The War of Resistance

Two days later, Shang Zhen and his team appeared beside a vast expanse of white water, which could also be said to be beside a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Shang Zhen was lost in thought, but his soldiers were already looking at each other in astonishment.

The white water is two to three hundred meters wide from north to south, but longer from east to west. According to Northeastern dialect, it is a big bubble.

There was nothing interesting about the white water. What shocked the soldiers was that to the south of the bubble where they were standing, or right in front of their eyes, there were corpses lying among the woods and mounds on the shore. , those are the corpses of Chinese officers and soldiers.

Because of the excessive blood flow, the land has turned into a dark color.

And right in the middle of the corpse, many people and soldiers were busy carrying the corpse into a depression.

That would be fine if that were the case, but now that the weather has turned warm, there are actually a few flies buzzing around on the corpses of the fallen soldiers.

"I haven't been here for two days and the fight is actually over!" Behind Shang Zhen, Ma Chuncai murmured with his mouth wide open.

This is exactly the battlefield they saw two days ago where China and Japan were fighting each other across the water!

When they first arrived here, Shang Zhen and the others also doubted whether they were looking for the wrong place.

But the facts proved that there was nothing wrong. Not far from them was a long and narrow quagmire, and on the other side of the quagmire were woods.

Some trees in the forest have been broken, and distant mountains can be seen from the gaps between the trees.

So does it need to be said which forest is that? That was the woods that had been hit by Japanese tanks two days ago, and the distant mountains were exactly the hills where they set up heavy machine guns.

The Japanese army originally wanted to use tanks to clear the forest to clear the way for the Japanese heavy machine gun fire in the distance, but the heavy machine gun squad was ambushed and attacked by Shang Zhen and the others.

"Look, there's a Japanese tank at the other end." Qingfeng Li pointed to the depths of the woods and said.

The soldiers looked where Qingfeng Li was pointing, and they actually saw a corner of the tank peeking out from the gap between the trees.

But it was obvious that the tank had been scrapped. The cover on the turret was lifted, and a Japanese soldier was lying on it with his head down.

"Oh, the Japanese tanks have been killed!" Big Boss said excitedly.

The old man's skills are indeed good, and he is also big and round.

But the veterans have reminded him on a daily basis, even though you look like a black iron tower, that's just a way of saying that if you encounter a little devil's tank, you have to hide far away. Iron bastard, you, the Black Iron Tower, are so meaty that you can't beat them!

"You guys boasted so much about the Japanese tanks and cars, why don't you just lie down now? I don't know how they were killed." The old idiot continued.

There is a saying that reality is like a big dye vat. It hasn’t been long since the old man took off his monk’s robe, but now he has also learned to use vulgar words. “Awesome” is not called “awesome” but “awesome”. “How did you get killed?” "has also become "how was he killed".

Of course, there is a saying in later generations that "the army is a big furnace", but that refers to the people's soldiers.

"How did you get killed?" Ma Erpao said angrily, "Is there any other way besides holding bundles of grenades and drilling down?"

Ma Erpao understood that holding a cluster grenade to blow up a Japanese tank was a tragedy, but it was a pity that the Big Boss had a different understanding from him when it came to blowing up tanks.

"Then, the man who blew up the tank is a great hero!" Big Dumber said.

"Holy shit!" Ma Erpao was enraged by Big Boss's words, "The one who blew up the tank would be worse than this dead one. If it explodes, no bones or bruises will be found!"

"Give way! Give way! If you don't want to work, lean over!" When another soldier carrying a body passed by Shang Zhen and the others, an officer of the Forty Army shouted.

Shang Zhen and the others naturally gave way, and Shang Zhen continued thoughtfully, while all the soldiers' eyes stayed on the dead body being carried.

Of course, the deceased was also a soldier of their Forty Army. The fatal wound was unknown, but the intestines in his abdomen had already flowed out. Looking further up, although the bombing of the Japanese aircraft and artillery also made him look disgraced, he was also disgraced. It's hard to hide the youthfulness on his face.

Young soldiers like Xu Shenwei and Dong Qiu felt a sense of sadness when they looked at them, while other veterans, although their faces were calm, also had unbearable expressions in their eyes.

"Which section are you from?" At this time, the officer who had previously shouted for them to get out of the way came over.

Veterans like Lao Qiuzi and Lu Yichun looked at Shang Zhen, but when they saw Shang Zhen looking down into the distance with a thoughtful expression and no intention of answering, it was Lao Qiuzi who finally said: "We are from the 252nd Regiment. "

"From the 252nd Regiment?" The officer glanced at Old Qiuzi in surprise, and then looked at them one by one.

"Sir, we were ordered to carry out a mission and happened to pass by here." Lao Qiuzi replied hurriedly.

Upon hearing Old Qiuzi's answer, the soldiers in his group were slightly startled, and some even looked at each other.

Does that look mean that we are just being ordered to perform a mission? Why didn't I know? do you know?

The officer looked at Shang Zhen and the others again. Seeing that they were not from his regiment and said they had missions, he didn't say anything more and walked away.

"Didn't you say we have a mission? Are you going to follow the dead man?" Only then did the old man lower his voice and said.

The soldiers suddenly realized, but Shang Zhen, who heard Lao Qiuzi's response but did not express his position, thought, "Sure enough, it is so."

What do you call an old soldier? Just like Lao Qiuzi.

"How come these brothers are called anti-Japanese heroes? Why do you ask them to praise anti-Japanese heroes?" Ma Chuncai teased in a low voice.

"Stop talking nonsense to me! We didn't get shot. If we did, let's lie down here. We are also heroes." Old Qiuzi said disapprovingly, and then he didn't forget to glance at Shang Zhen. At a glance, he thought to himself, I am not making the decision without permission, but you, the commander, did not say anything.

It stands to reason that the dead are the most important, and they should help carry the bodies of the fallen soldiers, but Lao Qiuzi doesn't think so. They are all fighting, so I don't carry the dead.

Shang Zhen was moved when he saw this glance from Lao Qiuzi. When he was about to say something, someone not far away shouted: "Sir! Sir!"

The voice sounded familiar, and when he looked up, he saw a soldier running over.

Shang Zhen was overjoyed. Of course he knew that soldier, just because that soldier was the correspondent He Gui whom they rescued two days ago.

Of course, Shang Zhen and the others would not appear on the battlefield rashly. He also sent He Gui and Li Qingfeng out first to find out the news.

When Li Qingfeng came back to report that the gunfire had stopped and the battle was over, Shang Zhen led his people and rushed over from their hiding place.

But He Gui went to other places alone to inquire about information.

"Sir, I have heard about the 252nd Regiment. It is disabled and has been assigned to the 253rd Regiment." He Gui reported when he rushed to Shang Zhen.

"Then is there any news about the 51st Army I asked you to inquire about?" Shang Zhen asked again.

Of course Shang Zhen didn't want to hang around like this all the time. He was from the Northeast Army, and he always had to find Wang Lao Mao and his own group.

"Sir, the 51st Army is still guarding the front line of the Huaihe River, but I heard someone said that a battalion with a northeastern accent went to the southwest two days ago." He Gui reported again.

A camp with a Northeastern accent? Shang Zhen pondered for a moment. No matter what, it was from the Northeast Army. Should he look for that battalion? But I want to go now, and there are more than thirty people under my command. Should I drag them all over? still--

Just now, Lao Qiuzi didn't want to listen to the command of the Forty Army officer and didn't want to work. Shang Zhen realized something. Didn't these guys plan to follow him all the time?

Shang Zhen was thinking about it, when someone next to him suddenly said: "Since we have assigned it to the 253rd Regiment, what mission do we have to perform? Hurry up and carry out the dead together!"

Shang Zhen looked up and saw that the person giving him the order was the officer of the Forty Army who had just been commanding at the scene.