Bare half wooden piles stood on the charred earth, surrounded by craters and broken bodies. The smoke had dispersed and the gunfire had stopped for a long time.
The position was finally saved, and a regiment of the 11th Reserve Division, reinforced from the rear, took over the position. The shovel was waved, and the fluffy soil was flying in the wind. Through the light, the blood and minced meat in the soil could be seen.
Luo Dayong leaned on the charred wooden pile that had been bombarded by artillery fire, grinning at the light leaking from the clouds. The muscles on the face where the blood had solidified trembled slightly, and the wound scratched by the explosion burst open again, but he
He didn't care, what he cared about was that he survived again.
Since guarding Wusongkou, there have been many dangers. The people around him have changed one after another, and old wounds have not healed yet new ones have appeared on his body. Luo Dayong sometimes even feels that he might as well have died a hundred times and not have to suffer the consequences alive, but again
I'm glad I escaped again.
The Japanese heavy artillery razed the position of the 18th Division to the ground. The defenders who had fought hard for several days also became corpses on the ground like their comrades who died earlier, but they were even worse. Under the bombardment of the heavy artillery, there were
There are no human corpses left, and even if you want to collect them, you can't get them.
New wounds were added to Yang Ling's body, but compared to death, being injured is an extremely lucky thing. As long as he is alive, he will be fine.
Because they evacuated a distance of 500 meters in advance, except for the unlucky ones who ran slowly and were covered by artillery fire and turned into fragmented corpses, most of the remaining soldiers were only knocked over and stunned by the air waves and injured.
Serious problem.
Battalion Commander Wu Zhenguo was still alive and kicking when he crawled out of the mud, shouting to fight the Japs, but now he was leaning on the bunker and turned into a corpse. He had no external injuries, but his internal organs were shattered by the Japs' heavy artillery.
Still didn't survive.
Fatty Tian San held a bamboo basket in his hand, crossed the pitted position, and ran towards the lonely wooden pile standing not far away. Where are all the surviving soldiers now.
"Here comes the food——"
The fat man yelled and revealed the multigrain cakes in the basket. The eyes of the remaining soldiers who were lying on the ground were suddenly gleaming.
After being stunned for a moment, the remaining soldiers pounced on the fat man and the basket filled with multigrain cakes in his hands like hungry wolves.
"Don't grab it! Don't grab it!" The fat man held the basket tightly in his hand, shouted loudly and backed away.
With an ouch, the fat man's fat body was thrown to the ground, and the basket in his hand was instantly torn to pieces. The basket full of multigrain cakes flew in all directions like sprinkles and fell into the soil.
The remnant soldiers no longer cared about this at the moment, and even their hungry eyes rushed towards the grain cakes that fell on the ground with green eyes. They screamed in pain, punched and kicked them, and wolfed them down without caring that they were covered with mud.
His mouth looked like he hadn't eaten in eight lifetimes.
Seeing the remnant soldiers grabbing food, Yang Ling's eyes were filled with sadness. This was a heavy era. They needed to use their lives to fight against the enemy, and they also had to use their fists to seize food. The logistics supplies were insufficient and they would not grab food.
Just starve.
Fatty Tian San got up from the ground with a curse, dusted off the dirt on his body, passed over the remaining soldiers who were grabbing food, and came to Yang Ling who was leaning on a wooden stake.
"Brother Yang, eat the pancake. It's still warm."
The fat man took out two hot multigrain cakes from his arms and handed them to Yang Ling with a smile.
Yang Ling saved Fatty's life twice. Once when they were chased by the Japanese in the enemy-occupied area and had no way out, Yang Ling and his men rescued him. Another time, Yang Ling asked them to retreat 500 meters before the heavy artillery bombardment by the Japanese.
Most people survived.
The fat man had never read a book and didn't understand any big principles, but he also knew that without Yang Ling, his body of hundreds of kilograms might not be able to withstand the Japanese heavy artillery. No one would be able to survive the overwhelming bombardment, so he was full of feelings for Yang Ling.
In order to express gratitude, he repaid Yang Ling with his own practical actions.
What's more important is that Fatty doesn't want to die so early. As long as he pleases Yang Ling, he will at least have a higher chance of surviving.
Yang Ling was indeed hungry. He took the multigrain pancake without any pretense and bit it down hard. The warm multigrain pancake was as rough as before, but it exuded a refreshing fragrance, which was harder than the cold pancake.
Speaking of which, freshly baked multigrain pancakes are already a delicacy in the world.
Looking at the fat man squatting in front of him and looking at him with a smile on his face, Yang Ling asked while chewing the multigrain pancake: "Have you eaten it?"
"Hey, I ate five."
Looking at the fat man's body that probably weighed two hundred kilograms, Yang Ling smiled. In this era of material scarcity, everyone is malnourished and has a sallow appearance. It is definitely not an accident that the fat man can grow strong and fat.
The skill of eating is enough for him to survive better than others.
All the remnant soldiers were wolfing down grain cakes in their mouths, and there was the sound of chewing everywhere.
Yang Ling quickly swallowed the two pieces of multigrain pancakes. He was still not satisfied, but it was already a great honor to eat the hot pancakes.
"It's so comfortable -" After the old smoker finished eating the cake, he stroked his belly with a satisfied look on his face, took out his smoker, struck a match and lit it, and started puffing away again.
The remaining soldiers also found a comfortable position to lie on the ground, enjoying this rare rest time. The position has been taken over, and they don't have to do anything now.
Now there are only about thirty survivors among the remnant soldiers, and the rest have all been killed one after another. For the remnant soldiers who don’t know whether they can survive until tomorrow, one day is just a day if they can survive, and it’s okay to think too much.
In vain.
"Fat man, don't make this unpalatable multigrain cake next time. Make more meat so that all the brothers can eat it as a sacrifice."
While Luo Dayong stuck out his tongue and licked his mouth, he suggested to Fatty Tian San that he couldn't remember how long ago he had eaten meat. Before departure?
He shook his head, unable to remember what the meat tasted like.
"I went out to find pancakes for you. It's pretty good, but you still don't like it. Just go find the meat yourself next time." Fatty Tian San muttered dissatisfiedly.
But at this moment, Luo Dayong has aroused the greed in the stomachs of the remnants of the soldiers. Damn it, the thought of stewing a pot of steaming meat makes the old smoker suddenly feel that smoking is boring.
"Mom, when I get back, I will eat a whole pot of pork stewed with vermicelli, eat them all." Some remnant soldiers closed their eyes and began to dream, and the remnant soldiers around them were drooling.
Lao Yanqiang interrupted and said: "What's there to eat with pork stewed vermicelli? I think I have to eat braised pork. The whole pot is full of meat, and when you bite it, it's full of oil and water. It feels, tsk, tsk, so comfortable."
When Fatty Tian San heard about the meat, his thoughts drifted to the endless distance. Damn it, I really can't find multigrain cakes next time. I have to make a pot of meat.
While the remnant soldiers were daydreaming about their 100-day dream of eating meat, several fire-headed soldiers from the 11th Reserve Division with coarse cloth tied around their waists were angrily walking towards them.