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

"Are there any brothers alive! Squeak!" Zhang Handuo shouted while leading the guards, digging out the seriously injured brothers from the pile of corpses and sending them down to the high ground.

"I'm still alive..." Lieutenant Chang Shunzi, whose military uniform was in tatters and was already in disrepair, yelled weakly as he lay on his back in the trench.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death." Although some brothers were covered in scars, Zhang Handuo couldn't help but be overjoyed by the sound.

Hearing the promises from the brothers from time to time, Zhang Handuo was so worried that his heart also fell down. As long as the people are not dead, add some new recruits, and it will be another iron-clad third battalion!

"Let Chen Ming bring his brothers up to rescue people!" Zhang Handuo and the others were already overwhelmed with so many wounded, so they had to ask the Second Battalion Commander to bring people up to support them.

"Tuan Zuo, am I going to die? I don't want to die..." A brother whose thigh was blown off was put on a stretcher and asked Zhang Handuo while holding his sleeve.

Zhang Handuo patted him on the shoulder with red eyes and said: "No, you won't die, take good care of your wounds, and then we will fight devils together."

Before Zhang Handuo finished speaking, the brother had passed out due to excessive blood loss.

"Hurry up and carry it down for rescue!" Zhang Handuo hurriedly urged to send it down.

A brother ran up to Zhang Handuo and led him with a heavy expression into the blood-stained trench.

Here, from the third battalion to the deputy battalion leader, Old Smoker, was lying quietly at the bottom of the trench, his face was covered with mud and blood, and he could no longer see clearly.

Seeing that the deputy battalion commander of the third battalion died here, Zhang Handuo felt inexplicable in his heart, and this veteran who had fought for many years just went.

"Collect the corpse well, don't let him explode the corpse in the wilderness." Zhang Handuo ordered, and his eyes were already shining when he turned around.

How many good brothers died on the battlefield like this, and thousands of brothers sacrificed after each bloody battle. This is an unbearable pain for this nation.

Yang Ling came back with the pursuing brothers. They were covered in blood, and their faces were as black as the bottom of the pot. Those little devils who fled were all chased up and killed by them, but this still couldn't change the familiarity of the brothers. life.

There was a fire in Yang Ling's heart, but there was nowhere to vent it. Looking at the old smoker who was lying quietly on the stretcher, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife, and it was so painful that he couldn't express it.

Although the old smoker is uneducated and doesn't understand the patriotic principles that the students shouted, he just knows how to pick up a gun. As long as he keeps shooting, the little devil can't burn, kill and loot as he wants.

From the first meeting on the battlefield in Shanghai, to Nanjing, to Xuzhou, to Wuhan, after the bloody battle all the way, although Yang Ling and Lao Yanqiang's status has changed.

But the brotherhood of life and death on the battlefield was even stronger, and now that a familiar brother had gone, how could it not make people feel disappointed, looking at the strange recruits around him, a great sense of loneliness enveloped Yang Ling.

"I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep."

Yang Ling didn't return to the camp with the big knife head curled up. He felt tired and closed his eyes, all kinds of life and death blood reverberating in his mind.

This sleep lasted until dark, and the fighting outside continued, with crackling gunshots and explosions one after another.

The troops of the 74th army were launching a strong attack on the main position of Minshan, which was guarded by the devils, but Yang Ling felt powerless at this moment.

"Tuanfu, do you want to eat?" Hu Zi waited outside the tent as always, and asked cautiously when he saw Yang Ling wake up feeling sluggish.

The death of the deputy battalion commander shrouded the entire battalion in a gloomy atmosphere. The brothers all knew that Yang Ling and the deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker, were brothers who had fought bloody battles all the way, so they could understand Yang Ling's inner pain better.

"Where is the old company commander buried?" Yang Ling asked in a deep voice.

Huzi pointed to a verdant cypress tree not far away and said, "All the brothers who died are buried there."

Stepping on the messy gravel, Yang Ling came to a large area where the bodies of the sacrificed brothers were buried. The mounds covered with new soil stood under the cypress trees, and the simple tombstones made of wooden boards were buckled with steel helmets. It is a monument erected by brothers or friends who sacrificed their brothers.

As for those who had no living friends, they were buried with numerous brothers.

Yang Ling walked up to the wooden sign with a broken pipe. Looking at the crooked handwriting on the wooden sign, tears welled up in his eyes, watching his old brother turn into a pile of new soil. Crouched down in pain.

A living person, after a battle, turns into a cold corpse, a pile of loess, and the cruelty of war is vividly demonstrated here.

Yang Ling couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. There was nostalgia for the sacrificed brothers and hatred for the little devil.

He has been working hard, trying to change, hoping not to let the brothers sacrifice, hoping to change the humiliation, but in the end he found sadly that he can't change anything.

The battle is still going on, and the grief of this nation is also going on. As a Chinese, since you can't change it, then pick up your gun and fight. Although your strength is humble, let the little devil see that the Chinese never give in. This The nation never compromises!

Main bodyChapter 486 Bloody battle to the end!

After paying homage to the sacrificed brothers, Yang Ling picked up the steel helmet and put it on his head, stood up to dispel the grief in his heart, and regained his spirit.

Because Yang Ling knew very well in his heart that this war was not over yet, and this nation was still suffering under the iron hooves of the devils.

As a soldier, although his strength is humble and weak, he can't change anything, but he must fight bravely, use the blood of the devils to pay homage to the sacrificed brothers and people, and tell these invaders that they will pay for their crimes. cost!

From the mountains and seas where the war spread, to the bloody Nanjing, he has been trying to prevent the tragedy from happening, but he is humble and weak most of the time, watching the tragedies happen, which made him very sad. pain.

But now he has figured it out, since he can't stop the humiliation, he should take up the sword and gun and fight bravely, do what a soldier should do, kill the enemy with all his strength, and give me back!

Yang Ling's steps became firmer than ever, and his stern face was full of murderous intent. He wanted to use his actual actions to tell the little devil what a Chinese soldier is.

"Regimental Deputy."

"Deputy Head......"

The brothers in the third battalion were scarred and blood-stained, and many of them were covered with blood-stained bandages. The death of more than 200 brothers made them feel sad, and there was a gloomy and depressing atmosphere in the camp.

The living brothers sat on the ground in groups of three and five, and when they saw Yang Ling approaching, they saluted Yang Ling feebly.

They fought many bloody and vicious battles, but this time half of the battalion was wiped out, and even the deputy battalion commander, who had always been very prestigious, was sacrificed. The heavy casualties made the brothers become depressed.

Several company commanders were also painted, their heads drooped and they leaned against the tree trunk listlessly. At the moment, they didn't have the heart to win over the spirited brothers.

Yang Ling walked under a big tree with sonorous steps. Seeing Yang Ling approaching, several company commanders stood up in a hurry and raised their hands to salute.

When they saw Yang Ling going to the cemetery with a sad face, they thought Yang Ling would be devastated because of the loss of an old smoker, at least for a while.

But they didn't expect Yang Ling to control his grief so quickly and cheer up again, which made them feel ashamed.

Yang Ling looked at the company commanders who subconsciously stood at attention and saluted, then turned his head and shouted into the distance: "The trumpeter!"

"Have!"

A trumpeter with a horn on his waist was stunned for a few seconds, then got up from the ground and rushed to Yang Ling.

"Hornset Assemble!"

Seeing Yang Ling's serious expression in his ears, the bugler didn't seem to be joking.

"Yes!"

The trumpeter hastily took off the dusty trumpet at his waist and wiped it, raised his chest, puffed out his cheeks and began to blow.

The majestic and agitated call of the assembly trumpets echoed in the mountains, penetrated the distant battlefield with fierce guns and guns, passed through the diffuse smoke, and reached the depths of each brother's soul.

Hearing the familiar sound of the trumpet, several company commanders were also shocked. After looking at each other, their eyes were rejuvenated with vitality and brilliance.

Whether it was those blood-stained and exhausted brothers, or those who were sobbing with their heads drooping in sorrow, when they heard this majestic and desolate melody, they all grabbed their guns and subconsciously stood up.