Thick smoke covered the sky, and the battlefield was shattered by the rumbling artillery fire. The trenches and bunkers where the buildings were built have been razed to the ground, and even the bloody scorched earth was mixed with body parts and pieces of flesh.
"Damn, this little devil is really crazy!"
Yang Dashu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the little Japs retreating like a tide again. He hurriedly let go of his hand, which had been burned to pieces by the hot barrel, and cursed fiercely.
The Japanese received a fatal order to capture Jiangyin within two days. In just half a day, they launched six large-scale attacks, which went completely crazy and caused heavy casualties to the Chinese soldiers guarding the position.
"Company commander, should we repair the trenches?" A platoon leader with his ears wrapped in bleeding gauze approached Yang Dashu and asked.
"What a waste of time. The Japanese bombarded them with a burst of artillery fire, and they were blown up again." Yang Dashu pointed to the stacked corpses in front of the position and said, "Then bring those dead back and pile them up with sandbags."
The platoon leader hesitated and shrank his head: "Company commander, those are dead people. It is unlucky to use them as sandbags..."
Yang Dashu kicked the platoon leader who was speaking angrily: "Geely is a piece of shit. If there is no bunker, believe it or not, if the Japanese attack again, I will have to dig a hole and bury you."
Thinking of death, the platoon leader was also frightened. Knowing that it was not time to discuss the issue of good or bad luck, let's live first. He turned around and greeted without hesitation: "Don't be so stupid, drag the dead man back."
Stack it in front of you!”
The men of the machine gun company began to pile the dead people into the bunker, but they only dragged the corpses of the Japanese soldiers. They spared the dead brothers on their side, and they really couldn't bear it.
"Damn it, these wicked things, how can they kill people to use as a cover?" Seeing the guerrilla camp people piling corpses, the eyes of the remaining Northeastern Army brothers were full of contempt. Although they hated the little devils, they still
I'm not in the habit of betting on the muzzle of the enemy's corpse.
These brothers of the Northeastern Army did not know that when the fighting in Shanghai was the most brutal, the trench bunkers in the defending positions were blown to pieces by the Japanese heavy artillery. The Japanese attacked frequently, with one wave going down and another rising up again.
They had no time to build bunkers, so they could only rely on the stacked corpses to shoot. The two sides fought fiercely for several months in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The fight was so dark that the sky was dark and the ground was dark and blood flowed into rivers. There were 300,000 Chinese soldiers in each battle.
Died on the bloody battlefield.
Major Battalion Commander Zhao Wenbin's feminine face was still cold and indifferent. His military uniform was tattered and tattered like a leaky fishing net. Through the holes, you could see the scars and blood seeping into the flesh.
"If you don't want to die, follow their example and pile up the corpses!" Zhao Wenbin's voice became hoarse, and he walked by with military boots on. He dropped these words lightly and walked into the smoke.
Several Northeastern Army squad leaders looked at each other after hearing Zhao Wenbin's words, and gritted their teeth and stood up: "Damn it, it's a bad thing to be immoral, let's survive first!" They called on their brothers to drag the dead into a bunker.
"Company Commander, these Northeastern Army men learn very quickly." Seeing that the brothers in the Northeastern Army were also imitating and dragging people to death, the fat man Tian Sanheng was nestled in a bomb crater, eating grain cakes, while staring at him with a pair of bony eyes.
Battalion Commander Zhao Wenbin looked at him amid the smoke.
The old smoker held up his pipe and blew out smoke rings. His weathered face and calm eyes gave him a sense of mystery that was hard to figure out.
"People live when they move, and trees die when they move. If you can't learn how to save your life after so many people have died, you deserve to die." After the old smoker finished speaking, he started to smoke and smoke, as if it was him.
's lifeblood.
Fatty Tian San chewed the multigrain cake and nodded thoughtfully, but it had nothing to do with him. He was just here to eat food as a soldier, and he didn't bother to care how many people died.
"The Northeastern Army says they are eggless cowards, but I don't think so. That Battalion Commander Zhao, I think, is more ruthless than our Battalion Commander." A brother next to him, whose head was wrapped in old gauze, broke with emotion.
fell silent.
Lao Yanqiang nodded in agreement. He had been a soldier for so many years and had seen a lot of ruthless people, but this was the first time he had seen someone as ruthless as Zhao Wenbin.
Although Zhao Wenbin was as weak as a scholar, he was a lunatic who was desperate for his life when fighting. He used a knife to clean up the wounded Japanese soldiers like melons and vegetables. His ferocity made the old smoker still have lingering fears.
I dare not look into Zhao Wenbin's cold, narrow eyes.
As the saying goes, those who are overbearing are afraid, and those who are stunned are afraid of their lives. This Zhao Wenbin is the kind of people who are desperate for their lives. Lao Yanqiang thought to himself that he should provoke him less in the future, so as not to cause trouble for himself.
Although Zhao Wenbin was taciturn in front of others and looked as cold as an iceberg, his desperate way of killing enemies was impressive. No one dared to underestimate him, and the brothers who survived all respected him.
Although the Japanese retreated, Yang Ling, as the battalion commander, ignored rest and sent people to collect ammunition, rescue the wounded, and reallocate troops to consolidate the position. After finishing his work, he found that the second battalion commander Zhao Wenbin had arrived without knowing when.
"Would you like a sip?" Zhao Wenbin inserted the captured Japs saber into the scorched earth beside him, sat on top of the empty ammunition box, and raised the kettle towards Yang Ling.
Yang Ling's nose smelled the strong smell of alcohol. He smiled and shook his head. He also found the ammunition box and sat down: "I don't drink. Drinking too much will cause trouble."
Yang Ling is a strictly self-disciplined person and always maintains the good habit of not smoking or drinking, because he knows that these two things will paralyze the nerves to a certain extent, and as a soldier, he must always keep a clear mind, so he always and
These things keep their distance.
Zhao Wenbin was not angry at Yang Ling's rejection. He raised his head and poured a sip of wine down his throat, explaining: "In our northeastern territory, everything is covered with ice and snow in winter. Drinking wine can keep away the cold."
Zhao Wenbin thought of the beautiful Northeast as he spoke. I am afraid that the ice and snow would have piled up at this time. Staying in a warm house, drinking wine and eating meat, those days were really happy, but now I have to be far away from home, in the cold
Fighting in the wet Jiangnan.
He looked at the black smoke filled sky with melancholy on his face, not knowing when he would be able to return to his lovely and beautiful hometown of White Mountains and Black Waters. He let out a long sigh, raised his head and took another sip of wine, cursing in his mouth:
"Damn little devil!"
Yang Ling also felt the sadness in Zhao Wenbin's expression, and could understand their painful state of mind as wanderers, and said with relief: "The little devils can't be arrogant for a while. As long as we work hard to kill the enemy, the Northeast will come back sooner or later."
Zhao Wenbin looked much better after hearing Yang Ling's words: "Brother Yang, if we defeat the little Japs and return to the Northeast, I will definitely treat you to try our authentic Northeastern pig-killing dishes."
Yang Ling stretched out his hand: "Keep your word!"
"It's a deal!" The two big hands held each other tightly.