The brown soil was exposed on the slope swept by the cold wind. Lieutenant Yoshino leaned on his saber and looked at the lifeless distance, where gunpowder smoke was rising.
The Japanese suffered heavy losses in the first battle at Jiangqiao Town. The entire advance team was wiped out, and the two reinforcement squadrons also lost more than a hundred men. The most important thing was that their commander, Captain Ueno Murao, was also killed by the Chinese.
The death of Captain Uenomurao filled the hearts of the Japanese soldiers in the two squadrons with anger, and they vowed to wipe out the Chinese defenders in Pingjiangqiao Town in one fell swoop and use their blood to commemorate the fallen commander.
The death of the captain was a loss for the Imperial Japanese Army. It lost an experienced junior officer, but it also had the advantage of arousing the anger of the Japanese soldiers and boosting their morale.
Although the two squadron leaders, Lieutenant Takahashi and Lieutenant Yoshino, were very sad, for them, the death of the captain was also their opportunity. The position was freed up, and they all had a chance to fight for it.
Although Lieutenant Takahashi temporarily took command due to his seniority, Lieutenant Yoshino, who had the same military rank, was not willing to accept it, so he worked very hard when attacking Jiangqiao. The two lieutenants tacitly understood each other and both wanted the position of captain.
Under Yang Ling's suggestion, the Chinese defenders of Jiangqiao Town first attacked in the east and attacked in the west, and then the golden cicada escaped from its shell, playing tricks on the two squadrons of Japs, and finally successfully broke through, which was equivalent to a slap in the face of the temporary commander, Lieutenant Gao Qiao.
a slap.
Lieutenant Takahashi was furious and led his troops in a wild pursuit, hoping to destroy the Chinese defenders and regain the captain's captured saber, thereby establishing his own position.
Lieutenant Takahashi wanted to take the place of the dead captain, and Yoshino, who was also a lieutenant, wanted to do the same, so he proposed to split up his forces and pursue the pursuit. Whoever could take the place of the captain would depend on his ability. So the two squadrons split up and each launched a pursuit.
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Lieutenant Yoshino was fierce and cunning, like a smelly wolf, always falling behind Yang Ling and the others. The two sides exchanged fire several times, but the people who broke out moved left and right under Yang Ling's command, as slippery as loaches.
The same thing made Lieutenant Yoshino very angry.
Chinaman! I will definitely catch up with you! Yoshino looked at the gloomy sky in the distance, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth. He met a cunning Chinese commander, but this inspired Lieutenant Yoshino
He was interested in them, so he followed Yang Ling and the others closely.
In an open field behind Yoshino, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers were cleaning the battlefield. Although they did not catch up with Yang Ling's team, they encountered another unlucky defeated soldier and became their prey.
The Japanese soldiers were no longer as bright as they were when they went out for battle after repeated fierce battles. Their uniforms were stained with blood and smoke and looked like they were covered with a layer of dust. Their faces were also dirty and covered with mud. However, they still had high morale because they
As they continued to gain victories, the defeated Chinese army was slaughtered by them like lambs, and they gradually fell in love with the pleasure of killing.
"Ah!" The shining bayonet hung low, and then plunged into a body among the corpses with a slightly beating chest. An injured Chinese soldier was discovered by the Japanese soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield, and was stabbed directly.
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The defeated soldier clutched the bayonet pierced into his chest in pain, but the Japanese soldier tried so hard that he couldn't pull it out. He was suddenly a little angry. He raised his shoe with cleats and kicked the defeated soldier in the face. The screams became louder, and the defeated soldier's face was covered with wounds.
He poked several holes and let out shrill screams.
The Japanese soldier grinned, revealing his sinister white teeth. Hearing the screams of the Chinese soldier under his feet, he felt extremely happy in his heart. He stepped on his face a little harder, and the sharp nails on the soles were deeply embedded in the Chinese soldier's cheeks.
The Japanese soldiers around them all smiled. Seeing the Chinese soldiers being tortured by them, they pointed and started to boo.
"Xiao Lin-kun, haven't you eaten? You look so weak."
"Stomp hard and let them know how powerful our Imperial Japanese Army is!"
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A Japanese veteran came forward with a bayonet in hand and said, "Mr. Xiao Lin, look at me."
The Japanese soldier stabbed the screaming soldier's stomach with a bayonet, then pulled hard, and a huge bloody hole suddenly appeared. The bayonet was pulled out and the intestines in the stomach were taken out.
"Xiao Lin, if you kill people like me, you are too gentle." The Japanese veteran picked out his intestines and smiled arrogantly.
At this moment, the Chinese soldier's facial expression became distorted due to severe pain. Combined with the bloody hole, it was particularly terrifying. He was screaming in pain, which made other Japanese soldiers look happy.
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There was also a wounded Chinese soldier hiding in the pile of corpses who couldn't bear the screams of his companions. He suddenly stood up and wanted to escape, because he knew that he would not escape bad luck even if he was lying in the pile of corpses.
He limped and ran towards the distance, wanting to escape from this hell and survive, but he was surrounded by Japanese soldiers.
A Japanese veteran slowly raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger on the limping wounded Chinese soldier. There was a bang and a puff of gunpowder smoke came out of the muzzle.
The fleeing wounded Chinese soldier was hit in the other thigh, staggered, fell into the mud, and ate a mouthful of weed-filled mud.
He was not willing to die like this, and endured the severe pain from his thighs. He struggled to crawl forward with his hands, bleeding out and dragging a blood trail, which was shocking on the brown land.
The Japanese veteran put away his gun, followed slowly with his bayonet drooped, and looked at the ragged Chinese soldier in front of him crawling in panic with eyes filled with jest.
The injured Chinese soldier crawled hard, regardless of the gravel and thorns on the ground, or the pain on his body. He wanted to live and go home.
He heard the sound of shoes stepping on the mud behind him, and he crawled hard with his hands, his bloody hands covered with mud.
Pfft! The bayonet with a cold glow penetrated the body, like cutting into a ripe melon. The sound was clear and loud. The soldier climbing on the ground felt the pain in his body and felt the strength of his body rapidly increasing.
Time passed, and he was still crawling while gritting his teeth.
He seemed to see the familiar house in his hometown, with steam rising from the stove in the warm house, and his mother-in-law looking at him with a smile. He felt himself getting weaker and weaker, crawling slower and slower,
His eyes gradually began to wander.
"Sir, that Chinese army should be running to the northwest." A Japanese soldier who is good at tracking ran from a distance and reported to Lieutenant Yoshino.
Soon, amid the scoldings, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers gathered and set off again, leaving behind the corpses of Chinese defeated soldiers all over the ground and gradually disappearing into the dusk.
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A warm fire has been lit in the dilapidated house, and a broken iron pot is standing on the fire, steaming out. On the hardwood bed next to him, Yang Ling is sleeping with his eyes closed, covered with thick shabby quilts and
Wearing old clothes, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He was having a dream. Deep in the battlefield, all he could see were the smoke from roaring cannons and the bloody faces. Then one by one, they were sprayed with tongues of fire.
Machine guns knocked him to the ground.
"Ah!" Yang Ling woke up with a start and realized that he had a nightmare.
"Captain Yang, are you awake?"
Yang Ling heard soft steps and a cheerful and familiar voice in her ears. She looked up and saw Zhang Hongying, who was looking haggard, walking toward her from the door.