The cool wind blew through the withered treetops, blowing away the strong and choking smell of blood, and my breathing finally became smoother and more relaxed.
The dead have their own destination, and the living naturally have their destination.
Death is a relief. There is no need to think or do anything. Just lie down in the cold and humid Jiangnan and let your body rot and turn into the smelly mud.
But he could still breathe and be alive. He was really worried. Yang Ling dusted off the dirt all over his body to make himself look cleaner.
Lao Yanqiang and Li Mazi stood on the battlefield littered with dead people, like two skinny and bare tree trunks, alone, letting the cold wind pour into their tattered clothes, and their whole bodies became cold.
His body was cold, but his heart was warm. Lao Yanqiang stretched out his sleeve and wiped his eyes. He saw clearly that the person standing not far in front of him was indeed Yang Ling. He was not dead yet.
The smoker's heart took root and sprouted.
Yang Ling is not a god, just an ordinary person. The soldiers who follow Yang Ling are dead and injured. So far, only he and Li Mazi are still alive. Yang Ling is not a powerful person, and there is no guarantee that everyone will survive.
Go down.
But when Yang Ling stood there, Lao Yanqiang suddenly felt that he had a backbone and confidence in his heart.
Although Yang Ling failed to fulfill his promise and took them away from this damn battlefield alive, Lao Yanqiang couldn't bear the slightest blame or complaint in his heart.
There are the Japanese guns and cannons in front, and the cold-faced supervisors behind them. Apart from being shot through by bullets and then falling down, or being blown to pieces by iron lumps falling from the sky, in the end they can only suffocate, with all the pain all over their bodies.
The resentment died and became part of the corpse on the ground.
Although Yang Ling did not lead them out of the battlefield alive, Lao Yanqiang felt something was different. At least they could die in a dignified manner and did not have to die in frustration.
In the past, when faced with Japanese heavy aircraft and artillery, many of them had never even seen the Japanese in person. Before they died, many of them imagined what the Japanese looked like and refused to rest in silence. Sometimes they lost their position in confusion.
The appearance of Yang Ling saved them from having to die so aggrievedly. At least they had a chance to fight back and fight the Japanese with bayonets head-on. Fame and wealth depended on life and death. It was better to die in an upright battle than to die aggrieved.
A brutal hand-to-hand battle last night wiped out all the Japs on the position, demonstrating the majesty and bloody spirit of the Chinese soldiers. However, it killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses, and more than 300 Chinese soldiers in the counterattack position almost fought with all their strength.
Empty.
Yang Ling bent down and picked up the dirty gray hat from the fluffy soil. He dusted the soil with his hands, revealing the shining blue sky and white sun badge inlaid on the brim of the hat. Since he was wearing this hat, he had to do his best.
A responsibility.
Although most of the people have been wiped out, they must hold on to this position if they are still alive, otherwise it would be meaningless to pay such a high price and kill so many people.
Yang Ling didn't feel that he was a brave and needless person, nor did he have the consciousness to die with the Japanese. However, just evacuating in such a dejected way, there was always some unwillingness in his heart. So many people died, and the living ones had to do it.
to do something.
Yang Ling had no intention of fighting with the Japanese. There were only two tired wooden stakes standing in front of him. Enough people had died, there was no need to bleed in vain.
However, it was not his style to evacuate in despair. Even if he wanted to evacuate, he would have to make the Japanese suffer hardships and let them know that they were treading on Chinese land and they would have to pay a certain price.
Li Mazi lowered his head and did not dare to look at Yang Ling. Those dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the soul through the tattered clothes, and see the timidity, fear and cowardice deep in his heart.
Yang Ling had no intention of blaming Li Mazi. When their suicide squad charged forward last night, he knew that Li Mazi did not follow him. On this bloody battlefield, not everyone was so brave.
In other words, most people are afraid and afraid, and do not want to lose their lives in this war with no chance of winning, but when faced with orders, they have to bravely rush up until they are shot and fall down.
Li Mazi just magnified his inner fear into action. The fault was not with Li Mazi, but with this damn war, and with the culprits, the Japanese devils.
If there had been no war, Li Mazi might have married a wife, had children, and lived a peaceful life with children and grandchildren like most Chinese people, without having to worry about going to the damn battlefield.
Yang Ling originally thought that Li Mazi had become a deserter and had run far away. Even animals have to struggle for survival, let alone humans. But he didn't expect that he didn't escape, but came back.
Lao Yanqiang felt uncomfortable being stared at by Yang Ling. He lowered his head and looked at his tattered military uniform, which was blackened with gunpowder. Is there anything wrong?
"Don't be stunned, collect ammunition."
After Yang Ling said these words, he lowered his head and started working on his own.
After hearing Yang Ling's words, Lao Yanqiang's dead heart became active again. He could at least defeat some of the Japanese with Yang Ling, which was better than fighting blindly by himself.
He slung the rifle over his shoulder and began to squat down to untie the armed belt tied to the Japs. He was collecting ammunition to fight the Japs. He was excited but also worried about how long he could survive.
When I was alone just now, I thought that I didn’t want to run away anymore. Just like the dead Pao Ze, he had someone to accompany him on the Huangquan Road when he died. Anyway, he had to drag a few Japanese to support him before he died. At that time, I felt so proud.
lofty.
But now that I see Yang Ling, my old smoker's desire to survive has begun to revive again. I suddenly feel that death is a terrible thing, and my conflicted mind has been repeatedly entangled.
Li Mazi originally hoped that Yang Ling could say a word to persuade Lao Qianqiang, and then they could abandon this position and find a way to survive, but Yang Ling just said a word to collect ammunition.
Li Mazi now regretted it in his heart. He just ran away. It didn't matter if he was a deserter. He had to give up and come back to swim in this muddy water and risk his own life.
"Li Mazi, what are you doing standing still? You didn't hear Brother Yang talking about collecting ammunition."
The old smoker held a handful of 6.5mm bullets and a few Japanese melon grenades. He turned around and saw Li Mazi not moving, and he spoke to urge him.
Three lonely figures were busy in a position littered with dead people. Although they knew that the position could not be defended, they still had to make a final desperate struggle.
Three miles away from the position, the Japanese Major's cowhide boots stepped on the ridge and were covered with mud. He held up his binoculars to observe the Chinese garrison position opposite.