The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Let's go, hurry back to the team." Qin Shou didn't say much, and only greeted the little fellow Luo Wen, and hurried onto the main road, counting the number of people and continuing to move forward.

The devil's plane only blew up a few cars transporting wounded soldiers, while the brothers in Yang Ling's regiment were not injured except for a few panicked brothers who were scratched while hiding because of fear.

Before being bombed by the Devil planes, the brothers walked past the ragged friendly troops that had withdrawn from the roadside, pointing and discussing the embarrassment of the friendly troops. The atmosphere is relaxed.

However, after witnessing the cruelty of the war, and looking at those friendly army officers and soldiers who leaned against the wall and dozed off or smoked with dull eyes, they no longer had the relaxed state they had before, but respected them. gaze.

It was these distressed officers and soldiers who fought bloody battles on the front line and desperately killed the devils, so that these passionate young people could march and shout slogans in a stable rear.

The ridiculous thing is that most of the time they cursed and blamed the incompetence of the frontline soldiers, which led to the fall of large areas of the country and failed again and again.

But now they are also on the battlefield, seeing those skinny officers and soldiers, the devil planes showing off their might, bomb craters full of water, and burning villages, they realize how difficult it is for the officers and soldiers on the front line.

Under such difficult conditions, they were able to fight bloody and unyielding little devils. Whether they were living or dead officers and soldiers, they should be respected, because they had bravely fought and killed the little devils.

Regardless of whether they have been defeated repeatedly, they are at least much nobler than those who only know how to talk or criticize them, because they have shed blood and sacrificed for this country and nation.

Text Chapter 567 The Tragic Battlefield

The dark gunpowder smoke covered the entire battlefield, and the distant mountains and near forests were shrouded in a haze, only the outlines could not be seen clearly.

The sharp whistling sound of shells tearing through the air rang out from time to time, and the glare from the explosion was dazzling. The engulfing air wave engulfed a large amount of gravel and sand and rose into the air along with the black smoke, leaving shocking craters on the ground.

The dense gunshots came from the looming smoke, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, sometimes in the distance, sometimes in the vicinity, making every recruit who arrived on the battlefield tense, dizzy and unaware of the battlefield. How vast is it.

The veterans walking in the queue were calm and composed. Although gunshots sounded from time to time in the nearby smoke, they did not have the slightest worry.

After a bloody battle, most of the time, because the battlefield is covered by gunpowder smoke, you can't see how wide it is, and you can't see the enemy clearly. Most of the time, you need to use your ears to distinguish carefully.

Veterans with outstanding abilities can judge the number of enemies by the sound of gunfire, whether they are friendly troops or devils. Of course, the battlefield situation is complicated, and it may not be accurate every time, but most of the time it is close to ten.

"Bang—" There was a dull gunshot from the area on the left, and the light machine gun howled immediately.

The recruits who were marching towards the battlefield amidst the gunpowder smoke suddenly became agitated. Many of them fell to the ground in fright immediately, and some were busy pulling the bolts of their guns and preparing to shoot at the battle area that could not be seen clearly.

"Don't mess around, hide on the spot! Don't shoot without orders!"

The sudden sound of gunfire nearby made the recruits feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy, but the faces of the veterans in charge of each squad were calm, and the short and powerful voice was like a booster, which made the recruits relax a little bit from their tense bodies.

The firefight that happened nearby was very sudden, but it ended very quickly. After less than 2 minutes of crackling, the gunfire stopped suddenly.

The recruit Luo Wencai lay prone behind a ridge, trying to open his eyes wide to see clearly the situation in the long-lasting gunpowder smoke, but it was in vain.

The armies of both sides have been fighting fiercely on this battlefield for a week. The woods and valleys obstruct the circulation of the air, the gunpowder smoke can't dissipate, and the field of vision is greatly restricted.

The gunfire stopped, and the hidden brothers all stared closely at the direction of the exchange of fire except for their heavy breathing, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.

"Vice battalion, who won the battle?" Luo Wencai lightly touched Qin Shou, the deputy battalion commander lying next to him, and asked in a low voice cautiously.

Qin Shou withdrew his eyes from the gunpowder smoke, inserted the shelling gun back into the holster around his waist, and replied in a low voice: "Our people should have won."

Qin Shou had heard clearly just now that the seven or nine rifles were the first to fire. Although there was a crisp sound of three and eight guns during the exchange of fire, the Czech light machine gun was the last to stop.

"Vice battalion, if you can't see over there, how do you know our people won?" Luo Wencai, a recruit, said doubtfully.

Deputy Battalion Commander Qin Shou reached out his hand from his waist to take out the kettle, unscrewed the lid, took a sip of water, moistened his dry throat, and then answered slowly: "On the battlefield, we have to listen to all directions and see all directions. Always listen attentively to distinguish the difference between the devil's gunshots and our gunshots..."

After Qin Shou finished speaking, the new recruit Luo Wen suddenly realized. Looking at the calm veterans around him, his admiration for them rose to another level.

"If you want to survive, you still need to learn a lot." Qin Shou patted recruit Luo Wencai on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, then turned his head and waved to the captain and company commander Su Er who was lying not far away.

Su Er carried a [-] rifle and ran up to Qin Shou, lying on his side on the ground, and said, "Vice battalion officer, what are your orders?"

Qin Shou pointed to the place where the fire was exchanged just now and said, "Take a few brothers to see the situation."

"Yes." Su Er replied and went back stooping, and soon several veterans stooped and disappeared from the sight of the brothers while covering each other.

Soon there were footsteps in the invisible smoke, Su Er came back with his brothers, and behind them were more than a dozen unkempt comrades from the friendly army carrying stretchers.

Su Er signaled safety to Qin Shou from a distance. Qin Shou patted the dirt on his body and stood up, shouting to the distance, "Safe!"

The brothers stood up one after another, looking at a group of people coming from the battle area. They were all dirty and ragged, and they were already out of shape.

When they got closer, they could smell the sour smell all over their bodies. Several brothers who were bleeding like a fountain and didn't know whether they were dead or alive were carried on the stretcher, and they were trotting towards the back in a hurry.

The strong smell of blood flowed all the way along the place they walked. Looking at the brothers lying on the stretchers whose life and death were unknown, the brothers who were heading to the front line stepped aside one after another, with solemn expressions, watching them disappear from sight.

"A wave of little devils that infiltrated has been wiped out." Captain Su Er put the rifle on his shoulder again and casually reported to Deputy Battalion Commander Qin Shou.

Qin Shou and the devils have fought bloody battles on the battlefield countless times. The devils often send countless small troops to infiltrate their defenses. They also have many commandos who often sneak into the devils' positions and throw grenades. This is something they are used to, so they don't care .

Qin Shou ran to make a brief report to Yang Ling, confirming that the little devils had been wiped out, Yang Ling and the others did not stop, and the meandering team continued to move forward.

The high-spirited recruits before the departure had long since lost their previous enthusiasm, replaced by pale complexions and tense faces.

The team walked silently through the ruined battlefield. The hot air was oppressive and hot, and there was a stench from time to time.

Those corpses that were too late to clean up due to the fighting were discarded by the roadside and were rotten and smelly. It was only possible to tell whether they were our own people or devils from the dirty military uniforms and helmets, but most of them were devils who had been beaten to death.

Before the outcome of this battle is decided, the two sides have no time and energy to dispose of these corpses, and can only let them lie rotting in the mud.

The weather in September is extremely sweltering, and the corpses decompose quickly. Many corpses on the roadside are covered with flies. Whenever someone passes by, a large number of flies will fly up. If you look carefully, there are countless flies The white maggots were wriggling.

Seeing this scene, many recruits couldn't bear it, and vomited all the way until their feet became weak. When the veterans saw the recruits, they laughed and scolded them for being worthless.

If it was on the training ground, and the veterans ridiculed and scolded them like this, the recruits would definitely refute their self-esteem, but now they can't help vomiting when they open their mouths, how can they have the time to answer the ridicule of the veterans.

The team kept moving forward, about four or five miles in the thick fog, the gunshots in front became intense, and the messenger on the scrawny horse once again gave the order to hide and stand by on the spot.

"It's all going to the bomb crater over there."

The grassroots officers shouted and drove the recruits to jump into shocking craters. These craters were left a few days ago, and the bottom of the crater was already filled with a puddle of dirty water.

But now the recruits don't care about that much anymore. They jump into the bomb crater one after another, panting heavily, like making dumplings.

Text Chapter 568 Defense

The fully armed brothers quietly hid in the bomb craters everywhere. Through the dark gunpowder smoke, they could see the explosion flames rising in front of them.

The battlefield ahead seemed to have become a dark red purgatory. From time to time, things were blown up, thrown high and then fell.

The shells wrapped in the breath of death made a sharp whistling sound and missed the brothers from time to time, blasting the rotting corpses and charred mud into all directions.

The roar of the explosion made the brothers' ears ring, and the choking smell of gunpowder smoke and the nauseating stench in the air made the brothers open their mouths and breathe, like a fish out of water, as if about to suffocate.

The heavy atmosphere of the battlefield made every brother's face tense, tightly clutching the only weapon that made him feel safe, and the cannonballs with the breath of death had shattered all the rhetoric they had said when they joined the army.

As the old soldier said, on such a cruel battlefield, any rhetoric is bullshit. If you want to kill a devil, you must first live.