Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Standing on the top of the city, Han Feng looked up and down the city under the bright moonlight. The battle ended like this. The soldiers cleaned the battlefield in silence. There was no joy of victory or cry of death. The crowd is like a group of busy ants, everything is for survival, everything is for a better tomorrow.

Although the flames of war have gone away, the gunpowder smoke is still everywhere, and the ruins are still in sight. Among the sacrificed soldiers, the corpses of Japanese soldiers are mixed with the remains of Eighth Route Army soldiers, and the green uniforms are mixed with gray uniforms.

If you take off all their clothes at this moment, just like when they came in naked in this world at the beginning, and now leave naked again, you will find that there is really not much difference between the two from the appearance and even the essence. the difference.

But why is there a war?

Why should there be aggression?

People's hearts, even the most tragic war, can only interpret its insignificant corner forever

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495 Surrender

How difficult this night is, there is no bitter cold wind, nor extremely cold weather, the stomach is not hungry, and the mouth is not thirsty, but it is so difficult.

Nested in twos and threes on the top of the ruined city, each soldier could not find the slightest bit of energy, some leaned against the wall, some hugged the crenel, and some simply stretched out like a rascal. Lying down with legs up.

Most of these soldiers are still wounded, some are bandaged, or have arms, or heads, or shoulders, and some don't even have bandages at all. dripping slowly.

The terrain at the city gate is slightly raised, and there is also a horizontal slope on the roof wall. No matter where the blood of these soldiers dripped down, as long as it is not solidified, it is continuously drawn from the source, and slowly gathers to form a small stream. The micro current flows slowly along the base of the city wall to the distance of the low terrain.

It was bright red and smelled bloody!

Fortunately, it was not daytime, so I couldn't see clearly.

But there is no doubt that some soldiers were seriously injured, but the wounds all over their bodies did not show any signs of bandaging. They just licked their wounds like cats in the dark night and waited to die.

Howling?Howling is useless, except for wasting energy in vain, and it will also make people laugh.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for the night to end, the day to come, and everything to be better.

But this night is so difficult, long and boring, long and desperate, and boring and annoying.

A gray-faced soldier with blood on his temples climbed up weakly. His epaulettes showed that his identity was not simple. This was a lieutenant. Sure enough, the lieutenant reprimanded him as soon as he opened his mouth: "monkey, you fucking tobacco Is there anything left?"

The soldier called Monkey said with a bitter face: "Commander, you have asked me twice."

"Stop talking nonsense, is there any more?"

"Yes there is"

"Hurry up and get it, look at your sloppy look, when the battle is over, I will return you two catties of high-quality shredded tobacco."

"Hey!"

The monkey didn't hide anymore, and hurriedly took out his reserves to share, and soon the two people leaning against the city wall lit their bongs, and began to puff out the clouds.

The surrounding soldiers looked at the situation, whether they were wounded or not, bandaged or not, all of them looked eager, moved their buttocks towards the two, and looked at the monkey eagerly.

The monkey was so frightened that he quickly covered his chest, "Brothers, this is the last bit of my possessions."

Bao Song didn't know when he appeared, even though he had pretended to be majestic at first, it was completely gone at this moment, and he was quite depressed.

Regardless of his status, Bao Song was next to the company commander and the monkey under the nest. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hands and fumbled in the monkey's arms. After a while, he found a lot of shredded tobacco.

"You boy, what are you doing with so much shredded tobacco when others go to war with guns?"

But when the smoke rose from all directions, Bao Song sighed again: "But don't say it, it really came in handy."

The monkey was so wronged that he almost cried.

Bao Song scolded: "You worthless thing, it's not that I won't pay you back the shredded tobacco I smoked. This amount of shredded tobacco will be treated as my treat. When the battle is over, I will pay you back ten catties more."

The monkey turned happy, "Thank you, leader!"

The company commander took a few puffs of cigarettes, and his originally sluggish expression improved a lot. He stood up with some difficulty, and poked his head out to look down the city through the gap between the crenels.

The city was quiet and empty, and the besieging Japanese army temporarily withdrew from the shooting range of the defenders.

If one could see through a telescope, the devils had already set up camp not far away, resting, recharging their energy, and waiting for tomorrow morning to launch the final general attack.

"Captain, the little devil is also waiting for dawn!"

Bao Song nodded, "The Japanese army is waiting for the dawn to launch the final general attack on us. Brothers, stand up for me. The devil is waiting for the dawn, and we are also waiting for the dawn. Wait until the dawn. Let's wait for the last wave of the little devil's attack, and the reinforcements will arrive soon."

The response to Bao Song was silence. After a long silence, a voice suddenly sounded:

"Captain, is there really any reinforcements?"

This question exploded in the hearts of almost every soldier like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.

Bao Song was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Of course, you are living with me. I can't take my brothers to die. Even if there is no reinforcements, we still can't die."

His eyes flickered, and he looked into the distance of the night sky. If he really had to, he could only choose to open the city gate and surrender to the Japanese army.

It's better to die than to live. Since you can live, who would choose to perish?

At 49:[-] in the morning, the sky was already bright, and the troops of the Independent Regiment and the New Third Regiment had just come to the end of cleaning the battlefield.

Some troops were stationed at the south gate of Linfen, and the others were divided into three teams and marched towards the north, east, and west gates of Linfen respectively. The remnants of the enemy were still there. On the way, the south city gate was breached, and they could only return to the city gate to guard in shock, and finally resisted stubbornly.

It is only a matter of time before they are eliminated.

In addition, as early as half an hour ago, Han Feng ordered the second battalion of the new third regiment to march towards Qinshui under the leadership of the second battalion commander Deng Pang.

Name: Rescue the 227th regiment of the Jinsui Army who was besieged in Qinshui.

But Xu Zilin, who didn't show any face, revealed Han Feng's real purpose in one word, which was to demolish the bridge after crossing the river, and take back Qinshui County again!

Han Feng didn't take it seriously, "Believe it or not, if we can send troops there at this time, that boy Bao Song must be grateful to me!"

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Qinshui County.

East Gate.

"Commander, we have less than 2000 troops left." The battalion commander's report was filled with tears.

Can you not cry, even though he was only a company commander a few hours ago, and suddenly he was promoted two ranks to become a battalion commander, it was only because the battalion commander and deputy battalion commander were all killed.

In the current situation, it is estimated that whether he, the battalion commander who has just taken office, can live until tomorrow is still a question.

In the face of imminent death and disaster, what position lies ahead?It's all nonsense, and the most important thing is to survive.

As far as Bao Song could see, he understood why the battalion commander was heartbroken when he said these words. There were originally more than 6000 people in the regiment, but now there are only less than 13 people left. , The real combat effectiveness is estimated to be around 1200 people.