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

Gray people flowed all over the mountains and plains, and behind them were the gunshots of those devils who were disgusting and invincible. The defeat was like a mountain, and after the hungry and exhausted defenders suffered heavy losses, it was difficult to resist the offensive of the devils.

The defense lines on the left and right flanks were breached, as if they would become raised islands if they did not retreat, they would be made dumplings by devils, the darkness increased the fear in the soldiers' hearts, and those ferocious devil soldiers made those soldiers More worried and scared.

Most of the defenders are soldiers just wanting to make a living, but at this moment they have to fight the devils on the battlefield. When the officers are all killed in battle, when they are surrounded by devils, the desire to survive has never been stronger, so they withdrew. retreated.

Yang Ling was holding the [-] rifle captured from the devil in his hand. He had already removed the gleaming bayonet and hung it in the scabbard around his waist. The center of gravity of the gun with the bayonet on would sink, which would affect its accuracy. When fighting with the bayonet, Yang Ling usually took off the bayonet.

He trotted in devil's cowhide shoes. Although he tried his best to adjust his breathing rhythm, he was still out of breath. His gaze under the brim of his black hat was unprecedentedly dignified. At this moment, they were like duckweed in the sea, which might be knocked over by a big wave at any time. , survival has become their top priority.

The old Wangtou was still holding his saber, the sharp edge of the knife had several gaps, and there were still bloodstains and a trace of minced meat on the slightly cold blade, which was left over from the hand-to-hand combat.

He brought the knife here from Sichuan thousands of miles away. As the cooking squad leader, he doesn't own a gun. Besides, he doesn't care about singles with smooth rifling in the army. inside.

There is no hope for these big soldiers and cooking squads, so he thinks it is enough to have a saber by his side, and the saber in his hand has indeed saved his life, killing two Japanese soldiers, he thinks he is worth it .

The old Wang's breathing became more and more rapid, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and became heavier and heavier. The several bulging canvas bags on his body dangled with the running, pulling him more and more powerless. Gradually fell behind the team.

He really wanted to tell the people running in front to stop and wait for him, but the fierce gunfire behind him was getting closer and closer, and the ghost soldiers had already caught up. If he stopped, his life would be in danger. He was hesitating, he didn't want others to stop because of him To die, I don't want to drag others down.

Dark, hungry and tired, the old Wang slipped his head and feet, and fell into the ditch beside the field. The severe pain made the old Wang grin his teeth. His forehead hit something hard, it should be a stone, and he felt a A hot stream flowed on his face, and he reached out to touch the sticky.

The old king was afraid of dragging others down, so he didn't stop those who hurried forward. He couldn't run anymore. He didn't want to drag others down. He sat in the cold ditch and reached out to touch his saber. Now, when the devil comes, it may not be impossible to kill another one.

He was leaning against the ditch full of water plants, he was not prepared to escape, he couldn't run anymore, his breathing gradually became calmer, the gunshots behind him became louder and louder, and the footsteps in front had disappeared, They should have gone far away. Thinking of the relief on Old Wang's face, he finally stopped causing trouble to Yang Ling and the others.

They walked thousands of miles to Shanghai with both feet, discussing what kind of prosperity a big city should have along the way. They have never been out of Sichuan in their life, and they are thinking that after winning the battle, returning home triumphantly is also a person who has seen the world Yes, thinking about how to brag and show off like this.

But the cruelty of the war was far beyond their imagination. They didn't see the bustling cities along the way, only those fleeing gray people, the dilapidated villages after the bombing of the devil planes, and the mourning 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, and they were killed by the bombs dropped by the plane before they even saw the devils. Thinking of those people whose stomachs were blown to pieces, Old Wang felt that he was lucky, at least He lived for so long and killed a few devils.

Old Wang was sitting in the wet ditch, recovering his strength, and was going to kill another devil when he came, so that he would come to Shanghai for nothing.

"Old Wangtou—Old Wangtou—" A deep and depressed voice came from afar, sometimes far away and sometimes near, Yang Ling came back with two remnant soldiers.

In this dangerous battlefield, being alone means death. The old Wangtou who followed the team a few minutes ago said he was gone, and he should not be too far away, so Yang Ling finally decided to come back and look for it.

Text Chapter 90 Life and Death Struggle

The sound of Yang Ling's shouting spread far into the surrounding wilderness, and the two soldiers following Yang Ling were extremely nervous, for fear that the devil would be attracted to him.

Old Wang's head slipped into the ditch, and the continuous running made him overwhelmed. In order not to drag Yang Ling and the others, he simply lay down in the ditch to recover his strength, already determined to die.

Now that he heard that Yang Ling and the others had found him again, the old Wangtou heard it clearly, it was indeed Yang Ling's voice, struggling excitedly in the ditch to stand up.

No one wants to die, but sometimes when faced with despair, they have to face death, and when there is hope of living, people who are on the verge of despair will desperately grasp the last straw like a drowning person.

The ditch was deep and slippery. After struggling for a long time, Old Wang couldn't climb up. He could only open his mouth and shout, "Company Commander, I'm here——I'm here." He hoped to attract Yang Ling's attention.

Yang Ling shouted with a gun in his hand while observing the movement around him. He soon heard the voice of Old Wangtou, his face beamed with joy, and he hurriedly beckoned to the two soldiers behind him and rushed over.

Under the dim light, the dark ditch looked unfathomable. From the bottom of the ditch, Old Wangtou saw the familiar figure of Yang Ling standing on the edge of the ditch.

I thought I was bound to die, and I was already thinking about killing another devil, but when I saw Yang Ling and the others took a huge risk to find him, the old Wang couldn't hold back, tears rolling down his wrinkled cheeks, Like a river flowing in a ravine, full of gratitude.

"Help me hold the gun, be careful—" Yang Ling handed the [-] rifle in his hand to the remnant soldier behind him, while he squatted on the ground and stretched out his hand to the old Wangtou at the bottom of the ditch.

"Old Wangtou, grab my hand and I'll pull you up!" Yang Ling shouted at Old Wangtou at the bottom of the ditch.

"Okay...okay..." Old Wang's head was full of tears, and while hastily stretching out his sleeves to wipe away the tears, he put the saber on the belt around his waist and stretched out his hand.

Yang Ling and another soldier worked together to pull the old Wangtou up from the bottom of the ditch. Although the old Wangtou was wet and a little embarrassed, he felt unprecedentedly happy at the moment.

"Old Wangtou, are you injured?" Yang Ling asked with concern while unloading the canvas bag from Old Wangtou's body on his body.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just scratched." Old Wang tugged at the canvas bag on his body and said, "Company commander, I can handle it..."

Yang Ling still couldn't help sharing the canvas bag on Old Wang's head with himself and the other two soldiers, and blamed him: "Next time you can't walk, just say so, everyone will help you to walk, you fall into the water like this There was no sound in the ditch, if we hadn’t come back to look for you early, wouldn’t you be dead if the devil caught up with you.”

"Besides, all the dry food we eat is on you. You said that if you are gone, we will be hungry. Is this the reason? So you can't keep up with the team in the future, so you must remember to speak up."

Although Yang Ling blamed him, there was a warm current in Old Wang's heart, and he kept nodding his head. Originally, he didn't want to drag Yang Ling and the others, but now he realized that he had made a big mistake, and instead of saying a word, he dragged the team back to look for him.

Seeing that Old Wangtou also realized the problem, Yang Ling waved his hand and said, "The devil is about to catch up, let's go quickly."

Yang Ling supported Lao Wangtou and the other two soldiers and hurriedly chased towards the team. The gunshots behind them were getting closer and closer, and the chasing troops of the devil soldiers had rushed over.

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Li Tiezhu, the platoon leader of the Gui Army, felt his body was shaking violently. He felt pain all over his body, and his head was dizzy and unconscious. When he opened his eyes, there was still boundless darkness around him, and there were still gunshots in the distance.

He found that he was being carried on his back, surrounded by people running in a hurry, and he could hear the heavy panting of everyone.

"Let me down, let me down." Li Tiezhu shouted as he stretched out his hand and patted the soldier of the Gui Army who was carrying him on his back.

The soldier carrying Li Tiezhu stopped and put Li Tiezhu down with a happy face: "Company commander, are you awake?"

Li Tiezhu glanced at the dark fields all around, and asked with a dark face: "What is this place? How is the Dingjiaqiao position?"

Some Gui soldiers who stopped to catch their breath replied: "Company commander, we are retreating towards Zoumatang. Our position at Dingjiaqiao has been lost."

The last thing Li Tiezhu remembered was that he was stunned by a grenade that landed beside him. When he saw the Dingjiaqiao position in the distance, he turned his head and asked with a cold face, "Who gave the order to retreat?"

The soldiers of the Guangxi army looked at each other in blank dismay and didn't know how to answer. They were scattered and there were devils everywhere.

"Say! Who gave the order to retreat?"

The Guangxi soldiers hesitated for a while before answering: "Platoon leader, there are devils everywhere, the officers are dead, we will die if we don't run..."

Hearing the soldier's answer, Li Tiezhu immediately understood that they were retreating without authorization.

He grabbed the rifle from his hand and shouted: "Brothers! We came from thousands of miles to fight the devils. We retreated and lost our positions without orders. Not only will we lose face, but we will also embarrass the elders in Guangxi in our hometown and will be poked. Backbone! Now go back with Lao Tzu and take back the position from the Japanese ghosts!"

After Li Tiezhu finished speaking, regardless of the obstruction of the Gui army soldiers beside him, he wobbled his gun and went straight to the burning Dingjia bridge in the distance.

The defeated soldiers around him hesitated and stood where they were. They would surely die if they went back, but they would still die if they retreated without authorization. Finally, someone gritted their teeth and shouted: "We Guangxi soldiers can't embarrass the elders in our hometown. We are not afraid of death and go back!"

The soldiers of the Gui army who broke out in a hurry returned to Dingjiaqiao with guns in their hands, but the devil troops had already chased after them, and within a few minutes of walking out, the two sides exchanged fire.

"Brothers! Hit me!" This was an encounter in the dark night. The devils chased after them, but they didn't expect that the rout soldiers would dare to turn around and fight back. A row of guns passed by and more than a dozen were knocked down.

The rest of the devils immediately lay down in cover, crackling gunshots sounded, and the grenadiers and light machine guns behind the devils followed.

Da da da——the devil's light machine gun suddenly started howling, blood mist burst out from the soldiers of the Gui army who shouted to kill the enemy, their bodies shook involuntarily, and then fell to the ground.

"Machine gunner! Hit me!" Platoon leader Li Tiezhu shouted at the machine gunner with his eyes red and his dizzy head still awake.

But the machine gunner didn't respond. He turned his head and saw that the machine gunner and more than a dozen soldiers of the Gui army were already lying in a pool of blood. When he saw the devils with helmets coming over, he threw away the rifle in his hand and strode forward. to the machine gun.