The fat man moved forward on the muddy road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He felt aggrieved and sad. The road was muddy and slippery. He fell and rolled into the muddy water. He was covered in mud and turned into a clay man.
He sat in the muddy water, cursing the Japanese and God. When he got tired from cursing, he struggled to get up and continue to move towards the position on the right bank of Yunzao Bang. The cold wind blew by, making him shiver all over.
There were footsteps in front of him, and the fat man stopped and looked forward. At the end of the dirt road, seven or eight figures holding guns and supporting each other were coming quickly.
The fat man continued walking with the gun full of mud and water. As he got closer, he finally found that the running figure was somewhat familiar. He wiped his eyes that were blurred with tears, raised his head again and finally saw the other person clearly.
There were nine people in total, sparsely striding over here. Seven of them were somewhat unfamiliar, and the other two were very familiar to Fatty. They were Lao Yanqiang and Yang Ling.
Lao Yanqiang was supported by two remnant soldiers. The gauze bandaging his arm was blood red, indicating that he was injured.
Yang Ling walked behind with a 38-gauge rifle with a bayonet in his hand, looking around from time to time, keeping enough vigilance.
"Hey, company commander! Company commander!" The fat man waved his arms vigorously and shouted excitedly, his muddy face turning red.
Lao Yanqiang and the others heard the sound and spotted the fat man waving to them from a distance. His body weighing two hundred kilograms was so conspicuous no matter where he was. He looked like a target on the battlefield.
But everyone died, and only the fat man who knew how to eat without any heart survived. The old smoker looked at the fat man waving with a complicated expression.
The fat man limped towards Lao Yanqiang and the others while holding on to the gun, splashing mud everywhere under his feet, and the wound on his buttocks burst open due to the violent movement. He grinned in pain, but instead of crying, he was laughing.
"Company commander, company commander, company deputy, I thought you were all beaten to death by the Japanese. I...I was ready to collect your bodies..." The fat man ran to Lao Yanqiang and the others, looking at the big job in front of him.
People were so excited that they were a little incoherent.
When Fatty was alone, he thought he was a lonely ghost, but now he once again had a backbone in his empty heart, and his heart became more at ease again.
Lao Yanqiang rolled his eyes at the fat man and cursed angrily: "Damn it, you crow mouth, you were beaten to death by the Japanese. I am alive and well."
Although the old smoker was cursing, a warm current surged through his heart. Although the fat man was a heartless bastard, he still wanted to collect his body. He still had a conscience, and he did not take care of him in vain.
The fat man's eyes swept across the nine lonely figures. He stood on tiptoes and looked behind the muddy ground. He turned to ask Yang Ling: "Company officer, where are Brother Luo and the others? Why didn't they withdraw with you?"
Facing the fat man's question, Yang Ling's eyes dimmed and he swallowed his words again, not knowing how to answer the fat man.
Yang Ling knew the relationship between Fatty and Luo Ziqiang. Although they were not real brothers, they were better than real brothers. From Wusongkou to Yunzaobang, if Luo Ziqiang hadn't taken care of Fatty, Fatty would have died countless times.
None of them spoke, it was very quiet and dull. Fatty Tian San looked at the end of the dirt road, and then at the silent people. Although he was extremely unwilling to admit the fact that Luo Ziqiang was killed, sometimes the truth is like this.
of cruelty.
Luo Ziqiang was injured while saving Fatty and fought for Fatty. Although they had different surnames, they always treated Fatty as his brother. Now that Luo Ziqiang is gone, Fatty feels that his world has fallen.
The fat man cried again, crying in a hopeless way. The tears left traces along his muddy face. He twitched and cried like a girl. From now on, no one will help him.
He, take care of him, he will not have enough to eat again...
The old smoker hated it when people cried in front of him, because when others cried, he couldn't help but think of his dead brothers, and he felt uncomfortable and wanted to cry. He stretched out his leg and kicked the fat man who was crying.
"Fat man, look at what a coward you are, what a grown man looks like crying!"
The old smoker was scolding, and the fat man felt even more wronged and cried louder.
The fat man's cries disturbed Lao Yanqiang, and he yelled at the fat man mercilessly: "Damn it, what's the use of crying! You can't resurrect the dead! If you have the ability, go to the Japanese to avenge the Japanese! Kill the Japanese!"
The old smoker was very depressed. So many people had died and he couldn't find an outlet to vent. When he saw the crying fat man, he suddenly became very angry.
The fat man stretched out his sleeves and wiped his tears. He felt that Lao Qianqiang was right. When he was wronged before, he always turned to his brother Luo to support him, but now that Luo Ziqiang is dead, he must avenge him.
The fat man grabbed the broken gun covered with mud, squeezed away the remaining soldiers, and walked towards the battlefield with fierce gunfire. He wanted to take revenge and fight for Luo Ziqiang.
"Fat man, what are you doing?!" Old Smoking Qiang asked when he saw that Fat Man stopped crying, grabbed his gun and walked towards the battlefield.
The fat man replied without looking back: "Revenge!" He was determined and moved forward without hesitation.
"You are going to die!" Lao Yanqiang looked at the fat man and suddenly regretted that he should not have provoked the fat man just now.
Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled the fat man back. Enough people had died, and there were fewer and fewer familiar people. He couldn't just let the fat man die.
"Don't stop me, I'm going to avenge Brother Luo!" The fat man struggled and roared, his eyes red.
Yang Ling kicked the fat man into the mud, "Do you deserve Luo Ziqiang who died like this? Do you know why he asked me to let you stay behind and not participate in the counterattack? He doesn't want you to die! He wants you to live!"
Yang Ling's voice was loud and deafening. Fatty finally understood why he was able to stay and not participate in the counterattack in the first place. It was because Luo Ziqiang begged for mercy. In the end, he was left behind because of his inability to move. He escaped and survived.
Seeing that the fat man understood, Yang Ling's tone also softened: "A gentleman's revenge is never too late, ten years is not too late. Live well. Only by living well can you avenge the dead. A sacrifice in vain is meaningless!"
Now that the fat man is injured, if he rushes forward recklessly and fights the Japanese, he will undoubtedly be shot before he even gets close to the Japanese. He will not be able to take revenge. He will only die in vain and become a cold corpse.
"Let's keep walking." After being stunned for a long time, Yang Ling glanced at the fat man sitting in the muddy water, and then continued to retreat with the remaining soldiers to rest and recuperate. They had been fighting fiercely for several days and needed urgent rest and food to replenish their strength.
The old smoker sighed and shook his head helplessly. These old and new grudges would take more than a lifetime to be repaid, and he didn't know when they would end.
The fat man struggled to get up from the muddy water, looked at the distant position where the cannons were rumbling, and then turned to chase Yang Ling and the others.
He calmed down. He felt that Yang Ling was right. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. As long as he lives, his injuries are healed, and he lives well, he can kill the Japanese better, avenge the dead Luo Ziqiang, and the countless people who died.