Although the Japanese attack was repelled, there were no cheers of victory this time.
In the entire trench, except for a thin layer of blue smoke that was blended into the night, there was more silence and the sound of wailing that was difficult to detect. It was the sound made by the soldiers who had been shot and couldn't bear the pain anymore.
, because there is a serious shortage of medical personnel, they have to continue to wait for the medical personnel who have dealt with the seriously injured to come and deal with it.
Until then, they have to continue to endure bone-crushing pain.
Those with gunshot wounds to their arms and legs were considered minor injuries. According to the military order issued by the regiment headquarters before the war, those with minor injuries were not eligible to leave the battlefield. Those who could leave the battlefield, except for the severely wounded with only one breath left, were corpses.
The wounded soldiers couldn't stop crying because of the pain, but many of the surviving recruits couldn't bear the bloody battlefield and cried. On the battlefield, in addition to the terrible artillery fire that can make people suffer mental breakdown, another thing that constantly destroys people's nerves is
Maybe it was the scene where familiar comrades fell to death in a pool of blood.
The most terrifying thing was the infantry platoon that was bombarded by howitzers. Not to mention the new recruits, even the veterans who entered the damaged trenches to clean up after the battle also vomited them out immediately.
It was picked up by the air waves and scattered around. Although the strange twists of the limbs and body were terrifying, at least a whole body was left behind. It was nothing to the veterans. They had seen a lot of bloody and bloody bodies. But the body at the center of the explosion was
The more than thirty-meter-long trench was like a hell on earth. Corpse fragments were scattered everywhere, as well as human internal organs. At least ten people were torn apart by the huge explosion.
Even veterans who have experienced countless civil wars in Sichuan Province were frightened by such a tragic scene. You must know that during the long civil war in Sichuan Province for ten years, the most powerful artillery used was only a 75mm caliber mountain cannon, which blew several people to pieces.
There may be some scenes, but there are definitely not many. In most battles, you are strong and I surrender, and then continue to serve as soldiers, but with a new boss. It is like now, a cannonball can tear apart a dozen large living people
of crushing?
Of course, only veterans can see such a scene. The battalion headquarters has long issued an order. Only veterans who have been in the army for more than four years can enter this trench to clean up the mess. This also avoids killing people in the war.
, but scared the new recruits to death.
But even a veteran had to vomit while putting the remaining limbs of his comrades whose shapes could no longer be distinguished into backpacks, covering them with linen, and then transporting them to the rear retreat trenches and handing them over to those responsible for transporting supplies and wounded soldiers.
Soldiers, the heavy baggage of corpses.
The Chinese value burial, and the Sichuan people value this even more. Even if there is only a piece of skin left, the infantry battalion commander orders that everything must be found. He even sets up torches in the trenches at the risk of exposing the target. Although this may mean seeking death.
It was stupidity that killed a living person, but none of the veterans objected, and they even felt more at ease.
Because, maybe it won't take long for them to become like this, but they believe that their superiors will take them home like this.
Death is not terrible for veterans who are accustomed to the cruelty of the battlefield. What is terrible is that the body is abandoned randomly and cannot be buried in the ground. It cannot be worshiped by future generations. It is terrible to die and not be able to eat incense.
Speaking of backpacks, this thing is not only used on the battlefield, but is a standard equipment of the Sichuan Army. It accompanies the Sichuan Army soldiers all the way from the Sichuan-Guizhou border to Songhu. Because they do not have many large trucks to haul baggage.
Many heavy soldiers simply carried the backpacks most commonly used by mountain people and carried their supplies in the backpacks from three thousand miles away to the Songhu front line.
The equipment of the 43rd Army is actually quite good among the Sichuan Army. At first, Comrade Lao Guo quickly grabbed the thigh of Sichuan King Liu Xiang and obtained some American Springfield rifles. A year or two ago, he relied on the bald boss again for heavy equipment.
Replenishment was obtained again. Otherwise, it would never have been their turn. A warlord army that didn't know which lines it was was equipped with five mortars per regiment, and 4 to 6 heavy machine guns per battalion. Those were all veterans.
Comrade Guo is very good at judging the situation and the results.
But now that the equipment is in place, it cannot be said that the treatment of the 43rd Army has improved. Not to mention military pay, ordinary soldiers only receive two or three dollars a month every three months or even half a year. At least there is still hope. In addition to weapons, there are also
Like that, other daily equipment is simply terrible, not much better than before in time and space.
Most of the soldiers wear straw sandals and single clothes. There are no military kettles. Soldiers generally carry bamboo tubes around their waists as kettles. Without helmets, they wear bamboo hats, which can keep out the rain on rainy days. In addition, they carry a single quilt, which can be used as a kettle.
There was only one straw mat, and there were many heavy troops carrying backpacks, so many Western military observers who arrived in Songhu did not think that the Sichuan Army was an army when they saw this group of Sichuan troops, even though they also carried heavy machine guns and carried rifles behind their backs.
There are also grenades that can kill people hanging on their chests and under their ribs, which defines them as a "paramilitary organization."
No one would think that such a "paramilitary organization" could withstand the landing of the Japanese Tenth Army in Songjiang for three days, including many officers of the Third Theater Zone, but they no longer have any extra reserves in their hands. The strongest reserve
The Gui Army's 60,000-strong army had already been filled in during the battle in October, and was then completely depleted, leaving only 20,000 troops.
The hard-line Gui Army is almost exhausted. The main forces of the Northwest Army, Northeast Army and Jin Army are still fighting fiercely with the Japanese invaders on the North China battlefield. The most powerful Central Army still has the Yunnan Army, the Guangdong Army and other main forces still fighting on the frontal battlefield.
When the Japanese invaders faced off with hundreds of thousands of troops, it would have to be the Hunan Army and the Sichuan Army, a bunch of motley crews.
Therefore, the Hunan Army defended Jinshan Guard, and the Sichuan Army guarded Songjiang, waiting for the other Northeastern Army and Sichuan Army to come to support. According to the thinking of the generals in the third theater, that is, a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, and one more day can count as a day.
.Fortunately, the headquarters has ordered the retreat, and the main force is withdrawing its forces towards Kunshan and Hangzhou at starry night.
No one expected that the first battle on the banks of the Huangpu River in Songjiang, which had no high hopes, would be fought so brutally, but they stubbornly held on to their position.
Among them, perhaps only Liu Lang had strong enough confidence in them, because in the huge battle of Luodian, the 43rd Army fought with an infantry brigade of the Japanese invaders in trenches no more than 1.5 meters deep and on a completely plain battlefield.
After seven days and seven nights, although only 600 people could walk out of the battlefield, the final battle report showed that they not only held their position, but also killed more than 3,500 Japanese troops, and the battle loss ratio was almost 2:1.
Otherwise, at the Military Commission's evaluation meeting on the Battle of Songhu after April, a unit regarded as a "paramilitary organization" by foreigners was rated as the best performer among the hundreds of infantry divisions participating in the war.
One of the five outstanding infantry divisions.
The Sichuan troops who came out of Sichuan during this period, or it can be said that all the Chinese soldiers who participated in the war during this period, did not have too many cowards, unlike two years after the war started, because a certain shameless politician became a traitor under the slogan of saving the Chinese nation.
Millions of soldiers also became lackeys and traitors in order to survive.
Humans are group animals and have a certain degree of blind obedience. As long as someone makes a bad start, the weak-willed people will follow. Over time, the little sense of shame that they once had will disappear. This is the same as "such as
It is a principle to go into an abalone house, and if you don’t smell the smell for a long time, it will be transformed into it.”
No matter how sad it is, it is a fact that the 152nd Regiment held the position in front of the river bank. Both sides cleaned up the mess and accumulated strength to prepare for a battle that was not too far away.
"Shanzi, come here, take a few puffs and take it slow." The veteran squad leader pushed the young soldier who was sitting blankly in the trench, with imperceptible pity in his eyes.
Some of them blankly accepted the pipe handed over by the veteran squad leader, but the young soldier did not smoke, but cast a dull look at his squad leader, with a cry in his voice: "Haiguo, is Chen Laoer dead?
He asked me to bandage his wounds, but at that time..."
Seeing that the veteran squad leader did not answer for a long time, the young soldier covered his face with his hands, buried his head on his knees, and began to cry. "But it's not that I don't want to save him, the Japanese are about to rush over. I
I feel panicked, I want to kill the Japanese and then save him, it’s not that I don’t want to save him..."
The veteran squad leader sighed slightly in his heart. He knew why the soldier in front of him, who had only been in the military camp for more than half a year, was so guilty. At the height of the battle, his comrade whom he had been with day and night was shot and asked him for help. He was panicked, and his life was threatened.
At that time, he instinctively chose to protect himself. If he did not fight off the Japanese, everyone here, including him, would die, so he chose to continue shooting desperately outside the trench instead of rescuing his comrades.
And when the battle was over, when he came back to his senses and wanted to make up for his negligence, he found that his comrades had been carried away, and what was left to him was the back that no longer groaned and only the pale palms were hanging down.
For a recruit who has never experienced such a fierce battle, the psychological impact is undoubtedly huge.
He was remorseful and denounced his own cowardice. Perhaps, if he had bandaged his comrades with cloth strips, his comrades would still be alive.
Squatting down gently and gently stroking the head of a young soldier who was almost a round younger than himself with his rough hands, the veteran squad leader said: "Shanzi, you are right, Chen Laoer is dead."
In the young soldier's eyes, which were tightly covered with his hands, more tears welled up, clearly visible flowing through his fingers, making his pants, which were already full of mud and water stains, wet again.
"But he didn't die because of you melon boy. He was shot in the chest, with a hole bigger than two of your fingers. You think you melon boy could have been saved? Do you think you baby
Can I be a god?"
"But..." Young soldiers who fall into self-blame always try to find excuses to blame themselves.
"It's nothing." The veteran squad leader interrupted the young soldier almost arrogantly. "This battle is different from the previous battles. In the past, no matter whether we won or lost, we were all from Sichuan Province. We just changed the dock to eat.
.Now, the Japanese are here. They not only want to rob things, but also kill people. Just like our ancestors said hundreds of years ago that the gang of people on the grassland came. Our entire Sichuan Province,
Almost killed."
This veteran who obviously still knew a little about history continued: "You kid, remember, during the war, injured soldiers can only be rescued by medical soldiers. What you have to do is to kill the Japanese until you are dead too."
So far, even if I’m injured, it’s the same.”
"Hai Guo, you mean, I did nothing wrong?" The young soldier finally raised his head.
"What you did is right." The veteran squad leader nodded affirmatively. He pointed to the soldiers smoking silently in the trench and pointed to the back: "Remember, as long as you don't desert, everyone here and those brothers will
, no one can blame you."
"Yeah!" The young soldier nodded.
"Why don't you still smoke? If you don't smoke, I'll give it to you."
"I'm still panicking, so I just took a few puffs." The young soldier tightened his grip on the pipe.
"You silly boy! Quickly whip, and give it back to me when you're done, or the little brat will hit you again soon!" The veteran laughed and scolded, patting the young soldier on the head, and looked into the night with some panic.
The soft rustling sounds and the groans of wounded Japanese soldiers on the battlefield became less and less frequent.