Rise From Eight Hundred

The knights in the sky fought hard for their lives and honor.

On the ground, in addition to various machine gunners and soldiers who were ordered to stay in hiding and not leave at will, Lei Xiong led more than 100 infantrymen under his command and rushed towards the road.

Along the way, at least three waves of infantry rushed to the road under the leadership of their respective superiors.

There were more than 400 infantrymen along the entire road, which was absolutely unwise for the battlefield where fierce fighting was still going on at this time.

But that was the order issued by Tang Dao. The military order required these infantrymen to clear the road immediately. In case their own aircraft was damaged and had to make an emergency landing, the relatively flat and simple road was their only chance.

In fact, Tang Dao had the mentality of rescuing one or two people from the 17 trucks in his heart. He didn't need to say this, and the soldiers knew it.

Because they thought so too, otherwise, who would run to the road at this time at such a huge risk?

Most of the trucks were burning, and it was difficult for the leaked fuel not to catch fire in the high temperature formed by the bombs.

The three mobile torches finally stopped after running forward for 200 meters due to mechanical damage. They stopped on the road, like three blazing bonfires.

The flames and thick black smoke seemed to roast the hearts of the infantrymen who were watching everything from afar.

Going out of the woods means facing the risk of death.

The Japanese planes fighting in the sky basically still carried heavy bombs. Even if only one was dropped around the infantrymen, it would cause terrible casualties. The infantrymen rushing out of the woods were actually dancing on the edge of a knife.

Life was not in their hands, but completely depended on the choice of fate.

But the infantrymen were willing.

They wanted to get back their comrades, even if the chance was only one in ten thousand!

You sacrificed your life to save me, so why would I be stingy with sacrifice?

However, the soldiers who desperately moved the remains of the car despite the burns on their hands were disappointed.

The Japanese bombs were dropped very accurately. The 250-kilogram bombs basically exploded at a distance of tens to ten meters on both sides of the road. Such a close distance was enough to destroy the trucks running wildly on the road.

The huge air waves generated by the explosion of the bombs can even twist steel into a terrible shape. How can the human body in it have any luck? Most of the drivers died from the terrible air waves. They were shocked to death by the huge energy of the air waves.

Their bodies seemed intact, but they were soft all over. If there were no stretchers, almost no one could lift them up.

Their bones were already soft in the terrible explosion.

The only thing that made the soldiers happy was that in order to kill the convoy in one fell swoop, the Japanese basically used heavy bombs, leaving huge craters tens of meters away from the road. The violent air waves destroyed the trucks running wildly on the road, but did not damage the roadbed.

They only needed to push away the wreckage of the cars damaged on the road, without digging holes and filling them with soil, and the simple road could be used. Otherwise, the fighter planes that needed to make an emergency landing on the road would not have the opportunity to wait for the road to become flat.

Although the wilderness in the south of the Yangtze River is spacious enough, there are many crisscrossing ridges. If a fighter plane with a descent speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour runs wildly on such a ground, the probability of a successful forced landing is less than 10%.

The 3,000-meter-long simple road was cleared by more than 400 officers and soldiers walking along the way within 10 minutes, and twelve bodies were carried on stretchers covered with white cloth and placed in the woods.

Even the bodies that had been completely charred in the three blazing bonfires were rescued by the soldiers who desperately put out the flames with military uniforms, branches and even sand.

Yang Bicheng, who rushed to the front, was like carrying his brother on his back, carrying the charred body that was at least half lighter.

The corporal did not know who the officer who died in the battle was, but the corporal knew that he was a comrade like his brother. Carrying him on his back, the corporal could still feel the temperature and feel that his brother was still telling him: No matter what, live!

This time, the corporal did not cry again, because he knew that fear and tears were the most useless things on the battlefield. If he wanted to survive, he had to be like these brave comrades, not afraid!

Not afraid of the roaring planes overhead, not afraid of the bombs that could fall at any time, not afraid of the cold death.

Death is not the end of a soldier, but the fear of death is the abyss of a soldier.

However, there were still five bodies that had not been found, perhaps because they were too close to the bombing point and were torn apart by the huge energy of the bomb explosion.

The wreckage of the car scattered in a radius of 100 meters was proof of this.

But the soldiers nearby did not give up. They bent over, lowered their heads, and searched silently in the mud.

Their eyes were extremely pious, and the roaring aircraft engines and gunshots in the sky could not make them look up.

Their mission was to find their brothers.

Tang Dao gave a death order to find all the soldiers' bodies, even if his vehicle was hit by a bomb and the people and the car were blown to pieces, they had to find the bone residue.

He promised the 17 soldiers who bravely stepped onto the truck that he would take them home and place their ashes at the entrance of their village, so that their mothers could touch their tombstones whenever they missed them.

It was an extremely cruel promise, but it was also the most difficult promise in this era. The 17 soldiers who took the initiative to die believed it.

Countless comrades were buried in foreign lands, and their parents, wives and children would not even know whether they were alive or dead, let alone take a look at their tombstones.

Tang Dao was a man who kept his promises extremely well. In the coming years, no matter how difficult it was, his baggage troops would always have a carriage loaded not with ammunition and grain, but with those small wooden boxes and the wooden boxes. According to the soldier's self-report by Tantai Mingyue Write down the address of your home.

Until he helped them all find homes

"There is someone alive. This brother is still alive." A soldier was surprised in a ditch covered by grass more than 20 meters away from the roadbed.

Following the shouts, at least twenty soldiers rushed over.

"Platoon commander, the big head is still alive, the big head is still alive!" A soldier who ran over recognized the appearance of the soldier who was carried out of the ditch. The voice of surprise even suppressed the roar of the engines of the Chinese and Japanese fighter planes overhead.

"Hurry, hurry, medical soldiers, my soldiers are still alive, come here." Qian Dazhu, who has been promoted to infantry platoon leader, yelled as he ran this way. "You all, please be gentle on me and use a first aid kit for me!"

In the entire infantry platoon, there were only three first aid kits seized from the Japanese army. They could not be used for non-fatal injuries, but Qian Dazhu did not hesitate.

The pale soldier was gently lifted out of the trench and carried carefully by the soldiers, as if caring for the most important treasure. He trotted towards the medical soldier who was running over with a medicine box 50 meters away. This was the only one alive after searching for a long time. One that cannot be missed.

"Datou, can you hear me?" Qian Dazhu looked worriedly at the soldier's sallow face and asked softly.

The young soldier's eyes were half-opened, his eyes moved slightly, his lips moved, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Okay, okay, don't talk to me, just stay alive, just stay alive, the medical team will be here soon." Qian Dazhu's heart suddenly tugged.

The "platoon leader" soldier's voice was as light as a mosquito.

Then, he opened his mouth suddenly and spurted out a mouthful of purple-black blood, which sprayed all over Qian Dazhu's face, whose face suddenly became extremely ugly.

The soldier who finished spitting out blood only shouted these two words, and the luster in his half-open eyes dimmed.

"Da Tou, Da Tou, don't sleep, don't sleep! Don't scare me." The soldier who was the first to discover his comrades in the platoon shouted wildly.

Although Qian Dazhu's infantry platoon was temporarily formed for only a few days, and the soldiers came from the Security Regiment, the Sichuan Army, and the 67th Army, after a few days of hard fighting, the soldiers who lived and died together have long been integrated into one, and their emotions are no less than those of the original veterans. force.

The soldier who originally belonged to the security group and was nicknamed "Big Head" because his head looked too big and all the helmets looked small on his head, became more and more brave during the few days of fighting. He even volunteered to be the driver of a convoy that was destined to die because he had driven a car.

He is not an elite, but he has the courage to be as brave as any elite.

Because bravery is contagious.

"Datou, please be strong, the medical team will be here soon." Qian Dazhu didn't bother to wipe the blood from his face, his eyes were burning and he turned his head and shouted wildly. "Medic, hurry!"

The medical soldier who arrived frantically used his trembling hands to test the pulse of the soldier's carotid artery, and then began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation. He exerted all his strength and pressed as hard as he could. Black blood spurted out from the soldier's mouth in mouthfuls, but only I can't find the breath I want.

"I can't save him. I can't save him." After trying for several minutes, the medical soldier knelt down and cried, his hands and face already covered with blood.

Of course, the medical soldier wants to save his comrades, even if he does not have a cardiac injection or life-sustaining medicine in his hand. The only thing he has is the manual compression trained before the war.

But he also knew that this was the only soldier who could give him first aid on this inherently fatal battlefield. If he couldn't save him, then he would be gone.

However, no matter how hard he tried, it was still gone.

The cruel battlefield never depends on anyone's personal will.

"Impossible, impossible. Datou was fine just now. He could still call the platoon leader. Please save him again! He can't die. His guest and his baby are still waiting for him at home." A tight voice said. The eyes of the soldier who was holding his comrade with warm hands were red, and he almost grabbed the medical soldier by the collar and screamed.

"He can't be saved. If I press down any more, his heart will be pushed out by me. The enemy's aerial bomb is too powerful. It will break. It will break." The medical soldier who was kneeling on the ground cried and murmured. .

Yes, the powerful aerial bomb not only used air waves to lift the soldier more than 20 meters out of the cab, but the violent energy also destroyed all his vitality at that moment.

The fact that he could hold on until now and die was because his will to survive was strong enough. His guest and his baby were in the countryside only thirty kilometers away from here.

Home is so close, but I can never go home again.

despair.

Everyone looked at the extremely sad military doctor with only despair.

Finally, there is still no one alive?

Is there anything sadder than going from hope to utter despair?

In an instant, all the soldiers present were in tears.

"Whatever you are crying for, swallow your tears for me." The young platoon leader, whose muscles twitched violently on his face, yelled suddenly, then bent down and silently held one end of the stretcher, "Let's go, Big Head, we are back."

Learning to accept sacrifice, Qian Dazhu finally grew up as his old squad leader hoped.

In the wilderness 2,000 meters away from the increasingly strong second lieutenant platoon leader, an equally young cavalry squad leader stood in front of the fallen man and horse, his figure as solid as a sculpture.

The black horse under him was desperately trying to hold its companion on the ground with its head, hoping that the extremely powerful companion who had bitten it could stand up.

But apparently, the horse was disappointed.