Several consecutive autumn rains have made the entire Jiangnan area cold and humid. A few lonely gray tile-roofed houses stood quietly in the morning mist before they woke up. The cold autumn wind blew through the windows with big holes and made a whining sound. The cold air was blowing.
people.
More than a dozen soldiers in gray clothes were lying or curled up on the ground covered with reeds and fast asleep. The original color of their gray military uniforms could no longer be seen clearly. They were covered with traces of mud and gunpowder smoke from repeated fierce battles.
The fire in the center of the room was about to burn out, and only half of the wood was still smoking.
Cold wind flowed into the house through the broken window. The company elder wrapped his thin clothes around himself and sat up from the reed stalks. He scratched the fire that was about to burn out and moved closer to keep himself warmer. He listened.
Listening to the whistling wind outside, I took out the dry cigarettes from my pocket, rolled them and stuffed them into the shiny smoking gun, put it into the fire, lit it, and started smoking.
The smoke gradually enveloped the wrinkled face of the old smoker, and his face was full of sadness. The old smoker's name was Zhou Fugui, and his position was the company commander. Because a dry smoker never left his body, so
He was nicknamed "the old smoker". Although he was in the golden age of forty, his rickety body looked like that of an old man in his sixties or seventies.
Lao Yanqiang has been fighting in the army for more than ten years. Over the years, he has fought warlords and bandits. The more than ten scars on his body are his best achievements. According to his age, he should have left the army and returned home to marry.
My previous wife lived a good life.
But every family has its own problems. Lao Yanqiang knew that he had no skills and no culture. In addition, he was covered in pain from years of fighting. If he left the army, he would definitely not be able to survive, so he just stayed in the army.
I married an old veteran and lived a muddleheaded life.
In the army, he has no worries about food and clothing, and with more than ten years of experience as a soldier, Lao Yanqiang is also a veteran in the entire regiment. His life is quite comfortable on weekdays, but now the strong sense of crisis makes Lao Yanqiang feel uncomfortable.
Gun fidgets.
A few days ago, when Lao Yanqiang was guarding Wusong Fort, his head was scratched by flying shrapnel. The blood seeping out from the white gauze wrapped around the wound had solidified into a dark red blood clot, but fortunately he was still alive.
, looking at the wet fields outside the house, Lao Yanqiang felt empty in his heart, wondering if he would have such luck next time.
In the past, his troops fought against warlords and bandits, and the strength of both sides was about the same or better. He liked fighting at that time. After all, every time he won, he would get a lot of seizures, and then use them to exchange money for drinking, drinking and eating meat, so he was happy.
But since the troops marched to the Songhu battlefield, Lao Yanqiang felt his eyelids twitching and felt very uneasy in his heart.
The first battle after their 61st Division arrived at the battlefield was to guard the Wusong Fort, but the nightmare began here. This was the most frustrating battle in which Lao Yanqiang could only be beaten and could not fight back as a soldier, and it also made him truly
understand what war is.
The Japanese did not launch a direct charge like their old opponents did in the past. Instead, they first faced their position with a fierce bombardment from naval guns, and then the aviation aircraft continued to bombard the entire position as if it had been plowed.
Generally, before seeing the Japanese soldiers, the entire 61st Division has already suffered more than half casualties and lost its combat effectiveness.
When the dark Japanese army began to attack with sharp spears, the entire defense line was in tatters, and the trenches were almost blown to the ground. The position was declared to have fallen after holding on for less than two hours. Lao Yanqiang saw the opportunity and ran quickly.
He led more than a dozen surviving remnants of the company and ran all the way here before stopping.
Lao Yanqiang thought of his familiar brothers again, who were blown to pieces by the Japanese cannons and not even a whole body was left behind. Thinking of this, he looked a little sad.
The smoke in the dry pipe gun had burned out. He knocked the ashes inside, then stood up from his waist again, walked to a sleeping remnant soldier and kicked him awake: "Hei Wazi, go change the guard."
The old smoker is a veteran, and he has learned a lot of life-saving things over the years in the army. It has become his habit to set up sentries at any time and place, because this good habit has caused him to lose his life several times.
Escape from death.
Hei Wazi was only sixteen years old and had been in the army for less than half a year. Due to malnutrition, his growth was slow and he could not even stand as tall as a rifle. However, he was lucky enough to survive this time. Because he was young and weak-tempered, he was very popular in the entire company.
The status is also the lowest.
"What are you doing here? You want to be beaten again, don't you?" Seeing Hei Wazi sitting there in a daze, rubbing his sleepy eyes, Lao Yanqiang threw a dilapidated Hanyang gun over and urged him dissatisfied.
When Heiwazi heard that he was being beaten, he suddenly sobered up a lot. He hurriedly got up from the ground and walked out of the house holding the Hanyang-made rod with smooth rifling, preparing to replace another remnant soldier on guard.
The cold autumn wind came and made Heiwazi shiver all over. He tightened the loose gray clothes around him and then walked on the wet mud road towards the small gentle slope, amidst the hazy mist.
The figure of the sentry holding a gun in his hand is looming.
The tattered shoes made a clicking sound in the mud. Heiwazi's cold and sleepy body moved with difficulty. Since yesterday, he had not even touched a tooth, and now he was already hungry. He felt that his
My head is a little dizzy.
Heiwazi was getting closer and closer to the gentle slope. He could already clearly see the sentry shivering in the cold wind. When he was about to say hello, he suddenly saw a black figure leaping up from the side of the gentle slope and rushing towards the sentry.
go.
Heiwazi thought he was dazzled, so he wiped his eyes and looked again. When he looked again, the sentry had been thrown to the ground by the black shadow, and then he watched helplessly as a sharp bayonet was pierced into the sentry's body. He had a big mouth and was struck by the man in front of him.
The scene was so shocking that I was speechless.
When the Japanese soldier wearing a khaki uniform and a steel helmet pulled out the bloody bayonet from the sentry's body, Hei Wa realized and saw clearly that this was the Japanese soldier who had been chasing them. His immature
His face was full of fear, and he turned around and ran away. Perhaps because he turned too quickly, he stumbled and fell into the mud, chewing a mouth full of mud.
Platoon leader Luo Dayong and a few remaining soldiers were nesting in a house near a gentle slope. They were awakened by Heiwa's scream. He cursed dissatisfiedly and turned over again, preparing to sleep for a while.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound of gunfire broke the silence of the early morning. Luo Dayong, who had just narrowed his eyes, sat up with an angry look on his face and shouted towards the outside of the house: "Hei Wazi, you are not going to let anyone sleep!"