As the night faded and dawn arrived, the positions that had been noisy all night gradually quieted down, leaving only sporadic gunshots. A pale white mist enveloped the dilapidated positions of the 61st Division. Looking at the corpses piled up into hills, it was extremely tragic.
A young communications soldier from the third battalion stumbled across a messy battlefield, tripping over corpses lying on the ground from time to time. His legs were covered in blood-stained mud, and he looked wet and miserable.
Looking at the dead silence of the battlefield, the young communications soldier's face turned pale. There were dead people everywhere. He had not seen a living person along the way. Are they all dead? The communications soldier's eyes were a little red and swollen.
"Hey, boy, do you have any cigarettes?" When the young communications soldier stood there blankly, looking around for the living, a voice came from the pile of corpses next to him.
The communication soldier hurriedly turned his head and looked around. More than ten meters to his left, a man whose military uniform was cut to pieces by the blast was lying in the pile of corpses and talking to himself with his eyes open. The man already had a streak on his face.
The shocking blood tank, the blood solidified into dark red and was covered with smoke and dust.
Seeing that there were still living people on the position, the young communications soldier was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became excited. He hurriedly ran over and said, "I am Chen Guangqing, a communications soldier from the third battalion. I am looking for your Zhou Fugui company."
Commander, I have the latest orders from the camp, do you know where he is?"
"I am Zhou Fugui, the commander of the supplementary company." The old smoker stretched out his withered hand and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes? Here's one."
The old smoker's cigarette rod was lost somewhere during the hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese last night. Now that the fighting has stopped, he suddenly feels weak and wants to smoke a cigarette to lift his spirits.
The communications soldier did not expect that the tattered man in front of him was the company commander Zhou Fugui of the supplementary company. After giving a military salute, he quickly took out half a box of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the old smoker.
With a click, the match was struck and lit. The old smoker took a puff of the cigarette, leaned back against the body, and showed a satisfied expression: "The smoke is good." He kicked the rest into his pocket.
"Sit down and talk, standing up makes you an easy target." The old smoker kept smoking, maybe because of the smoke, he kindly reminded the young communications soldier.
Signal soldier Chen Guangqing broke into a cold sweat when he heard Lao Yanqiang's words. He immediately squatted down and expressed gratitude to Lao Yanqiang. He was originally the orderly of the battalion commander, and all the communications soldiers in the battalion were dead, so
The temporary substitute didn't understand the rules of the battlefield at all.
"Tell me, what are the orders in the camp?" Lao Yanqiang leaned against the corpse in a comfortable posture and asked.
Only then did Communications Corpsman Chen Guangqing remember the purpose of his visit and hurriedly replied: "The battalion commander told you to hold on until dark, then reinforcements will come up and we can withdraw."
"Okay, I get it." Lao Yanqiang waved his hand to the communications soldier, indicating that he got it.
The communications soldier looked at the dead silence of the position, and then looked at the only one breathing heavily, Lao Yanqiang. He suddenly didn't know where Lao Yanqiang's confidence came from. Could it be that he was so disappointed that he went crazy? He had to have a good relationship with the battalion commander when he got back.
Let me report on the situation here.
Watching the communications soldiers crawling towards the position of the company next to them, the old smoker blew smoke rings from his mouth and looked at the gray sky. Damn, it’s only morning now. I have to hold on until dark. I don’t know what to add.
Will it still exist at that time?
"Fat Tian, don't sleep anymore, go and get some food for everyone." After smoking a cigarette, the old smoker suddenly felt hungry. He threw the cigarette butt into the mud and pulled it towards the bunker not far away.
shouted in a hoarse voice.
The corpses of the Japanese blocking the cave were pushed away, and the fat body of Tian San emerged from the cave. He approached Lao Yanqiang with a bitter look on his face: "Company commander, you are in this wilderness."
Let me get something to eat there?"
Originally, the camp provided them with some grain biscuits, but they didn't know if they could survive, so they had the attitude of preferring to die from hunger to death from hunger. They ate them all before the war started. Now they are alive.
There is nothing to eat, and the old smoker is also worried.
At this moment, a clay figure climbed up from the crater, looked at the worried fat man and the old smoker, and said, "There should be something to eat on the dead Japanese."
Fatty Tian San looked at the clay figurine with a troubled look on his face and said, "Lian Ming, those are dead people's things..." Fatty always felt it was unlucky to eat things from dead people.
Yang Ling ignored the squirming fat man and walked directly to a Japanese corpse with a big hole in its stomach. He turned it over, took off its backpack, and dumped out all the contents.
The old smoker looked at the fat man in trouble, stretched out his legs and kicked him: "Hurry up and help."
After a fierce battle last night, the remnants of No. 33 of the Supplementary Company have been brutally baptized. Now there are only twelve lonely people alive. After such a battle, the living suffer even more than the dead, and they have to struggle hard to survive.
, it would be over once and for all.
Although the supplementary company suffered heavy losses, the Japanese lying on their position also suffered many casualties. The grenade minefield set up by Yang Ling in advance killed at least twenty Japanese soldiers, and the mutilated corpses are still there.
The Japs did not get any benefits from the close hand-to-hand combat. The remnant soldiers fought with the Japs with determination to die. As long as they still had breath, they would never give up killing the enemy. After most of the remnant soldiers died, their bodies were found.
Not all, most of them fired grenades before dying and died with the Japanese.
The remnant soldiers knew that they could not stop the Japanese, so all they thought about was killing one to count one, killing two to earn one, and did not even think about returning alive. Even those who survived still held this idea.
They don't know anything about patriotism, but they know that this is a national war, and they can't be a deserter to embarrass their hometown elders, so they would rather die with the Japanese than be a deserter. They can't afford to embarrass that person.
The fragrance of rice porridge wafted from the battlefield littered with corpses. The hungry remnants of the soldiers didn't care about the boiling rice porridge. They just took the bowls and put it into their mouths, screaming when it was hot.
The Japanese soldiers are not only well-equipped, but also have good food. They also carry several days of dry food when marching and fighting. They have five to six hundred grams of polished rice every day, as well as staple foods such as biscuits, as well as sugar, dried meat, etc.
Things not only ensure physical exertion but also ensure nutrition to a certain extent.
However, even the Central Training Corps of the Chinese Army cannot guarantee two meals a day. When there is no battle, most of the time they have two meals a day, one dry and one empty. The local troops are even worse and have nothing to eat. Their basic functions during combat are
Eating steamed buns and multigrain pancakes mixed with various kinds of rice bran, not to mention nutritious, it is basically just one meal without the next.
"Damn, the kid eats better than the landlord Liu Laocai in our village." Luo Dayong sighed as he licked the bottom of the bowl.