The dark night gradually faded away, the sky in the distance turned fish belly white, a faint mist rose, and the vision was hazy.
The humid air was mixed with a strong smell of blood, as if the air could wring out blood.
After a night of fierce fighting, the right bank of Zhaizao Bang was completely silent. Piles of corpses were intertwined in layers, including Japanese soldiers in khaki military uniforms and Chinese soldiers in gray clothes.
At this moment, they were all turned into cold corpses, lying messily on the damp battlefield.
The old smoker had a long dream. He dreamed that he was returning home on a tall horse and wearing a bright red flower dress. He was so beautiful and grand. A cold autumn wind blew by and brought the old smoker back to reality.
He felt a little cold all over. He opened his eyes, saw the gray sky, and smelled the smoke of gunpowder in his nose. Only then did he realize that he was still lying on the cold battlefield. There was no big horse anywhere, but there was nothing.
It's just a dream.
The old smoker closed his eyes again, hoping to return to the dream, unwilling to face this cruel reality, but a dream is a dream after all, and he can never go back when he wakes up. He cursed in his heart why God can't let him just stay there forever.
Living in a dream like this was so comfortable that he had to wake up.
Cursing God in his heart, he raised his right hand and sat up, only to find that he was sitting in a pond filled with water in the trench, with the corpses of two Japanese soldiers right next to him, which had become swollen with water.
He felt some pain in his lower ribs, and then he remembered that he had been stabbed by a Japanese bayonet during the melee last night, but the cut was not deep and the blood had solidified, so he did not die from excessive blood loss.
There was no hustle and bustle on the battlefield, and the silence was terrifying. Lao Yanqiang reached out for a gun and stood up. The deep trench blocked his sight and could not see anything. He had to climb out on the corpse of the Japanese.
trenches.
After climbing out of the trench, his view became much wider, and the flat position was unobstructed. The first thing he saw was the blue sky and white sun flag stuck diagonally on the ground. The rags full of bullet holes were like a sieve leaking air, and it was covered with transparent
A large hole stands alone on the battlefield.
The position with a radius of more than 300 meters around the broken flag was filled with corpses. Many people maintained the posture before death, struggled with the Japanese, and eventually died together. The bright red blood flowed from the wounds and dyed the military uniforms red.
Tragic and tragic.
Lao Yanqiang saw Luo Dayong, the platoon leader of his company. This time, this guy's luck finally ran out. He was lying in the trench, still holding his Czech-style light machine gun that he didn't want to let go of. The barrel of the machine gun had already
Transformed, the corpses of several Japanese soldiers lay beside him, and the cold-glow bayonets were still inserted into Luo Dayong's chest.
Seeing the brother he had been with day and night dying tragically under the Japs' bayonets, Lao Yanqiang's eyes flashed, as if to vent his anger, he stretched out his foot and kicked the Japs' corpse in front of him, cursing: "Little Japs!"
I will kick you to death!"
It wasn't until he kicked the Japanese corpse into the trench that Lao Yanqiang sat down on the ground slumped. He was dead. He was still alive, but living suffered more than a dead person, and he still had to endure pain and sorrow.
He took out half a pack of cigarettes from a Japanese soldier's body, lit it in front of a tree stump filled with green smoke, and started smoking against the Japanese soldier's body. He had fought four or five battles since entering the Songhu battlefield.
The entire division was wiped out and reorganized. Now almost all of them are dead. He is still alive. He retreated from Wusongkou to the right bank of Zongzaobang and died all the way. Everyone he knew was dead. Even the old smoker was too lazy.
Backed up again.
Since they are all dead, then if he comes to defend this position, it will be over once and for all. Just like what Yang Ling told him back then, no matter how big China is, there will always be times when there is no way to retreat. In the face of the broken mountains and rivers, someone has to stand up and take action.
They rush forward with their scalps and bleed desperately, but someone has to stand up and support the backbone of this nation.
Lao Yanqiang felt that he did not have the ability to support the backbone of the nation, and he was not that material. The only thing he could do was to risk his life to fight the Japanese, and to die as an upright hero. When he thought of this, he suddenly
I feel so proud in my heart that death is not such a terrible thing.
The embers of the cigarette between his fingers had burned to the old smoker's fingers. He raised his hand and took a deep puff, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, grabbed the rifle next to him and checked the ammunition. He was about to shoot himself
His life was thrown at this position.
"who?!"
Lao Yanqiang heard a rustling sound not far away, like a rat. He pulled the gun with a clatter, raised the rifle in his hand, aimed at the direction of the sound and shouted, his dirty face
I was full of nervousness, fearing that it was the Japanese who were still alive.
A gray hat emerged from the pile of corpses. Under the slightly curved brim, Lao Yanqiang saw clearly the wretched and frightened face, and he put down the rifle in his hand.
"Li Mazi, you are still alive."
Lao Yanqiang's tone was mixed with joy. He thought he was the only one left on the battlefield to die alone, but he didn't expect that he would have a companion.
Li Mazi was originally a member of the death squads, but in the fierce battle last night, faced with the heavy rain of bullets from the Japanese, he flinched and did not dare to follow the death squads and rush up to open a gap. He did not do this until dawn when there was no sound on the battlefield.
He timidly came over to check the situation.
"Company Commander." Li Mazi was very happy to see that Lao Yanqiang was still alive, and walked over in three steps at a time.
"You're so lucky, you didn't even have any injuries on your body. I was stabbed by a Japanese again."
The old smoker looked enviously at Li Mazi, who was completely intact, and spoke jealously.
Li Mazi felt guilty, smiled coquettishly, quickly changed the subject, and asked: "Company Commander, everyone is dead, what should we do next?"
"Who said they're all dead? I'm still alive, aren't you? You're still alive too. We paid such a heavy price to regain our position, so we have to hold on!"
"I said to the company commander, the two of us are not enough to fight the Japanese. Let's escape. Everyone is dead. We don't have to fight with the Japanese here."
Lao Yanqiang showed sullenness on his face: "Are you fucking Chinese? Is the gun in your hand a fire stick or something like that? You just know how to escape. Can you escape for the rest of your life?!"
"As long as we have a breath of life, the Japanese will not be able to hold on to this position! Even if there are only two of us left, we will still have to knock out two of the enemy's teeth!"
The old smoker became more and more excited as he talked, which made Li Mazi think that he was possessed by a demon.
Yang Ling felt that his whole body was cold, and there was darkness all around. He heard the sound of Lao Yanqiang coming into his ears from afar. He lifted up the corpse of the Japanese that was pressing on him and sat up, with dirt and debris all over his body.