The first thousand and eighteen chapters buried in the ground for safety
The cheering civilians rushed to the battlefield at a faster pace. Each of their faces was filled with the joy of victory and their steps were brisk.
They no longer had to fight against the Japs. The officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Corps won a great victory and wiped out all the invading Japs. This sudden surprise made them excited.
But when these mighty civilians arrived at the battlefield, they were still shocked by the battlefield that was almost in ruins.
What was once a large field has become unrecognizable, with all traces of the bloody battle stretching into the darkness in the distance.
The ground was filled with craters that had been blasted away. The charred soil was scattered in a radial pattern, and mutilated corpses were piled up in layers around these craters.
The incendiary bombs had burned the surrounding vegetation to ashes, and the remaining charred remains of the vegetation were mixed with blood, filling the battlefield with an unspeakable smell that was nauseating.
There were no scenes on the battlefield of people holding weapons and equipment high and cheering to celebrate victory after a great victory. Instead, there was only dead silence.
The ground was covered with corpses in layers. Among these bloody and broken corpses, the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla army, who had been beaten to the point of losing their strength, were covered in tattered military uniforms and lay limply.
The brothers who were still able to walk were digging through the pile of corpses, looking for their commanders and their fallen brothers with tears in their eyes. The battlefield was shrouded in the sorrow and indignation of the killing.
The troops will not cheer for joy after a real bloody battle, because a large number of officers and soldiers will be killed in a real bloody battle. All the surviving brothers have almost no strength to speak, and many people fall to the ground and fall asleep because of exhaustion.
And those so-called cheering scenes are just fabricated scenes. When the brothers around you fall down next to you one by one, the survivors can't laugh, they are just sad.
The real joy of victory belongs to those who write articles, to those high-ranking officials at the rear who raise glasses and cups, and to those parades who shout for resistance and national salvation. The battlefield after the bloody battle only has pain and no joy.
"Everyone split up, carry the wounded down first, and then find the bodies of our fallen brothers..."
The survivors of the bloody battle only glanced at the cheering civilians arriving on the battlefield and turned away. Silence was their language, and the person responsible for cleaning the battlefield was Deputy Battalion Commander Luo Feng.
Deputy Battalion Commander Luo Feng's uniform was in tatters, his blood had solidified, and he had an unspeakable smell all over his body. His Ghost Head Sword had already cut a gap, and at this moment he was working hard to command and clean up the battlefield.
The civilians were divided into teams and began to disperse on the battlefield like water. Stepping on the slippery and sticky ground, the joy on each of their faces disappeared.
This was such a bloody battle. In the past, they only knew victory and scolded the retreating army. Only now did they realize the price of winning a victory.
Most of the officers and soldiers who had previously rushed to the battlefield in uniform and singing military songs were now lying mutilated on the battlefield, with their eyes closed forever.
Seeing those officers and soldiers who were bombed with only half their bodies left, some civilian husbands could not help but have tears on their faces.
Whoever said that the Chinese people did not resist is confusing right and wrong! From Shanghai to now, that battle was not a bloody battle, and the sky was dark and the ground was dark and blood flowed like rivers. It is a pity that the officers and soldiers who died in the battle could not live to defend themselves. They will lie there forever.
In this land where they once fought.
Many officers and soldiers of the Jiangsu Northern Corps rushed towards the Japanese with grenades in their hands. While killing the Japanese, they themselves were also blown to pieces.
The civilians responsible for collecting the bodies on the battlefield had to retrieve the fragmented bodies from the bloody water, piece them together, and then wrap them in tattered military uniforms and carefully place them on the edge of the battlefield.
The corpses of many officers and soldiers were blown up. It was difficult to distinguish their original faces from the continuous explosions. The hands of the civilians who gathered the bodies were trembling.
Many officers and soldiers almost died together with the Japs. They struggled together and rolled in the muddy paddy fields, and eventually died in battle due to excessive bleeding.
But until the moment of death, they still strangled each other's neck and refused to let go. This was a truly bloody battle.
The combat effectiveness of Chinese officers and soldiers at the moment of national survival is astonishing. They know that they cannot retreat. They are Chinese people, and behind them are the common people of the country. They cannot let the little devils who are inferior to animals harm more compatriots.
The civilians held torches and were busy on the battlefield all night. They carefully dug out the bodies of all the fallen officers and soldiers and placed them neatly on one side of the battlefield.
Although the bodies have been collected, the burnt black earth and the bloody water in the muddy pond will never forget that a bloody battle took place here.
At dawn, the original appearance of the battlefield could be seen. The civilian workers who had been busy all night couldn't help but shed tears when they looked at so many corpses. These were the soldiers who protected them, and they were just gone.
The dark clouds in the sky are pressing down, like the ghosts of brothers who have dispersed not far away, leaving this land for a long time.
No one cheered, and there was no joy. The surviving officers and soldiers lay on the corpses and cried until they were exhausted, and finally fell asleep because of exhaustion.
Every civilian who came to help clean the battlefield looked solemn. They had seen the cruelty of war, and they also knew that Chinese officers and soldiers used their flesh and blood to protect their peace.
The corpses of the Japanese soldiers were gathered together and burned with a large fire, billowing black smoke rising straight into the sky.
However, the fallen Chinese officers and soldiers were carefully brought back to Jieshou. The young wives who stayed in Jieshou and were unwilling to leave, as well as the elderly people in their twilight years, spontaneously bid farewell to the fallen officers and soldiers. Paper money was flying in the sky.
"Brothers, you sacrificed your life for the country, and you died a worthy death! You are the bravest Chinese people! You were, are, and will be in the future! We walked together on the Huangquan Road to look after each other. We will go down to you for a drink in the future.
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The veteran burst into tears as he looked at the piles of soil covering the bodies of his brothers, his voice hoarse and choked with sobs.
"Bang bang bang..." A row of rifles rang out, and the brothers who were seeing him off looked sad.
"Brothers, don't worry. From now on, your parents are our parents. As long as the brothers are still alive, they will take care of them until they die. If anyone dares to bully your wife and children, I will give it to him regardless of the king of heaven."
He went to the west!"
"Bang bang bang..."
The muzzle of the gun was filled with green smoke, and the bullets roared into the sky, causing the jackdaws looking for food to flutter around.
"You guys have been fighting for so long and you haven't even had a break. Come down here and have a good rest. Brother, I will go down to accompany you when I get tired from fighting."
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"Bang bang bang!"
Paper money was flying all over the sky, and the Chinese officers and soldiers standing in front of the graves of the fallen brothers fired guns in the air continuously to see off the brothers who were traveling far away. The people who came spontaneously burst into tears.
"Sir, please rest assured that our village will protect the fallen bosses here from generation to generation. Our descendants also know that lying here are a group of Chinese people who died for their country! Every year, we come to burn paper to offer sacrifices to them..."
"If any of you reveal the burial places of the fallen bosses, you will be expelled from the family tree!"
In the occupied areas, because I was worried that the burial places of the fallen brothers would be damaged by traitors and Japanese soldiers, I did not dare to erect monuments. Like most of the time, I just dug a big pit and piled a new grave. This was also very helpless.
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Although the brothers died fighting for the country, they had to be buried hastily. Perhaps decades later, people discovered their remains, but they did not know that they were a group of soldiers who died fighting for the country. But let them be buried in peace.
Just protect this land quietly.
They fought desperately not to become heroes that would be remembered by future generations, but to save the nation from peril and prevent it from being exterminated.