The battle stopped, and the smoke of gunfire did not stop.

The positions that have been bombarded by the planes, tanks, artillery, and grenadiers of the little devils are still filled with bursts of gunsmoke, and occasionally a gust of wind blows, and you can still smell the smell of burnt meat mixed with this gunsmoke!

Nie Xiaotian stood on a mound of dirt, took a cigarette in his mouth, and took two puffs to suppress the disgusting smell of meat in the air. Next to him, Monk Yang covered his nose and muttered in his mouth: "Amitabha, Amitabha......"

When we were fighting just now, everyone only had the idea of killing the devil and the second devil in their hearts, and they didn't think much of how unbearable this smell was.

When the battle is over, I look again, only to see a few hundred meters of wide ground in front of the position, densely lying in the yellow skin of the little devil and the second devil, the picture can be described as corpses all over the field, blood flowing like a river, the two sides fought, dead and wounded and stopped a thousand people. Coupled with their own casualties, together with the casualties of the little devil and the second devil, there were at least more than 2,000 casualties in this battle. There were so many dead and wounded that the battlefield was filled with the smell of blood and the burnt smell of corpses ignited by the flames of war!

This smell is too strong, in Nie Xiaotian's impression, it was the last time he attacked Donghu County, there was such a strong taste. Nie Xiaotian thought that after going through countless battles and killing countless little devils and second devils, he would be able to adapt to the taste of this battlefield, but obviously not! may have grown up in a peaceful era, and he was resistant to this bloody scene of almost slaughter from the heart, which made him still a little uncomfortable!

The soldiers have already taken action.

On the battlefield, the harvest of loot went.

Liu Xiaobiao's goods had already thrown aside the battalion commander he wanted to protect, and rushed into the crowd to grab the loot.

"Hey, who's that? You fucking recruit, right, you are rummaging through the pockets of those two devils, and you have to hand over the ocean! ”

"Hey, brother, you took that little devil's belt and bullet box. What, why doesn't that thing work? ”

"Ouch, big brother, take off those shoes, damn, don't look at it, you're still wearing straw sandals. Why, you think the devil's leather shoes are not as good as your straw sandals, right? Don't let the battalion commander see it, if you see him, you will have to scold you, scold you for running away with your shoes when you rush at the enemy with a bayonet, and you will be stabbed by a little devil for it! If you die, Lord Yama won't pity you! ”

Liu Xiaobiao's goods seemed to be Nie Xiaotian's possession, pointing and shouting, the surrounding soldiers saw that it was Liu Xiaobiao, and when they thought that Liu Xiaobiao had followed Nie Xiaotian all day long, they also said that this was what Nie Xiaotian meant, who dared not do it!

Liu Ziguang saw that Liu Xiaobiao was majestic here, and he stepped forward and kicked it violently! Liu Xiaobiao said "Ouch, my grass", and when he looked back, he saw that it was Liu Ziguang, he knew that he couldn't beat it, so he quickly ran away and picked up the loot!

Wu Da Niu came to Nie Xiaotian, his eyes were moist, and he saluted: "Battalion commander, I didn't embarrass you!" ”

Nie Xiaotian patted him on the shoulder, lit a cigarette and stuffed it in his mouth, and said: "Brother, good ......" Nie Xiaotian didn't say more, looking at the corpses of countless comrades who died on the battlefield lying on the ground, and the painful cry of the wounded soldiers, his heart tingled, he took out three cigarettes, lit them, inserted them on the ground, and said in his mouth: "Brothers, let's go!" ”

At this time, in addition to the joy of winning the battle, there is only the grief of the sacrifice of comrades-in-arms, think about the comrades-in-arms who jumped around you not long ago to laugh and scold, and sacrificed their lives to protect the family and defend the country and the little devils, who can not grieve?

Wu Daniu and Monk Yang were beside him, and they took off their hats.

Nie Xiaotian said: "Okay, don't be sad, war is like this, how can there be immortals in war!" Wu Da Niu, go organize people, arrange the wounded well, remember, even if you use up all the medicine kits and all the medicines, don't give up any of the wounded! "He said that he wanted others not to be sad, but he himself was a little sentimental.

Wu Daniu saluted: "Yes, battalion commander, I promise to complete the task!" With that, Wu Daniu went. Nie Xiaotian said to Monk Yang again: "Monk, if you want to be truly merciful, just recite a transcendent scripture to the souls of the dead in this place!" Monk Yang said: "Yes, battalion commander, I will!" ”

Before Monk Yang finished speaking, Nie Xiaotian had already walked forward.

Secretly, he had already bought the blood bag. After this battle, there are a lot of little devils and two devils killed, and the glory value obtained will naturally not be less. Looking at the wounded soldiers howling in pain, some of them had their legs broken, some of their arms were blown off, and some of them were beaten through their bodies...... Nie Xiaotian didn't regret the glory value, and walked all the way, constantly patting blood packets on the injured soldiers. If the injury is serious, he will shoot more on the ground, and if the injury is mild, he will shoot less.

The soldiers of the health team were busy bandaging the wounds of the wounded soldiers, and they were too busy to notice that Nie Xiaotian's behavior was a little strange. Only Monk Yang happily recited on the side: Amitabha Buddha...... Good, good......

Nie Xiaotian took a few more steps, his feet slipped, and he almost didn't stand firm.

In front of him was a bloodied warrior of about sixteen or seventeen years old, who was being held up by a soldier of the health brigade and sat on the ground against the earthen wall of the trench! His lower body was blown into a blur, and blood flowed incessantly, staining the ground around him red.

As soon as Nie Xiaotian's feet slipped, he stepped on the blood-stained land.

As soon as the soldiers of the health team were helped, they were about to leave. Nie Xiaotian grabbed him: "The person is still alive, why don't you save him!" ”

As soon as the soldier turned around and saw that it was the battalion commander, he looked sad, but said helplessly: "Battalion commander, it's not that you can't save it, you can't save it!" I saw that the soldier whose leg had been blown off on the ground was staring at him, and his mouth was whining and spitting blood, and it was true that as the soldier of the health team said, he could not be saved, his internal organs were damaged, and under the conditions of the health team, he must not be able to save him.

Seeing this, Nie Xiaotian let go of the hand of the soldier of the health team, squatted in front of the soldier whose leg was blown up, and slapped the blood bag on the ground. "Brother, don't worry, my brother won't let you die! Definitely won't ......" said, the blood bag kept shooting down, if it were changed to other fighters, a few would be fine, but at this time, nearly a hundred were shot, but there was no effect at all!

Nie Xiaotian was unwilling, his hand was still patting the blood bag, suddenly, his hand was grabbed, Nie Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, but that hand was not the warrior in front of him who had his leg blown off! The warrior whined in his mouth, Nie Xiaotian put his ear close to him, and said, "Brother, what do you want to say, speak slowly......" The warrior tried hard, but he couldn't say half a word clearly, he looked at his jacket pocket with a dull gaze, and then a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, his hand was loosened, his eyes were closed, and he had lowered his head......

Nie Xiaotian reached out and touched his jacket pocket, only to see that there was a piece of paper inside, which had been stained with blood, Nie Xiaotian wiped the blood with his hand, and the handwriting on it was vaguely visible:

"Mother! If you receive this letter, it proves that your son has not disgraced you! I'm going to see my father and sister! I didn't disgrace the ancestors of our old Zhao family! ”

Seeing in his eyes, the corners of Nie Xiaotian's eyes brushed the ground, and a line of hot tears couldn't stop dripping.

"Battalion commander, what should I do if there are injured devils and second devils?" Suddenly, a warrior came running.

Nie Xiaotian turned his head, looked at the warrior in front of him, and roared with red eyes: "Kill me!" Not a single one to stay! ”

"Yes! Battalion commander! ”

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