Several cars transporting wounded soldiers were blown over by bombs dropped by Japanese planes. They were thrown high and then fell heavily. Many wounded people whose lives were unknown were scattered on both sides of the road like beans.
"Woo Ang -" As if on purpose, the Japanese plane turned around and swooped back, sweeping down strings of cornstalk-like machine gun bullets.
The injured who were knocked unconscious immediately started to wail and scream, and a large cloud of blood rose up. The bullet penetrated the fuel tank of the car, and the hot fireball caused by the explosion suddenly rose up, swallowing up the car and everything in an instant.
Wounded people nearby.
Those brothers who wanted to rush over to save others were knocked off their feet by the sweeping air waves and fell into the mud. When they struggled to get up, in addition to the bloody corpses and burning car wreckage all over the ground, there was only rolling water.
of thick smoke.
The Japanese planes were flying up and down in a majestic manner, and You were unwilling to leave. They were still scaring the shivering recruits lying on the ground.
The sluggish-looking and ragged officers and soldiers on the roadside earlier raised their guns angrily and fired at the Japanese planes. Rifles, machine guns and other light and heavy weapons rang out one after another, as sharp and noisy as popping beans.
The gunshots suddenly rang out, but the Japanese plane was raised to a high altitude. The brothers were so angry that their faces were livid but they were helpless.
Deputy battalion commander Qin Shou was lying in the ditch beside the road holding a shell gun. He looked at the angry brothers shooting at the Japanese and shook his head helplessly. They flew so high that it was strange that they could be shot down.
Seeing the Japanese plane roaring and flying into the distance, he put the shell gun back into its holster, got up from the muddy ditch, and sat on a dry place next to him.
After taking off his muddy shoes, he frowned and cursed at his mother, who had caused his clean shoes before leaving to look so dirty in the blink of an eye.
The Japanese plane flew away, gunshots were fired, and taunts fell. There were curses from the brothers everywhere and groans from the injured brothers. The brothers started busy rescuing people.
The new recruits who were lying on the side of the road cautiously stuck their heads out and looked at the sky. When they saw that the Japs plane was no longer there, they dared to stand up cautiously.
Looking at the blazing car in the distance and the corpses that had been reduced to a sieve of blood by machine guns, and smelling the burnt smell of barbecue wafting in the air, some brothers felt so overwhelmed that they couldn't help but immediately held their knees and bent down to wow.
He vomited.
Luo Wencai, a burly recruit, could not hold back from vomiting, but when he saw the miserable situation around him, his face turned pale with fright. The Japanese plane flew past his head just now, but it frightened him.
If the Japanese plane had dropped a bomb just now, maybe he would have turned into a stiff corpse like the wounded soldiers in the overturned cars. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little scared, and suddenly felt that death was so far away from him.
Very close.
Deputy Battalion Commander Qin Shou put his mud-covered shoes into a puddle of water, sloshed back and forth to wash away the mud, and put them on his feet again. Although they were wet, they were still more comfortable than being covered in mud.
many.
"What, are you scared?"
Seeing his fellow countryman Luo Wencai looking at the sky in the distance with lingering fear, worried that the Japanese plane would come back, Qin Shou asked with interest.
Luo Wencai looked at Qin Shou's nonchalant look, then looked at his frightened and embarrassed look, and suddenly blushed. Only then did he realize the gap between him and these veterans, and nodded to acknowledge his fear.
Seeing that Luo Wencai, a proud fellow, admitted that he was afraid, Qin Shou felt relieved. Previously, he, a fellow, had a high heart and looked down on the Japanese.
Qin Shou had always been worried that Luo Wencai's contempt for the Japanese would cost him his life. Many brothers thought they were strong and looked down on the Japanese, so they lost their lives in vain. He didn't want Luo Wencai, a fellow countryman, to make the same mistake again.
It's a good thing to be scared now when you see Rowan. Only when you are scared can you take the Japs seriously. At least you won't be beaten to death by the Japs because of your carelessness on the battlefield, and the chance of survival will be greater.
"This fight against the Japanese is no better than marching in the rear and shouting slogans. The competition is about whose voice is louder. If your voice becomes hoarse, you can still continue shouting after two days of rest."
Qin Shou paused and said: "But it's different on the battlefield. If you are careless and get blown up or shot, you will probably die. So if you want to live, you should see more of what the veterans do.
, there is no harm in learning more.”
Luo Wencai saw Qin Shou saying these words to him solemnly, and knew that it was good for him. He nodded heavily and kept these words in his heart.
"The group has orders, keep moving forward!"
A tall and thin messenger galloped from the front of the team on a skinny old horse. He shouted and rushed towards the back of the team while riding the horse.
The brothers who jumped into the ditch by the roadside and scattered to the side of the road to take cover all put their rifles on their shoulders again, and lined up again with lingering fear to prepare to set off.
"Let's go, hurry back to the team." Qin Shou didn't say much. He greeted fellow villager Luo Wencai and hurried onto the road, counting the number of people and moving on.
The Japanese planes only blew up a few cars transporting wounded soldiers, but the brothers in Yang Ling's regiment did not suffer any damage except for a few panicked brothers who were afraid and had their skin scratched while hiding.
Before being bombed by Japanese planes, the brothers were very high-spirited and walked past the ragged friendly troops that had been withdrawn from the roadside. From time to time, they would point and discuss the plight of the friendly troops.
The atmosphere is very relaxed.
However, after witnessing the cruelty of war, and looking at the friendly army officers and soldiers on the roadside who were dozing listlessly against the wall or smoking with dull eyes, they no longer felt relaxed as before, but instead showed respect.
gaze.
It was the bloody battles of these embarrassed officers and soldiers on the front lines and the desperate fights of the Japanese that allowed these passionate young people to march and shout slogans in the stable rear.
The funny thing is that at that time, they spent most of the time cursing and blaming the frontline soldiers for their incompetence, which led to the fall of large tracts of the country and repeated failures.
But now that they are on the battlefield, seeing those skinny officers and soldiers, the arrogant Japanese planes, the bombed craters full of water, and the burning villages, they realize how difficult it is for the officers and soldiers on the front line.
Those officers and soldiers who were able to fight bloody battles with the Japs without surrendering under such difficult conditions should be respected, both alive and dead, because they bravely fought and fought with the Japs.
No matter whether they have been defeated repeatedly, they are at least much nobler than those who only talk or criticize them, because they have shed blood and sacrificed for this country and nation.