The incendiary bombs burned the grass, bushes, vines, and woods, and many of the hills were bare, charred, and the burning black ash floated in the air, blazing.

Huge craters blew the ground beyond recognition, and the ruins of many collapsed fortifications were scattered in a messy manner on the hills, gentle slopes, and mutilated corpses and broken guns lay around the meal.

From time to time, hot bullets came from some of the hills and foxholes, and the strongholds of the devils had not yet been taken.

The Chinese officers and soldiers rushed to the mountains along every ravine and every mountain road, and there were corpses on every mountain road, which was paved with blood.

On this mountain road covered with corpses and blood, a team of more than 10 reporters was on this shocking battlefield, escorted by a team of Chinese officers and soldiers armed with guns, to shoot on the battlefield.

"Uh......h Wow......"

A young female reporter saw the corpses of those devils whose stomachs were blown up, smelled the stench, and her heart was churning, so she ran to the side of the road, holding on to a half-cut tree trunk and vomited.

Those male reporters wanted to go to the front line and witness the scene of the annihilation of the devil Matsuura Division, but now they stepped into this bloody battlefield, although they did not vomit, but their faces were pale.

They lived in the city, had never experienced war, and all the news of the battle on the front line was told through the doors of the senior generals, and in their imagination, the war was nothing more than a series of casualty figures.

This time to encircle and annihilate the Songpu Division, the commander's department specially invited these reporters to come to report and build up propaganda momentum, and when they arrived at the battlefield, they saw the cruelty of the battlefield for the first time.

Here they did not feel any atmosphere of victory, except for the corpses and some medical sick soldiers who hurried forward, not even a single officer and soldier of the living fighting unit.

If it weren't for the commanders saying they were going to win, they would have thought they had lost a battle just by the countless corpses they saw.

"Didn't we win the battle? The Songpu Division is about to be completely annihilated, why did we sacrifice so many people......"

Looking at the corpses that filled the trenches, some reporters held back the churning in their hearts and asked the veteran company commander who protected them.

The veteran looked at each other with the blackened brethren around him, and replied earnestly: "If we lose the battle, we will sacrifice more, do you know what a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood are?" When we were in Shanghai, the corpses of many brothers were soaked in water, and the water was stained red, and we drank blood to fight the devils......"

The veteran's voice was low, but there was no grief on his face, they were numb, and after a bloody battle, only they knew how difficult it was to win a battle.

The reporters were shocked, and through the veterans' descriptions, they could imagine how cruel the dark blood stations were.

Looking at this veteran company commander with a story, a reporter suddenly wanted to interview him.

"Company Commander Liu, are these the brothers who came over with you in a bloody battle?"

The veteran company commander looked at the more than 20 officers and soldiers with guns around him and shook his head: "They were all added to the company a month ago."

"All of them were added to the company a month ago?" The reporter was a little surprised, looking at their murderous faces, they didn't look like a recruit who had just enlisted for a month.

But what the reporter doesn't know is that in the past month, their fighting has never stopped, and after a month of brutal fighting, they have long been veterans.

The reporter asked again: "Company Commander Liu, what about the brothers you were with at the beginning?"

The veteran company commander looked at the serious reporter, was stunned for a while, looked at the messy battlefield, and finally spoke.

"Eleven people came out of our village, eight were killed in one battle, and the other two were martyred in the second encounter with the devil, and now I am the only one left......" The veteran company commander choked up as he spoke.

"Company Commander Liu, I'm sorry......"

"It's okay, let's keep walking."

The veteran company commander has long been numb, and the brothers around him have changed one stubble after another, and they have long not known what sadness and sadness are, and if they are still alive, they have to continue fighting.

A group of wounded soldiers withdrew along the mountain road, and the lightly wounded officers and soldiers carried the seriously wounded whose flesh and blood were blurred and their fate was unknown, each of them with tired faces and empty and numb eyes.

"Brother, what unit are you from? Has the Matsuura Division already been annihilated? ”

Finally saw the officers and soldiers fighting on the front line, although they were wounded soldiers, the reporters who were full of curiosity still surrounded them and began to ask questions, and someone raised their cameras to take pictures of the condition of these wounded soldiers.

These reporters surrounded the wounded soldiers to be extremely vigilant, and when the camera flashed, they subconsciously grabbed their guns and pulled their guns together.

"Brother, don't be impulsive, they're journalists, that's not a weapon, that's a photographic ......"

The veteran company commander saw the wounded soldiers using their guns and hurriedly rushed forward to explain.

Many of the officers and men were honest and conscientious farmers, and when they went out of their villages to fight in the war, they saw the cameras fiddled with by the reporters, and suddenly realized that they had heard what the commander had said.

These officers and soldiers raised their guns to really startle the reporters, and the veteran company commander stepped forward to negotiate, and then put down the guns, but for the reporters' questions, their Cantonese really did not understand the reporters.

"They are from the 4th Army, the troops of Guangdong, they said that they are still fighting ahead, let's continue walking."

The veteran company commander waved at the wounded soldiers and continued to walk towards the battlefield with the reporters.

All the troops pounced, leaving no reserves, and the battle continued in the mountains ahead, but the tragic situation along the way did not give the reporters the slightest joy of victory.

Behind every victory is a long list of shocking casualties, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the devil is only a remnant, but the battle is still very difficult against the poorly equipped Chinese troops.

But the Chinese officers and soldiers are not afraid, and there is a strong belief in their hearts that supports them, that is, for victory, they can give everything, including their lives, for victory.

"There aren't many little devils left! If we fight each other, we can destroy them! ”

An officer's voice had become hoarse with blood oozing out from many places, and he rushed to a suspected devil position with more than a dozen officers and soldiers who could still fight.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of the gunshots rang out, and the bodies of the two brothers who rushed in front of them burst out a dark red fountain of blood, and they fell straight to the ground.

But the brothers behind them did not stop, and pounced on them as they pulled their grenades.

The devil fired two more shots in a hurry, and two more brothers fell, but the remaining brothers had already pounced.

Looking at the grenades that were smoking from the brethren, it was too late for the devil to shoot.

"Crazy! Lunatic! ”

The devil soldiers were shrouded in fear, cursing in their hearts, not daring to stay where they were any longer, and running backwards in a panic, in the face of these madmen who did not want to die, this battle was no longer possible.