my bright sword career

Chapter 730 Coincidence
A choking smoke and thick smoke enveloped the dilapidated streets.

The ruins and collapsed houses are scattered scattered on both sides of the street, and the walls of the only remaining buildings have also been bombarded unevenly by shells, leaving craters of different depths.

A destroyed Type [-] tank lay quietly on the street. Perhaps it had once swept across majestically, but now it could no longer move.

Bodies littered the streets, and countless soldiers lost their lives in this tragic and bloody battle.

They either fell to the ground or were buried under rubble, many of the shell-shattered remains still entangled with debris.

Guns can be seen everywhere, and these murderous weapons still shine with a cold metallic luster in the sunset.

Broken guns, bent bayonets, and torn corpses have all become the witness and presence of this war-torn city.

"Dang!"

Suddenly, the sound of an object touching was heard in the silent street. It turned out that at some point, a figure quietly broke into this battlefield.

Zou Tieshan, who had been walking slowly while leaning against the far right side of the street, was also startled by the noise he made. He quickly looked around, and then quickly rushed behind a broken wall that was mostly collapsed by the blast, holding The MP40 submachine gun pointed vigilantly at places where people might appear on the street.

The gunpowder smoke on the streets has not completely dissipated, and there is a pungent smell floating in the air.

Some black smoke puffs emerged from the burned buildings, distorting the originally peaceful sky.

The setting sun shines through the smoke to the ground, reflecting the withered yellow ruins and wreckage, adding a sense of desolation and tragedy to the city.

Zou Tieshan felt the same way at this time, because now he found that not only was he separated from the troops, but he was also lost.

As a team that had just been airlifted to Tonggu from Shanxi and was sent to support the troops as soon as the plane landed, Zou Tieshan, who belonged to the First Battalion of the Liantai Militia, was unfamiliar with the city of Tonggu.

In the previous battle, Zou Tieshan took the initiative to cover the retreat of the injured deputy squad leader and his companions.

The only bad thing is that the two deputy monitors withdrew, but after more than ten minutes of confrontation with the Japanese army, he found that he was lost when he was about to flee.
Zou Tieshan squinted and looked at the direction of the setting sun. He vaguely remembered that he had just walked to the right for a long time but still did not find his troops. Now he planned to go to the left to try his luck.

Suddenly, there were slight footsteps on the silent street, and the gravel scattered on the road crunched.

Zou Tieshan, who had just stood up, lay down behind the broken wall again, pointing his MP40 submachine gun in the direction of the sound.

Soon he saw two soldiers wearing shabby khaki military uniforms supporting each other and walking towards his direction.

Both of them had guns, but one seemed to be injured and had the gun behind his back, while the other soldier was supporting him while holding the gun and trying to leave.

As the distance got closer, Zou Tieshan could even see the dust and haggardness on their faces.

"Stop, who?"

A voice suddenly rang out in the street, making the two soldiers almost jump. The wounded man pushed away his companion who was supporting him and stood in front of him.

But as soon as he finished this action, his tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he quickly said: "Brothers in front, don't shoot. We are from the 200th Regiment of the 598th Division. Which part are you from?"

"Stop talking nonsense, why don't you come over quickly and stand there looking for death?"

The voice of the person in the dark became urgent, and along with the voice was a figure standing up from the corner and waving to them.

After hearing Zou Tieshan's words, the two soldiers felt relieved and hurriedly walked towards each other.

After the three met, the two Chinese soldiers were all surprised when they saw Zou Tieshan, who was wearing a German military uniform and an M35 helmet. However, there was a trace of surprise that could not be concealed in the surprise.The older wounded soldier tried to ask: "Brother, you must be the Liantai militia here for reinforcements, right?"

"Yes."

Zou Tieshan nodded, looked at the two of them, frowned and said, "Why are you here? Are you separated from the troops or..."

Although Zou Tieshan didn't finish what he said, the inexplicable look in his words reminded people of something bad.

"We are not deserters!"

Although Zou Tieshan did not finish his words, the forty-year-old veteran immediately understood what he meant.

Emotional Zou Tieshan thought they were deserters, so he quickly explained.

"Little brother, we just had a battle with the Japs in front, and we are just about to return to our position."

"wrong!"

Zou Tieshan interrupted him, "This is the defense area of ​​the 599th Regiment. How did you get here?"

"The defense area of ​​the 599th regiment? Little brother, are you mistaken? This is the Wazi Street area, and it is the defense area of ​​our 598th regiment!"

"Wazi Street? 598th Regiment Defense Area?"

Zou Tieshan was stunned. Could it be that after wandering around for two hours, he actually ended up in the friendly defense zone?

"Little brother, if you don't believe it, just go back with us. I will take you to see our commander and you will know."

In this way, Zou Tieshan followed the two men doubtlessly for two more streets and came to a crumbling thatched house, where he met their commander, Zhang Kui, commander of the second battalion of the 598th Regiment.

"You kid, you can do it. You actually walked around the battlefield for several miles without any harm, and finally came to our defense zone?"

Zhang Kui was also surprised and puzzled. After wandering alone on the bullet-heavy battlefield for a long time, he still encountered two of his own soldiers, and was finally brought back. This boy's luck can no longer be said to be good. It can even be called Luck is against the sky.

After being amazed, Zhang Kui had to admit that there are always some people whose luck cannot be measured by common sense, just like he once saw a soldier.

With five or six years of military service, he has fought in at least dozens of battles, large and small.

Most of the soldiers who served at the same time as him are dead, and most of the remaining ones are injured and disabled. But this kid has not even scratched his skin in all these years. How can you explain this kind of thing?
"Sir, you are joking. I am just lucky."

Zou Tieshan also looked embarrassed. He always felt that if word of today's incident came back to the First Battalion, he would probably become famous.

"Hahaha, okay... I won't kid you anymore. It's getting late now. You should rest here for the night and go back after dawn tomorrow."

Soon, Zou Tieshan was taken to a small house less than 200 meters behind the battalion headquarters.

The staff officer who brought him said to him: "Here... this is the kitchen of the battalion headquarters. You have something to eat first, and then take a nap. I will send someone to take you to the edge of the defense area after dawn. You can go by yourself." Walking a few hundred meters to the east is the defense area of ​​the 599th Regiment."

"Thank you, sir!" Zou Tieshan quickly thanked him.

(End of this chapter)