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The troops rushing to the battlefield sang war songs, strode past the shattered wounded with straight chests, with disdain in their eyes, they didn't know that they were running towards death.
"All the wounded soldiers give way to Lao Tzu! Let's go there first!"
The officer in neat uniform watched the wounded soldiers crowding the pontoon bridge, with an impatient expression on his face, he trotted to the front and yelled at the wounded soldiers.
The pontoon bridge was still crowded with the wounded soldiers and the withdrawn troops, scrambling to withdraw, and the reinforcement troops on the battlefield were blocked at the ferry.
"boom!"
The officer pulled the trigger, and a puff of smoke came out from the black muzzle of the gun: "You all listen to me! Get out of the way quickly, or I will be rude!"
The howling wounded and dispirited soldiers were pushed away from the pontoon bridge, and then they looked numbly at the troops who entered the battlefield running past them one after another, splashing mud continuously, and the road was muddy.
Looking at the soldiers running past, a wounded soldier couldn't help asking loudly, "Which unit are you from?"
"The 62th division!"
"The 167th division!"
Looking at these soldiers who stepped into the battlefield with their chests upright, the wounded soldiers with decadent expressions kindly reminded: "Our 57th Division can't stop the devils. You will die if you go up, so you should run for your life."
"That's because your 57th Division's combat effectiveness is too poor. It depends on our 62nd Division to beat the little devils! You see, let's see how our 62nd Division beats the little devils." The people of the 62nd Division looked down on the wounded soldiers.
The troops of the 167th Division, who were also going to the front line, were suddenly unhappy: "Your 62nd Division is a bird, and our 167th Division is the strongest! If you have the ability, compare and see who is the best on the battlefield."
"Comparison, our 62nd Division is no better than your 167th Division. What a joke." The officers of the 62nd Division sneered.
"Brothers of the 62nd Division all stand up for me and cheer up! Let the brothers who have withdrawn from the friendly army see how we beat the devils!"
"Brothers of the 167th division! Run for me! Let's enter the battlefield first, don't let the 62nd division look down on you!"
The two troops going to the battlefield compete with each other and usually start to rush to the battlefield. The withdrawn troops shook their heads helplessly. They were all going to die. When they first stepped into the battlefield, they were so high-spirited. In just one day, most of the entire division was reimbursed. Had to withdraw in disgrace.
Looking at the troops crowded on the pontoon bridge, Luo Ziqiang showed no expression on his tired face. Holding his 500-cap rifle seized from the devils, he turned around and squeezed through the crowd, one foot deep and one shallow. From the muddy ferry to a small slope [-] meters away from the ferry.
Compared with the muddy crossing that was trampled by thousands of feet, the small dirt slope was much better, but the heavy rain last night made it still wet, and the remnants of the soldiers who had been withdrawn from the battlefield were nestled here waiting to cross the river.
"Company Commander Zhou, Platoon Leader Yang, I checked. There are a lot of people stuck at the ferry. We may have to wait if we want to cross the river." Luo Ziqiang sat down on the wet grass and pointed at the old smoking gun Talk to Yang Ling.
The old smoker's wrinkled face was full of sorrow, he took the cigarette holder off his mouth, and turned his head to Yang Ling who was sitting on the stone next to him: "I said Brother Yang, why don't we cross the river in another place, we are here I've been waiting all night, when will I have to wait?"
Yang Ling's eyes flicked over the gray and surging flow of people. He was very clear in his heart that the troops newly dispatched to the battlefield would not be able to stop the devil's attack. By tomorrow at the latest, all the positions on the left bank would fall. If you cross the river, you can only become a lamb to be slaughtered.
"Brother Yang, what are you talking about, how should we go?" Seeing that Yang Ling didn't say a word, the old smoker became a little anxious.
They withdrew with the No.18 Division to the rear to rest and finally escaped from that nightmare battlefield. They are now blocked here, and they feel more and more uneasy when they hear the gunfire behind them getting closer and closer.
Seeing the restless soldiers, Yang Ling took a deep breath and stood up: "The other ferries should be similar, we will cross the river from here."
"But the ferry is full of people. How long shall we wait?"
"Who said we were going to cross the river on the floating bridge?" Yang Ling asked back.
Luo Dayong looked at the rushing icy cold water, and shivered all over his body: "Brother Yang, if you swim over, you won't be frozen to death, besides, I can't swim either."
"That's right, I don't know how to swim either." The remnant soldiers agreed one after another, with worried expressions on their faces.
Of course, Yang Ling wouldn't let them go swimming. Firstly, most of them couldn't swim. Secondly, the current of the water in the Sargassum Beach seemed calm, but it was actually very deep.
The weather turns cold and the water is very cold. If you get wet all over your body, you will definitely catch a cold. In this place where there is a shortage of doctors and medicines, if you increase the number of patients for no reason, whether you can survive depends on luck. Yang Ling will not do this unless it is a last resort. .
"There is a bamboo forest on the way we retreated. A few of you come and follow me to chop some bamboos. We will make bamboo rafts." Yang Ling said as he unloaded his bayonet wrapped in cloth strips.
The old smoker frowned and said, "But none of us know how to build bamboo rafts..."
"Okay, don't be dazed, come and let me cut bamboo, and the rest of you will find hemp rope, and I will tie the bamboo raft later."
"I'll help chop bamboo." Luo Dayong took off the bayonet hanging from his rifle and volunteered to follow Yang Ling.
"I'll go too." Fatty Tian San was not far behind.
Yang Ling found a few strong and remnant soldiers and joined the gray stream of people together, ready to cut bamboo and make bamboo rafts, while Old Smoker and the others stayed where they were to guard their guns and look for hemp ropes to bind the bamboo rafts .
About half an hour later, Yang Ling and the others returned to the original place with a few thick bamboos on their shoulders. Under the surprised eyes of the old smoker and the others, Yang Ling began to demonstrate how to tie the bamboo raft.
Seeing a few broken bamboos flying up and down in Yang Ling's hands, a bamboo raft that could pass four or five people at once was formed. The remnant soldiers looked at Yang Ling with admiration in their eyes, mother, why wouldn't we Woolen cloth.
Text Chapter 29
After crossing Zaozaobang and walking straight ahead is Dachang Town, the wet road is full of mud, and the gray flow of people heading to the front line is endless. They came from all over the country, speaking with different accents, to join In this doomed battle. ? ? ?
The wounded soldiers and the retreating troops were full of dejection, moving their feet slowly, their leggings covered with mud, and some fell into the ditch beside the road and never got up again, becoming a cold corpse.
There are also wounded soldiers whose thighs have been blown off sitting on the muddy ground, crying helplessly, begging the passing soldiers to take them back together, but now everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, and no one has the ability to help others. Under the sky, the mountains and rivers turned gray.
The disabled soldiers slung the [-] big cover rifles captured from the devils, and followed Yang Ling slowly. Looking at the tragic scenes along the way, they were in a heavy heart, cursing the little devils in their mouths .
But cursing is always useless, the little devil will still come, and no one can escape the damned, this is fate.
Yang Ling's heart was particularly heavy. He wanted to do something to save this defeat, but found that everything was in vain. Facing the devil's heavy artillery, they couldn't even hold their ground, and there were only about [-] remnants left. , can only withdraw along the flow of people, and then withdraw towards the rear in a dejected manner.
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The roaring sound suddenly rang in the ears, and everyone subconsciously stopped and looked up in the direction of the sound. More than a dozen planes with plaster flags were sternly protruding from the clouds, heading towards the flow of people on the road. swoop down.
"The devil's plane is coming!"
There was a shout from the crowd, and the people crowded the road were like frightened rabbits, and suddenly became chaotic. They ran aimlessly in the mud, screaming, trying to avoid the coming bombing .
Yang Ling looked at the ferocious Devil plane, his pupils shrank slightly, and he reached out and knocked out the rifle that Luo Dayong was aiming at: "Don't waste bullets, quickly hide in the reeds by the side of the road."
The remnants frantically followed Yang Ling through the reeds, but the crowded crowd on the main road also ushered in the devil's first attack. The machine gun on the plane spewed out flames, and a series of bullets swept along the crowd on the main road. down.
"Run to both sides! Don't stay on the road!" Yang Ling stood on the edge of the reeds and shouted at the soldiers running around on the road, but to no avail, his voice was drowned out by the roar of motors.
The scorching bullets set off a series of blood mist among the running crowd, blood and minced meat sprayed, and the screams and roars were mixed with the roar of the motor and spread far away.
The trajectory of the machine gun stretched forward along the road, and the blood mist also spread rapidly. The soldiers covered in bullet holes fell down in the mud, and the road was stained red with blood.
"Little devil! Come on!" The angry soldiers raised their machine guns and roared to fight back. The machine guns spewed out flames, but the bombs dropped by the devils greeted them.
Bombs rumbled on the road, and the tyrannical force generated by the violent expansion of the chemical reaction tore everything around it to pieces. The flesh and blood sprayed out along with the mud, and the road became a hell on earth.
The soldiers raised their rifles and crackled and fired at the Devil's plane, but they still couldn't stop the Devil's plane from raging. The huge gap between the weapons of the two sides destined this to be a one-sided massacre.
The Devil's plane roared and hovered above the road, then swooped down and shot and bombed, and then raised its height and flew away after no living people were seen standing on the road, leaving behind corpses all over the place.
The muddy road was already full of bomb craters, and the soldiers who were just now striding boldly and preparing to go to the front line became the first wave of victims. The mutilated corpses were lying on the road and mixed with the mud, and the wounded soldiers huddled in the Moaned in pain.