The moon, the size of a jade plate, broke out of the thick black clouds, and its cold light shone on the hills littered with corpses, like a Shura purgatory, making people's scalp numb.
The incendiary bombs burned all the bushes and grass on the mountain. The charred wooden piles were emitting green smoke under the night. The crackling flames were not extinguished, beating and swaying like will-o'-the-wisps.
The surviving brothers were half charred and half bloody, and lay limply in the trench, their thirsty throats burning and about to burst.
In order to capture the mountain, the Japanese used various weapons, but they were all pushed back by the brothers. The brothers were like hard rocks. The Japanese were furious but helpless.
"Look, the Japanese won't come tonight."
Captain Wang Huzi, whose clothes were tattered and dirty, was lying on a pile of corpses. Looking at the brightly lit Japanese camp in the distance of the mountains without any movement, he turned over and lay down on his back.
Looking at the full moon half-hidden by the clouds, I suddenly thought of the small village in the ravine of my hometown. If it hadn't been for this damn war, I probably would never have left that ravine in my life.
He sighed. At this time in the past, the family, who had been busy for a day, were finishing their meal around the fire pit. Although the meal was simple, it was warm...
Just as he was thinking about the sudden smell of burnt corpses floating in the mountain wind, Wang Huzi seemed to have been disturbed, and he began to curse the little devil fiercely in his heart.
If there were no invaders like the little devils, how could people like him live such a precarious life? Looking at the corpses piled around him, he smiled to himself, and he finally lived one more day.
"Lieutenant, do you have a cigarette?"
Wang Huzi looked at Lao CiQiang, who was concentrating on observing the Japanese camp at the foot of the mountain, and gently pushed him with his elbow.
Lao Yanqiang turned his head and glanced at Wang Huzi, retracted his head, turned around and sat down against the trench wall. After touching his waist for a long time, he remembered that his dry pipe had been blown to pieces by the Japanese during the day.
Since joining the war, he has forgotten how many times he has changed his tobacco gun. Just like the brothers around him, one group has died and another group has changed. His enthusiasm for protecting his family and country has long been numbed by the cruel war.
Now I just want to live.
"I have cigarettes here—"
The warrior Wang Dongming, whose face was so dark that he looked like a ghost, carefully came out from the waist with a large pile of things in his arms. It was too dark, and he accidentally tripped over a corpse, causing all the things in his arms to fall.
Into the trenches.
"You fake devil, are you picking up dead people's things again?" the deputy battalion elder asked Wang Dongming casually while searching for cigarettes among the pile of things with his experienced eyes.
Wang Dongming chuckled: "All the little devils have gone to report to the Lord of Hell. It's only right to leave something behind to honor our brothers."
Lao Yanqiang looked at this intellectual who could speak Japanese and was filled with emotion. When he was on the Lanfeng battlefield, he vomited when he saw corpses. Now he was bold enough to touch the corpses. The war was really
It is very capable of training people.
"Where are the cigarettes?" Company Commander Wang Huzi groped for a long time among the things pulled out from the pile of dead people, but found that there was not a single cigarette, so he raised his head and asked.
Wang Dongming smiled and took out two boxes of crumpled and still warm cigarettes from his arms, and handed them to Wang Huzi and Lao Qiang in a flattering manner.
"You fake Japs are just as evil-minded as real Japs." Wang Huzi lit a cigarette and took a nice puff, not forgetting to scold Wang Dongming who was standing aside.
Wang Dongming did not refute. He leaned close to Lao Yanqiang and asked softly: "Lieutenant, how long do you think we have to fight this battle? When will we retreat?"
"What's going on? Don't you want to fight?" Wang Huzi took a puff of cigarette, lying on the body in a comfortable position, and reminded: "I said that your kid usually cheats and tricks, so we can just turn a blind eye.
It’s over, but if you want to be a deserter, you’d better give up the idea as soon as possible.”
"You know the war zone supervising team, they have their guns right behind us. Those guys who got promoted by killing their own people would like you to be a deserter, kill you, and use your head to ask for credit."
Wang Huzi said seriously, and Wang Dongming's expression changed: "I will not be a deserter..."
Lao Yanqiang saw Wang Dongming being frightened and silent by Wang Huzi's words. For the sake of the cigarette, he patted his shoulder and said: "Okay, follow our group and fight hard. You will definitely survive. You are here
That sweetheart in the hospital is still yours, but if you become a deserter, you will lose everything."
Wang Dongming felt a little embarrassed as if something had been exposed, but his eyes became firm again.
Yang Ling and his troops from the 30th Regiment had been fighting at high intensity since they set out for the battlefield. During the day, they fought several bloody battles with the Japs, resulting in heavy casualties.
Although the sound of gunfire in the night had stopped, the painful wails and moans of the seriously wounded men lying in the trenches made the atmosphere heavy and depressing.
The regiment leader Zhang Handuo and the deputy regiment leader took several guards along the mountains to various positions. Looking at the brothers who were covered in blood and with tired faces, they mobilized and encouraged them.
"We can lose the battle, we can die! But we will never bow our heads! We will not surrender, even if we fight to the death of every soldier, the little devil will pay a huge price! I, Zhang Handuo, will fight side by side with you! Until
Last minute!”
Captain Zhang Handuo's hoarse voice echoed in various positions. Although it gave the brothers the courage to persevere, hunger and fatigue were constantly eroding the brothers' combat effectiveness, and more importantly, the lack of ammunition.
Although the two commanders showed unprecedented firmness in front of their brothers, when they returned to the half-collapsed command post, their expressions became solemn again.
Now they can't transport the wounded, and they don't have any medical treatment. They can only lie there waiting for the wounds to become infected and suppurate, waiting for death. This makes Yang Ling and the others very worried.
They have the courage to guard this place, but they did not carry much dry food when they set off from De'an. Now that they have run out of food, the brothers can only go pick up the things from the dead people and eat whatever is available.
Almost all the light and heavy machine guns were blown up, almost all the grenades were thrown, and the weapons were all replaced by Jaap weapons. The lack of ammunition put them in a critical situation, and the conditions were unprecedentedly difficult.
"Is the call connected?"
Zhang Handuo stood up after a long silence. He knew that these matters must be resolved tonight, otherwise they would not be able to hold their position tomorrow.
The communications platoon leader shook his head: "The phone line was blown up, and the two groups of brothers sent out have not returned yet."
"Send people to find the place where the explosion broke out, and the phone must be connected."
Zhang Handuo and the others have now lost contact with the brigade headquarters. Although they heard gunfire from the surrounding hills when it was getting dark, friendly troops were still holding on.
However, because the phone line was blown up, he lost contact with surrounding friendly forces and brigade headquarters, and did not know the specific situation around him. This made Zhang Handuo, who was accustomed to obeying the orders of his superiors, very uncomfortable.