking about this, the soldier changed the noun after surrendering to a child, but in fact the two soldiers were really children, and they could only be regarded as baby soldiers.

"I saw the Japanese devils tied these two children to the door frame that was not blown down, and then they were stabbed to death with bayonets.

The Japanese soldiers who stabbed these two children must have never killed anyone, because I saw their hands trembling at the time.

Alas, it’s a pity for those two children. They shouldn’t surrender. If they surrender, they only end up like this. It’s such a sin!”

The soldier stopped telling and the scene became silent again.

Although the surrenders are hateful, according to the soldier's story, these two surrendered baby soldiers made Shang Zhen and others unable to hate them anyway.

In fact, there is no natural warrior, and everyone has cowardice in their hearts.

If these two baby soldiers just surrendered and did not raise their guns to their own people, then there is no reason they have to put these two baby soldiers into the ranks of traitors.

Kerosene smoke still surrounds the ancestral hall. Now there is smoke from smoking. The soldiers do not make a sound, but their eyes are looking at different places and thinking.

"Oh, what I see is worse than what you see." A soldier who had not spoken at this time finally spoke.

Everyone's eyes naturally turned to him, but this time no one asked him to continue to tell. Even Wang Laomao, who was diligent in urging others to tell stories at the beginning, didn't say anything.

"I won't talk about fighting the Japanese devils in the front.

When we were evacuating, we were swept away by the Japanese tanks. You all know how powerful the Japanese tanks are, so I won’t explain in detail.

The grenades were thrown away, so who could do anything to get that iron guy?

I hid in a bullet crater and watched the Japanese tank chasing from behind.

The Japanese in the small tank probably didn't see me, but I saw three of us hidden behind a pile of soil.

The little ghost's tank car ran to the location next to the mound. At that time, I thought that the little ghost probably didn't see the person behind the mound.

But Sui Chengxiang thought, just when the Japanese tank was about to reach the mound, he suddenly turned and ran to the mound and crashed into the mound!

The mound was not big or high. After the Japanese tank went up, they crushed two of them to death. The third leg was broken and he was still alive and moved on the ground. Later, the Japanese infantry came up and shot him. Alas." The soldier's voice became lower and lower, so that his last sigh was almost inaudible.

At this time, Shang Zhen glanced at Wang Laomao with deep meaning, and Wang Laomao felt blushing. He was so sorry for his mouth! Why do you have to uncover everyone’s scars?

But when Wang Laomao was regretting it, Ju Hongxia spoke: "Did you have a gun in your hand at that time?"

"Huh?" The narrator looked at Ju Hongxia without saying a word, obviously that was the default.

"Then you are a coward!" Ju Hongxia suddenly said, her voice was not very loud, but her tone was unquestionable, "You have a gun in your hand, and you can't hit a tank, why can't you hit the Japanese devils who are re-selling the gun?"

Really, Xu Hongxia's voice was really not high, but his words were indeed like a thunderclap sounding in this night with dim lights. If there was a sound when his neck twisted was heard, everyone would really look at her.

Yu Hongxia's chest was obviously very excited. The opposite was the soldier who was called a coward who was slapped by him, and his head was hanging down.

But after a moment, Wang Laomao suddenly stood up and threw the cigarette butt in his hand angrily on the ground. Everyone looked at him again.

"Have you killed the Japanese soldiers after you escape?" Wang Lao Mao asked the narrator who was already a little ashamed.

"Two more Japanese soldiers were killed on the road," the narrator replied in a low voice.

"Then you are not a coward, you are not a bear guy!" Wang Laomao answered with certainty.

The soldier didn't expect Wang Laomao to say this, and finally raised his head and looked at Wang Laolang with gratitude, but Ju Hongxia stopped doing it. She asked Wang Laomao and said, "Why isn't that?"

Ju Hongxia felt that what she said made sense, and she didn't think Wang Laomao was right.

But Wang Laomao's answer was very Wang Laomao. How could he debate with a young woman like Ju Hongxia? His answer was: "If I say no, then it's not! You sissy, what a fool!"
Chapter completed!