Chapter 55 Military Uniform

(...The joy of victory belongs to many people, those who marched on torches in the rear, those who wrote articles, those who had more stars on their shoulders; but the joy of victory never belongs to the veteran, he will only see those brothers who have lost in the victory for a few days... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

Finally, victory! Every surviving soldier in the temporary camp was looking around, they were looking for more surviving brothers with their eyes; many people began to search in the pile of corpses, but in fact they couldn't find them...

"No... it's okay, I... I... I've calculated that I can't die..." "Banxian" fell in anger in Cao Xiaomin's arms and forced a smile, and said in Cao Xiaomin's ear with a weak voice: "Remember to come to the hospital to see me... Remember, I like... I like to eat stewed chicken, don't... don't put salt..."

"Hurry up! stretcher, hurry up..." He was covered in blood and his military uniform was shouting in the distance like rags. Several soldiers were smuggling vines around bamboo to make stretchers...

A large hole was cut between the Japanese bayonets of the chest and abdomen. Blood and internal organs were poured out with every time he spoke or laughed. Cao Xiaomin carefully helped him stuff his internal organs back many times... "I know you can't die... Banxian, don't talk..." Cao Xiaomin pressed his chin and head and neck against "banxian"'s head. He didn't dare to let "banxian" see the tears on his face. He only felt that the brother in his arms was getting cold...

A veteran who survived the battlefield where tens of thousands of people died may die silently in the next small-scale encounter... As a veteran, you must be used to facing death, but Cao Xiaomin is not a veteran. He has only been on the battlefield for three months! They are the "Nine Kings of Hell" and one of them cannot be missing. He is the oldest brother he fought side by side when he first went to the battlefield! Cao Xiaomin's tears could not be stopped, soaking his and "Semi-Immortal"'s head and face...

"Look for... find Yang Man..." Li Tianhao fainted after giving this order. He was like Cao Xiaomin, who survived because his brothers sacrificed their lives to protect him. Li Tianhao, who was covered in wounds and blood-like, was only Yang Man in shorts and shorts swaying around... They came from different factions, they were all scattered soldiers who had defeated the battle. They had all escaped to the Shanghai Concession and hid. They were all inspired by the four lonely troops and picked up their military spirits again... Last night when Li Tianhao led his team to launch an attack, he did not see Yang Man; brother, are you still alive!?

"Brother Qu...Brother Qu..." Next to Cao Xiaomin, the thin "machete" was holding the head of "cricket" and crying non-stop. Except for the little companion who was killed by the Japanese wounded soldiers on the mountain road, the best "machete" in the army is "cricket". Because they are all soldiers that Cao Xiaomin is very worried about and always keeps with him.

The "machete" found the head of the cricket and closed his eyes peacefully; the "machete" found the cricket's lower body, and the two particularly thick rickshaw pulled out thighs that had exploded their abdomen, and the lower body of some unsmelling internal organs remained. But at this time, no one would think that it was bad because it was the breath of a brother...

The mountain road was covered with Chinese Democratic Party soldiers, all of whom were speechless, and tears were flowing down their faces without realizing it, and wherever they went. The rude soldiers were particularly careful at this moment. They took off their clothes and put the slags of minced meat and bones that they could pick up; they carefully packed up their thighs one by one, and if they were wearing Japanese military trousers and leather shoes, they would take off their leather shoes to see if there were any special calluses worn through straw sandals; they held up the heads of brothers respectfully and put them on bags of flesh and blood... Facing the corpses that emitted a burst of fishy sourness, no brother felt disgusted. They only knew that these were their brothers, and they should treat them well...

Soon, the mountain road was filled with corpses, and a bunch of flesh was attached to the top of each two flat thighs, wrapped in clothes, spreading their hands, and putting heads on the collar... This is the only way for the officers and soldiers to make the remains of their brothers look more like a person!

Finally, Yang Man was found, and his head was placed on the collar of a bunch of flesh and blood like other brothers... I don't know how many people the bunch of flesh belonged to, and I don't know whose legs belonged to them; but is this important? They were brothers, brothers who fought desperately with the Japanese! The brothers' flesh and blood were melted together...

Every Kuomintang army who has been on the Shanghai front has seen the corpses of brothers who have been dealt with in this way, but no one has seen so many of them at once! Eighty percent of the people who died in this crazy army died with the enemy in this way!

The mountain road was surrounded by officers and soldiers. The officers and soldiers who were like beasts that were fierce in the past were all lowered their heads at this moment, and they were all soaked in sadness.

...The joy of victory belongs to many people, those who marched on torches in the rear, those who wrote articles, those who had more stars on their shoulders; but the joy of victory never belongs to the veteran, he will only see those brothers who have lost in the victory for a few days in a row... Cao Xiaomin walked along the mountain road in a daze, and he understood why grandpa saw the movie whenever the Eighth Route Army fought a victory, people everywhere cheered.

He would sneer; because that was fake! After the fierce battle on the battlefield, the veteran only knew that he was in a daze and searching for the brothers who he had not seen standing in the pile of corpses! Looking at the heads of the brothers on both sides along the way, he wanted to call out one or two names, but he could not recognize who they were! The people who died in battle were the same, with blood on their faces, half-closed eyes, and some mud and grass chips on their faces, their mouths were covered with mud and grass... But they had a common name: Kuomintang army! Chinese Democratic Party soldiers!

"The master's seat is here..." Someone began to whisper around him, but Cao Xiaomin was still so in a daze.

Oh, this is a commander, his military uniform is so beautiful, and there are stars on his shoulders... Cao Xiaomin stared at the brand new wool fleece military uniform. He did not salute, he just remembered something in a daze...

"Sir... Many of my brothers only have one wish before their lifetime..." Cao Xiaomin stared at the lieutenant general in front of him dullly and suddenly choked up: "Brothers just want to have a military uniform to wear... let them... let them really die like soldiers... ah..." Cao Xiaomin finally couldn't suppress it and cried loudly... Zhang Lingfu, the commander of the Tu Piao Piao, the knife, and countless officers and soldiers...

"Everyone is attentive! Take off the military uniform!" Wang Yaowu's face had already been covered with tears. While unbuttoning, he turned around and shouted at the officers and soldiers of the Division Guard Company and gave a solemn order!

Wang Yaowu, Zhang Lingfu... As long as he felt that his military uniform was pretty good, soldiers without particularly ragged began to unbutton their buttons; one piece of military uniform was covered with clothes wrapped in flesh and blood. In fact, brothers were polite. The dead only wanted a military uniform before their lives. They had never thought about whether the military uniform was broken or wrinkled...

The sun had climbed over his head and hung there pale. On the mottled mountain road under the sun were hundreds of corpses of the sacrificial officers and soldiers; these corpses were all wearing regular uniforms of the National Revolutionary Army, and various military ranks shone brightly in the sun. Some ordinary soldiers were wearing lieutenant general uniforms with two Venus stars!
Chapter completed!