Chapter 97 No complaints

(... Every city defense battle is extremely tragic. If the injured person cannot be transported, he stays behind the line of fire without anyone taking care of him. More than half of our brothers who died in the battle were unable to transport him down and be treated after being injured. He was tortured to death by pain and even starved to death on the battlefield... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

Boom! It's a large caliber, at least 120mm, and it exploded so shockingly... Boom! Oh, the 75mm mountain cannon hit the house... Bang! Well, the Japanese's large caliber mortar... Bang! Cut, the grenade launcher that fell far away also came to join in the fun?... Cao Xiaomin's hand held the rifle tightly and his index finger was on the trigger, but he was asleep and looked very sleeping!

Before he knew it, the computer programmer had become a war machine. In his sleep, he could already distinguish the sounds and landing points of various shells, and judge the danger level of his position by changing the landing points! In his sleep, surrounded by the rumbling smoke of war fires and gunpowders, the grip of the rifle was the only thing he felt that could increase his sense of security, and he held it tightly.

The fierce battle and anxiety of the night had completely overdrawn him. After being fainted, he had been sleeping and unable to wake up. No matter how you call, it was useless. His body was about to sleep! His body was covered with various scalds, impact and splashing injuries. It looked very bloody, but it was much lighter than when he was carried off in Luodian...

Boom! A loud bang, unlike other cannon sounds, this shock wave can make the ears feel pain and blocked, very close! Cao Xiaomin suddenly turned over and got up. He is no longer the kind of ordinary person who has to wipe his eyes and wait for his brain to slowly wake up after waking up. He is a soldier who will naturally resist when he feels danger. The landing point of this shell is too close! No one can awaken his extremely tired body, but the shell can be, and death can be!

There is no light, only the light of the sunset or the light of the early moon. This is in a large room, which is the kind of villa. There are more than 20 wounded people in the hall, only one medical soldier - one who can act as a medical soldier because of his minor injuries.

"Battery Commander, you're awake..." The medical soldier, who had a dark and numb expression, was very surprised to see Cao Xiaomin wake up - he had at least one person to talk to! The medical soldier limped up and handed Cao Xiaomin a piece of dough lump: "Really... I can't cook..."

This is a house for rich people in the city. The owner hid in the foreigners in the concession and lent the house to soldiers of his country. The owner also left two bags of white flour for these soldiers. The wounded soldiers who could not cook or deliver noodles made these white flour into large dough bumps that were not like steamed buns but not like steamed buns but not like buns. This is the food for the soldiers.

It's so delicious! Cao Xiaomin poured cold water into his mouth while stuffing dough bumps - he was gnawing those hard, cold and dry fried rice for about ten days!

"It's delicious! I'd say I can't cook... Your wife will be blessed in the future!..." Cao Xiaomin ate two big pieces in one breath, and suddenly he stopped: "Why are there so many? Didn't they eat?"

"They have eaten, and I have even fed all those who haven't woken up..." said the medical soldier: "It's just that the brothers on the fire have not come down. Last time they carried a few injured brothers down and carried a batch of steamed buns, but they have never come down until now..."

The thunder-like shelling outside the house was intermittent, and gunfire was constantly on the line of fire. It was probably because the brothers were not equipped with enough men and could not send anyone back.

"I'll send it to them..." Cao Xiaomin wrapped a lot of dough bumps and ran out regardless of what the medical soldier said.

Cao Xiaomin had been sleeping for a long time. Now it was dark. The biting cold wind blew, which made people feel cold. But what made him feel even more chill was the scene he had just turned a corner: there were two wounded people who were stacked together. It was obvious that they were the milder injured and wanted to crawl back from the front line with his brother on his back. But he didn't do it, and he could no longer move less than a hundred meters away from the big house. They were frozen to death with pain!

...Every city defense battle is extremely tragic. If the injured person cannot be transported down, he stays behind the line of fire, and no one takes care of him. More than half of our brothers who died in battle were tortured to death by pain and even starved to death on the battlefield. The tragic phenomena in many battles of city defense recorded by Grandpa began to appear in front of Cao Xiaomin: On the way to the line of fire, you can occasionally see comrades who died on the roadside like the two wounded soldiers. Behind a house were a pile of corpses poured with tinder oil, stacked neatly, and the brothers who died on the spot were carried down and put together; however, in order to prevent the brothers' bodies from being damaged by the Japanese, the wounded who were responsible for ignition had already fallen aside and leaned against his brothers.

Perhaps, he died peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep, beside his brothers during his lifetime. The wounded soldier was covered with injuries that he didn't know how serious he was. He lost a lot of blood and sweated a lot, and often had an empty stomach but didn't know how hungry. After retreating from the line of fire, he would not wake up again when he fell asleep. Maybe he woke up after he had woken up coldly, and he could only take off a few clothes from the corpses and might come back to his life; but the veterans would not do that. They hoped that the brothers who died in battle could be there decently. He would rather crouch and lean against the brothers until they died of cold...

After passing the corpse and the injured resettlement area, the only thing Cao Xiaomin could bring to those seriously injured who were still alive on the roadside was two people with a piece of dough. The food would appear to be less when it came to the position, and the two people would be divided into one piece to supply standard.

"Tengteng!..." "Dadada..." "Baoliang..." "Bao, BAO..." Various gunshots suddenly became harsh after turning over the last intact courtyard wall, and the battlefield of firefighting was right in front of you.

"Battorney General, you are still alive!" Zheng Chenggang's face was filled with surprise and handed a German-style "m35" helmet to the bare-headed Cao Xiaomin. When he saw Liang Xiaokuan dragging Cao Xiaomin over, he thought he would never see the battalion commander again!

There was a squad of Kuomintang soldiers guarding this position, and there were not many Japanese on the other side, and everyone was firing cold guns. Although Japanese were the dominant guns in shooting skills, they were eager to attack. The soldiers of the Kuomintang army would not fight hard, and they all hid behind the bunkers, aiming at a bunker that Japanese would borrow if they wanted to come up. As long as the Japanese rushed up, they would open fire. In this way, the Japanese suffered heavy losses and still could not break through.

A large house that was blown up was another position. Because the house in the middle collapsed, the Kuomintang troops who were shouting to each other were not a problem, but the Japanese used firepower to block the ruins between them.

There is a basement of a villa on the position on that side. A heavy machine gun is placed in the window of the basement. Due to the angle and slope, the Japanese infantry cannons cannot deal with it. This machine gun has become the most powerful killing firepower on the entire position, and countless Japanese who are trying to pass through it fall on the clearing ground. There has also become the most important target of the Japanese's attack, but neither grenade nor attack can be destroyed. In this way, other positions have basically become supporting roles in combat. The Japanese's firepower is concentrated there. You can often see the Japanese's red firepower covering in a mesh shape, and the bullets bounce back on the hard wall base, which is as bright as fireworks.

"'Brother'''Daozi', wait until it gets dark, send the food and bullets..." Zheng Chenggang roared hoarsely and gave the two soldiers an order. "If you can't get through during the day, the Japanese machine guns stare at them, they probably will be out of ammunition and food..."

"I'll go..." Cao Xiaomin said: "I called back many brothers. I want the brothers on the entire front to see me and see me still fighting..." Cao Xiaomin was very determined. He had been resting for a long time and had the energy. When he saw this position, he understood how tragic the battle was in the past half day - the wounded and corpses behind the position were several times more than the soldiers on the position!

These soldiers who turned back built a flesh-and-blood city wall along most of Nanjing City with their tenacity. After the Japanese broke into the city, they blocked them and could not move forward any further! Have the people behind them retreated? Have the brothers retreated? They didn't know, they only knew that they wanted to continue fighting; they could not retreat, and taking a step back would collapse the entire line of defense. They could only continue fighting until they wiped out everyone...

The position is no longer in depth, and I don’t know when the machine gun position that poses the greatest threat to the Japanese will be destroyed; without reinforcements, everyone is ready to die in battle, ready to fight to death; what such an army needs most is morale, and they need to see Chief Cao who pulled them back to die!

Cao Xiaomin planned to travel the entire front overnight. He just hoped that these soldiers would know that there was a commander who had not deceived them and had not abandoned them. This commander would fight to the death with them and live and die with Nanjing!
Chapter completed!