Chapter 238 Miscellaneous

(...We often cannot clean up the wreckage for our brothers on the battlefield and are forced to move or retreat. Many of the most brave brothers who are crushed to pieces are abandoned in the wilderness. Later, as long as they were veterans who fought for several years, they would be buried no matter where they saw the broken bones left by wild dogs... Excerpted from "My Memories of the War of Resistance - Cao Xiaomin")

"If we don't die, the people behind us will not be able to survive! Brothers, go!..." In Yangzhou City, half of the city was already sobbing in the smoke. The sobbing soldiers pounced on the command of the commander, pressed on the ruins and dug out the half-buried rifle of the comrade, and made a move to retract and load the bullets...

"Sir, this gun is ruined and stuck..." The soldier shouted helplessly at the building behind him that had not been destroyed. He didn't want to die and wanted to go back. Even if he couldn't retreat, he would be better if he could return to his brothers; but what he saw was the black guns of the brothers who were still calling him brothers just now.

This is the front pier of a blown house. The place is very small but it can just hit the Japanese who turn from the side to the opposite street, so people always hold it here. People who push up can usually shoot the Japanese who have just turned around, and then the Japanese behind will find that they will be killed by the Grenadiers through two courtyards. Five brothers in front have already died like this. But the five brothers are here to make the Japanese who are madly crazy. They fail to move forward for half an hour! If a Japanese person comes up and shoots at the ***, they will die in the hands of *** who occupy a very good position. If there are more people, people in the defensive position will shout, and the brothers behind will throw grenades together. Several grenades explode on the street that is not too wide to make all the Japanese on the street be killed, and at least they can faint and deaf.

But now, in this defensive position, a soldier who was still in the fifty-seventh Army headquarters the day before, was a rifle that he could not fire! If the Japanese rushed up again, he had no room for resistance, but the Japanese did not come up...

After several shellings, the Japanese already knew which position to blow up. They just needed to observe whether there was a *** at the corner.

"Swish!..." A grenade launcher flew over from several yards that the officers and soldiers could not attack. The sound of breaking through the air made the small clerk who had just pressed up tremble all over. He really didn't want to die... "Boom!" With a loud bang, the shock wave of a grenade launcher in the narrow area was enough to make the brothers behind feel tinnitus and deaf on their faces. Before the smoke had dissipated, another soldier with tears in his voice lowered his head and rushed forward. He had a rifle in his hand, one of the three remaining rifles of the defenders...

We have to hold on for at least half an hour, right? As long as the withdrawal order is not down, one person has to fill it up! Most of the troops fighting in Yangzhou City of the 57th Army have died in the country, and half of the remaining people are the original documents and mates. Some of them cannot even shoot well. But as long as they appear in the defensive position, no Japanese dare to step forward rashly, because the military uniforms on them are as strong as those in front of them, whose guns are not worse than those in the Japanese, and who will pull grenades on their bodies at any time. They are all top-notch!

"Have you arranged it all?" Huo Shouyi hung an injured arm and saw a squad of soldiers from the guard company running up behind him.

"Report to the commander, all the wounded are arranged..." The soldiers couldn't help but choke up while reporting: Arrangement of the wounded is not to send them away. Those who are physically injured and unable to move, and those who are injured in the eyes and cannot see the road are only one way to arrange them, which is to disperse them to the homes of the people left by Yangzhou who are ready to die with the enemy at any time. They can also teach the people to use bombs, and each of them will also be equipped with a grenade...

Arranged them is to treat them as the last living landmines, to tell them in a life that they cannot leave and that they must die in battle... When the blood on the faces of those blind wounded were diluted by tears, none of these guards who carried out the "arrangement" of the wounded were able to hold back, and each of them was crying like rain.

"This is given to the people..." The guards handed over large and small bags of paper bags, all of which were some food, which were food that left-behind people usually hid in the food famine. Now they handed over the food rations that were originally prepared to be a "satisfied ghost" on the road to the guards and brought back.

"They said that they were full and could not use it..." The guards were already crying.

"Report! Junzuo has successfully withdrawn from Yangzhou City..." The last mission before evacuation was completed, and Huo Shouyi finally made a evacuation gesture to the messengers beside him. Because blowing trumpets or signal bombs will also alert the Japanese, they can only use the most primitive method of using messengers to inform all the defenders to evacuate at all the strongholds that are holding their lives. If the notification arrives too late, the defenders there will be surrounded by the advancing Japanese. If the messenger is shot dead by the Japanese on the way and cannot pass the order, the defenders in that place will keep filling in hell...

Huo Shouyi didn't know how many defenders were able to withdraw from the city in the end. When he left the city, he had only one platoon of people. Nearly a thousand defenders were able to leave the city alive after a bloody battle for half a day!

Every officer and soldier who left was empty in his heart. Every sudden explosion sounded from the city in his ears could clearly reveal the scene of the brothers, the people and the Japanese blowing to pieces. Yangzhou is finally about to say goodbye, Yangzhou fell again after a short period of restoration...

"Roll! Guocun, I die!..." "Old Chaipi" led the last group of suicide squads to climb up from the ground and pounced on the enemy on the road... This is the last group of people. The brothers equipped with yellow * color * explosive packs that are not easy to be blown have all died in their country. Some have successfully pounced on the Japanese chariots, and some have blown off the Japanese war defense cannons, but there are still many explosive packs stained with blood on the ground. Most of the last group of people were empty-handed. The empty-handed people had to pick up the weapons left by the brothers who took the first step to continue attacking. The brothers who originally carried the explosive packs were more likely to be blown to pieces because they were carrying black explosives that would be blown up by one shot...

The road was full of burning cars, hundreds of wreckage left by the convoy of war vehicles, and the Japanese tanks, armored vehicles and a large number of personnel carriers were all here. "Lao Chai Pi" and the others rushed up to blow up the Japanese cannons this time.

I charged all the way, and there were bullets flying around me along the way. I often saw brothers carrying moor bottles rolling on the ground like torches, screaming bitterly; but no one stopped, and everyone rushed forward...

"Boom!" A brother carrying black explosives was crushed to pieces. The shock wave of the explosive bag also blew the entire group of Japanese who were blocking him and blew upside down. The brother behind him took the opportunity to break in through the gap. The fastest brother finally rushed to a 92 infantry running in with the explosive bag, and pulled the strings in the scattered pile of Japanese soldiers...

"Boom!" "Boom!"... With loud explosions, groups of Japanese devils were blown up and corpses were everywhere, and the Japanese devils finally dispersed...

"Brothers, blow up the roadblocks and move forward at full speed!" Xing Long witnessed the tragic battlefield behind a dirt slope. He saw the artillery defense positions that the devils were rushing behind by their vanguard convoy and the suicide squads who sneaked down from the mountain. He finally took out the last capital and pressed them up. The last fifty chariots rolled up like floods in the scattered dams...

"Kill!" The general attack that was so angry that the tiger-like officers and soldiers rushed down from all over the mountains and excited Mo Shucai, who was commanding on the mountain. He finally commanded a hearty victory with his own hands, and finally made history remember the name Mo Shucai! He finally did not wear this military uniform in vain, and finally gave an explanation to those Guangdong brothers who died in Nanjing!

"Old Chai Pi" originally thought that he could survive this time. His explosive bag was thrown at the Japanese gun, but after he fell down, he woke up after the drama that made him faint, but found that he had no strength in his body and could not hear any sound in his ears. Then every time he wanted to move his body, he found that every slight movement would make him spit out blood...

Ah, I can't go home, I'm really going to die for my country this time... "Old Chaipi" understood. When he followed Cao Xiaomin and Li Tianhao, he heard more than once how his fellow villagers exploded that bloody road in the battle of the Shao family, how Commander Wang took off his military uniform and wrapped the bodies of the brothers who had blown up the pieces, and how those brothers were buried after the grand funeral (Cao Xiaomin concealed the inside story of the fake burial).

"This time we must chase the Japanese into Chu County in the shortest time, so everyone just takes the attack and throws away all supplies. And don't care about the remains of the brothers..." Li Tianhao's roar assigning tasks sounded in his ears. "Old Chai Pi" understood that the brothers who were all over the world and had a bloody accent, and no one would wrap them in their complete military uniforms for burial, and there would be no funerals, or even no place to bury bones... He remembered the nameless bones that had been dead on the road on the way out of Sichuan, and the comments that the brothers pointed at and said; who would see their own bones several years later? Who would know that they were a group of heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country? They were just a bunch of critters left by wild dogs...
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