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

They didn't feel any victorious atmosphere here. Apart from the corpses and some sick medical soldiers rushing forward, they didn't even see a living officer and soldier of the combat troops.

If the officers had not said that they were going to win the battle, they would have thought they had lost the battle just from the countless corpses they saw.

"Didn't we win the battle? We will wipe out the Matsuura Division soon. Why did we sacrifice so many people..."

Looking at the corpses that filled the trenches, some reporters suppressed the churning in their hearts and asked the veteran company commanders who protected them.

The veteran looked at the blackened brothers around him and replied seriously: "If we lose the battle, we will sacrifice more. Do you know what is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood? When we were in Shanghai, many The brother's body was just soaked in the water, the water was stained red, we drank blood and fought against the devils..."

The voices of the veterans were low, but no grief could be seen on their faces. They were already numb. After a bloody battle, only those who had experienced it knew how difficult it was to win a battle.

The reporters were shocked. Through the descriptions of the veterans, they could imagine the cruelty of the dark blood stations.

Looking at this veteran company commander with a story, a reporter suddenly wanted to interview him.

"Liu Lianchang, are these brothers who fought bloody battles with you?"

The veteran company commander looked at the more than 20 officers and soldiers with guns around him, and shook his head: "They were all added to the company a month ago."

"All of them were added to the company a month ago?" The reporter was a little surprised, looking at their murderous faces, they didn't look like recruits who had just joined the army for a month.

But what the reporter didn't know was that their fighting had never stopped in the past month. After a month of brutal fighting, they were already veterans.

The reporter asked again: "Commander Liu, what about the brothers you were with?"

The veteran company commander stared at the serious reporter, stunned for a while, looked at the messy battlefield, and finally spoke.

"Eleven people came out of our village, eight of them died in one battle, and the other two died in the second encounter with the devils. Now I'm the only one left..." the veteran company commander said. The voice choked up.

"Liu Lianchang, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, let's go on."

The veteran company commander has already become numb, and the brothers around him have changed after another, and they don't know what it means to be sad for a long time. If they are still alive, they have to continue to fight.

A group of wounded soldiers withdrew along the mountain road. The slightly wounded officers and soldiers carried the seriously wounded who were bloody and mutilated. Each of them had tired faces, and their eyes were empty and numb.

"Brother, which unit are you from? Have you wiped out the Matsuura Division?"

After finally seeing the officers and soldiers fighting on the front line, even though they were wounded soldiers, the curious journalists surrounded them slowly and began to ask questions. Some people raised their cameras and wanted to take pictures of the conditions of these wounded soldiers. down.

The reporters surrounding them made the wounded soldiers extremely vigilant. When the cameras flashed, they subconsciously grabbed their guns and pulled the bolts with a huff.

"Brother, don't be impulsive, they are reporters, that's not a weapon, it's for taking pictures..."

Seeing the wounded soldiers moving their guns, the veteran company commander hurried forward to explain.

Many officers and soldiers are honest peasants who left their villages when they were serving in the war. When they saw the cameras played by the reporters, they suddenly realized that they had heard from the chief.

These officers and soldiers raised their guns and really shocked the reporters. The veteran company commander stepped forward to negotiate and then put down the guns. However, their Cantonese really made the reporters unable to understand the questions of the reporters.

"They belong to the 4th Army, the troops from Guangdong. They said they are still fighting ahead. Let's keep going."

The veteran company commander waved to the wounded soldiers and led the reporters to the battlefield.

All the troops rushed forward, leaving no reserves, and the battle continued in the mountains ahead, but the tragic situation along the way made the reporters feel no joy of victory.

Behind every victory is a long list of shocking deaths. The emaciated camels are bigger than horses. Although there are only remnants of the devils, facing the poorly equipped Chinese troops, the battle is still very difficult.

But the Chinese officers and soldiers are not afraid. They have a strong belief in their hearts to support them, that is, for victory, for victory, they can give everything, including their lives.

"There are not many little devils left! If we fight one by one, we can kill them!"

The voice of an officer with blood oozing from many places has become hoarse, and he rushed to a suspected devil's position with more than a dozen officers and soldiers who were still able to fight.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Sanba Dagai's clear gunshots rang out, and the two brothers who rushed in front burst out a dark red blood spring from their bodies, and fell straight to the ground.

But the brothers behind them didn't stop, and while pulling the grenade, they pounced on it.

The devil fired two more shots anxiously, and two more brothers fell down, but the remaining brothers had already rushed close.

Seeing the brothers holding up the grenade emitting green smoke, it was too late for the devil to shoot.

"Mad! Mad!"

The ghost soldier was shrouded in fear, cursing in his heart, not daring to stay where he was any longer, and ran back in a panic. Facing these desperate lunatics, this battle could no longer be fought.

Text Chapter 668 Shopping

The battle lasted from October [-]th to the afternoon of the [-]th. Black ash floated in the dark sky in the mountains, and the military uniforms were smashed, leaving only blackened cloth strips on the brothers' bodies.

"Damn it, the life of the little devil is really hard, no matter how hard you beat him, you can't finish it..."

Almost every one of the brothers was wounded, some were scratched by shrapnel, and some were wounded by bayonets. Many of the gauze wrapping the wounds were still oozing blood.

From the beginning of the general attack, I have been fighting around in the mountains for a day and a night. I can't remember the hills I captured, the positions of the devils I won, and I killed a lot of little devils, but there are still little devils.

As long as the remaining little devils are still resisting, the brothers will know that the battle is not over yet and they must continue to fight.

"Brothers, if you persist, the little devil is already a grasshopper after autumn, and it won't be long before we jump. Let's fight a little further, and maybe we can meet the brothers from the 66th Army on the opposite side..."

Qin Shou didn't know how many little devils there were, and he didn't know how long the battle would last, but as the deputy battalion commander, he was the leader and backbone of the team, so he had to cheer up the brothers.

"Vice battalion, the brothers behind didn't follow up this morning, did the troops withdraw?"

A brother lay down on the ground and looked back at the mountain road they rushed in. It was empty, and no brother followed.

Qin Shou waved his hands and said, "Stop thinking about it, if the Matsuura Division is not destroyed, the troops will not withdraw..."

"But why didn't the brothers behind keep up?"

Some brothers were full of worry. At this moment, there are only dozens of them left here. In this rugged mountain, they are afraid that they will die, and there is no one to collect the body.

They are not afraid of sacrifice and death, but they are afraid that if they die, they will eat corpses in the wilderness and be eaten by wild beasts, and they will die with regret.

"They may have lost their way. You see, there are too many ravines here, and they may have already drilled in front of us. We have to fight forward quickly, or we will fall behind."

Qin Shou stood up staggeringly while grabbing his rifle. The continuous fighting made them tired and weak, but they couldn't stop, the devils hadn't been wiped out yet.

"Vice battalion, we are running out of ammunition, and we are hungry."

Qin Shou stood up, and the brothers also stood up one after another, but new problems were plaguing this exhausted army.

"Take out the ones with bullets and put them on the bayonets, put on the bayonets if you have no bullets, bear with it when you are hungry, and the battle will be over soon. After the battle, we can have a good meal and then sleep." Sleep, sleep with him for two days and two nights..."