A lonely village stood in the cold mist, looking bleak and desolate in the autumn wind. The war spread wantonly in this land, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the people were forced to become refugees.
Yang Dashu and his group did not cross the river from the Qingyang Port Highway Bridge because the Japanese soldiers who had sneaked into the retreating team had already seized the bridge. They left the road and walked along the river, and found this dilapidated village, with black smoke rising from the village.
, probably bombed by Japanese planes, Yang Dashu concluded.
"Captain Zhang, I will take the brothers to the front. You are waiting here in hiding. If you encounter the enemy and exchange fire, you should run in the opposite direction and run as far as you can." Platoon leader Yang Dashu
Holding a Hanyang-made bottle in his hand, he gave instructions to Zhang Hongying, the health captain with a tired face.
Most of the health workers in these health teams are patriotic young students who devoted themselves to protecting the country and came to the war-torn battlefield to rescue the sick and wounded.
Now that the army was defeated, they became the most helpless group of people, because they were unarmed and did not know how to fight. They could only follow the crowd and follow the crowd. Once they were overtaken by the Japanese soldiers, they would only be slaughtered.
Fortunately, Zhang Hongying and her team were lucky and were protected by at least twenty armed soldiers. Other health teams might not be so lucky.
Yang Dashu and the others were originally soldiers of the 61st Division, and were temporarily transferred here to protect the health team. The original escort company commander was Yang Ling, but he stayed on the battlefield during Yunzaobang, so the platoon leader Yang Dashu also took up the post.
This is the responsibility of the commander.
They suffered great losses in Dachang Town. They were too far forward in rescuing the wounded, and a small team of Japanese soldiers broke in. If Yang Dashu hadn't led people to desperately cover them, Zhang Hongying and the others would have been wiped out.
After that battle, their guard company was crippled, with only about twenty soldiers still alive, and the remaining health workers and stretcher team members totaling only about fifty people who were still alive.
Already.
"Platoon Leader Yang, please pay attention to your safety. We are waiting for you to come back." At this moment, these more than 20 soldiers are the backbone of the health team. Zhang Hongying cannot imagine what she and others would be like without their protection, but they must enter the village.
Go check out the situation, look for food and fishing boats across the river.
Yang Dashu wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and finally swallowed it. He straightened up and greeted the brothers who were on guard around him in a low voice: "Everyone, please spread out, let's enter the village."
More than 20 soldiers originally belonged to the 61st Division. They had fought in the bloody battlefield for so long and were considered veterans. They all had their own skills to save their lives without Yang Dashu calling them.
They dispersed in a hurry, forming a search formation to search into the village where the situation was unknown, while Zhang Hongying and others were nervously lying on the grass outside the village, waiting for news.
Although Yang Dashu was as strong as a bear, he was very agile. He walked without making any sound. The bullet was loaded and he walked cautiously at the front with the gun in hand.
The rest of the soldiers were also very alert and walked behind the wall. This was a small village, standing right by the river. As soon as he touched the entrance of the village, Yang Dashu smelled a faint smell of blood. He shot at the back.
With the hand gestures, more than twenty soldiers were all in high spirits and their nerves were tense.
The first house was a thatched house made of earth. The door was open. Yang Dashu leaned against the door and glanced inside. He continued to move forward without noticing anything.
As we walked further inside, the number of houses gradually increased, but they were located unevenly. Some were connected to each other, and some were separated by more than ten meters. The mud path became muddy due to the rain.
The people in the village must have fled in a hurry. There were some parcels and wheelbarrows scattered on the ground. Many doors were locked, but some doors were broken open. It is not known whether they were thieves or enemies who took advantage of the situation.
A soldier wanted to pick up the butt of his gun and break the lock of a door, but was stopped by Yang Dashu because he heard something moving in front of him.
Yang Dashu held the gun and turned the corner of the street gently against the wall, and finally found the source of the movement.
Under the wall of the house in front, a big black dog with exposed teeth was raising its head and looking at him. The big black dog's teeth were still hung with bloody minced meat. It was just gnawing on a pile of dead bodies.
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Seeing the big black dog with a blood-red mouth, Yang Dashu's heart was filled with emotions, and he almost couldn't help but vomit.
Woof woof!
The big black dog was stunned for a few seconds, then opened its bloody mouth and barked at Yang Dashu. A soldier behind Yang Dashu picked up a stone and threw it at him. He ran away along the dirt road, leaving his body in a pool of blood.
"Damn it! The kid must have done it!" Looking at the corpses stacked under the wall, the soldiers' eyes turned red.
There were more than a dozen corpses. There were no children or young adults. They were all old people. Yang Dashu guessed that they were old people who were unwilling to leave the village. At this moment, they were all killed. He squatted down to check. There were at least five corpses on each person.
Six bullet holes, it was a massacre.
"Platoon leader, there's a situation over there!" A soldier pointed to the house over there with thick smoke and said in a low voice.
Yang Dashu was filled with anger at this moment, and walked over there with a gun in hand. As soon as he took a few steps, he saw several "friendly troops" in gray military uniforms coming out of the house in front of them, holding guns in hand.
The two sides were only more than twenty meters apart, and both sides were surprised when they bumped into each other so suddenly. They looked at each other, but neither of them moved.
A soldier following Yang Dashu lowered his gun and asked, "Brother, I'm from that unit of yours!"
It was okay not to open his mouth, but when he opened his mouth, the opponent raised his gun and fired. Yang Dashu rolled behind a wall and escaped the opponent's bullets. However, the few people next to him were not so lucky, and the bullets penetrated their
The body, unabated, is embedded in the wall behind.
"They are Japs! Beat me!" Yang Dashu saw the Sanba Gai in the opponent's hand, and immediately thought of the Japs disguised as national troops seizing the Qingyang Port Highway Bridge, and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
There were not many Japanese soldiers dressed as soldiers of the national army, only five of them. At this moment, Yang Dashu was too lazy to care whether there were other Japanese soldiers nearby, and was ready to kill them first.
Yang Dashu fired his gun and shouted with red eyes: "Xiaosi! Bring two brothers to take their retreat!"
The village was not big, and Yang Dashu and his team had the advantage in numbers. Although a few people were tricked, they still had the upper hand. As bullets flew everywhere, they gradually took control of the situation.
Poof! A brother who was lying next to a big poplar tree was shot in the head by the Japanese. His head tilted and he fell down in the mud.
"You little devil! Fuck your grandma!" Yang Dashu pulled the bolt of the gun and fired, shouting loudly: "Hit them all to death!"
The Japanese soldiers were small in number. Seeing Yang Dashu and the others fighting desperately, they were not ready to fight. They were trying to break away from the battle while covering each other.
"Little Japs! Die!" A soldier named Xiao Si led a few people around behind the Japs. When he saw the Japs coming, he opened a few grenades and threw them over. With a few rumbles, a burst of mud fell.
Rain, the Japanese soldiers were all blown up.
Yang Dashu roared angrily: "Come on!" He rushed forward first and fired a few shots at the Japanese soldiers who were still struggling on the ground. He fired at such a close range that the blood and flesh flew everywhere. Soon all the Japanese soldiers with Wu Ming's make-up were killed.
Already.
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"Company Commander, there are gunshots over there, should we go around?" Behind a dirt beam covered with weeds, Wu Jiang pointed to the faintly poking village in the distance and reported to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling was lying on a simple stretcher, covered with a torn quilt. After breaking out of the Jiangqiao siege, he was exhausted and weak and had been soaked in the rain, so he fell ill. Fortunately, Wu Jiang and others took care of him and carried him all the way here.
"Go around the village and head north, find a bamboo forest and try to build a raft to cross the river." Yang Ling was a little weak, but his consciousness was still clear.
But before Yang Ling finished speaking, a group of people came running up the road in the distance and headed straight for them, leaving them hidden behind the beams speechless for a moment.