The brothers are still fighting! He finally got their news! Cao Xiaomin couldn't help but feel excited. He came back just to be with his brothers; nothing else, just to be together, and never thought about life or death!

At this time, the young lady Wang, who looked like a fairy in Cao Xiaomin's eyes, spoke: "Later, the Japanese asked me to organize a group of women to cook on the edge of the blockade line, and persuaded them to come out and surrender through the radio. It has been five days since they put down their guns today..."

Brothers put down their guns!? How could it be? Don’t they know that the Japanese lied to them? Cao Xiaomin was stunned.

"... At first, one or two people put down their guns and walked over. The Japanese didn't shoot. Later, more people came over... They were all trembling with coldness. Many people were too hungry to walk. They would fall as they walked. Some of them were carried by others. When they got closer, they would go over to help them. It was really pitiful, and they didn't look like living people..."

Enough! Brothers, you are heroes when you fight to this point! Even though they were later called cowards, the brothers who came out of the trenches knew that you were heroes! Cao Xiaomin felt a burst of sorrow in his heart, and he remembered the way he was carried down in Luodian; his brothers lurked on the large ruins without any support, fighting for a full fifteen days!

Cao Xiaomin seemed to see a broken corpse after the sun sets, and he suddenly moved. He groped on the corpses, looking for food and drinking water. It was "old dental tooth"; under the cold moonlight, an evil ghost from hell came out of the pile of corpses, and the sight of the sight locked the head of a Japanese soldier who had a contour highlighted by the moonlight on the sentry. It was Sun Changqing; a ghost sneaking between the corpses, holding a grenade and tremblingly approaching the tank on the blockade line, which was "single ears"... The Japanese sentry was carefully staring at the ruins in front of him, but heard the long-lost crickets chirping in his ears...

For fifteen days, they could only talk to themselves, for fifteen days they could only eat dry food collected from the corpse, and they had to drink even blood, no matter how dirty the water was, even if it was blood... because they had no food or drink, they had no bowel movements... In the last few days, they even became half-madmen living in hallucinations... Only those who had survived such a battlefield of hell can understand: they did not surrender, but they gave up both physically and mentally!
Chapter completed!