Rise From Eight Hundred

The battlefield was not big.

Under the hazy moonlight, you could see almost everything at a glance.

Apart from the hurried footsteps of the cavalrymen and the panting sounds caused by anxiety, there were only inaudible painful groans, which became the most gratifying guide for the soldiers.

Yes, as long as there were groans, it proved that there were still people alive.

The first body with a red cross sleeve on the arm had proved the soldiers' previous guess. It was difficult for them to accept that their medical team and wounded soldiers were all slaughtered.

The fact that they came late might become a nightmare for most people here at night. Even if they came two minutes earlier, they could have saved some people.

What the soldiers feared most was the silence of the battlefield.

Even if it was the Japanese? That would at least give people a little hope.

There were indeed Chinese and Japanese who groaned.

However, when the cavalrymen ran over in surprise, they were often disappointed and heartbroken.

It was not because all the living were Japanese, but because they found that even if they were still breathing, they could not save them in such a state of injury.

The knife was stuck in the vital part. Once it was pulled out, it would be complete death.

This happened to four or five people in a row.

The only thing they could do was to cover them with military uniforms to protect them from the autumn chill in the middle of the night. Apart from this, they could do nothing else. This was really a very frustrating thing.

As for the Japanese who were still breathing, even if they were not taken care of, they would be destined to take their last breath in the autumn night with a temperature as low as five or six degrees.

Freezing them to death might be more satisfying for the cavalry than stabbing them.

Facing the tragic battlefield and the helplessness of unfamiliar but comrades-in-arms, the cavalry were close to psychological collapse.

"Brother, I want to save you, but how can I save you!" So much so that a young cavalryman knelt down in front of the wounded soldier who was barely breathing, punched the ground with his fists, and cried loudly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't save you!"

Hand-to-hand combat is the last strength of the infantry, but it is a daily routine for the cavalry. These cavalrymen who have survived round after round of battlefields have personally experienced countless swords and swords. Logically, they are the most immune to this kind of bloody white knife in and red knife out.

However, facing this battlefield that is so tragic that it exceeds their imagination, even the cavalrymen who have been baptized by wars again and again and have been extremely strong are finally broken.

In front of the young cavalry kneeling down is an infantryman who is as young as him.

The infantryman's body, which was originally crawling on the corpse of the Japanese soldier, was turned over, revealing half of his pale face. It was his mouth and nose that were still bubbling with blood, proving that he still had a breath.

However, he could die at any time. His eyes were half open and half closed, and his arms were tightly holding the dead Japanese soldier under him, and he still had a piece of flesh and blood with tendons in his mouth.

There is no need to trace the source of blood and flesh. The most fatal wound of the dead Japanese infantry is the extremely obvious bloody hole on the neck.

It is thought that the bite of the Chinese infantry directly cut the blood vessels and arteries of the Japanese infantry.

No one knows how he burst out with a terrible bite force comparable to that of a tiger or wolf, just as no one knows how he was able to get closer to the enemy who stabbed him after being stabbed by a bayonet.

The dead Japanese soldier's face was full of pain, but there was also a strong and twisted fear. At the moment of death, his mind should also be filled with a strong sense of confusion.

The bayonet is a sharp blade made of fine steel. Piercing the skin and penetrating the muscles is its job. As long as the power is a little stronger, it is not difficult to penetrate the thick human body.

But it is extremely difficult for the barrel and even the thick gun body behind to penetrate the human tissue. Anyway, with the strength of the Japanese infantry, it is definitely impossible to do it.

But there are people in this world who can do it.

And it is the injured person himself.

Yes, what made the young cavalryman cry and kneel down was the helpless wound on the young infantryman's lower abdomen.

It was a penetrating wound so terrible that even the best surgeons in the world would be at a loss. The bayonet of the Type 38 rifle was 1.73 meters long. Except for the jujube wood buttstock, the bayonet, the barrel, and the bolt were all penetrated into the body. The gun body exposed behind the infantryman was more than one meter long.

The bayonet was bloody, but the thick barrel exposed outside the body and the bloody gun body were the most chilling.

Those blood and flesh came from the inside of the human body!

The internal organs of the wounded soldiers.

The scene that had happened on the battlefield appeared in everyone's mind.

The Japanese army had already stabbed the bayonet into the young infantryman's lower abdomen. He had already won the victory. If he could, he could even use the muscles of his arms to lift the bayonet tip up, completely cut open the tender belly of the enemy opposite, expose the organs to the air, and finally die in pain.

But he had no chance.

The young Chinese infantryman stabbed by him seemed to have made sufficient preparations.

Not just preparing for death!

With the help of the sharp stabbing of the Japanese infantry, the young Chinese infantryman did not retreat but advanced. The force of the two-way impact was so great that the bayonet directly pierced through his body, but this was not enough. He was still moving forward, with a jaw-dropping force, his whole body passed through most of the rifle, and the distance between him and the enemy was shortened to half a meter. Then he stretched out his arms, tightly clamped the already confused enemy, and bit down.

Teeth, the sharpest weapon of carnivorous creatures.

Humans, creatures that rely on wisdom to occupy the top of the food chain, use this forgotten instinct, and the power is surprisingly not weak.

The Japanese soldier died of excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen, and he was barely breathing.

On the battlefield that had already gone crazy, no one paid attention to a "corpse" that had been pierced by half of a rifle, so he was lucky enough to wait until now.

Yes, it was not the rifle that pierced the body of the young Chinese infantryman, but the body that pierced the rifle, otherwise, it would not be enough to describe the scene that emerged in my mind.

No one knew how this barely breathing Chinese soldier endured the pain of cutting flesh and scraping bones, and no one knew that he was still stubbornly alive under such great pain.

But the few cavalrymen around him and the cavalrymen who knelt down and cried knew one thing, they could not save him.

Not to mention the internal organs still hanging on the bolt, the huge wound that could be inserted into the palm of the hand was enough to make the best surgeon in the world helpless.

But he was still alive, stubborn enough to make people sad.

The seriously injured young soldier may have heard the familiar mother tongue, his half-open eyes moved slightly, and his pale lips moved slightly.

The kneeling young cavalryman quickly put his ear close to the seriously injured infantryman, and the cavalrymen around him collectively held their breath and tried their best to keep the surroundings quiet.

"Forward" The words uttered by the wounded soldier in his dying moments were so vague that it was difficult to hear even if they were close to his lips.

But the young cavalryman was blessed at that moment, and reached out to touch the wounded soldier's chest, where there was a small hard book.

"Is this the book you are talking about?" The young cavalryman hurriedly took out the book.

"Mom!" The wounded soldier uttered a silent word with difficulty.

"Bring it to your mother, I know, I know!" The young cavalryman was ecstatic and nodded desperately. "Brother, tell me your name."

However, what greeted him was silence.

The wounded soldier who struggled so hard to this point no longer had any breath!

His head had already drooped slightly.

This should be the reason why he has persisted until now and has not died.

He hopes that someone can bring his relics to his mother.

There should be something he wants to say to his mother in it.

"Don't worry, don't worry. As long as I am alive, I will definitely send your belongings back home." Tears flowed down the eyes of the young cavalryman, and he swore while hugging the wounded soldier who had lost all his breath.

The surrounding cavalry stood at attention and saluted.

Although saluting on the battlefield violated military discipline, they believed that it was worth it for this soldier who was so tenacious!

In the end, the belongings of this soldier who was severely injured but still insisted on not dying, passed through the hands of several soldiers in the cavalry battalion. In the fifth year after the war, Lv Sanjiang, who had grown into the cavalry battalion commander, traveled hundreds of miles and personally delivered them to a county in the northwest.

That was definitely a wealthy family.

The young Chinese infantryman could have inherited his ancestral business, and he could have lived a stable life without saying how rich and glorious he was.

However, the young man who was sent to Beijing to study at a high price by his parents chose to join the 67th Army, which was recruiting soldiers, one month after the outbreak of the war.

The new recruit who was ordered to retreat chose to give up his life in such a cruel way on the last battlefield, which was his original intention of joining the army. Then, he expressed his regret for his mother with his unparalleled tenacious persistence in life.

No need to read the words in the small book, everyone present understood!

The elderly mother didn't know that her son, who had been missing for several years, had already dedicated his life to the country until she saw her son's last words on a certain day in mid-November 1937!

Mom, I'm sorry!

This is the last record in the soldier's diary.

It was also the day when Tang Dao ordered the division of troops, and the guard battalion of the two divisions was responsible for setting up blocking positions to block the 36th Infantry Brigade.

Everyone present was in great grief!

In the entire county, every family hung a white flag, just for this son!

On that day, hundreds of people in the city joined the army!

After the victory of the national war, only one in ten people could return home.

But those who joined the army in the county and lost their sons, every New Year's Day, someone must go to visit them.