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

Whether he was sleeping or eating, the smoke and dust from the bombed buildings and the brothers who died on the battlefield were always in the mind of the old smoker. These scenes waved back and forth like magic barriers don't go.

Thinking of the arrogance of the devils bombing Nanjing unscrupulously, the old smoker felt an unknown fire in his heart. You came to beat me when I was in Shanghai, and you came to bomb me when I was in Nanjing. Isn’t this bullying?

Old Smoker started his restorative training in silence. Every morning, he ran around the forest of the wounded soldier's hospital, sweating profusely. The abnormal behavior of Old Smoker made Fatty Tian San full of doubts. This is a good blessing. Why do you have to suffer that crime?

Days are still days, day by day, but since the devil plane bombed Nanjing that day, everything has changed.

The old smoker trained himself even harder, and with the food and drink provided by the condolence group, the originally thin and crooked body has gradually become leaner, and he walks vigorously, but the expression on his face The smile was even less, Fatty Tian San knew that Old Smoker was hiding something in his heart, he asked, Old Smoker didn't say anything, just asked him to follow the training.

In addition to the restorative training, the old smoker would go to listen to the young students reading newspapers to the wounded soldiers every afternoon. The contents of the newspapers were mostly about the battle situation on the front line.

From these newspapers, the old smoker smelled something unusual, that is, a few days ago, there was a certain unit sneaking up on the devils at night to regain their positions, but in recent days, all the defense lines were in emergency, and all the members of a certain unit died heroically. , and later turned into a big retreat, but the report is still optimistic, calling it a strategic retreat, as long as we are united, we will fight back!

The old smoker is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very shrewd. After more than ten years of fighting in the grassroots of the army, he has long been tired of hearing the words of those fools on the peak. It is bullshit to fight back in the future. , If he can defend it, he will retreat, so he guessed that the front line is very close.

The old smoker asked someone to inquire about the situation of his old army, but he only heard that he was going to Songjiang to deploy defenses, and then there was no news. As time went by, the relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense.

First, the frequency of air defense sirens began to increase. It used to be once a few days, but now it has become several times a day. The planes of those devil soldiers circled the airspace near Nanjing like crows, bombing important facilities and positions.

The security of the wounded soldier's hospital where Old Smoker and the others stayed has also increased a lot. Originally, the two anti-aircraft machine guns were covered by rainproof cloth. These days, the rainproof cloth was also taken off, ready to fight at any time.

But what should come is still here. At noon one day, a few devil planes found the hospital for wounded soldiers hidden in the woods, and flew straight over. The two anti-aircraft machine guns in the bunker outside the hospital were firing loudly, covering the hospital. transfer.

Although the two anti-aircraft machine guns resisted bravely, they were too weak in the end. They were blown into a pile of fragments by the Devil's plane, and the hospital for wounded soldiers in the woods became a mess, and more than 100 people died.

The officers above felt that it was not safe to set up the hospital for wounded soldiers in the woods, so they asked to move to another more secluded place. Old Smoker and the others followed suit. The mood of Old Smoker became more and more serious day by day during the busy days.

The old smoking guns and the wounded soldiers don’t know whether they were forgotten or there were other arrangements. No one came to inform them to return to the construction. Deterioration, less laughter and laughter, and a layer of haze shrouded everyone's hearts.

"Get up and help! Get up and help!" One night when the old smoker was falling asleep in a daze, someone broke into their tent and yelled at them.

Fatty Tian San was cursing and unwilling to get up: "What are you doing? This keeps people from sleeping."

"Get up and help move the wounded!"

Old Smoker and others walked out of the tent in disheveled clothes, and saw that the entrance of the wounded soldiers hospital was brightly lit in the dark, and a pair of cars drove over at some point, and the dazzling light was the headlights.

"Don't be dazed, come and carry the wounded!" The doctors in white coats yelled at Old Smoker and them.

The old smoker and the others followed a doctor to the back of a car. As the curtain was lifted, a big smell of blood rushed to the face, making Ning people sick.

Wounded soldiers, a car full of wounded soldiers are piled up in the narrow car like goods at this moment, the smell is filled with blood, the wounded soldiers are wailing and screaming, many of them are dying, the scene is so horrible that the old smoker feels his scalp numb .

Everyone started to unload the car in a hurry, and they didn't care about the dark red blood all over their bodies. These wounded soldiers didn't have time to distinguish the severity of the wounded. Perhaps the journey was bumpy, and those bloody and bloody people had already died when they got off the car. .

The doctors were ruthless and frightening at the moment. They waved their hands mercilessly at the seriously wounded and screaming wounded soldiers: "I'm afraid they won't be able to be saved. Put them aside and save the ones that can be saved first."

Old Smoker looked at the seriously wounded and bleeding soldiers who were carried away to the open space, howling and moaning. When they got up in the morning, they were all dead, and the soldiers of the guard company were digging a big pit beside them for burial.

Old Smoker looked at those seriously wounded who died of blood holes, arms and legs, and cursed those doctors in his heart as cold-blooded beasts, but when he saw the emaciated faces, they looked like they were fished out of blood. When I was with the doctors, the cursing in my heart also became weaker.

For several days in a row, a large number of wounded soldiers were sent to the hospital for low-injured soldiers every day. Tens of thousands of people were slightly injured and seriously injured.

The original hospital for wounded soldiers was overcrowded, and the doctors were so busy that their feet were not touching the ground. Several doctors had bloodshot eyes and fainted while rescuing the wounded soldiers, never waking up again.

There were not many wounded soldiers who could survive. Most of them were carried in with blood and flesh, and then carried out with stiff limbs. The number of wounded soldiers increased suddenly. The hospital for wounded soldiers was already full. The wounded soldiers who were still panting learned that they were sent down from the front line of Jiangyin, Changzhou. The devils were attacking this line of defense, and the front line was very difficult.

The good days of the old smokers and the others did not last long. During lunch one day, a thin military officer with a grim face arrived at the wounded soldiers hospital and asked all the wounded soldiers who had recovered to gather.

More than 300 wounded and wounded soldiers gathered in the open space of the hospital. The thin officer didn't say anything, but waved his big hand in greeting: "Everyone get in the car!"

"Sir, where are we going?" Someone mustered up the courage to ask the skinny officer with a cold face before getting into the car.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, you'll know when you get to the ground."

In this way, the old smoking gun and the others arrived at a camp overgrown with grass under the bumps of the car. After the car left them, they left without looking back. Let them look at each other in dismay, what are they doing in the wilderness?

Soon another car arrived, pulling many childish young people back and forth several times, adding up to more than 2000 people.

"Everyone line up to get the bullets!" It was the thin, cold-faced officer who spoke.

Main text Chapter 172 Returning to the front line

Amid the chaos and noise, the old smoker received a brand-new [-]-[-] rifle and dozens of bullets. His big rough hands stroked the heavy and cold rifle, and he couldn't put it down. I feel empty and insecure.

"All officers above the company commander, come and assemble!" Old Smoker took the bullets and just found a place to sit down, when the cold-faced officer started yelling again.

The old smoker was the company commander when he was in the 61st Division. Although he was injured and sent to the wounded soldier hospital in the rear, his rank was still there, so he immediately patted the mud on his buttocks and stood up.

The cold-faced officer still didn't talk much. After introducing the current situation with a few simple words, he immediately acted to divide the troops among these company commanders.

Looking at the more than 80 people standing crookedly in front of him, the old smoker frowned and sighed. Except for more than 20 veterans who returned from injury, the rest were all young people who had not lost their childishness.

These young people are all student soldiers who volunteered to join the army. Many of them are full of enthusiasm, but they have never even touched a gun.

They don't know how to use their guns at the moment, and they want to take these untrained people to the battlefield. The old smoker can imagine the ending with his eyes closed, but now the army has lost too much, and the supply of troops is tense for a while, so the student soldiers Supplementing the troops is also a helpless move. How many of these people will survive can only depend on luck.

The veterans were appointed as platoon leaders by the old smoking gun, and they immediately took action to teach the student soldiers how to use guns. Although being able to shoot guns and being able to shoot accurately are two different things, but now time is urgent, they can only be dead horses as living horse doctors, and they can teach them how to use guns. What degree is what degree.

"Commander, where are we going?"

Fatty Tian San was a veteran who had fought on the front line in Shanghai, so he also served as a platoon leader at the moment, so he approached the frowning old smoker to inquire about the situation.

The old smoker replied: "Mr. Liu has already said that we will add to the Jiangyin Changzhou front line to reorganize the defense line."

Although the fat man had already guessed in his heart, when he heard that the old smoker was sure, his heart still shuddered. Thinking of the miserable conditions of the wounded who were pulled down from the front by the car these days, the fat on his face began to twitch. have to.

Although Fatty had also fought devils head-to-head on the front line, he had lived a comfortable life in the back for a long time, and when he heard about where he was going to go to the bloody battlefield, he inevitably felt a little bit resistant.

"But don't worry, we are not fighting alone. I heard that many of our troops are concentrated over there. This time it may not be to die." Seeing the fat man's pale face, the old smoker comforted him by patting him on the shoulder.

The fat man nodded. Now that the matter has come to an end, it is useless even if he regrets and wants to run away. Those armed policemen standing around are not vegetarians.

The news that they will go to Jiangyin and Changzhou to stop the devils on the front line has spread, and the veterans who returned from their injuries all fell silent in silence because they knew that there must be another bloody battle.

The newly recruited student soldiers were gearing up excitedly, ready to do a lot of work. After all, no matter how loud the slogan was, only those who fought against devils with real knives and guns would be the real way to kill the enemy and serve the country.

Meals are served at about five or six o'clock in the evening. After leaving the hospital, it is difficult to enjoy the treatment of wounded soldiers. Dinner is salted rice. Even if it is simple, it can only guarantee one bowl for each person. The veterans knew that they were about to go to the battlefield, and they all licked the bottom of their bowls clean. Who knew if this was the last meal of their lives.

After dinner, the order came down, and all the companies started to set off. One company after another marched mightily holding torches, majestic and majestic like a long dragon winding on the dark land.

After walking south for about half an hour, the troops stopped, because there was no road ahead, and the dark air-conditioning hit people, and they had already reached the ferry by the Yangtze River.

There were a lot of large and small boats parked on the ferry, densely covered with the ferry, and the lights were brightly lit at the moment. The cold-faced officer went to negotiate and ordered the troops to start boarding.

The old smoking guns are the No.11 company. More than 80 people from the whole company boarded a merchant ship pulling goods. The ship sailed away from the shore amidst the shaking, slowly drifted to the middle of the river, and began to head east along the current. drive.

The wind was strong at night, and it was dark everywhere. The old smoker sat on the bow and looked around. He could only see the lights hanging on the boats behind. The whole fleet went down the river and went straight to Jiangyin.