After crossing Zhaizaobang and walking straight ahead, we will reach Dachang Town. The wet road is full of mud. There is an endless flow of gray people heading to the front line. They come to the front line from all over the country, speaking different accents, and join in together.
into this battle that is doomed to fail.
The wounded soldiers and the retreating troops were full of dejection, moving slowly, their leggings covered in mud, and some fell into the ditch beside the road and never got up again, becoming a cold corpse.
There are also wounded soldiers whose thighs were blown off, sitting on the muddy ground and crying helplessly, begging the passing soldiers to take them to retreat, but now everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, and no one has the ability to help others. It's gray.
Under the sky, the mountains and rivers turned gray.
The remnants of the soldiers were carrying the 38-gauge rifles they had captured from the Japs across their shoulders, and followed Yang Ling slowly. Looking at the tragic scenes along the way, they felt heavy-hearted and cursed the stupid little Japs.
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But cursing is always useless. The little devil will still come when he is supposed to come. No one can escape the damned person. This is fate.
Yang Ling's mood was particularly heavy. He wanted to do something to save this defeat, but found that everything was in vain. Facing the Japanese heavy artillery, they could not even hold their position, and there were only about thirty remaining soldiers.
, they could only retreat along the flow of people, and then evacuate toward the rear in despair.
Buzz——
The roar suddenly rang in their ears, and everyone subconsciously stopped and looked up in the direction of the sound. More than a dozen planes with plaster flags on them were peeking out of the clouds, heading towards the crowds of people on the road.
Pounce down.
"The Japanese plane is coming!"
There was a shout from the crowd, and the crowds of people crowding the road suddenly became chaotic like frightened rabbits. They were running aimlessly in the mud, screaming, trying to avoid the coming bombing.
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Yang Ling looked at the ferociously approaching Japanese plane, his pupils shrank, and he reached out to knock out the rifle that Luo Dayong raised and aimed: "Don't waste bullets, hide in the reeds on the roadside."
The remnant soldiers followed Yang Ling into the reed swamps in panic. However, the crowded crowd on the road also ushered in the first wave of Japanese attacks. The machine gun on the plane spurted out tongues of flame, and a series of bullets swept down the crowd on the road.
Come down.
"Run to both sides! Don't stay on the road!" Yang Ling stood on the edge of the reed marsh and shouted at the soldiers running around on the road, but to no avail, his voice was drowned in the roar of the motor.
The scorching bullets set off a series of blood mist among the running crowd, blood and minced meat flew out, and screams and roars were mixed with the roar of the motor and spread far away.
The trajectory of the machine gun extended forward along the road, and the blood mist spread rapidly. Soldiers covered in bullet holes fell into the mud, and the road was stained red with blood.
"Little Japs! Come on!" The angry soldiers raised their machine guns and roared back. The machine guns spurted out tongues of flame, only to be greeted by bombs dropped by the Japs.
The bomb rumbled on the road, and the tyrannical force generated by the violent expansion of the chemical reaction tore everything around into pieces. Blood and flesh spurted out in all directions along with the mud, and the road turned into a hell on earth.
The soldiers held up their rifles and fired crackly at the Japanese planes, but they still could not stop the Japanese planes from wreaking havoc. The huge gap in weapons between the two sides destined this to be a one-sided massacre.
The Japanese planes roared and circled over the road, then swooped down, shot and bombed. Only when no living person could be seen on the road did they raise their altitude and fly away, leaving corpses everywhere.
The muddy road was already full of craters. The soldiers who had just been striding boldly and prepared to go to the front line became the first wave of victims. The mutilated corpses lay all over the road and mixed with the mud. The wounded soldiers huddled in the ground.
The ground groaned in pain.
He died before leaving the army, and lost most of his troops before reaching the battlefield. The surviving officers were angry and helpless, so they could only collect the bodies on the spot, report to their superiors, and wait for new orders.
In the thick reed marsh, the remaining soldiers were running hard. They had been bombed by Japanese planes and knew how powerful the Japanese planes were, so they got into the reed marsh before the bombing started.
War will make people grow up quickly, especially after they have seen too much life and death. These remnant soldiers who have never been trained to avoid bombings have figured out a way to save their lives, that is, the farther away from the Japanese planes, the better.
The further you run, the better.
Yang Ling was also running in the reed swamp, limping. Running affected the wound on his thigh. He felt a little pain. He didn't want to see the scene of corpses everywhere. After seeing it, he couldn't do anything about it, which made him very painful.
I originally thought that I was the Falcon Squadron Leader of the former Republic. With decades of experience and knowledge, I was enough to turn the tide of the war on such a battlefield and change the outcome of the war.
But later Yang Ling discovered that he was wrong, and how wrong he was. On such a vast battlefield, personal power is like a wave in the sea, which will be wiped out by the overwhelming artillery fire before it emerges.
At least forty or fifty Japs died at his hands along the way, but they were still defeated. This was not something that a simple individual could change. The huge gap in strength between the enemy and ourselves was simply too great.
Now Yang Ling has buried his lofty dream of changing the outcome of this war deeply into his heart. He knows that this is an unrealistic dream. He just hopes that he can survive first and then take the remaining soldiers with him.
Live.
He knew clearly in his heart that he could only talk about killing the Japanese if he was alive first. As long as he was alive, the Japanese would never live in peace.
The panting remnant soldiers kept running until they were too tired to run anymore, and then they stopped. Looking at the familiar faces around them, smiles appeared on their tired faces.
Every time they encountered the enemy, whether it was an airplane or a cannon, they had to endure a life-or-death separation. They watched the people around them die without being able to do anything about it. But this time, no one died among them. They felt that this was a huge victory.
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Although they knew that the friendly forces on the road must have suffered a lot of casualties, the remnants of the soldiers still showed relaxed smiles at this moment. They had seen a lot of dead people, and they were already numb anyway. If they survived again, they should be happy. As for the life and death of the friendly forces, they were responsible for themselves.
Bullshit.
"Luo Dayong, please take two people to set up a security post." Yang Ling was at the end. When he saw the remaining soldiers collapsed on the ground with relaxed expressions, he ordered Luo Dayong.
"Platoon Leader Yang, Brother Yang, can you please give me a break?" Luo Dayong wailed with a grimace on his face.
"What are you yelling about? Just go if Brother Yang tells you to do it. What's the ink mark? Believe it or not, I'll smoke you." Lao Yanqiang always maintained Yang Ling's authority. He looked at Luo Dayong's dillydallying and urged him.