Chapter 441: Sorrowful Burial

Cao Xiaomin came behind him and made Okamura Yanji unable to sleep or eat. But, does Cao Xiaomin dare to attack Nanjing? Can he defeat him? Okamura Yanji became fierce: the troops close to the Jiangbei War Zone were placed in vain and concentrated all the forces that could be summoned to wipe out the 173rd Division of the 172nd Division of the Gui Army as quickly as possible!

Don’t you want to make trouble behind the scenes? I will let you do it. I will give up those territories first and annihilate your main force!

Heavy artillery shells roared in every mountain, and the heavy artillery corps directly under the command were ordered to strike with all their hearts; aviation bombs exploded in the retreating team, and the HNA troops took off and landed directly from the aircraft carrier at the estuary of the Yangtze River to the war zone; every day, the mountain roads were full of yellow figures of Japanese troops, and each mountain road was lined with the bodies of Chinese and Japanese officers and soldiers who were lifted to the side... The battlefield in Jiangbei was crazy!

"Teacher, the headquarters urgently sent a telegram..." Cheng Shufen snatched the telegram: He ordered your troops to make the final effort and must wipe out the remnants of the Japanese army... "***, is it necessary to die in the 172nd Division to be considered a big shot! Ah~~~" Cheng Shufen whistled to the sky, and the roar was like a wolf crying!

"Teacher, you can't retreat at this speed, and the wounded can't retreat..." The messenger, who could no longer recognize his appearance, was covered in mud and blood, suddenly appeared in front of Cheng Shufen and said: "There have been fighting for several days, and there are countless wounded people. Not to mention those who have amputated limbs, even the minor wounded cannot keep up with the team. They are all squeezed in the mountains and cannot walk..."

"What? Let the brothers lift it up, come back together!" Cheng Shufen's eyes were red, and she seemed to be unable to even be conscious.

"Master, why don't you put them into the ** team..." A voice that was so delicate that it could not be more detailed in my ears.

Entered into the ** group? Who dares to say such heartless words?! Cheng Shufen was confused. He knew that the voice was right, but he didn't want to hear such words!

The ** regiment is a unit composed of his guards and some dead soldiers. It was just established to complete the army formed by Bai Chongxi's destiny military order that once every ten minutes.

"You must understand that you are not going to cut off the rear, but you may still escape into the mountains and forests and come back alive; you are going to attack, even if the enemy has already chased you, you cannot turn back, but can only go in one direction, attack, and chop off Antenliji's head!..." This is what you shouted, this is the last speech of the commander who heard from the ** regiment.

The last mountain, Andengliji, the commander of the Japanese Fifth Division, should be there. If the Forty-Eighth Division had not retreated too quickly, it might have been taken under the attack, but now they can only fight this battle!

The enemy has already chased behind him, and the large army is squeezing on the mountain road. The last one is to block the troops. At this time, instead of escaping, the attackers are cutting off their own way. However, so many people dare to rush to the dead end: Cheng Shufen's guards took the lead and actually gathered a regiment, and they are the ** regiment!

Arrange the wounded soldiers into the ** regiment? What does that mean!

"Who can defend our country, only I, Guangxi*. Who can revive my nation? Only I, Guangxi*!..." A low voice, sobbing and sobbing, was moistened by tears again on his face, which had been dried by the war. The soldiers carrying the stretcher were so tired that they could not stand up, but they refused to put down their brothers. The brothers who were being carried were raised by unknown heads, and the military songs of the Gui army gradually rang out.

There was no passion or tragic on the road to Guangxi. The singing people were seriously injured. Many lyrics were read out, and the cries were intermittently and blurred. But the military songs shocked every officer and soldier passing by. Many people stopped and couldn't bear to leave, but they couldn't bear to watch!

"Shuo!" "Shuo!" The sounds made the heart of the person who heard it beat, and then it sank and then beat again... The sound of the bayonet entering the body was that the wounded were committing suicide!

One, two...hundreds! Thousands! The wounded sang the song they sang when they left their hometown, took the bayonet handed over by their brother and stabbed them in their right abdomen, smeared them on their necks, and the gentle slopes next to the mountain road were soon stained with blood...

"Shuo!" "Shuo!"... That was a serious wounded person who could not even commit suicide. Some of them knew all this and gave the last smile to the brother who stabbed the bayonet on them. Some of them were blind and deaf. They knew nothing about the world and entered their hearts in the cold darkness...

"Everyone who is slightly injured can still walk on his own will be organized into the ** regiment, and set off with Captain Huang. The others buried the bodies and continued to move forward!" It was not really ruthless, nor was it really cold-blooded. He personally sent the brothers who lived and died on the road, and buried them on the side of the road, and erected a monument to the officers; a rock was pressed on the tomb of the soldiers... and threw the brothers here like this? In the future, if there is still a future, can they find them when they come back? Can they recognize them? The officers and soldiers who experienced all this did not regard themselves as living people from this moment, and they would not cry anymore... There are still people who have really come to search for them in the future, and they can find them in places, because the people in the mountains named the place where these burial soldiers were buried: Burial soldiers!

"Woo Ang~~" The plane circled in the mountains, and suddenly one hit the mountainside and exploded, shaking the valley...* Some old biplanes were sent to cover the retreating army in the mountains. These old slow but flexible fighters were designed for such mountain combat. As soon as they appeared, they damaged several Japanese fast fighters one after another. The remaining fighters did not dare to come down and shoot at will.

From time to time, a section of the long mountain road was bombed and was walked into a bloody road by the soldiers, and soon the mud was covered by the mud by the people behind. Every mountain road was crowded with people. A few days ago, they were still chasing the enemy's warriors, but at this moment they didn't even know whether they could walk out of Laoshan alive. Confusion and panic filled every mountain road and every heart.

There were explosions everywhere in the mountains and forests. Because of the echoes, there was no way to distinguish the distance and direction. No one knew whether it was the enemy's bombing or his own people blocking or counterattacking. The last forgotten suicide squad, the 172nd Division's ** regiment is launching a decisive attack on the remaining Japanese troops of the Fifth Division!

"Who am I? My name is...Is it important to know what my name is? After death, I just piled up one or two rocks on the grave... No, those brothers who committed suicide because I was seriously injured and could still fight. I followed Captain Huang to come up... I don't even have a grave, right? Will I be eaten by wild dogs after death? A soldier of Gui army wandered around the mountains in a daze. He didn't remember what he was going to come up.

Sometimes, there are people fighting in front of him, and they are all people covered in mud and blood stains. They don’t know who they should help... By the way, why should they help? Am I here to fight? Come on... The soldier was stunned suddenly, and he tried hard to remember something...

"Boom!" A fire suddenly flashed in his mind... Ah! It was Commander Huang, who pulled the grenade and the Japanese who had already pounced on him were blown into pieces... Yes! I'm here to fight! The soldiers suddenly remembered, and he also remembered that Commander Huang suddenly rushed into a cave when he suddenly rushed into a ghost!

Isn't that cave right in front of me? The soldier touched the grenade on his body and walked in...

The hole was very dark, but the soldier could still see it. He saw the eyes with red light in the dark: Is that a mouse or something? The wolf's eyes were green... Danger! A gloomy wind blew, and the soldier suddenly pulled the grenade lead on his waist, and a wisp of green smoke suddenly appeared in the dark with a "hissing" sound...

"Ah!~" With a scream, the Japanese officer holding the command knife, holding a pair of red eyes, saw the grenade smoked from the waist of the person in front of him screaming and fled back, but hit the hole wall and fell to the ground - the hole is so small!

"Hiss~bang!" The Japanese officer fell down. The grenade did not explode. It was the sound from the Chinese soldier's mouth. He liked this. When he was in the countryside, he liked to use his mouth to imitate the firecrackers when setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. He was scary now that he had returned to the countryside and set off firecrackers...

"When we rescued Lieutenant General Andeng, he was like this. At that time, there was a very weak Chinese soldier in the cave. We killed him. He was holding a grenade that had been pulled but did not explode..." The vanguard of the 18th Division finally rescued Lieutenant General Andeng, the commander of the Fifth Division.

"Hiss! Bang!" "Hiss! Bang!" "Haha, you're killed, hiss, bang!" Andenliji yelled while jumping, sometimes he suddenly laughed and cried - he became the first Japanese general in this time and space war to be scared into a madman on the battlefield!

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