The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

But the fat man had been staying in this dilapidated house by the roadside, waiting for Yang Ling and the others, eager to see through, but he never saw the familiar figure come back.

Fatty's tone was excited and hasty, and the remnant soldier held back by him was stunned for a few seconds before he said regretfully, "I belong to the 365 regiment."

"Then do you know the news about our regiment? How about our third battalion?" The fat man grabbed the arm of the disabled soldier, his face full of tension.

The remnant soldier sighed, and said in a low voice: "Before we withdrew, there was no movement in your position. I guess...you probably all died in battle..."

"You're talking nonsense! We still have more than 300 people. How could they all be killed? There must be...there must be some alive." The fat man became very excited. He didn't believe that their regiment was all killed, he didn't believe that Yang Ling and the others were all dead.

The remnant soldier looked at the Dilicius fat man, and shook his head helplessly. The 365th regiment was almost wiped out behind the 361st regiment, let alone the 361st regiment in front. He stretched out his hand and patted the fat man's shoulder, helplessly He shook his head and continued to join the gray flow of people and left.

Fatty's hopeful eyes dimmed again, his hands dropped limply, and finally he crouched on the side of the muddy road with his head in his arms, his face full of pain, he hated himself, why he didn't follow them Counterattack together, hating myself for being injured and leaving the team.

Thinking of Yang Ling who gritted his teeth no matter how difficult it was, the old smoker with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and Luo Ziqiang who always took care of him as his own brother...

Thinking that they might be smashed to pieces by the devil's shells, thinking that they might die in battle and become corpses in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The fat man couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and started sobbing, why didn't you take me to fight back together, why did you leave me alone to endure this lonely torment, he muttered to himself, with a crying voice, he felt that he was now Like an abandoned ghost, so helpless.

Countless wounded soldiers were sent down from the front line, and countless new reinforcements filled in. The muddy road became even muddier. The fat man squatting in the muddy roadside and crying looked so lonely in the cold and wet weather.

Looking at the crying fat man, the remnant soldiers passing by sighed helplessly and shook their heads. They felt the same pain in their hearts. The comrades who fought side by side died batch after batch. What could they do? They were also desperate and helpless. help.

Some remnant soldiers with good intentions passed by Fatty's side and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, while more people walked numbly and mechanically.

Under this dark sky, no one knows whether they will live to see the sun tomorrow, and who has the energy to pay attention to a fat man who has a mental breakdown and sadness because of the cruel war.

I don't know how long the fat man cried. When he raised his head again, the remnants of the retreating soldiers on the muddy road had disappeared at the end of the muddy road. His eyes were red and swollen. He stretched out his dirty sleeves to wipe away his tears and stood up.

He was going to the position, he was going to find Yang Ling and the others. Even if Yang Ling and the others were all dead, he would continue to hold the position. An obsession arose in his heart, so strong.

The limping figure walking on the muddy road looked so alone, so lonely, helpless and indomitable. He was going to the battlefield, and even if he died, he had to be with those familiar brothers. His eyes were full of determination.

Fatty was a soldier in the beginning just to fill his stomach and eat food. In his simple thinking, food is always the first priority.

He didn't have any noble patriotic feelings, and he was forced to follow the army to this bloody battlefield to fight devils, but he watched the people around him die one by one, and those who laughed and cursed him disappeared one by one.

Only now when he was alone, did the fat man feel the cruelty of the war, and began to hate the little devil. He stomped on the mud, cursing.

Little devil, damned little devil, we didn't provoke you, why did you come to beat us, kill and rob, come to occupy our land, the fat man cursed, and finally thought about those familiar faces, maybe never see them again When it was over, his tears rolled down again uncontrollably, with a crying voice.

Text Chapter 67 Revenge is only alive!

The fat man moved forward inconspicuously on the muddy road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. ??

Sitting in the muddy water, he cursed the devil and God, tired of cursing, he struggled to get up and continued to move towards the position on the right bank of Yunzaobang. The cold wind blew by, and he was shivering all over.

There was the sound of footsteps ahead, and the fat man stopped and looked forward. At the end of the dirt road, seven or eight figures with guns in their arms and supporting each other were approaching.

The fat man continued walking with the gun covered in mud. When he got closer, he finally found the figure running towards him somewhat familiar. He wiped his blurry eyes full of tears, raised his head again and finally saw the person clearly.

There were a total of nine people striding towards this side sparsely, seven of them were a bit unfamiliar, and the other two were very familiar to fat people, including Old Smoker and Yang Ling.

The old smoker was supported by two disabled soldiers, the gauze wrapped around his arm was blood red, and he was injured.

Yang Ling walked behind with a [-]mm rifle with a bayonet attached in his hand, looking around from time to time, maintaining enough vigilance.

"Hey, company commander! Company commander!" Fatty waved his arms vigorously and shouted excitedly, his muddy face flushed red.

Old Smoker and the others heard the sound, and also saw the fat man waving to them from a distance. His body weighing two hundred catties was so conspicuous no matter where he was, and he looked like a target on the battlefield.

But everyone died, only this fat man who knew how to eat without heart and lungs survived. The old smoker looked at the fat man who was beckoning, full of complex expressions.

The fat man limply leaned on the gun and ran towards the old smoking gun. The mud was splashed everywhere, and the wound on his buttocks was ruptured again due to the strenuous exercise. 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 devils, I... I'm ready to collect your corpses..." The fat man ran to Old Smoker and the others, looking at the big job in front of him People, excited and somewhat incoherent.

When the fat man was alone, he thought he was a lonely ghost, but now he had a backbone in his empty heart, and he became at ease again.

The old smoker gave the fat man a blank look, and cursed angrily: "Damn, you are a crow mouth, you were beaten to death by the devil, I am alive and well."

Although the old smoker was cursing, there was a warm current in his heart. Although this fat man was a heartless and heartless rice bucket, he was still thinking about collecting his own body anyway, so he still had a conscience.

Fatty's eyes swept over the nine lonely figures, stood on tiptoes and looked behind the mud, then turned to Yang Ling and asked, "Vice Lian, where are Brother Luo and the others? Why didn't they come down with you?"

Facing the fat man's question, Yang Ling's eyes dimmed, and he swallowed the words, 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.

A few people didn't speak, very quiet and dull. Fat 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 in battle, sometimes the truth is like this cruelty.

Luo Ziqiang was injured to save Fatty, and fought for Fatty. Although they have different surnames, they have always treated Fatty as his own brother. Now that Luo Ziqiang is gone, Fatty feels that his sky is falling.

The fat man cried again, crying for nothing, the tears ran down his muddy face, and traces were drawn, he twitched, crying like a girl, and no one would help him from now on He, take care of him, he will not have enough to eat again...

The old smoker hated people crying in front of him, because when others cried, he couldn't help but think of his dead brother, and he felt sad and wanted to cry, so he stretched out his leg and kicked the crying fat man.

"Fatty, look at your cowardly face, what a big old man looks like crying!"

The old smoker was yelling at him, the fat man felt even more wronged, and cried louder.

The fat man's crying disturbed the old smoker, and he yelled at the fat man mercilessly: "Damn, what's the use of crying! You can't come back from death! If you have the ability to seek revenge from the devil! Kill the devil!"

Old Smoker's mentality was very depressed. After so many people died, he couldn't find an outlet to vent his anger. When he saw the crying fat man, he immediately became angry.

The fat man stretched out his sleeve and wiped away his tears. He felt that what Old Smoker said was right. He used to ask his brother Luo to support him when he was wronged, but now that Luo Ziqiang died, he had to avenge him.

The fat man grabbed the broken gun covered in mud, pushed away the remnants of the soldiers, and walked towards the battlefield where the gunfire was fierce. He wanted to avenge Luo Ziqiang.

"Fatty, what are you doing?!" Old Smoker asked when he saw that Fatty stopped crying, and walked towards the battlefield with his gun in his hand.

The fat man replied without turning his head: "Revenge!"

"You are going to die!" The old smoker looked at the fat man, and immediately regretted that he should not have provoked the fat man.

Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled the fat man back. There were already enough dead people, and fewer and fewer people he knew well. 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 were red.

Yang Ling kicked the fat man into the muddy water, "Are you worthy of 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. Because of Luo Ziqiang's pleading, he was finally kept because of his limited mobility. He survived and survived. .

Seeing that the fat man understood, Yang Ling's tone softened: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years. Live well. Only by living well can you avenge the dead. Sacrifice in vain is meaningless!"

Now that the fat man is wounded, if he rushes forward recklessly to fight the devil, he will undoubtedly be shot before he even gets close to him. If he can't avenge him, he will just die in vain and turn into a cold corpse.

"Let's continue walking." After a long pause, Yang Ling glanced at the fat man sitting in the muddy water, and then continued to retreat with the remnants of the soldiers to rest and recuperate. They fought hard for several days and urgently needed to rest and replenish their energy and food.