Su Rui's first words were like thunder, shaking everyone to the core.
"Now we are facing tens of thousands of Japanese troops, with the Yangtze River rolling behind us. Not only are the Japanese pressing forward step by step, but they also want to block our retreat. According to the news from Company Commander Wu, the Japanese on the river behind us have already
There are more and more, and it won't be long before they capture Yijiang Gate, and then all our retreats will be blocked. Brothers, what do you think we should do?"
There was silence in the hall, and everyone's expressions changed. After fighting the Japanese for so many days, are they really going to die here in the end?
Lin Shiqian, the newly appointed commander of the first battalion, said unwillingly: "Sir, how about we retreat to Yijiangmen and cross the river at night before the Japanese surround us? What do you think?"
Su Rui said coldly: "We crossed the river overnight, where are the boats? Where are the boats that cross the river? All the boats on the riverside have been raided. After several days of crossing the river, there are not many left. Now there are only a few.
There are also ships on the other side of the river, so how can they risk their lives to pick us up?"
"These bastards!" Li Yifeng punched the shell box under him and said angrily: "If we hadn't blocked the Japanese here for them, how could they have withdrawn to the other side of the river so easily! Why, we just passed
The river is about to burn down the bridge? They are a bunch of ungrateful bastards who will not save you!"
Bai Jingran on the side shook his head and said: "It can't be said that they are unwilling to save us. The problem is that they can't save us now. Don't think about it, after these few days of rescue, how many ships will they have left?
Is it worth sending out all the last boats for a lone force like ours? Moreover, the Japanese we have already alerted today, Captain Wu also said just now, there are now more than ten Japanese patrol boats on the river, these new ones
The patrol boat is also equipped with naval guns, will they just watch us cross the river?"
Bai Jingran's words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, and everyone's psychology seemed to be weighed down by a huge boulder, so heavy.
In the end, it was Li Yifeng who spoke out what everyone was thinking, "Sir, could it be... are we really... really all going to die here?"
Su Rui and Bai Jingran didn't speak, they just kept silent.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise from nearby.
Su Rui, who was feeling depressed, turned around and was about to scold him when he saw a wounded soldier running out of the side hall and shouting: "Doctor, doctor, come and save people!"
Suri asked impatiently: "What happened? Why is it so noisy?"
"Sir, a wounded soldier inside committed suicide!"
"What? Suicide?"
Suri stood up and strode to the side hall, followed by other officers.
After arriving at the side hall, they saw a group of people gathered in a corner, including nurses and wounded people. Seeing Su Rui and the others arriving, everyone got out of the way.
"What's going on?" Su Rui asked in a deep voice.
A nurse wore a temporary mask sewn with white cloth, covering her entire face, revealing only a pair of tired and beautiful big eyes. She looked up at Suri and said softly: "This wounded man committed suicide."
Got it!"
After that, as if she felt the mask was stuffy, she pulled off the mask and started crying. Su Rui saw that the nurse was none other than Yang Peile, a female student with a beautiful and cute baby face.
Su Rui was shocked, walked to the temporary hospital bed behind her, and lifted up the blanket covering it.
A pile of cotton wool blew up in the wind and scattered everywhere.
A soldier curled up silently on the hospital bed, with big, dull eyes open and black and green lips. If you look closely, isn't this soldier the same wounded soldier who had his legs amputated just now?
He is really dead!
Just now, he tore open the corners of the quilt underneath him, and then inhaled a large amount of cotton into his lungs, choking himself to death, silently.
The extremely asymmetrical body of the soldier who committed suicide curled up quietly on the green sheets, his blue face was stained with cotton balls, and his black mouth was so wide that it was unbearable to look at.
Crying, some people began to cry in a low voice. Gradually, like a plague, it caused more excited sobbing in the crowd. The wounded soldiers and nurses around them began to cry slowly, which soon aroused more people's cries.
sad.
Su Rui stood aside with a livid face, his hands folded in front of his chest, and his sharp eyes like razor blades wandered among the people who were weeping without any scruples.
Suddenly, Yang Peile cried "Wow" loudly.
While shedding tears, she cried bitterly and cursed at the corpse of the soldier lying on the hospital bed: "You coward! You are a deserter!"
"Do you know that in order to save you, we have four sisters taking turns to give you blood transfusions, and we haven't rested for two days!"
"Do you know that in order to operate on you wounded people, Pastor Tabitha had already collapsed on the operating table from exhaustion just now!"
"You are all dead, who will avenge the compatriots in Nanjing!"
"Are you still a man?"
"Are all the men in China dead?"
Looking at Yang Peile, who was crying and his face was full of tears, everyone fell silent. Su Rui also looked at her carefully as if he was meeting her for the first time.
Suri stared at her profile carefully, and then realized that this cute doll-like girl next door was actually so strong at the moment. Looking from the side, she actually had a sculptural face! Tall and straight.
The bridge of the nose, a pair of eyes as clear as a deep pool, long eyelashes, two beautiful and slender eyebrows, and curly and shiny short hair raised at the corners of the lips.
In an instant, Su Rui felt that the surroundings seemed to become brighter, and an elegant and beautiful feeling suddenly surged into my heart. The dimly lit side hall that felt uncomfortable just now seemed to suddenly become an intoxicating place.
The atmosphere and the soft whispers of the people around him seemed like soft threads floating in a warm and cheerful river. He held his breath, fearing that the sudden sound would startle the swan and fly away.
Suddenly, Su Rui seemed to have figured out something. In the future, he is just one of thousands of ordinary people at the bottom of society, running around for survival all day long. Now that he is here, he can participate in this event.
In this magnificent war, so what if you die here? Life passes by for decades, and in the end everyone has to die. Dying on the anti-Japanese battlefield is much more spectacular than dying in a hospital bed!
Thinking of this, Su Rui's originally fearful mood calmed down.
He looked at everyone and said slowly: "Okay, everyone, be quiet. Now let me tell you something!"
Having said this, Su Rui's sharp eyes circled around everyone's faces and said: "Everyone, we are surrounded by the Japanese, and it is very likely that even Yijiangmen will be occupied by the Japanese tomorrow. At that time, we will be surrounded on all sides.
We are surrounded, which means we are all going to die here!"
After Su Rui's words were spoken, there was a deathly silence around him, and everyone looked at him silently with an expressionless face.
At this point, Suri continued: "Maybe some people will say that we can surrender to the Japanese, and maybe the Japanese will not kill us. Let me tell you, people who think like this are dreaming! The Japanese are already in Nanjing
The civilians are being massacred in the city, and no surrendered soldiers will be spared! If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself. The gate is right here. You can just go, I will never stop you.
"
The wounded people around looked at each other, no one said a word, and only Suri's voice was left around.
"You might die if you stay here and follow me to fight the Japanese!"
"But!" Su Rui's voice instantly rose several dozen decibels, "So what if I die, if I can die on the battlefield of defending the country, if I can die on the battlefield of resisting Japan, I will die with no regrets!"
Su Rui said the last sentence with all his strength.
There was silence all around, and none of the wounded or soldiers moved. As if they were tired, Suri sat on a bed and kept silent.
After a long time, Suri raised his head and said: "Since no one is leaving, it means that everyone will fight the Japanese to the end. Now I will teach everyone to sing a song."
After saying that, Su Rui's deep voice rang out. This was a song that had long been forgotten in Su Rui's mind. But at this moment, the lyrics and melody of the song were so clear in his mind that it made
He sang it involuntarily.
Suri's voice is hoarse due to the command operations these days, but this does not affect the beautiful melody of this song.
"A big river has wide waves
The wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides of the bank
My family lives on the shore
I'm used to hearing the boatman's slogans
I’m used to seeing white sails on ships…”
When he sang this, Suri was already in tears. He never thought that this song, which he had been singing since he could remember, would be so beautiful and touching.
Yang Peile's tired legs could no longer support her delicate body. Slowly, she knelt on the ground and sat on her legs. Her beautiful eyes became cloudy and dim because of the soldier's sacrifice.
As if being washed away by something, it gradually became brighter under the illumination of the emergency lights, and the corners of her mouth slowly moved as she sang along.
The slightly hoarse baritone is still performing the beautiful singing voice.
"This is a strong motherland
This is where I grew up..."
Suri freely released his tears while singing.
What a wonderful sound it is.
This is the most beautiful song he has ever heard and sung in his life.
Lin Shiqian started singing, followed by Wu Chengfeng, Li Yifeng, Wang Dashan, Luo Jiawo, Bai Jingran... everyone around him started singing along with him, including the wounded, and everyone started singing, and the number became more and more intense.
Many people joined in the chorus...
The fire of Chinese inheritance was once again ignited by these ordinary soldiers and nurses. In the passionate singing, all the Chinese people straightened their chests.
At 3:40 in the morning on December 16, 1937, the Japanese army captured Yijiangmen, and Su Rui's last retreat was cut off...
PS: Thank you to Hong Ming Xiaoxi, Long Shao LL1, and Mei·Lianchen for their tips. Thank you all!