The heavy rain is pouring, and the cold and damp Yunzaobang area is shrouded in a haze of mist and rain. The wet ground has become ********* due to the trampling back and forth. The old smoker is soaked, and the gray military uniform has turned into
Dark, water droplets dripped down the lower edge of the clothes and onto the mud-covered legs. The muddy water poured into the shoes along the trousers, making them wet.
His stooped body ran in the pouring rain, his feet stepped in the turbid puddles, muddy water splashed, and he quickly rushed into a house with only three bare walls left.
The house is a typical Huizhou style building in the south of the Yangtze River. The white walls and gray tiles embody the atmosphere of history. However, due to bombing by Japanese planes, a big hole was broken in the roof. Rainwater poured down continuously. One wall collapsed in half, and the other was bare.
The three white walls were also scorched black by gunpowder smoke.
Near the corner of the wall that was not exposed to the rain, a fire was burning brightly. A lunch box seized from the Japanese was hung on the fire. Steam was bubbling inside the lunch box, and the smell of millet porridge filled the air.
Fresh fragrance.
Yang Ling and the remaining members of the supplementary company were sitting around the fire with their eyes fixed on the lunch boxes, waiting for the millet porridge to be cooked and fill their hungry stomachs.
"Damn it, it's raining all the time, and I'm soaked all over." Lao Cigarette rushed out of the rain to this dry place, took off his wet and dripping hat, and cursed at the same time.
"Hey, I made millet porridge." Lao Yanqiang wrung out the water stains from his wet hat, unfolded it again and put it on his head. He turned around and saw the steaming and bubbling millet porridge, and suddenly his old face changed.
Become smiling.
Lao Yanqiang found a free moment and finished it. While twisting his wet clothes, he asked with a smile: "What about the millet porridge?"
"The fat man took it out of someone else's rice vat." Luo Dayong answered, pointing to the fat man Tian San lying on the ground.
Although the fat man has a bruise on his butt, he never forgets to look for food wherever he goes, and he never returns empty-handed after rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
Yang Ling and the others were lucky. This family may have been too hasty when they escaped, and the millet in the rice jar was not completely drained. There was still some left at the bottom, which gave them an advantage.
Drinking a hot meal of millet porridge in this rainy weather is a treat for the soldiers on the battlefield. Lao Yanqiang couldn't wait to reach out to grab the lunch box, but it was very hot, and his hands were
Shrank back.
The rice porridge was cooking gurglingly, and the remaining soldiers around the fire were all swallowing their saliva. It was obvious that on this battlefield, millet porridge was more delicious than any delicacy, and it was much better than chewing hard multigrain pancakes.
"What did the group say?" Yang Ling raised his head and asked the old smoker while stirring the lunch box with a clean wooden stick to prevent the rice porridge from sticking to the pot.
Hearing Yang Ling speak, the drooling remnant soldiers all turned their eyes to Lao Yanqiang, waiting for his answer.
Lao Yanqiang's joy as he looked at Mi Porridge disappeared completely when he was asked, and his old face drooped: "The regiment leader said that after nightfall, the entire regiment will counterattack and must regain the position."
After hearing Lao Yanqiang's words, several people fell silent and their expressions became a little solemn. They knew what counterattack meant, and the atmosphere in the air became a little solemn.
"If a man dies and a bird looks up to the sky, if he doesn't die for tens of millions of years, he will counterattack if he is afraid of a bird. Anyway, I have killed enough devils, and I will make a profit even if I die." Luo Dayong was the first to speak after being silent. There are many heroes who will never return once they are gone.
of pride.
The 361st Regiment's position fell in the morning, and the Japanese filled up a brigade of troops in order to conquer their position.
Faced with the cross-fire attacks from Japanese aircraft bombings, grenade launchers, mortars, and light and heavy machine guns, the 361st Regiment, which had already suffered heavy losses, fought desperately, but could not stop the Japanese infantry assault, and eventually retreated due to heavy losses.
After the Japanese captured the position, they originally planned to continue advancing, but a sudden heavy rain delayed the Japanese attack and gave the retreating officers and soldiers of the 361st Regiment time to breathe.
The arrival of heavy rain caused the Japs' planes to lie down, and the sky finally became clear. The Japs had just conquered the position and were working hard to consolidate it to prevent the Chinese army from counterattacking and driving them back to the north bank again. As a result, the two sides fell into a short period of tension.
state of truce.
Yang Ling frowned as he looked at the pouring rain outside. Although the rain slowed down the movement of the Japs' artillery and affected their plane's takeoff, their firepower of light and heavy machine guns, mortars, and grenades was still strong.
The 361st Regiment could not defend itself under the enemy's attack, but now it was about to counterattack. The difficulty was not that great. He knew that it would definitely be another bloody battle.
"It doesn't matter if he counterattacks or not, let's eat until we're full." Old Smoker also saw that his life no longer belonged to him.
If Yang Ling hadn't led them out of the enemy-occupied area, they would have been reimbursed a long time ago. They couldn't escape death anyway, so why not ride on a donkey and read the songbook, take every step, and you have to eat this meal before you die.
"With the cover of heavy rain and night, we may not be able to regain our position." Yang Ling spoke, slightly comforting the worried people.
"Come, come, come, eat enough so you can fight the Japanese." Li Mazi was the most active, carefully taking down the lunch box from the fire and preparing to eat.
The millet porridge was steaming hot and filled with fragrance, which aroused the greed in the stomachs of the remaining soldiers. Six people shared a lunch box of gruel, which was not much, but they all ate it with gusto because they knew that this might be their last meal.
Now, it is still unknown whether we will be able to see the sunrise tomorrow.
The few people alive could be regarded as veterans who had experienced bloody battles. Without anyone's orders, they immediately began to check their weapons and ammunition after eating, preparing for the night's fight.
Their weapons have now all been replaced by 38 large-cap rifles. The original Hanyang-made rifles and Chinese official rifles have been abandoned because they have no bullets.
Ammunition has always been an important factor limiting their combat effectiveness. In the previous battles, they killed and wounded many little Japs and captured a lot. Otherwise, in the night battle, they would have to fight the Japs with fire sticks.
The heavy rain stopped in the evening, and a rainbow hung in the sky. It was really dazzling in this smoke-filled battlefield, but Yang Ling and the others had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery and were stepping through the mud to gather.
Fat Tian San had a big gash on his buttocks from a Japanese bayonet, and it was difficult for him to walk, so they left Tian San in that broken house. If they didn't recapture the Japanese position tomorrow and didn't come back, they would let Tian San escape on his own.
Well, there is no need to fight here.
After a day and night of fierce fighting, the entire 361st Regiment has less than 300 people who can stand and hold guns. Their tired bodies are now in the mud, and it seems that a gust of wind can blow them down, but Yang Ling knows that as soon as the charge horn sounds, their
The frail body will burst out with powerful force until death.