The incendiary bombs burned away the grass, bushes, vines and woods, leaving many hills bare and scorched black. The burning black ash floated in the air, making it blazing.
Huge craters destroyed the ground beyond recognition, and the ruins of many collapsed fortifications were scattered messily on the hills and gentle slopes, with mutilated corpses and broken guns lying around.
Hot bullets hit from some hills and foxholes from time to time, and those strongholds held by the Japanese have not yet been captured.
Chinese officers and soldiers rushed into the mountains along every ravine and every mountain road. There were corpses on every mountain road. These were roads paved with blood.
On this mountain road strewn with corpses and blood, a team of more than ten reporters were filming on this shocking battlefield, escorted by a group of Chinese officers and soldiers with guns.
"Woo...wow..."
A young female reporter saw the corpses of the Japanese with their stomachs exploded, smelled the stench, and her heart was filled with all kinds of emotions. She ran to the roadside, held on to a half-length tree trunk, and vomited.
Those male reporters who originally wanted to go to the front line and personally witness the annihilation of the Japanese Matsuura Division now stepped into this bloody hell-like battlefield. Although they did not vomit, they all turned pale.
They live in the city and have never experienced war. All information about the battle situation on the front line is reported through the mouths of senior generals. In their imagination, war is just a series of casualties.
This time when the Matsuura Division was being encircled and annihilated, the General Department specially invited these journalists to report on it and build momentum for publicity. When they arrived at the battlefield, they saw the cruelty of the battlefield for the first time.
They did not feel any atmosphere of victory here. Except for the corpses and some medical patients hurried forward, not even a single living officer or soldier of the combat troops was seen.
If the officers hadn't said they were going to win the battle, just from the countless corpses they saw, they thought they had lost the battle.
"Didn't we win the battle? We are about to annihilate the Matsuura Division. Why did we sacrifice so many people..."
Looking at the corpses filling the trenches, some reporters held back their hearts and asked the veteran company commander who protected them.
The veteran looked at each other and the brothers who were surrounded by smoke, and replied seriously: "If we lose the battle, we will sacrifice more. Do you know what a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood are? When we were in Shanghai, many people
My brother's body was just soaked in the water, and the water turned red. We drank the blood and fought against the Japanese..."
The veterans' voices were low, but there was no sorrow on their faces. They were already numb. They had fought bloody battles one after another. Only those who had experienced it personally knew how difficult it was to win a battle.
The reporters were shocked. From the veterans' descriptions, they could imagine how cruel the blood stations were in the darkness.
Looking at this veteran company commander with a story to tell, a reporter suddenly wanted to interview him.
"Company Commander Liu, are these the brothers who fought with you in bloody battles?"
The veteran company commander looked at the more than twenty officers and soldiers with guns around him and shook his head: "They were all added to the company a month ago."
"Were all recruited to the company a month ago?" The reporter was a little surprised. Looking at the murderous looks on their faces, they didn't look like recruits who had just joined the army for a month.
But what the reporter doesn't know is that their fighting has never stopped in the past month. After a month of brutal fighting, they have long become veterans.
The reporter asked again: "Company Commander Liu, what about the brothers you were with back then?"
The veteran company commander looked at the serious reporter and was stunned for a while, looking at the messy battlefield, and finally spoke.
"There are eleven people from our village, eight died in one battle, and the other two died in the second encounter with the Japanese. Now I am the only one left..." the veteran company commander said.
The voice became choked.
"Liu Company Commander, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, let's keep walking."
The veteran company commander has long been numb. The brothers around him have changed one after another. He no longer knows what it means to be sad. If he is still alive, he must continue to fight.
A group of wounded soldiers withdrew along the mountain road. The lightly wounded officers and soldiers carried the seriously wounded soldiers whose life and death were unknown. Each of them had a tired face and empty and numb eyes.
"Brother, which unit are you from? Have you already wiped out the Matsuura Division?"
Finally, we saw the officers and soldiers fighting on the front line. Although they were wounded soldiers, curious reporters slowly gathered around them and started asking questions. Some people raised their cameras and wanted to take pictures of the conditions of these wounded soldiers.
Come down.
The reporters surrounding them made the wounded soldiers extremely vigilant. When the cameras flashed, they subconsciously grabbed their guns and pulled the bolts of their guns with a roar.
"Brother, don't be impulsive. They are reporters. Those are not weapons, they are for taking pictures..."
When the veteran company commander saw the wounded soldiers firing, he rushed forward to explain.
Many officers and soldiers were honest farmers who had only left their villages when they were fighting in the war. When they saw the cameras played by reporters, they suddenly realized that they had heard what their officers had said.
These officers and soldiers raised their guns and really startled the reporters. The veteran company commander stepped forward to negotiate and then put down his guns. However, their Cantonese really made it difficult for the reporters to understand their questions.
"They are from the 4th Army, troops from Guangdong. They said there is still fighting ahead, so let's keep going."
The veteran company commander waved to the wounded soldiers and led the reporters toward the battlefield.
All the troops rushed forward, leaving no reserve team. The battle continued in the mountains ahead, but the tragedy along the way left the reporters without any joy of victory.
Behind every victory was a long list of shocking casualties. The emaciated camels were bigger than horses. Although there were only remnants of the Japanese troops, facing the poorly equipped Chinese troops, the battle was still very difficult.
But the Chinese officers and soldiers are not afraid. They have a strong belief in their hearts that supports them, that is, for victory, they will sacrifice everything, including their lives.
"There are not many little devils left! We can kill them all even if we fight to death one by one!"
An officer with blood oozing from many places on his body, his voice hoarse, led more than a dozen officers and soldiers who could still fight towards a suspected Japanese position.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
The crisp gunfire of Sanba Gai rang out, and a dark red fountain of blood shot out from the bodies of the two brothers rushing in front, and they fell straight to the ground.
But the brothers behind them did not stop, they pulled the grenade and pounced on them.
The Japanese fired two more shots anxiously, and two more brothers fell down, but the remaining brothers were already approaching.
Looking at the brothers holding high the grenades that were smoking, the Japanese had no time to shoot.
"Madman! Madman!"
The Japanese soldiers were shrouded in fear, cursing in their hearts, not daring to stay where they were, and ran back in panic. Facing these life-threatening lunatics, the battle was no longer possible.