Luoyang City is full of broken walls, and it is no longer clear where the original streets are and where are private houses, only rubble and rubble all over the ground.

The war has burned the ancient city to the ground, and the people in the city have already fled if they can't, and there are no more than one in ten who can't, and the war has turned this rich land into a place where only rats can survive.

The Nationalist soldiers had been holding out for days under heavy Japanese shelling, and although they still had not seen any reinforcements, they were now holding on not just to wait for reinforcements to arrive.

In so many days of fighting, most of their comrades-in-arms had fallen, and they only lived to kill a few more Japanese to avenge the fallen brothers around them.

The living space of the national army in Luoyang City is getting smaller and smaller, but the national army still has the strength to fight, especially the defenders, the piles of rubble on the streets, the bombed houses, are their hiding places, and the little devils have to pay the price of blood for every step forward.

When the Japanese attacked the outer positions of Luoyang, they only had one day, but when they attacked the city, it took them five days to occupy half of Luoyang, and they paid more casualties than when they fought on the periphery.

There is no battle in every corner of Luoyang City, there are dead people in every corner, the mud stained with blood sticks to the soldiers, the soldiers are all black, but they don't care, they stare intently at the enemy in front of them, as long as they dare to take a step forward, the Chinese soldiers will inevitably let them have no return.

A soldier of the Sichuan Army, who had just turned sixteen, hid in the corner, looking at the birthday gift given to him by the old squad leader today, which was a necklace made of a bullet with a red rope, which the old squad leader originally planned to take home and give to his son, whom he had never seen since birth, but in the end he chose to give it to him.

One squad guarded two houses and had been holding on for two days, and their division commander only arranged for the logistics soldiers to send them a few boxes of ammunition, and in this way, a dozen soldiers in their squad fought with the little devils for two days.

In the past two days, Xiao Chuanjun watched his comrades-in-arms fall one by one, and until now there were only six people left in their squad, and the old squad leader was seriously injured and unconscious, and was carried to the corner.

Xiao Chuanjun knew very well that with such a serious injury, in such an environment of lack of medical treatment, his old squad leader would not be able to survive tonight, and the division headquarters could not send a single soldier to support them.

Many wounded soldiers are struggling to die in pain because there are no medical soldiers, Xiaochuan Jun at such an age has been accustomed to seeing life and death on the battlefield, what he knows, what he doesn't know, and now it is finally his turn to be the best old squad leader.

Xiao Chuanjun didn't dare to approach his squad leader, because he was afraid of seeing his old squad leader's painful appearance, so he hid in another corner and secretly looked at the necklace around his neck, as if the necklace still had the old squad leader's body temperature.

There were also three fighters in the room, and these three fighters didn't pay attention to the old squad leader lying on one foot, because they knew that although the old squad leader still had a breath, it was not much different from dead.

These fighters are not impersonal, on the contrary, they have special respect for this kind and pure old squad leader. It's just that on such a tragic battlefield, there is no need for them to waste their feelings, because they know that it won't be long before they will be like the old squad leader, struggling to die in pain, maybe they won't even be able to mix up a complete corpse.

Seeing the old squad leader now, they easily thought that in the next few hours, they would also become like this, they were just an ant in this battle, and how long they could live was not something they could say.

Now they are wasting their energy on a man who is going to die tonight, and it is better to check the ammunition in their hands and prepare for the next battle.

The soldiers in the room have become walking corpses, and the battles they care about most have become their subconscious behaviors, even if there is no old squad leader, they will still stick here.

The next attack was quickly launched, and a small squad of Japanese troops rushed at them under the cover of an armored vehicle.

One of the fighters tied the last four* next to him, then glanced at his companions in the room, put his equipment on the ground, walked over to the old squad leader and said a few words.

The soldier left the room with *, he wanted to get as close as possible to the Japanese armored car before the Japanese found him, and then blow it up! All he had just done was say goodbye to their companions.

There was no one in the room who spoke, and no one stopped him, and if he didn't go, there must be someone else in the room who would do it, and that was their mission.

The sound of explosions and gunfire filled the whole of Luoyang, and the room was filled with the smell of gunsmoke, and they won another night. But this night, it is destined to be sleepless, and there is no need to count the people who can breathe in the room without breaking their fingers.

"Xiao Sichuan, you go to the headquarters and tell the division commander that we can't hold it tomorrow morning! You don't have to come back! A soldier said to Xiao Sichuan.

"I'm not leaving!"

Xiao Sichuan's eyes are firm, if he leaves, he will be a deserter, and he will avenge his dead comrades!

"Xiao Sichuan, you heard that our situation here needs to be reported to the division commander, in case the division commander doesn't know that this place is occupied by the little devils, and he sends someone over, it is equivalent to sending him to death, you have to obey the order!"

"Why should I go, not you, and although I am younger than you, I joined the army a month before you, you have no right to order me!" Xiao Sichuan replied proudly, if you talk about age, he is younger in their regiment or even in their division, but he has two years of military leadership in the military leadership, and he is obviously a veteran.

"Hey! You kid, you're not happy for your good, love doesn't go! The soldier who spoke was not happy anymore and no longer paid attention to Xiao Sichuan.

At this time, another soldier smiled lightly, and then walked up and said to Xiao Sichuan: "No one on the battlefield will treat you as a veteran or a new soldier, only the living and the dead!" ”

After speaking, the soldier took out a stack of letters from the back jacket beside him and handed it to Xiao Sichuan.

Xiao Sichuan understands that these are all letters written by the soldiers of their squad to their families, and every time the combat soldiers write a suicide note to their families, if the battle is alive, they will ask for the letter back, and then burn it, and write another one when the next battle comes.

However, from this point of view, these letters never had a chance to be burned again, and these letters became the only thing left in the world by the soldiers, and this letter placed the thoughts and hopes of the people in their families.

"Xiao Sichuan, someone must send the letter out, there are brothers' home addresses on it, you can take it out and help the brothers send it home!"

Xiao Sichuan's face began to twitch, and after a while, tears fell, and he choked up and said: "Why is it me every time, and it's your turn!" Every time you let me go, I won't listen to you again this time! ”

His voice was almost hysterical, tears streaming down the back of the envelope.

"Xiao Sichuan, there is a letter from the old squad leader here, how does the old squad leader usually treat you? Are you just watching the old squad leader's letter not delivered? ”

"But...... But ......"

"Little Sichuan, don't rub it off, let's go, if you don't go again, the sky will be bright, the little devil will come up, and our letter will really become the little devil's butt wiping paper!" Another veteran soldier dragged his wounded arm over to him.

"I ...... I...... It's okay for me to send a letter, but you must promise me that I will come back alive, and I will be waiting for you at the division headquarters! Xiao Sichuan's eyes were blurred by tears, and he couldn't see the cheeks of his comrades clearly.

The two soldiers looked at each other and smiled, and then said to Xiao Sichuan: "We promise you, we must promise you, you will see us at the division headquarters!" ”

Xiao Sichuan finally left, no one regarded him as a deserter, even if the people in the division headquarters knew about it, they would not treat him as a deserter, in this endless war, like Xiao Sichuan is still a child after all, and the descendants who enlisted in the army are not as high as the gun, and finally it is as high as the gun, but they have to go through the test of life and death.

After Xiao Sichuan died, the remaining three warriors began to decorate the room.

"There are only two * bags left, and it looks like the three of us are going to die in one room!"

"You turtle son, I originally wanted to stay away from you, but I didn't expect you to pester me when I died, and Lao Tzu would suffer a loss!" A warrior deliberately pretended to be unhappy, in fact, he was really unhappy in his heart, but this unhappiness was not aimed at his companions, but the anxiety in his heart at the thought of dying next.

"Are you two willing to do the last thing to pull the bag?"

"Ge Laozi is here, it's the end, it doesn't matter who will pull the bag, how can you two turtle sons still have a grudge against me when they get to Lord Yama? If you don't do it, I'll do it! With that, he took the bag from another fighter.

The other two warriors didn't speak, and at this time, they didn't bother to quarrel with him, so let him take advantage of his mouth, and feel happy.

"The old squad leader is out of breath!" A warrior said suddenly.

"It's better to die early, listen to the old area in the province again, and the ears will be cleaner!"

If they can live, they don't want anyone to die, but here, this condition, for the old squad leader, dying early can be regarded as early relief, such an injury can't survive in such an environment at all.

If there are good hospitals and good medicines here, who doesn't want their comrades to live, but unfortunately there is not, even if there is not even a pill, the soldiers are injured, they can only be bandaged with a simple bandage, just stop the bleeding, as for whether it hurts or not, whether it can hold on, it depends on whether the little devil is still attacking.