Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 27 The Veteran's Mourning!

The night is getting darker.

The cheers of the Chinese people gradually subsided.

As the Japanese army took back all the search teams, Songhu Zhabei was completely quiet.

In the ruins of more than 200 meters in front of the Sixing Warehouse, dozens of Japanese corpses were lying on the ground.

It's not that the Japanese army didn't want to care about these dead colleagues. They sent a corpse collection team with red cross cuffs to collect the corpses after the gunfire fell silent.

Perhaps they had realized that it was impossible to attack the Chinese defenders in the warehouse this night. The Japanese army was rarely soft, and took the initiative to fire flares, exposing an unarmed infantry squad who came to collect the corpse to the Chinese defenders in the Sixing warehouse. in front of the army.

Originally, according to Lei Xiong, the commander of the machine gun company, "Let them take an egg, and all the machine gun fire points on the second and third floors will listen to orders. When they advance 150 meters, I will kill them."

The lieutenant colonel, who put down the binoculars, waved his hand to stop it: "The machine gunners should be vigilant. As long as they don't try to approach within 150 meters, they will be ignored."

"Deputy regiment, do we still play rituals with the devils? You didn't see how they dealt with the remains of our brothers who died in battle." Lei Xiong was a straight man, and his neck was immediately choked.

What Lei Xiong said is of course the truth.

On the battlefield of the bloody battle between the two armies on the Songhu front line, both sides had no time to recover the remains of their own positions. In order to shock and deter the fierce Chinese army, and to prevent fish from slipping through the net, the Japanese army, which suffered equally heavy losses, even used tanks after occupying the positions. Cars run over the remains of Chinese soldiers and burn them with gasoline.

Chinese people are most concerned about being buried in the ground. On the battlefield, many people are not afraid of death, but worry that they will not be buried and their souls will not be able to return to their hometown after death. Therefore, many soldiers explained to each other a sentence of their comrades-in-arms: if I die , remember to dig my hole two more feet down, so as not to be dug out by wild dogs.

The dead are dead, but the living cannot keep their promises, how can Lei Xiong not hate?
"Japanese pirates are beasts, how can I be equal to them? What's more." Lieutenant Colonel Jun snorted angrily, looking at the black face of his capable subordinate who was red with anger, he couldn't help but sigh again: "Platoon Commander Tang , you tell him."

After speaking, he took a few officers to leave the observation point, leaving only Tang Dao who had just made a great contribution and Lei Xiong who was still angry.

"Brother! There is a reason for the officer to do this." Tang Dao held a Japanese cigarette that had just been cleaned from the corpse of the Japanese army, and handed a cigarette to the grumpy master, gently persuading him.

"Tell me, I'll listen!" Lei Xiong sat on the ground, lit the cigarette with the diesel torch next to it, took a deep breath, and said muffled.

With this temperament, when he was so angry, he could still treat Tang Dao like this, but that gave him a lot of face.

Naturally, that was also because Tang Dao had killed dozens of Japanese troops in two consecutive battles. If it were someone else, let alone a small platoon leader, even if it was his same level, his tone would not be so peaceful.

The lieutenant colonel didn't ask the other three company commanders to tell him that he knew Lei Xiong too well.

"There are several reasons, one: all the Japanese soldiers who fell in front of my position have been replaced by our army, and there is no possibility that there will be any more alive, and the Japanese army will not be able to find survivors when they are brought back;
Second: The Japanese army's corpses are useless before they are left in my warehouse. It will even cause some trouble in the battle tomorrow, because at that time we can no longer walk out of the warehouse as we do now. It is difficult to distinguish those from a long distance with the naked eye. The living are the dead; there is no need to distract our fire with some dead bodies;
Third: We are not far from the concession, and I don’t know how many Westerners in the so-called freedom coat are watching us!As the commander said, the Japanese invaders are beasts, and we can deal with them in the same way as beasts. When they are in the first year of junior high, we will be fifteen, but we can't learn their ugly appearance before the Japanese invaders. Now, from a strategic point of view, the call is the first to fall behind. "

"I'm a good person. I can tell you so much, my brother, and I'm convinced." Lei Xiong from Shaanxi was stunned and blurted out with a local accent.

"Haha, buddy, if you still want to hear it, I still have it here!" Tang Dao smiled slightly. "Look, the wind is blowing from the northeast now, and the stench is already very bad. When the cannon is fired tomorrow, it will be roasted by the fire, and you will still be able to eat it with the smell of barbecue. Come in for dinner!"

"Uh!" Lei Xiong retched involuntarily from what Tang Dao said, and waved his hands again and again: "Enough is enough, don't say it, I have already smelled enough of that smell."

Speaking of this, the iron-struck man suddenly leaned back a little lonely: "I am, I feel sad when I think of my old brothers."

Perhaps because he didn't want Tang Dao to see the tears in his eyes, Lei Xiong, who closed his eyes slightly, murmured in a low voice: "The platoon leader of my machine gun company died in the front line, I promised him, if he dies I must get a good coffin board for him to collect the body, but I haven't had time yet! The devils came up, and their tanks ran over.
Our regiment organized death squads, killed nearly 200 people again, and finally regained the position. I went to my brothers like crazy. I think at least we can dig a hole for them and bury them. Home isn't it?

But my line is long! The 1 meter tall man, I just found a little bit of meat and bones in his second lieutenant's uniform, the rest are gone, gone! "

Tie Han with his eyes tightly closed did not see any tears, but the momentary twitching of his facial muscles allowed Tang Dao to glimpse his grief-stricken heart.

As a former soldier, Tang Dao understood him very well.If sacrifice is unavoidable, as a comrade-in-arms, you just keep going in the direction in which he fell, until you also fall.

But if he came back by chance, but he couldn't find his comrades again, and he didn't even have a chance to bury him, what kind of heartache would that be?
In particular, this scene has been staged again and again. For the veteran Lei Xiong, to be able to persevere and not collapse until now is already considered extremely tenacious.Just now, because of this, he didn't swear in front of the superior, and his control is also good.

"Captain Lei, I don't know if you believe me or not, the battle of the Four Elements Warehouse will definitely make the Japanese invaders heartbroken. We will let their major and senior officers be at least lieutenant generals and copy the heartache of your brother and mine. once."

Tang Dao stared at the soldier who wanted to vent but tried his best to restrain himself, and said very seriously. "Also, we will live, and we will continue to make the Japanese invaders hurt, and the pain goes to the bone."

"Live? Then I didn't think about it." Lei Xiong, who gradually calmed down his mood, slowly opened his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes burst out. "However, I believe in what you said earlier, before I die, the devils must be beaten, just like the deputy said, at least one for three, and finally give them a big fireworks, haha, I I can't help but want to see the shit-eating faces of the devil generals."

Tang Dao saw that this iron man had woken up from the grief of memory and regained his fighting spirit, and he did not insist on his own point of view at the moment.

Although no one here knows the final direction of history, these 400 lone soldiers seem to die, but in fact they are full of vitality, at least the dead end is not in this fortress.

Because, neither they nor the fierce Japanese aggressors who are about to rush in, do not know how ugly the real face of the war is.

All unjust wars are just tools for those ugly politicians to safeguard their own interests, from generals to pawns, in the eyes of those big men, they are just pawns.

For the sake of political compromise, even if the Japanese army had already hated this lone army, they could only watch them leave.

Of course, it all starts with the fact that this lone army can hold out in this fortress to the point of shocking the world.

In the past time and space, they did it, and now they can do it.

After all, it's off to a good start.

The Japanese invaders have already buried nearly a hundred corpses.

Outside the Four Lines Warehouse, the Japanese army’s corpse collection team has already carried away more than 20 corpses outside the minefield, but the nearly forty corpses left in the minefield were killed after several unlucky ones stepped on the minefield in succession. After that, they gave up entirely.

The Sixing Warehouse can allow them to collect their bodies, but it does not say that they can also hold mine detectors. As long as they dare to take them out, more than a dozen machine gunners who are closely monitoring this side can pull them without hesitation. The trigger is up.

(End of this chapter)