The light in the low house was dim, and the broken wooden door was smashed to the ground, causing smoke and dust. The Japanese squadron leader couldn't see clearly the appearance of Yang Ling who rushed in, so he subconsciously raised his rifle and fired.
The Japanese squadron leader fired hastily, and the bullet rushed towards the door with gunpowder smoke. It did not hit Yang Ling who rushed in, but hit the door frame, and a large piece of wood was blown away.
When the Japanese squadron leader was still about to shoot, the cowhide shoes with cleats had already kicked the Japanese squadron leader in the face. The soles studded with more than 30 non-slip iron nails made the Japanese squadron leader's face look like he had been pricked by a hedgehog.
, dense blood holes appeared and became beyond recognition.
"Ah!" The Japanese squadron screamed like a slaughtering pig, and was kicked to the ground. The dirt on the ground covered his face covered with blood, and the lance in his hand flew out.
Yang Ling's eyes adapted to the dim light in the room, and she saw clearly Zhang Hongying, who was curled up on the ground with her clothes torn into strips. The girl who always had a hearty smile was now full of tears, her eyes were red and swollen, full of sadness, and her face was full of despair.
The clear slap marks made Yang Ling's heart hurt.
Yang Ling did not dare to look directly into Zhang Hongying's despairing and sad eyes. He felt that it was his incompetence that made a flowery girl become as miserable as she is now.
Then Yang Ling felt a surge of anger in his heart and could no longer keep calm. He looked at the Japanese squadron leader who was screaming and crawling to grab the rifle. He was exuding strong killing intent and the bayonet hanging on the muzzle was low.
He bowed and strode over.
Although the Japanese squadron leader's face was holed by iron nails, he still wanted to grab the lance that was thrown away in the corner, and he still wanted to resist. His naked body didn't have time to put on any clothes, and he was squirming on the ground.
, like a big white bug, so ugly and ridiculous.
Just as he was about to grab the rifle, he was just a little bit short when the blood-stained cleated cowhide military shoes fell heavily onto his hand, and then he exerted force.
"Ah!" With their fingers linked together, the Japanese squadron leader wanted to reach back to grab the hand of the rifle, but at this moment, the anti-slip iron nails were deeply embedded in the soil. The screams penetrated the windows and floated on the streets, making people feel uncomfortable.
shudder.
Yang Ling has always been passive in fighting the Japanese. Although he has killed many, he has never found his position and has been drifting with the crowd, because he always believes that his personal power is too small, and even if he exerts all his strength, it will be difficult for him to do so.
Change established history.
Those ruined villages, those swollen corpses in the smelly ditches, those comrades who were shot and fell to the ground one after another, he saw too much. Rather than seeing too much, he became numb in his heart. It was better to say that he wanted to escape and wanted to
Turn a blind eye.
Zhang Hongying and other female students in their prime left their safe and comfortable schools, ran on the streets calling for resistance and national salvation, and threw themselves into battlefields filled with bullets to save lives and heal the wounded. Yang Ling was moved by what they did, but his heart was still numb and he still wanted to be alone.
It wasn't until these weak female health workers were captured by the Japanese cavalry that he felt his heart was stung. He felt that these delicate flowers should not have fallen so early, so he led the team back to rescue them.
But he felt that he was still late. He did not dare to look at Zhang Hongying's sad and desperate eyes. In front of the beast-like devils, they could only use their weak strength to struggle, cry and despair, and as men
, Yang Ling felt guilty. As a soldier, he felt extremely ashamed that he was drifting with the tide and retreating continuously.
They are soldiers and the last barrier of this country, but they are unable to protect the unarmed people and fail to fulfill their responsibilities and obligations.
They watched helplessly as countless people died under the bullets of the Japs, countless villages were reduced to ruins, and countless women were raped. The Japs were allowed to run rampant unscrupulously in their own land, and scenes of tragedies occurred.
They are in defeat, they are cursing the officials who were the first to escape, they are cursing why the weapons and equipment are inferior to humans, they are cursing the Japanese as inferior to animals, but the tragedy is still happening, they are still in defeat, and cursing has no effect.
These curses have become excuses for them to shirk their responsibilities, and they have become excuses to cover up their defeat. Now he feels that he should stand up and change something. As a man, as a soldier, what should he do?
He should no longer follow the crowd. Looking at the Japanese squadron leader rolling on the ground, his eyes became firmer than ever.
Poof!
ah!
The bayonet pierced the Japanese squadron leader's chest.
"This knife is for my dead brothers!" The anger on Yang Ling's face disappeared without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented calmness, which was so calm that it made people's hearts palpitate.
Poof!
"This knife is for those people who died!"
Poof!
…
Yang Ling spoke calmly, and the bayonets kept being pulled out and dropped, dripping with blood. The Japs squadron leader was already covered in blood, and his screams turned into helpless moans. In the end, he could no longer even hear the moans. He had stabbed the Japs to death more than ten times.
The squadron leader died completely, and Yang Ling stopped. Blood splattered all over his body.
The gunfire outside the house gradually subsided, but screams still sounded from time to time. Facing the angry Chinese soldiers, the Japanese cavalry paid the price for their actions for the first time.
"Okay, the Japs are dead. No one can hurt you anymore, never again..." Yang Ling walked to Zhang Hongying who was curled up on the ground, and wrapped the cape of the Japs Cavalry Squadron Leader around Zhang Hongying, covering her.
The cloth couldn't hide the whiteness.
Zhang Hongying felt the thickness and warmth coming from her broad shoulders. Listening to Yang Ling's familiar voice, her originally strong disguise was like shattered glass. She snuggled into Yang Ling's arms and burst into tears, as if she wanted to
Pour out all your grievances through tears.
She has always been the captain of the health team and the eldest sister in everyone's eyes. She can only endure any grievances and secretly wipe her tears at night because she has to be strong and is a role model for everyone.
She is an invincible strong woman, but she is still a woman. She can hold back vomiting when facing the bloody wounded soldiers, and she can pretend not to be afraid when facing the hail of bullets, but when facing the ferocious Japanese soldiers, she is almost destroyed.
For the first time, she felt hopeless and helpless. No matter how much she screamed, it was useless. After all, she was still a woman and needed a man to protect her.
Seeing Zhang Hongying, who was crying with pear blossoms in her arms, finally fell into a deep sleep, Yang Ling sighed helplessly. She had endured too many things that she should not bear at this age, and she was too tired.
The Japanese soldiers in the village had been wiped out by the angry soldiers. Most of the Japanese soldiers had not had time to put on their clothes before they died, but no one sympathized with them. Yang Ling and the others only had endless anger towards these beasts.
More than a dozen clever Japanese soldiers tried to escape from the other end of the village, but Qin Shou and his men blocked the exit there, and the fleeing Japanese soldiers were beaten into a hornet's nest.
This was an unprecedented victory. More than a hundred people in a Japanese cavalry squadron were killed. They only lost more than ten people. Many Japanese soldiers were chopped into pieces by the angry soldiers. Although it was a victory, Yang Ling and the others had a look on their faces.
There was no joy at all that victory should bring, but a heavy heart.