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In the hazy night, there were harsh fires everywhere, and the unique sound of the 38-meter rifle kept ringing in the surroundings, mixed with the howl of the crooked light machine gun, like a reminder, driving the defeated soldiers to run quickly.
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The troops were dispersed in the dark night. The soldiers could not find their commanders, and the commanders could not find their soldiers. There was noise, roars and gunshots everywhere. The newly recruited recruits were panicking and stumbling around.
Running around, there was chaos everywhere.
The Japanese soldiers who broke into the Dingjiaqiao position used infantry squads or squads as combat units, mopping up and killing the Chinese defenders who were left alone and had no time to withdraw.
Bullets were whistling in the dark night, and all resistance was so weak. Almost any face-to-face resistance would be destroyed by a grenade or a machine gun. The dispersed Chinese defenders eventually turned into a rout.
But where can one escape? Dingjiaqiao is surrounded by criss-crossing water networks and dark and unpredictable fields. The Japanese soldiers' intersecting troops have already gone around to the back. Many Chinese defeated soldiers will hit them if they are not careful.
In the arms of the Japanese, they were strangled in pieces.
To the east of Dingjiaqiao is the main force of the Third Division of the Japanese. To the north, the Guangfululuodian front line is also fiercely fought. To the south, Jiangwan is also fiercely attacked by the Japanese. Even the Zoumatang front line of Dachang Town behind them is also cut by the Japanese.
Come in.
On the jagged battlefield, it was difficult to tell the direction in the dark. Most of the lone soldiers could only run towards a place with less gunfire. However, as they ran, they would be blocked by rivers and canals, and many Chinese defenders had to jump in.
In the cold river, trying to escape with his life.
But the water in the river was so cold that I shivered when I jumped in. Before I could swim to the other side, the Japanese pursuers behind me had already arrived. When a row of guns went down, blood filled the river and the bodies floated.
There are also taxis who can't swim running along the river, but they will bump into the Japanese troops rushing in from the other direction, going around in circles. They are like turtles in an urn, with no way to hide and no way out in this unfamiliar area.
escape.
Those soldiers who were not alone were in small groups, forming gangs, and some were injured and helping each other. They hurriedly fled along the road, like driven ducks, in a hurry and in a panic.
The Japanese troops were chasing and weaving in and out. Their tactical literacy was very high and they could identify the direction in this dark night. However, the defeated soldiers who did not know a few words could only rely on experience and luck to escape.
Gray people flowed all over the mountains and plains, and behind them were the gunshots of the Japanese who were disgusting but invincible. They were defeated like a mountain. After the hungry and exhausted defenders suffered heavy losses, it was difficult to resist the Japanese offensive.
The defense lines on the left and right wings have been broken through. If they don't withdraw, they will become a raised island, and they will be made dumplings by the Japanese. The darkness increases the fear in the hearts of the soldiers, and those ferocious and screaming Japanese soldiers make those soldiers sad.
More worried and scared.
Most of the defenders just wanted to make a living as soldiers, but now they had to fight against the Japanese on the battlefield. When their officers were killed in the battle, and when they were surrounded by Japanese soldiers, their desire to survive was stronger than ever, so they withdrew and retreated.
Already.
In Yang Ling's hand, he held the 38 rifle captured from the Japanese. He had removed the bayonet and hung it in the scabbard on his waist. The gun with the bayonet would sink in its center of gravity, affecting its accuracy. If it wasn't
When fighting with a bayonet, Yang Ling usually removes the bayonet.
He was trotting in the Japanese leather shoes. Although he tried hard to adjust his breathing rhythm, he was still out of breath. His eyes under the brim of his black hat were more solemn than ever before. At this moment, they were like duckweeds in the sea, and they might be knocked over by a big wave at any time.
, survival has become their top priority.
The old Wangtou still held his saber. The sharp blade had several gaps. There were still blood stains and a trace of broken meat on the slightly cold blade, which were left behind during hand-to-hand combat.
The knife was brought here all the way from Sichuan. As the leader of the cooking squad, he did not own a gun. Moreover, he was not unfamiliar with the single rifles in the army with smooth rifling. Good guns such as the 79th rifle were in the hands of the platoon leader.
inside.
There was no hope for them, the big-headed soldiers and the cooking squad, so he felt that it was enough to have a saber by his side. The saber in his hand had indeed saved his life and killed two Japanese soldiers. He felt that it was worth it.
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Lao Wangtou's breathing became more and more rapid, and his legs became heavier and heavier, as if filled with lead. The bulging canvas bags on his body swayed as he ran, pulling him harder and harder.
Gradually falling behind the team.
He wanted to ask the people running in front to stop and wait for him, but the fierce gunfire from behind was getting closer and closer, and the Japanese soldiers were already chasing him. If he stopped, his life would be in danger. He was hesitant. He didn't want others to do it because of him.
I am willing to die because I don’t want to drag others down.
It was dark, hungry and tired. Old Wang slipped on his head and soles, and fell into the ditch next to the field. The severe pain made Old Wang grin his teeth. His forehead hit something hard, it must be a stone, and he felt a
A stream of heat flowed on my face, and I reached out to touch the sticky substance.
Lao Wangtou was afraid of dragging others down and did not stop those who were running forward. He really couldn't run anymore and he didn't want to drag others down. He sat in the cold ditch and reached out to touch his saber. The saber returned.
Now, when the devil comes, he may not be able to kill another one.
He leaned against the ditch full of water plants, not ready to escape, and he couldn't run anymore. His breathing slowly became calmer. The gunshots from behind became louder and louder, and the footsteps in front of him disappeared.
They should have gone far away. Thinking of this, Lao Wangtou showed a hint of relief on his face. He finally stopped causing trouble to Yang Ling and the others.
They walked thousands of miles to Shanghai, discussing how prosperous a big city should be along the way. They had never been out of Sichuan in their lives, and they were all thinking about how they would be people who had seen the world after winning the war and returning home in triumph.
I was thinking about how to brag and show off like this.
But the cruelty of the war far exceeded their imagination. They saw no bustling cities along the way, only the gray flow of people fleeing, the ruined villages after bombing by Japanese planes, and the wailing wounded soldiers who were constantly being sent to the rear.
, bleak and desolate.
Many of them were killed on the first day they arrived in Shanghai. They were killed by bombs dropped from the plane before they even saw the Japanese. Thinking of those people whose stomachs were blown up, Lao Wangtou felt that he was lucky, at least.
He has survived so long and killed several Japanese.
Lao Wangtou sat in the wet ditch, regaining his strength, ready to wait for the Japanese to come and kill another one, so that his trip to Shanghai would not be in vain.
"Old Wangtou—Old Wangtou—" a low and depressed voice came from far away. From time to time, Yang Ling came back with two remaining soldiers.
In this dangerous battlefield, being alone means death. Lao Wangtou, who was following the team just a few minutes ago, is gone. He should not be too far away, so Yang Ling finally decided to come back and look for him.