If Liu Lang hadn't appeared out of nowhere, Chi Dakui and his soldiers would have definitely suffered the same fate as the soldiers stacked on the ground.
This means that Chi Dakui's company was completely wiped out, without even a chance to rebuild.
Almost all armies have an unwritten rule that any unit that is wiped out will have its designation revoked and will not be rebuilt.
Just one battalion suffered such heavy casualties that even the battalion commander was killed. According to records, a battalion commander named Lu Yihao also died for his country that day. The casualties of the national army can also be imagined.
Little people are so insignificant in front of the giant wheel of history. They are easily crushed by it without leaving any trace.
However, when facing these little people unknown to the world, Liu Lang's heart was stabbed so hard that the tip of his nose was a little sour.
That's no longer a cold number on paper.
They are heroes, heroes who protect the country and the nation, heroes who should not be obscured by the dust of history.
As far as the eye can see, there are at least 200 bodies here, maybe more.
What struck Liu Lang's heart again was that in addition to the stacked bodies, there were also some bandaged bodies scattered around. Without exception, they all had guns with bayonets inserted into them.
Made in Hanyang, the gun that once belonged to them was stabbed into their bodies.
Judging from the traces, they tried to escape, but failed to escape death after all. The enemy cruelly returned their trophies to their opponents who had lost their resistance.
There is no doubt that these are wounded soldiers who have lost the ability to resist, but they are brutally killed here one by one.
Even though he is as determined as Liu Lang, he still feels a wave of anger jumping from the soles of his feet into the Tianling Gai.
The Japanese really deserve to be killed.
"Brothers, it was I, Chi Dakui, who harmed you." Chi Dakui knelt down violently in the direction of the corpse, lying on the ground and wailing loudly.
The other soldiers all knelt down and began to sob.
Men can't shed tears easily, let alone these tough men in the military who have experienced life and death, but the scene in front of them is really beyond their endurance.
After bringing the remaining brothers here, Chi Dakui wanted to find a hiding place to hide temporarily, but he also came to see the wounded soldiers on the battlefield who had not had time to take them away due to the hasty retreat.
Although he had already seen the ferocity of the Japanese army and was just taking a chance, the scene in front of him still completely defeated this rough and powerful man.
All the wounded soldiers were brutally killed.
Ji Yanxue, who had been following the team with her head lowered and silent, covered her mouth, and big tears fell down her cheeks, washing away the black and white streaks on her face, which was full of black ash.
She helped bandage the wounded soldiers with the help of the medical soldiers. Since she didn't know much about bandaging techniques, she simply tied the knot into a bow. A soldier with an injured head blushed because of this.
Yes, because he was not yet seventeen years old and was a typical child soldier. Ji Yanxue didn't know that he was shy because her tender fingers glided across his face in a hurry. The boy who had never enjoyed the tenderness of a woman even wished he could
The more serious his injury is, the longer Platoon Commander Ji will bandage it.
But now, the young face that was once blushing was pale and fell into a pool of blood. Only the bow tied by her own hands was left, trembling slightly in the cold wind of early spring like a flower that was about to wither.
"Get up, stop crying." Liu Lang suddenly said coldly.
But obviously, the soldiers who were immersed in pain were ignored.
With a muffled "bang" sound, Liu Lang kicked the crying Chi Dakui to the ground.
Seeing Liu Lang getting angry, everyone, including Ji Yanxue, collectively swallowed their cries. The fat man who killed the Japanese like he was killing chickens was not an ordinary deterrent to them.
"Crying about your grandma's legs, can crying make your brothers cry to death or something? If crying can make all the little devils cry to death, you will cry to death without even saying a word." Liu Lang looked down and his eyes were red.
Chi Dakui, who was staring at him, cursed coldly.
"If you want to avenge your brothers, don't cry like a bitch and join me in killing them." Liu Lang threw the bayonet stuck in his back to Chi, who was scolded bloody by him.
Dakui is full of murderous intent.
Liu Lang was angry.
Yes, Liu Lang, who has been looking at the world with modern thinking since he traveled to this battlefield, felt the flames of anger burning his face.
Just like when I saw the instructor’s head five years ago.
The same wounded soldiers were killed in the same way.
The same anger, the same madness.
What will crazy Liu Lang do?
Because they are comrades-in-arms, the shoulders on which life and death depend on each other.
A similar scene allowed Liu Lang to integrate into this era for the first time. Although the pace of history will not stop because of the arrival of a small figure like him, now that he is here, he has to do something.
For the soldiers who shed their blood, for the wives and children who cry after losing their husbands, fathers and sons, for the people on this land who drink the same river water and eat the same food as themselves, for...
Liu Lang glanced at the clown girl who was wiping the tears on her face with her sleeves without revealing any trace. Well, he admitted that although her eyes with teardrops just now were not big, her long eyelashes covered with teardrops were big.
That moment still hit his heart hard.
In order to prevent the women from crying, Liu Lang found another good reason in his heart.
This time, he wants to ravage the little girl named "Dream" unscrupulously, even if he has not fully understood the world.
I am so angry, not for the beauty, but for the warriors who dyed the earth red.