Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

As long as there is a fight, there will be winners and losers. There is no ever-victorious general and no undefeated army.

Many times when you lose a battle or need to retreat, you will be pursued by the enemy at that time. Everyone knows how to take advantage of the situation.

At this time, someone needs to step in and even light the lamp.

The meaning of lighting a lamp is when you know that there will be Japanese planes to bomb the retreating troops or there will be Japanese infantry to chase the retreating troops.

It is necessary to have a troop walking on the most conspicuous road, attracting firepower, bombing and chasing the Japanese. The outcome can be imagined.

However, this will allow other troops to evacuate to designated locations faster and protect as many effective forces as possible.

Some people may think that whichever troop is chosen to light the lamps is in bad luck.

But sometimes you look at those people who were chosen or volunteered to light lamps to protect you, and it feels like watching them die to protect you.

People who have never experienced it will never know what it means. Sometimes living is far more uncomfortable than dying. For the living, this is too heavy.

Many people in this small group of captives have experienced this kind of life and death.

After escaping from the hospital, they temporarily joined the special agent company. Although they had fought side by side, except for a soldier who originally belonged to the Eighth Route Army, there was always a vague gap between the others and the soldiers of the special agent company.

After all, everyone has different beliefs.

Their leader was a middle-aged man with a plain appearance, although long-term malnutrition made him look extremely thin. But judging from his previous combat performance, he must have been a well-trained warrior in his early years.

If anyone could see Zhang Zhiyi's resume, he would find that his experiences in the past few years were both wonderful and tragic.

He participated in the Central Plains War and went to Chang'an in 1936. He was involved in the battles of Zijin Mountain and Lanfeng, and after 1938 he moved to the Taihang Mountains.

Later, he was captured by the Japanese. After the soldiers who were also captured learned about those experiences, they all looked up to this veteran.

Although they had not known each other for a long time, they hit it off immediately and they all had similar experiences. Together they planned to escape from the Japanese prison, eating and living together as brothers.

Originally, he thought that if he could successfully reach the Eighth Route Army base, he would go and see with his own eyes what the difference was between this place and the preserved fruit.

The hatred of the family and the country is still there, and Zhang Zhiyi has no intention of discharging his armor and returning home.

It's just that after running around all year round, it's time to find a place to settle down, not to mention that he now has a brother who depends on him for life and death.

But now he has changed his decision. Before, he vowed to lead a good life for these brothers who were imprisoned with him.

The Japanese fighter jets just now will definitely attract a large number of Japanese soldiers to pursue them.

Among the twenty-nine of them, four were injured and one died on the spot. They would not be able to run far with the wounded.

He didn't want to do anything like abandoning his brother, and he didn't want to do it again. That year, almost all his troops were wiped out, and only a few people survived. Every day was a torment for him.

So those of them who escaped together discussed it and decided not to leave! Build positions on the spot to block and buy time for the Eighth Route Army.

Wherever we fight against the Japanese, we are not fighting, and no matter which army we join, we are all Chinese. Anyway, there is a high probability of death, so it is better to die vigorously and with some value.

They were all tired of living like pigs, being herded around.

Zhang Zhiyi looked at Zheng Yingqi and Li Yunlong and said nonchalantly: "Sir, let's go. We, the people, will try to buy you some time."

"It's obvious that you have done something big, otherwise the little devil wouldn't be chasing you like this."

"We lost our lives, and we owe you for being rescued. My brother can't leave now, and I won't leave anyone behind."

"But you have to keep the mortars. We won't be able to hold on for long without heavy firepower. If you keep some more grenades, they will be almost the same as the original ones from Santoku. I really miss them."

At this time, the prisoner who was originally an Eighth Route Army soldier ran over from Dai Yu excitedly.

When he was first imprisoned, he disdained the company of these people. But after contacting them for a long time, he found that these people were different from the "friendly forces" he imagined.

During the time we were together, he was always taken care of by everyone because he was the youngest.

But when I heard Zhang Zhiyi's words just now, those people wanted to stay for a break, but it seemed they didn't intend to take him with them.

"Zhang Zhiyi! You said you wanted to go to the base with me to visit! Why have you changed your mind now! If you don't leave, I won't leave either!"

As soon as the little warrior finished speaking, a figure walked over from the side. He put his arm around the little warrior's shoulders and said in dialect with a smile:

"Qinggouzi baby is pretending to be a hammer to criticize you."

Facing the familiar dialect in the past, this time there was no usual laughter and laughter, only the carefreeness of looking down on life and death.

After being rejected, the little warrior's eyes were filled with tears. He was about to argue but was interrupted.

Zhang Zhiyi looked at his brothers. No one was timid because of the tough battle they were about to face. He looked directly at Zheng Yingqi and made his last request.

"Sir, just take this kid away. Unlike us soldiers, he is our hope."

Looking at the other party's burning eyes, Zheng Yingqi nodded. Just when he was about to arrange the handover of weapons, the injured soldiers of the special agent company also came over with the support of their companions.

The two soldiers each took out a letter, which was prepared before departure.

As long as there is one person in the spy company who can go back alive, these letters can be handed over to their relatives. Even Li Da, the chief of staff, asked Huang He to write a letter to the brigade commander on his behalf.

Although he did not speak, Zheng Yingqi understood what they meant. After receiving their letters, he returned to the team seemingly calmly.

Zheng Yingqi was not unfamiliar with lighting lamps. Because when the Eighth Route Army fought with the devils, they also faced similar problems, especially when they were fighting against mopping-up operations in enemy-occupied areas.

When the devils failed to block our troops from retreating, they might vent their anger on the local people. So when the troops retreated, they would take the people with them.

At this time, we must not tell the people who were behind, and we must not let the troops behind come into contact with the people.

Because those people would cry when they knew, and the soldiers would not be able to help seeing the people crying.

Zheng Yingqi had experienced such things several times, but even he would feel so distressed that he almost fainted every time.

The soldiers in the team lived with him day and night. Some of them were even selected and trained by him personally. Now watching them go to death, how could a normal person bear this?

Seeing the little soldier who couldn't help sobbing, Zhang Zhiyi frowned and said seriously:

"Cry? What's the use of crying! Hold back your tears! Live well! Kill the enemy for me!"

Death or Dishonor.

The editor told me this afternoon that it will be available tomorrow morning.

I beg you to not let me suffer too much.