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

"Boss, is what you said true?" Someone asked in a low voice uncertainly.

"It's absolutely true! Commander Yang is leading his troops chasing devils all over the mountains and plains. I'm coming back to tell everyone the good news! We've won!" the brother shouted excitedly.

The mighty team of civilian husbands who were going to fight the little devil was silent for a few seconds, and then burst into cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

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The cheering civilian husbands are rushing to the battlefield at quicker pace, each of them is filled with joyful joy of victory on their faces, and their steps are brisk.

They didn't have to fight the little devils. The officers and soldiers of the Subei Corps won a big victory and wiped out the invading devils. This sudden surprise made them very excited.

But when these mighty civilian husbands arrived at the battlefield, they were still shocked by the battlefield that was almost in ruins.

What was originally a large field has become completely unrecognizable. It is full of traces left after the bloody battle, and it extends to the darkness in the distance.

The ground was full of bomb craters that had been blasted open, and the scorched soil was scattered radially, and mutilated corpses were piled up around these craters.

The incendiary bombs had already burned the surrounding vegetation to ashes, and the charred remains of the remaining vegetation mixed with blood filled the battlefield with an indescribable smell that was disgusting.

There is no scene of holding up weapons and equipment and cheering to celebrate the victory after a big victory on the battlefield, and there is only a dead silence on the battlefield.

The ground was covered with corpses layer upon layer, and among these bloody and broken corpses, the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps, who had been battered out of strength, were covered in tattered military uniforms, limp and weak.

The brothers who can still walk are struggling among the corpses, looking for their officers with tears in their eyes, and looking for their brothers who died in battle. The battlefield is shrouded in grief and indignation.

The troops after a real bloody battle will not cheer for joy, because a real bloody battle will result in the death of a large number of officers and soldiers, and all the brothers who survived have almost no energy to speak, and many of them fell to the ground and fell asleep because of exhaustion.

And those so-called cheering scenes are just fabricated scenes. When the brothers around you fall one by one beside you, the survivors can't laugh, they can only grieve.

The real joy of victory belongs to those who write articles, to those high-ranking officials behind the scenes toasting their cups, and to those parades who chanted the war of resistance and national salvation. After the bloody battle, the battlefield has only pain and no joy.

"Everyone split up, carry the wounded down first, and then find the remains of our fallen brothers..."

Those survivors after the bloody battle just glanced at the cheering civilians who arrived on the battlefield before turning their heads away. Silence was their language, and the deputy battalion commander Luo Feng was in charge of cleaning the battlefield.

Deputy Battalion Commander Luo Feng's military uniform was rotten and hairy, his blood had solidified, and he exuded an unspeakable smell. His Ghost Head Saber had already cut a gap, and he was now commanding the cleanup of the battlefield.

The peasants were divided into teams and began to disperse onto the battlefield like a stream of water. Stepping on the slippery and sticky ground, the joy on each of their faces disappeared.

This is such a bloody battle. In the past, they only knew victory and scolded the retreating army. Now they know that it is such a price to win a victory.

Most of the officers and soldiers who had previously marched to the battlefield singing military songs neatly were lying mutilated on the battlefield with their eyes closed forever.

Seeing those officers and soldiers who were bombed with only half their bodies left, some civilian husbands couldn't help their faces covered with tears.

Whoever said that the Chinese soldiers did not resist is turning black and white!From Shanghai to the present, that battle was not a bloody battle. It was not a bloody battle. It is a pity that the officers and soldiers who died in the battle could not survive to defend themselves. They will lie forever on the land where they fought.

Many officers and soldiers of the Subei Corps rushed towards the devils with grenades in their arms. While killing the devils, they were also smashed to pieces.

The civilians who were in charge of collecting the remains on the battlefield had to find the broken bodies out of the bloody water, put them together, and then wrapped them in broken military uniforms and carefully placed them on the edge of the battlefield.

Many officers and soldiers were bombed to the bone, and it was difficult to distinguish their original faces from the continuous explosions. The hands of the civilians who collected the bodies were shaking.

Many officers and soldiers almost died together with the little devils. They wrestled together and rolled in the muddy paddy fields, and finally died due to excessive bleeding.

But until the moment of their death, they still clung to each other's neck and did not let go. This was a real bloody battle.

The fighting power of the Chinese officers and soldiers at the moment of national survival is astonishing. They know that they cannot retreat. They are Chinese soldiers, and behind them are the people of the whole country.

The peasants held torches and worked on the battlefield all night. They carefully searched out the remains of all the dead officers and soldiers, and placed them neatly on one side of the battlefield.

Although the corpses were collected, the burnt black ground and the blood in the mud pond would not forget that there was a bloody battle here.

It was dawn, and the original appearance of the battlefield could already be seen. The civilian husbands who had been busy all night looked at so many corpses, and couldn't help crying. These were the soldiers who protected them, so they disappeared.

The dark clouds in the sky are pressing down on the bottom, just like the ghosts of the brothers who are not far away, leaving this land not far away for a long time.

No one cheered, and there was no joy. The surviving officers and soldiers lay on the corpses and cried until they were exhausted, and finally fell asleep because of exhaustion.

Every civilian who came to help clean up the battlefield had a solemn expression. They had seen the cruelty of war, and they also knew that Chinese officers and soldiers defended their peace with flesh and blood.

The corpses of the devil soldiers were collected and burned with a big fire, billowing black smoke straight into the sky.

But the Chinese officers and soldiers who died in battle were carefully brought back to Jieshou. Those little daughter-in-laws who stayed in Jieshou who were unwilling to leave, and old people who came to see them off spontaneously sent paper money flying all over the sky.

"Brothers, you sacrificed your life for the country, and you died well! You are the bravest Chinese soldiers! You have been, are now, and will be in the future! Everyone walks together on Huangquan Road and takes care of each other. We will go down to drink with you in the future!"

The old soldier looked hoarse and choked as he watched the piles of mud cover the bodies of his brothers.

"Bang bang bang..." A row of rifles sounded, and the brothers who were seeing off were full of grief.

"Brothers, don't worry. From now on, your parents will be our parents. As long as the brothers are still alive, they will take care of them until the end of their lives. If anyone dares to bully your wives and children, I will send them to you." He is going to heaven!"

"Bang bang bang..."

The blue smoke from the muzzle of the gun was lingering, and the bullets roared into the sky, startling the jackdaws looking for food to flutter around.

"You have been fighting for so long and haven't rested. Go down and have a good rest and sleep. When I am tired, brother, I will go down to accompany you."

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"Bang bang bang!"

Paper money was flying all over the sky, and the Chinese officers and soldiers standing in front of the graves of the fallen brothers kept firing their guns into the sky to see off the departing brothers, and the people who came spontaneously cried together.

"Sir, rest assured that our village will guard the fallen bosses here for generations. Our descendants also know that there are a group of Chinese soldiers who died here! Every year, they come to burn paper for them..."

"Anyone of you who tells us where the fallen bosses are buried will be expelled from the family tree!"

In the enemy-occupied areas, because they were worried that their burial places would be destroyed by traitors and devils in the future, they did not dare to erect monuments. Like most of the time, just digging a big pit and building a new grave is also very helpless. .

Although the brothers died fighting for the country, they had to be buried hastily. Perhaps decades later, people found their remains, but they didn't know that they were a group of soldiers who died fighting for the country, but let them rest in peace. Let's guard this land quietly.

They fought desperately not to become heroes remembered by future generations, but to save the nation from peril, so that the nation would not die.

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On the road south of Jieshou, a long queue of devil convoys were parked on the road, and a large number of devils with guns were scattered in the fields on both sides of the road to guard, and machine guns were also set up at some dangerous commanding heights.

Major Nishihara Tengxiong, the artillery brigade captain of the Sano detachment, was ordered to lead the artillery brigade from Gaoyou to the north to support the Hirayama infantry brigade, which was blocked from attacking.

It is a pity that the road leading to Baoying has been completely destroyed by the Subei Guerrilla Corps, and a huge horizontal ditch will be dug and filled with water almost every 200 meters.

Faced with such rotten roads, the convoy dragging heavy mountain cannons had to send engineers to repair the dug-out roads for the convoy to pass through.

But the destructive power of the Subei Guerrilla Corps was too great. The devil's engineers had been rushing to repair it all day long, but their convoy had only advanced less than ten kilometers.

But the Xiyuan Brigade couldn't leave the convoy behind, because they were originally an artillery unit, and if they couldn't transport the cannons to the front line, it would be like losing their food.