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

"I'm afraid the gods are not as good as us."

They stayed here to eat and drink, and before they had to go to the battlefield to fight the devils, the old smoker suddenly wanted to stay here and didn't want to leave.

In addition to those people and students who come to the wounded soldiers hospital with a lot of condolences every now and then, those senior officers in uniform will also go to the hospital to express their concern and condolences to these wounded soldiers. For these solemn senior generals, the old smoking gun They didn't dare to enjoy the treatment of wounded soldiers like those ordinary patriotic people joking with students, but put away their minds and stood at attention to salute.

These senior generals also politely raised their hands in return, and encouraged them: "You shed your blood in the war for the country, and you can rest in peace of mind. If you have any requests, just ask."

The old smoking gun struggled for a long time before opening his mouth cautiously: "Then I want a dry smoking gun, can I?"

These high-ranking generals were stunned for a few seconds before laughing, making the old smoker feel embarrassed, thinking that they had said something wrong, and hastily added: "I don't want it, I don't want it anymore."

A person wearing the rank of lieutenant general said: "What should I ask for? We can still meet this requirement."

"Adjutant Liu, go back and buy a good tobacco gun for this brother, and bring him some tobacco."

"Yes!" The adjutant smiled and agreed.

"Thank you, sir!" Old Smoker didn't expect these officers to be so approachable, so he hurriedly thanked them.

"Heal your wounds well, and continue to fight devils!" The lieutenant general patted Old Smoker on the shoulder, then turned to talk to the other wounded.

Faced with the encouragement, an inexplicable force suddenly surged in the old smoker's heart, and now he can't wait to go back and fight the devils.

These high-ranking officials did not bring condolences, and directly gave money to these wounded soldiers, but it was not oceans but French currency. He said to me: "Company commander, let's go to the city for a walk?"

"Let's go shopping, let's see what Nanjing City is like." With money in hand and confidence, he nodded and agreed.

Before the old smoker, he wanted to visit Shanghai and see the prosperity of the big city, but before he had the opportunity to go, he started fighting the devils, carrying himself to death in muddy trenches every day, crawling in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. There was no chance. I made up my mind to visit Nanjing no matter what this time, otherwise wouldn't it be a pity.

Body 1 Chapter Seventy War Atmosphere

After nearly a month of recuperation, the injury on Old Smoker's arm is almost healed. The blood hole from the bullet has begun to scab, and the bandage has been removed. Although he can't use his strength, the hospital bed can no longer hold him , alive and kicking all day to find other wounded and sick to drink tea and chat. ??

Fatty Tian San's ass stabbed by the devil is also very good. These days, those patriotic people and students bring delicious food to feed him. Fatty's waist has grown a lot, and he can walk. Like a big bear.

Although the injury is almost healed, the days in the wounded soldier hospital are really comfortable. The old smoker and the fat man want to enjoy the lazy face here for a few more days. Since no one chased them away, they should continue to stay.

However, I am used to the tense training and life rhythm in the army, and now my injury is almost healed, and I have nothing to do all day long, so the old smoker thought about going to Nanjing. After all, it is also the capital of the Republic of China, so it is quite Rather fascinated.

He went to find Fatty Tian San, who was surrounded by a group of female students, and was talking about how he single-handedly slashed devils. In the eyes of those female students, Fatty Yanran became a world-saving hero.

The old smoker sneered, he was so fucking good at bragging, he didn't even have a bullet hole in his body except for a knife in his ass, how could there be such a hero?

In the eyes of the old smoker, the wounds and bullet holes all over his body are the best honor, and the fat man is no match at all, but he is stupid, and he is not as foolish as the fat man's clever mouth. Give him half, and he doesn't bother to expose the fat man.

"Fatty, I have something to ask you." Old Smoker coughed and interrupted Fatty's heroic deeds of beating devils that he had to repeat several times a day.

Seeing the old smoker standing not far away, the fat man blushed in embarrassment, and waved to the female students who admired him: "Go and listen to the stories of the other brothers first, and I will tell you later."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for these patriotic female students to react, they had already walked up to the old smoker, and asked with a smile, "Company commander, what do you want from me?"

The old smoker pulled the fat man to a secluded place and pointed to Nanjing City in the distance: "Do you want to go shopping in the city?"

"Think about it, when will I go, my money is going to die." The fat man patted his bulging pocket, which contained the rewards for wounded soldiers of the officials who came to condolences in recent days.

"It's still early, let's go now." Old Smoker thought for a while and replied.

Although the old smoking guns and the others are wounded soldiers, their activities are limited to the hospital. If they want to sneak out, they have to find another way, because there are hospital guards and soldiers guarding outside. deserter.

I figured out that the hospital is not a problem for the old smoker. He is a fellow villager with the company commander of the security. He looked embarrassed, but he didn't want to lose face in front of his fellow villagers.

After thinking about it for a while, he agreed to let the old smoker and the fat man go out for a stroll, but he had to come back before dark, and finally he was worried, so he kindly sent a guard surnamed Liu to go with them, saying that it was for the old man. Smoking guns and they act as guides, but in fact the role of monitoring is more obvious.

The old smoking gun and the fat man took off their tattered and dirty military uniforms, and put on the old padded clothes brought by the guard surnamed Liu. After tidying up, the three of them left the hospital for wounded soldiers and went straight to Nanjing City.

The distance from the Hospital for Wounded Soldiers to Nanjing City is not far. The National Defense Highway along the way is crowded with civilians fleeing with large bags and small bags. Those military vehicles covered with curtains keep honking their horns. The road is chaotic and chaotic. Let the old smokers have an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

But this is just a small episode, the old smoking gun can even see the dead on the battlefield, these scenes of refugees fleeing only have a slight impact on the mood, and then it is replaced by the excitement of going to the city.

Led by the guards surnamed Liu, they walked around the path to the gate of the city, where sandbags were already piled up and barbed wire fences were erected. The muzzles of anti-aircraft machine guns lined up in the bunkers stood tall, and soldiers with German helmets were waiting for them. The old smoker felt a hint of the atmosphere of war.

Old Smoker murmured in his heart that with such powerful firepower, even if the little devil arrived in Nanjing, he might not be able to please him, so he felt inexplicably relieved.

"My dear, this city wall is so high." Fatty Tian San looked up at the majestic city wall of Nanjing and praised it in admiration. It is much more magnificent than the city wall of their county. To build such a high and thick city wall, I am afraid it will cost a lot of money Bar.

Seeing that the fat man looked like he had never seen the world, the old smoker scolded: "Look at how promising you are, don't embarrass me."

The guard surnamed Liu also smiled and said nothing, and greeted them to walk into the city.

The Nanjing government has temporarily moved to Chongqing, a large number of party and government agencies, schools and factories have also been relocated, and the people in Nanjing have also begun to move under the command of officials at all levels.

But Nanjing is a big city after all, the seat of the central government, those tall buildings, wide and smooth roads make the old smoker feel comfortable walking.

Although the transfer has already started, the city is still bustling, with colorful signboards row upon row, shops selling gadgets that have never been seen before, and the graceful figures of women in cotton cheongsam walking on the street make the old smokers stare straight at them. I thought to myself that if I marry such a woman and go home to be my wife, I will be accused even if I die.

But they still have self-knowledge, and they can only feast their eyes on these gorgeous women. If they really marry and go home, they may not be able to support them with their pitiful military salary.

The old smoker has been working in the army for these years, and at most he would go to a small county town for a stroll. Walking in this magnificent city of Nanjing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, proud of himself as a Chinese. feel proud.

Just when Old Smoker was feeling proud, the air defense siren in the city blew, and the ear-piercing sound made the pride in Old Smoker's heart disappear without a trace. It's not safe to live anywhere.

A large group of ghost soldiers' planes were as dark as crows, showing their ferocious faces from the clouds, and the roaring sound of the motors could be heard from far away.

"Hurry up and hide!" The guard surnamed Liu pulled the old smoker and they were about to hide, but at this moment the fat Tian San jumped up excitedly.

"Our plane! Our plane!"

The old smoker looked up, and more than a dozen planes flew up from the northwest to meet the plane of the devil soldiers and rushed up, which made the old smoker excited.

When I was in Shanghai, China's own planes fought fiercely with the devils in the sky at the beginning, but then they retreated due to too much loss, and finally lost the air supremacy. Now seeing their own planes fighting again, the old smoker can't help but feel a little moist.

Anti-aircraft weapons deployed all over Nanjing rang out one after another, spraying clouds of black mist on the attack route of the Devil's plane. The frontmost Devil's plane wobbled and failed to stabilize, and finally fell down with black smoke There were huge cheers in the streets.

"Fight! Fight!" There were already many people standing on the street, watching their own plane heroically charging into the enemy group, each of them clenched their fists and began to cheer.

The air battle in the sky lasted less than 10 minutes. After the Chinese planes were outnumbered and three of them fell, the others retreated one after another. Seeing that the Devils planes had unscrupulously controlled the sky over Nanjing and began to throw bombs, the old smoker held his breath in his heart. , some chest tightness and shortness of breath.

The devil plane dropped bombs like laying eggs, rumbling explosions rang out in the city, those magnificent buildings were also smashed, and collapsed, stirring up smoke and dust all over the sky, many places caught fire, and many people were killed On the street, the old smokers creaked their fists, their eyes were red, but there was nothing they could do.

The devils dropped bombs, then swooped down and fired again, until the ammunition ran out, and then they swaggered away. The bustling streets in Nanjing were already in a mess. A large number of military police came to the streets in cars and began to maintain order and collect the corpses, watching them The familiar look should be used to it.

"Shall we still go shopping?" Looking at the messy street, the fat man tugged on the old smoker's sleeve and asked.

The devil still wanted to go shopping after bombarding the old smoker, and panicked with aggrieved heart, so he said with a sullen face, "Let's go back."

Main text Chapter 171 The situation is not good

Old Smoker and Fatty Tian San went to Nanjing because of the disturbance and bombing by the Devil plane, and they broke up. They returned to the wounded soldier's hospital sullenly, always feeling uncomfortable in their hearts. ??