Chapter 357

In the water

(...People surrounded by the flood have no food and can only drink the sewage; they are soaked in heavy rain that they are covered in coldness, but the scorching sun is roasted like a high fever; people are dehydrated without realizing it, and they have hallucinations, and they don’t even know what survival means, and letting themselves live is just an instinct... Excerpted from "My Memories of the War of Resistance - Cao Xiaomin")[..com]

The officers and soldiers around them all looked excited because they actually rescued Cao Xiaomin in the water, the legendary immortal war god, the Japanese nemesis. (The most stable,)

He was burning, his whole body was soft, and his mind was blurred. However, Cao Xiaomin was hard and had a smile on his face. Because the new recruits around him needed to see these, Cao Xiaomin had to show these. Now he has experienced the power of idols and the power of publicity.

But in fact, every inch of his body is now uncomfortable. From time to time, a sudden burst of cold that makes him feel trembling and coldness that emerges from his bones. Sometimes in his confused consciousness, he will return to the road to being carried off the Luodian line on the battlefield of Songhu, and two little magpies will shake in front of him...

There was no food, and a little bit of dry food. Each of them could only get a ball of fried rice ball the size of a thumb stuck together by rain. People still had something to eat, what about horses? What about horses? For cavalry, war horses were brothers, and Hui soldiers wanted to stir-fry rice into bean cakes! The small slope was very small, and as the water level continued to rise, dozens of soldiers and more than a dozen victims rescued successively were already crowded. The horses had no place to stand! In the twilight of dusk, war horses stood in the water in groups, and the water became deeper and deeper. Some war horses had been flooded on the horse's belly. The soldiers of the Ma family army were almost all very pure Muslims. They prayed tightly in the most difficult times, enduring the cold but not drinking a sip of wine; enduring hunger but not slaughtering a war horse!

The slope was occupied by war horses - the horse was lying on, gently lying on the muddy ground; the people were lying on the horse, so they could only arrange this way. However, the slope was very small and quickly filled with people and horses, and half of the war horses could not come up. They stood in the water, and the rain kept flowing down the horse's mane into the water. They were trembling all over, which made the soldiers feel heartbroken.

"Bang! Bang!" The gunshot sounded, and some soldiers who couldn't bear to watch this scene shot into the sky. They wanted to drive the horses away and let them escape on their own... The horses dispersed, dispersed in the master's gunshots and the waving sabers; but these horses did not go far, and they reached the deeper place of the water, standing there like sculptures, neighing in awkwardly. (The most stable,)

On the dark night, from time to time, the war horse lover's grief sounded in the water, like crying, but more of it was saying to the master: I have never left, I am still...

The sky was getting brighter and the air was grayish white. After a night of heavy rain, it was still drizzling in the morning. Suddenly, the horses in the water neighed, and the horses on the shore also shouted. Do they want to wake up their masters? Do they want to beg their masters not to abandon them? It is vaguely visible that some horses in the water had already sank into the water from time to time, but they immediately struggled and joined the neighing ranks. "Sigh LvLu~~" the last loyal call that was almost desperate, and then their weak body fell into the water; they struggled again, and continued to neigh in the splashes...

The soldiers who burst into tears also did not sleep all night. They suddenly rushed into the water in the dark sky. Their calls made the desperate war horses cheer up again. The war horses began to stagger back in the water. People and horses met in the water. The sound of cheers, crying, and the neighing of the horses resounded through the morning sky.

When the war horses in the water squeezed up, some war horses were about to go to the water. The war horses seemed to be human. Some strong war horses jumped into the water to free up a trace of mud for their companions who had been soaked overnight. Many war horses fell down after being led ashore with white air. They kept rubbing their heads and necks against their masters, and the people and horses were in tears.

Without forage, some soldiers began to climb up the trees to cut down branches and leaves to feed the horses. Some people also saw wild grass or crops floating in the water and rushed into the water to catch them.

If you want to die, if you want to starve to death, you will be together, people and horses. No one will drive away the war horses and let them leave. Everyone knows that they will never leave...

"Sir, fainted..." Cao Xiaomin finally fell down at some point...

"Don't quarrel, the sir, have fallen asleep..." The idols would not fall down, and the officers and soldiers didn't believe it. In their opinion, Cao Xiaomin and his party were just too tired and hungry. You can tell by looking at how they ate dry food when they met.

The bamboo tray is approaching the land. In the telescope, you can see many bamboo trays that have already landed on the dock are carrying the rescued people who have been trapped in the water for several days - "Kill all the Japanese, kill as many Japanese as possible, don't worry about the others..." Although the uphill peak only gives the soldiers the task of clearing out the enemy, no matter whether they are new soldiers, whether they understand the words of the superiors or confused people, no matter if they are confused, no one will refuse to save them. As long as the people are found in the water field, the soldiers will rescue them.

This is human nature, basic human nature, has nothing to do with commands; they are all compatriots, they are all the same grassroots. Who would have the heart to abandon them when they see those displaced and hungry trapped in the water?!

No one gives up, no one abandons, although there is no food, and even if the turbid yellow mud water may soon cause stomachache after drinking; but people in the water are performing a miracle of life: an ear of wheat that is not yet full, scraped off the ground by the flood, may be picked up from the water, and may be able to support a person until he is carried into the bamboo steak. A piece of clothing that has been washed off from the dead, or even taken off, may be able to hold a person for five days in the cold rain!

No one knows how so many people survived, because many of the weak people were already confused when they were rescued, but they were still alive!

The war horses fell one by one, and the soldiers fell one by one. Sometimes people and horses were hugged on the small slopes, and they were still motionless in the morning light. No one knew when the flood would retreat, and no one knew whether there was any rescue. There was no hope but he did not give up. The dead people and horses were gently put into the water to float away, making room for the living people and horses. However, no one went to cut off even a piece of horse meat.

Cao Xiaomin wanted to do that, "Lao Niao" wanted to do that... but they did not do that in the end. They understood that those war horses were not horses, but brothers of Hui soldiers!

When the toxic and hot sun appeared again on the third day, roasting the people who were originally in the fever so that they could not even breathe, the extremely hungry people kept illusions. They often talk nonsense, full of warm nonsense...

"It's great that the sun is coming out... Look, the sun is surrounded by a circle of rainbows... Oh, there is also a circle of rainbows on your head..." He Yan's face was still so red, but it was exposed by the sun, and her face had already turned pale.

Two weak girls, one hugged the other and leaned against the neck of a war horse that could no longer stand up, the little girl could no longer speak. She started to have a high fever shortly after she was rescued, and she survived, but she became weak again.

"Mom, brother..." The little girl drilled into He Yan's arms again, but one hand stopped the horse's head. The war horse gently rubbed the two girls with its neck, and hummed gently from the nose...

Every day when the sun rises, someone will leave the world. Every morning, every small island in the water is a separation of life and death. The water is vast and there is no way to leave. The only chance of survival is to use the remaining will to survive to fight the flood and wait for the flood to recede. Almost every small island, there are people in the crowd of people going crazy, and every day, the crazy behavior of the madman will be stopped by everyone at the beginning. But soon, as long as the madman does not hurt others, no one will care about them going crazy, even if he jumps into the water. Many people on the small islands have lost their dignity, and their survival depends on a trace of primitive instinct hidden in the blood.

There was a small island without a madman. They counted the people and horses who died at night early in the morning, and then said goodbye to the body according to customs and put the bodies into the water. They did not panic at all, and calculated the days and did their Muslim service. The spirit of these Hui soldiers was not known what they did, and Cao Xiaomin was surprised by their performance. He had such a calm face to face the death. He felt that he felt peaceful, at least giving him a reason to show peace.

The mud has been dried up, and most of the strong-willed people on the small slope have fallen and dying. More than twenty war horses will stagger among the people lying all over the ground, licking their foreheads with their tongues.

The lucky little girl was still hugged by He Yan. Last night, she saw her mother and fell asleep quietly in her mother's arms. The family was reunited... Cao Xiaomin gently dragged the little girl out of He Yan's arms, the weak body. "Let me hug her, she is very cute..." He tried his best to show a smiling and loving expression. He didn't want He Yan to know the truth: "Listen, she breathed so evenly, finely, and sleep well..." He really hugged the little girl gently like a father. He didn't dare to take the little girl away while He Yan's eyes were still open and put it in the water. He was afraid that He Yan would go crazy...

"Bamboo Row...Bamboo Row..." He Yan suddenly pointed to the distance.

She was already full of hallucinations. Cao Xiaomin thought to himself, he was still smiling: "Yes, the bamboo steak is here to pick us up..." Then he looked along He Yan's hand and saw the illusion, the bamboo steak...
Chapter completed!