The entire battalion suffered serious casualties. Jiangdong had sent everyone in the battalion command post to the battlefield, and he himself also came to the front line.

Yesterday, we shot down two Japanese planes, which greatly boosted our morale. But at the same time, Jiangdong also knew that the revenge of the Japs would definitely be more brutal. After all, this is a nation that is determined to retaliate.

He had arranged his defense line early and was waiting for today's most brutal battle.

The entire battalion, including the lightly wounded, has less than 300 people. This is all the strength Jiangdong has.

In nearly half a month of fighting, nearly half of the entire battalion was lost. Before Jiangdong could ask the names of many young soldiers, they were already sleeping on this land.

"Xiaodouzi, are you afraid?"

Jiangdong regretted bringing Xiaodouzi to the battlefield. This was a 15-year-old baby. In later generations, he might be in high school or junior high school, the age when he was sweating profusely.

But in Songhu, a cruel flesh-and-blood mill, this child, whose beard hadn't even grown yet, had been through life and death with Jiang Dong several times.

"Hehe..." Xiaodouzi cracked his mouth and smiled, "Don't be afraid, the worst thing is that like other brothers, I will take my life here. Battalion Commander, guess how many little devils I have killed?"

Jiang Dong touched Xiaodouzi's head lovingly. The box cannon he usually used had been empty of bullets. He was now holding a 38-meter cap like Jiang Du. There was no trace of panic or fear on his gray little face.

"Two? Or how many?"

"Hehe..." Xiaodouzi smiled proudly and stretched out his dirty little hands.

"Five!"

Jiang Dong was really surprised!

"Yes, battalion commander, I have already killed five, five little devils! I have already killed enough."

At this point, Xiaodouzi paused, with a slightly regretful expression on his face, and subconsciously touched his waist, where a pair of clean cloth shoes were tied.

"What's wrong?"

"Battal Commander, do you still remember what Aunt Wang told me?" Xiaodouzi said as he took off the cloth shoes from his waist and carefully brushed off the dust on them.

Jiang Dong felt relieved when he saw this.

As mentioned before, Xiaodouzi was picked up by Jiang Dong from outside the military camp.

When Jiang Dong found Xiaodouzi, he was already dying. He took him to the military camp and took care of him for a while before he gradually recovered.

Since Jiangdong has been busy with the military training of the army, he has not paid much attention to Xiaodouzi's life.

It was during this period that Xiaodouzi met Aunt Wang outside the military camp.

Aunt Wang is over 70 years old and has always been a lonely person. She makes a living by mending clothes for neighbors.

Xiaodouzi often went to see Aunt Wang with Jiangdong's clothes or other clothes from the camp, and gradually became familiar with her after going back and forth.

Aunt Wang's son was forcibly recruited by the army in his early years, and he looked like Xiaodouzi when he left her. Therefore, Aunt Wang particularly liked this little soldier and regarded Xiaodouzi as half of her son.

And Xiaodouzi has been wandering and begging since he was a child, and has never experienced the love of his parents, so he gradually regards Aunt Wang as his godmother.

An old man and a young man spent a short but warm time together.

After she just learned that the troops were going to the front line again, Aunt Wang rushed to make two pairs of cloth shoes overnight, and she almost went blind.

When Xiaodouzi left the station, he gave him a lot of instructions, one pair of shoes for Xiaodouzi, and the other pair of shoes for his son who had disappeared for 10 years.

I hope Xiao Liuzi can help her inquire more in the army to see if she can find it.

Jiangdong had already forgotten about this matter, but seeing Xiaodouzi's serious look, he also became serious.

"What is the name of Aunt Wang's son?"

"Wang Genbao!" Xiaodouzi blurted out, "I will always remember it!"

"Wang Genbao! Wang Genbao..." Jiang Dong murmured the name, holding the pair of cloth shoes that Aunt Wang had mended stitch by stitch, which seemed to be of great weight.

There are so many old mothers like Aunt Wang in China. Their sons can never go back and sleep forever in a foreign land called Songhu.

Jiang Dong's eyes slowly filled with tears,

"You have to protect yourself, get out of here alive, and help Aunt Wang find her son!" He said as if he was giving an extremely important task.

"Don't be afraid. If I were to die, wouldn't there be a battalion commander for you to look for?"

"Silly boy!" Jiang Dong was speechless.

Xiaodouzi put the shoes back on his waist, lowered his head and gently touched the cloth shoes on his feet. There seemed to be endless warmth and strength coming from there, making him fearless in this bloody battlefield.

"Battal Commander, the little devil is making some noise!"

Li Xuelin ran over with his back bent. He had recovered from the pain of the past few days.

Jiang Dong looked through the telescope and saw that the Japanese military positions on the other side of the river were busy.

There were people setting up timber, some moving corpses, and Jiangdong even saw two monks.

"What the hell are you planning to do? Why are you bringing a monk with you to a war?" Li Xuelin said.

"The little Japs are supposed to burn their bodies, and the monks are here to liberate the dead Japs."

Jiangdong knew that Buddhism had a high status in the East, and some Japanese troops would take a few monks with them when they went on an expedition, and their role was somewhat similar to that of priests in Western armies.

"Damn it, the little devil is still doing this!"

The actions of the Japanese army left Li Xuelin speechless. Isn't this feudal and superstitious?

"How can a normal person like you understand the little devil's thoughts?"

"That's right, that's right!"

Xiaodouzi reminded Jiang Dong and Li Xuelin that there was movement on the Japs' positions again, "It seems there are us Chinese!"

Jiangdong looked through the telescope and saw more than 200 refugees in ragged clothes in front of the Japanese army position. Most of them were men, but there were also a few women.

"Fuck you, what are you trying to do?"

The soldiers in the Jiangdong Camp suddenly became furious. The little Japs were burning corpses and arresting refugees. They must have bad intentions.

Several company commanders gathered on the east side of the river. Seeing their compatriots being humiliated, their faces turned red with anger.

Jiang Dong had a bad premonition in his heart. He might not be sacrificing the lives of Chinese people to his dead soldiers.

After seeing the monk finish reciting his sutra, the Japanese army drove the Chinese refugees to the front of the position and forced them to move forward with guns.

Behind the refugees were light and heavy machine guns that had been set up. The little Japanese commander Lieutenant Commander Yamashita was standing among the machine guns.

"Fire!" He gave the order calmly, and at the same time, he lit the wood piled with Japanese corpses.

A series of machine gun bullets hit the backs of the refugees, and the refugees in front were frightened and ran wildly.

The machine gun fired for a while and then stopped again, as if to tease the refugees and the defenders on the opposite side.

Seeing the kid slaughtering the refugees inhumanely, the soldiers on the battlefield immediately went crazy and wanted to rush over and fight the kid.

Jiang Dong tried his best to restrain his brothers, knowing that the little Japs were waiting for them to rush over.

"Brothers, it's important to hold your position. We will avenge this sooner or later!"

He was shouting almost at the top of his lungs. The brothers lay on the trench with tears streaming down their faces, holding onto the guns tightly. Everyone's heart seemed to be bleeding.

Seeing that the Chinese defenders on the opposite side had no intention of attacking, the Japanese army ordered all their machine guns to fire, knocking down hundreds of refugees on their way to escape.

Jiangdong's position fell into a terrible silence. Everyone was crying silently, and there was only one thought in their hearts:

Kill the Japs!!!

Suddenly, a figure climbed up from the pile of refugee corpses. She staggered and ran to the other side, because there was a *** inserted there.

The hearts of the brothers were in their throats. Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked expectantly at the figure running towards them. I don't know who shouted "Run" first, and everyone on the battlefield started shouting.

"Run quickly..."

It was a Chinese woman who luckily survived being shot by Japanese machine guns.

She had almost reached the unknown creek in front of the two armies' formation, but three little Japs suddenly rushed out of the Japanese army's formation.

This woman had been ravaged for the past few days and had not received any food. Her physical strength was already on the verge of collapse and she could not outrun the vicious little devil.

One of the three little devils blocked her way, and the other grabbed her with a big hand and tore her already tattered clothes to pieces.

In front of several Chinese defenders, these three crazy beasts shamelessly raised and lowered their hands on the naked woman. They also muttered teasing words and looked at the national army's position from time to time, making various provocative gestures.

action.

The woman left her breasts bare and her breasts exposed in front of hundreds of people. He cried and endured the teasing of the little Japanese, and slowly moved towards the Chinese position.

Teasing Chinese women in front of Chinese men, such humiliation almost broke the soldiers' teeth.

The three Japanese soldiers may have been too focused on pushing the women and unknowingly came within 600 meters.

Jiang Dong has been waiting for the gun in his hand for a long time.

"boom!"

The head of the kid blocking the front suddenly exploded into a rotten watermelon, with blood and brains splashing on several people's faces.

The bullet that came from nowhere stunned both the kid and the woman on the spot. In this second, Jiang Dong had loaded the second bullet into the chamber.

Another extremely precise shot, and a big gash appeared in the little devil's neck, as if it had been gnawed by a hyena.

The other kid ran back, but the woman was still there.
To be continued...