Chapter 1001: The Desolation of the Battlefield (2)
"Platoon leader, I'm afraid." A young soldier whose face was covered with dust but was muddy with sweat or tears, but still clearly retaining some childishness, turned his body slightly to his side. A man with a bandage on his head
, the middle-aged soldier, whose right arm was already empty, leaned against him.
One of his feet was gone from the ankle down, and was wrapped roughly in a dirty military uniform.
"Shanbao, what are you afraid of? All the brothers in the platoon are here to accompany you. We will have company together on the journey! Don't be afraid." The middle-aged soldier with the rank of second lieutenant on his collar rubbed his age-defying age with his remaining left arm.
He would be taller than the seventeen-year-old soldier's head, and comforted him softly.
The young soldier glanced around, and big tears fell down his cheeks again. Before this battle, their entire platoon had 40 people, but now, including the company and platoon commander, there were only 8 people left, and,
Totally injured.
The reason was that their position was hit by a bomb dropped by a Japanese plane. More than twenty people were directly killed in that instant. The bomb-proof holes dug frantically for three days could prevent the Japanese from attacking.
75mm mountain guns and field guns, but they cannot protect against 250-pound aerial bombs.
The only platoon commander with enough legs to retreat insisted on staying behind to accompany his brothers in the platoon who were seriously injured and unable to walk.
"Why are you so cowardly? You're crying so much. Dog, starting from you, tell me how many of you are still breathing." The second lieutenant shook his dizzy head and shouted sternly.
A piece of shrapnel cut off a large piece of his scalp and even the bones could be seen, but miraculously it was not fatal. However, not only was he getting more and more dizzy, seeing people with double images, but what was even worse was that his brain often
He was in a state of complete blankness. He even lost count of how long the battle lasted. There were only a few brothers left in the platoon.
"Yes." A soldier lying on his back next to them answered with all his strength. "One"
His upper body, including his face, was all wrapped in messy bandages and stained with blood. If he wrapped his two arms, he would look like a mummy.
"two"
"three"
........
"seven"
After a while, there was no more sound.
The middle-aged soldier looked around and couldn't help but burst into tears. He slowly lowered his head and shouted in a low voice: "Eight".
Of the 40-man infantry platoon, only eight people survived, and 32 brothers who had known each other day and night were just gone. But it doesn't matter, soon, the 40 brothers will get together to drink together again.
"Mountain boy, don't be a coward. Raise your head for me and take a good look at these little devils. When I go to report to King Yama and see them, come together and beat them up." The middle-aged soldier shook his head vigorously and said with
His remaining left hand hugged the young soldier's shoulder tightly and said sternly.
There are many people around.
The Japanese troops have already surrounded us, carrying 38 big covers, and they are surrounding us with great ferocity.
The Japanese soldiers who had started cheering also fell silent for a while.
They finally knew why such a small group of Chinese soldiers were surrounded.
It turned out that they were all seriously injured soldiers.
Some of them had no legs, some had no arms, some were lying unable to move and could barely breathe.
However, these few wounded soldiers still resisted tenaciously in the trenches and resisted the attack of a small team of them for a full twenty minutes. But now, they gave up the resistance and just sat together in a group.
Obviously, they were out of bullets, and even had no strength to fight hand to hand.
The ferocious light in his eyes is gradually receding, replaced by respect.
Even if they were as ferocious as the Japanese invaders, on the battlefield where the two armies were fighting, they who upheld the spirit of Bushido had to show their respect for these opponents who used their last breath of strength to fight.
That goes beyond national hatred and stems from deep respect for the unyielding spirit.
"As long as you raise your hands and surrender to the Imperial Army, I, Imperial Army Lieutenant Lieutenant Kuroda, will take a note from His Majesty Major Saikawa to grant you official prisoner-of-war treatment." A Japanese squad leader with the rank of Infantry Second Lieutenant stepped forward and stared at
This group of Chinese soldiers who had completely lost the ability to resist said in a deep voice.
A Japanese reporter with a camera on the side excitedly raised his lens and pointed it at the Chinese wounded soldiers sitting there.
As an army reporter, he did not deny that he was shocked when he saw this scene. However, if he could see such a few brave Chinese soldiers surrendering to the Imperial Japanese Army and raising their hands, it would be
It is the glory of the Imperial Army.
No matter how brave the Chinese warriors are, they can only choose to surrender in front of the Imperial Army's troops.
This photo is definitely the most wonderful photo he has taken since he was in the army. In the camera, the Japanese reporter even saw a Chinese man who had lost his right arm slowly raising his only remaining left hand.
Wonderful, so wonderful. This is exactly what he needs.
"Little devil, what are you talking about? Why can't I hear clearly? My ears have been deafened by your cannons, don't you know? Come on, come closer and talk to your grandfather." The second lieutenant also hung up.
The Chinese platoon leader who received the badge raised his hand not to surrender, but to wave to the surrounding Japanese soldiers who were six or seven meters away from them.
"Baga, the honor of the Japanese Empire cannot be tarnished. I once again order you, Chinese, to raise your hands and surrender to the Imperial Army, otherwise..." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Japanese second lieutenant.
, suddenly pulled out his saber and pointed it at the Chinese officer who was laughing and calling him a little devil.
All the surrounding Japanese soldiers followed his actions and raised their guns.
"Bah." The Chinese soldier with the rank of second lieutenant suddenly spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm towards Captain Kuroda. "Sanqin Erlang only lived standing and never died kneeling. You want me to surrender?"
dream."
"A man's inspiration is as solid as stone, rise up." As the second lieutenant officer who only had his left arm chanted.
The remaining seven wounded soldiers sang along with their extremely weak voices:
"My career lasts for eternity, Zhu Xianjie at home and abroad in ancient and modern times, no one is my equal. The overthrow is the heaven and the earth, the birth is the parents.
The splendid flags are illuminated by the sun and moonlight, and the famous monuments and stone beasts bear their burdens. Looking back at the beginning, they were just ordinary dragons and tigers.
Huaiyin Liuhou Emperor's teacher, humiliated, stepped down, picked up straw shoes, Kongming generals and ministers, the thatched cottage sheltered from the wind and rain,
Even the illustrious Guo Fenyang, the dignified Yue Zhongwu, the diplomatic Bismarck, the explorer Columbus,
That husband and my husband will soon follow in his footsteps..."
The military anthem of the Northwest Army, the inspirational song, was sung by eight wounded soldiers under the watchful eyes of dozens of Japanese invaders armed with live ammunition.
Although there is no melody for a long time, in this scene, it is no longer important whether there is a melody or not. Even the Japanese soldiers who do not understand Chinese very well can hear the desperate meaning in Shaanxi Qin Opera, which is incomprehensible to them.
Meaning.
"Baga! Shut up." the Japanese second lieutenant roared.
"Gouba, we're on our way." The Chinese second lieutenant suddenly shouted.
"Copy that." The soldier, who had been lying on his back motionless, grinned with difficulty.
The young soldier who was singing was suddenly no longer so afraid. He raised his head and glared at the Japanese invaders in front of him, as if he had just told the platoon eldest brother next to him to remember the appearance of the Japanese soldiers he could see and go underground.
It's better to fight them again.
This is China's territory, and the same is true underground.
A burst of green smoke came out from under Gou Wa's body. A smile appeared on the face of the wounded Chinese soldier who was wrapped in cloth strips of indistinguishable colors, and he slowly closed his eyes.
"Baga! Everyone get down." Suddenly seeing this scene, the Japanese second lieutenant felt like he was dead, and he yelled and got down.
A second later, there was only a loud "bang" sound, and the fireworks shot up to a height of seven or eight meters.
The sight of the Japanese military reporter who was still looking forward to taking the most exciting photo of his life was filled with flames, and his body was involuntarily thrown away with the air waves caused by the explosion.
He flew a full dozen meters. When he landed, his body was twisted abnormally and his neck was turned at least 180 degrees.
There were five long-handled grenades pressed under Gouwa, and behind the platoon leader, there was a grenade box with more than twenty grenades in it. Before leaving, he had already decided to fight with
The brothers in my platoon asked the company commander to keep them as their last heavy weapons to defend their positions.
It was the only heavy weapon left in the entire company. The commander of the infantry company who was responsible for covering the evacuation of the entire regiment shed tears and left it with a pack of cigarettes to a platoon under his command that could no longer retreat with the army, his most elite infantry platoon.
A total of more than twenty grenades, with a total weight of more than two kilograms of TNT explosives, exploded at the same time. The power was no less than that of a mountain artillery shell. With a radius of 20 meters, almost all the Japanese troops who had not had time to lie on the ground were lifted by the air wave generated by the explosion.
fly.
Needless to say, the eight Chinese soldiers sitting together at the center of the explosion were all dead.
But this time, they were really good enough. Including the soldier who had lost his eyes and was a little annoyed that he was not good enough.
Including the Japanese reporter whose neck was broken by the air wave, a dozen Japanese soldiers flew seven or eight meters away in an unsteady manner, and many of them did not even have blood stains on their bodies.
But judging from their motionless bodies, it was obviously more terrifying than being injured by shrapnel. Explosives and the air waves formed by violent explosions were the main way to kill people.
The dead Japanese military reporter didn't know that he would eventually take the most wonderful photos of his life, and he would become famous, but not during this war, but after the war.
The other person died, but the camera was miraculously preserved, and the film that had been taken was miraculously not damaged. As his legacy, his son developed the last photos taken by his father before his death as an adult.
a photo.
Shocked the whole world.
At the prompt of Second Lieutenant Kuroda's roar, although he did not have time to fall to the ground to avoid the explosion, he shook his hand, pressed the shutter, and took the last images of eight wounded Chinese soldiers. Among them, the flames of the explosion had already
Looking out, the body of the soldier holding the grenade was about to fall apart, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.