After gathering himself, Xia Yuan got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the surrounding scenery. The slope behind him blocked the sun, but it still couldn't block the scorching heat.
The old man in front of him had sweat stains on his face. He wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand and waved his hand in front of Xia Yuan's eyes.
"You idiot, stop looking, everyone is gone."
Xia Yuan focused his eyes and frowned. Just when he was browsing the surrounding environment, the system task panel appeared.
The mission world is the Battle of Songhu. According to the nature of the system, there is a high probability that we will persist until the Battle of Songhu is over.
The identity arranged by the system turned out to be a weak and strong man.
The group of skinny, ragged, and dark-skinned people in front of them were strong men captured by Chief Jia from several villages. They were squatting on the ground. Some of them had dull eyes, not caring about what just happened, and some turned their heads and stared at themselves.
Look, he has dark skin and only one pair of white eyes.
The old man in front of me is from the next village, and they have become quite familiar with each other during the week they left. The little man next to him, about fourteen or fifteen years old, is named Monkey, and his short stature certainly deserves this title.
Crouching behind the monkey was a man who was well-dressed and wearing a pair of glasses. One of the lenses was broken and the frame of the glasses was a little bent. I heard from Old Man Wang that this guy was a scholar, but he was a poor scholar. He had no money and was abandoned by the village.
The armor commander inside arrested him.
According to Bald's exemption policy, students are exempted from military service, but in the village, the landlords and bullies don't care about this. After receiving the money from above, you have to do things for the people above. They don't care whether you can perform military service or not. They will arrest you first.
Besides, once the people from the receiving unit take the person away, it has nothing to do with them. Whether to stay or not is what the national army should think about.
Xia Yuan sat down on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes burst out with a terrifying light: "When we get there, I will kill them."
Old Man Wang was surprised: "Is your head healed?"
Xia Yuan turned his head, sneered, and touched his head: "Hit me and woke me up. Do I still have to thank them?"
"Yes, yes." Old Man Wang felt a little unbelievable. He murmured for a long time and said, "This means that you, you idiot, shouldn't die."
"Then it's time for them to die." Xia Yuan did not intend to let these people go. These soldiers who took over the army had no idea how many lives they had on their hands. If he had not traveled through time, he would probably have lost the big ones at this time.
The corpse is in the wilderness.
"Don't do anything, they have guns in their hands." Old Man Wang was worried. He lowered his voice and looked nervously into the distance.
"What are you afraid of when you have a gun? I'm not afraid." Xia Yuan didn't care, "Don't you want to live?"
"I think so, but we've all come this far." Old Man Wang said, "When we stick to the military camp, our situation will be better."
"Are you really going to sacrifice your life for them?" Xia Yuan thought. He didn't want to sacrifice his life for the national army. Except for a few of the national army's official ranks, most of them were greedy for life and afraid of death. They were really not afraid of death.
It is those soldiers, those ordinary soldiers who created the glory of the White Army. They used their lives to achieve the achievements of those at the official level. It is not worth it to sacrifice their lives for them.
However, the mission of the system is to participate in the Battle of Songhu. There does not seem to be any trace of the Eighth Route Army in the Battle of Songhu.
"We can't go back now." Old Wang sat on the ground, a little slumped, and his already old face looked even older. A gust of wind blew dust over and blurred his eyes. Old Wang rubbed it and continued:
"You are still thinking about walking back. When we came out, we walked for a week. How can we go back? We walked for another week. When we came, there were more than a hundred people, and there are still a few there now."
Old Man Wang sighed: "You idiot, if you have a good head, don't think about these problems. I heard the commander in the district said that it is better to take care of our food when we get to the military camp than to be arrested again when we go back.
When the time comes, it’s not certain whether we can still get here.”
The monkey looked a little silly and squatted there without saying anything. The scholar lowered his head and was even more silent. The expressions of others were a little numb. One person kept coughing, and his whole body exuded a breath of death. He probably didn't live long.
.
Xia Yuan didn't say anything else. Most of those who could reach this point had reached their limit. If they persisted to the military camp, they might still have a way out. But if they really had to run away, where could they run? The road back was dozens of kilometers away. Could they run back?
Let's not talk about it. If they run back, the commander, Bao Bao, and the landlord bully will definitely not let them go.
The farmers living in this era are the worst off.
When it prospers, the people suffer. When it dies, the people suffer even more.
"Get up, get up, let's go, let's go."
After resting for more than ten minutes, the officers and soldiers were almost done resting, so they held their guns and kicked them with their feet.
The leader stared at Xia Yuan, spat, and looked at Old Man Wang with a curse: "Isn't this a lively thing? Give me some peace of mind, or else I'll be left here in the wilderness to feed wolves and dogs."
Although these people have no conscience, they still have some professional ethics. Some people in the recruiting units directly killed the young men for the sake of greed for a few dollars. There was no proof of death, and the food and clothing expenses spent on the young men were naturally lost.
in their pockets.
Although these people were evil, at least they were not killed for the sake of those few oceans.
However, in the initial group of more than 100 people, dozens of yuan went into the pockets of these people. Their waists were bulging, and they didn't have so many thoughts about the remaining people.
When counting the number of people, one person did not stand up. The officers and soldiers carrying guns walked over and kicked him: "Hey, get up."
The person next to him carefully stretched out his hand and probed in front of his nose, then withdrew his palm and said, "Sir, he is dead."
"Dead?" The officer was stunned for a moment, squatted on the ground, breathed, and muttered: "It's really dead. Sixth, come here and untie him. Lost it."
Someone died and it didn't cause much trouble. There were too many people who died along the way, and these people were all farmers. They all seemed very numb. Even when the rope was untied, they didn't move, waiting quietly for these things.
People collected the dead people.
For them, as long as it's not them who die, that's fine.
Xia Yuan looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but think of my regiment leader and my regiment. Like them, these people in front of me are also people who have lost their souls, and the souls that these people have lost are not the same as the souls that Fanla and the others have lost.
Same.
The strong man continued on his way.
The sun was so hot that the strong man tied his hands and kept wiping the sweat from his face. The undulating hillsides in the distance turned into giant dragons entrenching the plains. Xia Yuan knew that this was the boundary of Zhumadian.
They are about to rush to the garrison of the 40th Division of the Henan Army.
After the Battle of Songhu started, all provinces across the country responded positively, and more than 700,000 people rushed to the front line to fight. When the fighting was at its most intense, one division had just passed by and was gone in less than ten minutes. It’s not that they were all dead, but the formations
Gone, scattered, dead, running everywhere.
There were only two divisions from the Yu Department, one was the 40th Division and the other was the 45th Division.
He truly became a young man and walked for four full days. He did not go through the Long March, but he experienced the 180th Division and Changjin Lake. The journey the young man took was comparable to the first two. His hands were tied, and these journeys
The people in the military unit did not give them anything to eat or drink. After walking for two days, they were traveling during the day. Their mouths were dry and their lips were chapped. When they passed some towns, these people did not treat them as human beings at all.
Not even a sip of water was given to them.
People can go without eating for seven days, but they cannot go without drinking water for seven days.
Fortunately, there was a light rain that night, which dissipated the hot air and caused some water on the road. They lay on the ground and drank some of the water on the road before they persisted.
Some more people in the team of more than a dozen people died, and only nine people were left. Xia Yuan, Old Man Wang, Monkey, and the scholar were all among them. Everyone was exhausted.
The territory where the Forty Division was stationed was reached.
I saw the military camp stationed in the distance, and the running figures of the soldiers kept shaking, giving hope to the living but almost exhausted people.
The person who responded to them was a platoon leader, holding a whip in his hand, just like an ancient overseer.
"Sir, a lot of people died along the way. This is the only one left." The officer from the responding unit took out a handful of silver coins from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the platoon leader.
The platoon leader understood and waved his hand to indicate that their work was completed. Everyone looked at each other tacitly and left. Those who stayed will join the 40th Division to deal with the next all-out war of resistance.
None of these people could have imagined that the next battle would be very brutal.
"When you come to the military camp, obeying orders is your first lesson! Training is your second lesson! The Japanese will not give you time. You must master the skills to survive on the battlefield in the shortest possible time!"
The platoon leader of the receiving unit asked Xia Yuan and his team to stand in a row and then started his performance.
The content of the long speech is nothing more than 'Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country.'
Unfortunately, the platoon leader had little ink in his belly, so his words were dry and did not resonate with them. However, the last sentence made a group of strong men cheer for a while.
"Take them down to take a bath, have another meal, and start training tomorrow!"
The young men had not eaten for a long time. To them, this sentence was like going to heaven.
Old Man Wang said to Xia Yuan: "Big man, look, what I said is right. If we really go back, we may not be able to walk back, but in the military camp, at least we will not starve to death."
Old Man Wang's name for Xia Yuan has also changed. When he was stupid before, he would call him Dasha, or Silly Big, but now he calls him Big.
Xia Yuan's height is not short, he is 1.8 meters tall. In today's society, he is quite tall.
Being tall is not necessarily a good thing. Sunsets during World War II were generally between 1.5 and 1.6 meters tall. Lieutenant General Yanagawa Heisuke, the commander of the Japanese Tenth Army in Central China, was only 1.39 meters tall.
He was tall, and it was too conspicuous to attack the Japanese camp.
Xia Yuan stared around, but did not find the figures of the national soldiers who escorted them. He was a little disappointed: "Don't you want to take revenge? I still want to seek revenge from him later."
The previous ideas have to be abandoned. The Henan troops will also go to the Songhu battlefield. In the 40th Division, completing the system mission has become the only option at the moment.
"Revenge, please save it. I didn't see that he knew our commander. How many people died along the way? It's not easy for him to kill you."
Old Wang stared at him, afraid that Xia Yuan would have such thoughts.
"We have finally come this far, don't let it get to you."
Monkey also looked at Xia Yuan with a worried look: "Brother Xia..."
The scholar also looked at him, and everyone else looked at him similarly.
Xia Yuan rubbed the monkey's head and said to the others: "Okay, okay, I'm joking with you, let's live our life in the military camp."
"Sir, where are we going?" Old Man Wang watched the commander in front of him lead them out of the camp. They were surrounded by dense shrubs, and he couldn't help but feel worried.
"Hey, I'm afraid I'll kill you." The officer was pretty good, but not as arrogant as the platoon leader. He laughed loudly and said, "There is a river in front of you. Go take a bath there. Our company doesn't have that much water.
Let you take a bath. Newcomers will take a bath in that river, and you will do the same. We are not special."
Seeing that this man was very kind, Monkey's little mind became active and asked: "Brother, when can we get the gun?"
The officer smiled and said: "Boy, how old are you when you still touch a gun? Is it as good as a gun? It's early. When you are almost done with training, I will let you touch the gun."
While they were chatting, the scholar who had been silent for a long time walked up to Xia Yuan, his eyes under the broken lenses shining brightly: "Big man, are you literate? Have you ever gone to school?"
Xia Yuan glanced at the scholar.
The scholar is very young, in his early twenties, and his skin is a bit white, which is considered fair among them. He is usually very silent and does not like to talk. He knows Old Man Wang, Monkey and the others are from the same village. Basically, people who come out of Xiajia Village
Almost all of them are dead. Xiajia Village is very poor, with little land, and the landlords are so exploitative that many newborn children cannot be fed, and there are only a few young people.
For money, the landlords originally recruited people between the ages of 20 and 30, but they abruptly set the age at 15 to 40 or 50 years old. Most of the strong men captured in Xiajiacun
They are in their forties or fifties, and the people in the receiving units do not give them food or drink. They are like leashed animals every day, walking under the sun of 30 to 40 degrees. How many of them can make it this far?
.
They all died on the way.
Old man Wang was very lucky. When he came out, he hid half a piece of cake in his belt. He walked and ate secretly along the way. At night, he dug up tree roots, chewed them, and sucked the juice from the roots. He stayed alive all the way.
Come here, this guy may look kind on the outside, but he's dark on the inside.
Xia Yuan nodded.
His sense of being a scholar is quite good, but he is a bit out of touch with monkeys. Old Man Wang likes to be close to people, but he is very smart. When it comes to the battlefield, he is probably the kind of soldier.
Scholars don't talk much, but such people are easily infected. Once the country is in danger, they will be the first to respond.
He has a simple mind and is full of passion. Although he is not good at words, he has a fire in his eyes.