Several cars transporting wounded soldiers were overturned by bombs dropped by devil planes, and were thrown high and then fell heavily, and many wounded whose fate was unknown fell and scattered on both sides of the road like pouring beans.

"Woo-" The devil's plane turned around and swooped back as if it were deliberate, and the corn-stalk machine-gun bullets swept down in a row.

The wounded who were stunned and screamed continuously, and a large mist of blood was raised, and the bullets pierced the fuel tank of the car, and the hot fire generated by the explosion burst up, engulfing the car and the wounded nearby.

The brothers who wanted to rush to save the lives were swept away by the waves of anger that swept over and fell into the mud, and when they struggled to get up, there was nothing but blood gushing corpses and burning car wreckage.

The devil's plane was hovering proudly, especially reluctant to leave, and still scaring the recruits and brothers who were lying on the ground trembling.

The officers and men who were looking sluggish and ragged on the side of the road were angrily raising their guns and shooting at the devil's plane, and light and heavy weapons such as rifles and machine guns rang out one after another, as sharp and noisy as bursting beans.

The gunshots suddenly rang out, but the devil's plane was pulled up into the air, and the brothers were so angry that they were pale but helpless.

Qin Shou, the deputy battalion commander, was lying in the ditch on the side of the road with a shell gun, watching those angry brothers shoot at the devil, and shook his head helplessly, flying so high, it was strange that he could hit it.

Watching the devil plane roar into the distance, he put the shell gun back in its holster, got up from the muddy ditch, and sat down in a dry place next to it.

took off his shoes full of mud, these little devils who were killed by the heavens, made a pair of clean shoes when he left become this dirty appearance in a blink of an eye, he frowned and scolded his mother.

The devil's plane flew away, the gunfire fell, everywhere there was the cursing of the brothers, the groans of the wounded brothers, and the brothers began to busily save people.

The recruits who were lying on the side of the road and hiding cautiously poked their heads out to look at the sky, and when they saw that the little devil's plane was no longer there, they dared to stand up cautiously.

Looking at the burning cars in the distance and the corpses that had been swept into a bloody sieve by machine guns, and smelling the burnt smell of barbecue wafting through the air, some of the brothers felt a churn in their hearts, and they did not hold back and immediately held their knees, bent over and vomited.

The burly recruit Luo Wencai couldn't help but didn't vomit, but when he saw the miserable situation around him, he was also so frightened that his face turned pale, and the devil plane flew over with his head just now, but it frightened him.

If the devil plane had dropped the bomb just now, maybe he would have turned into a stiff corpse like the wounded soldiers in those overturned cars, thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little afraid, and suddenly felt that death was so close to him.

Qin Shou, the deputy battalion commander, put his mud-covered shoes into a puddle of water, swayed back and forth, washed away the outside mud, and put them on his feet again.

"What, scared?"

Looking at his little fellow Luo Wencai still looking at the sky in the distance with palpitations, worried that the devil's plane would go and return, Qin Shou asked with interest.

Luo Wencai looked at Qin Shou's casual appearance, and then looked at his frightened and embarrassed appearance, and suddenly blushed a little, only then did he realize the gap with these veterans of a hundred battles, and nodded to admit his fear.

Seeing that Luo Wencai, a proud fellow, admitted that he was afraid, Qin Shou put his heart at ease, his heart was higher than the sky, and he looked down on devils in his eyes.

Qin Shou has always been worried that Luo Wencai's contempt for devils will cost him his life, how many brothers just thought that they were strong and looked down on devils, so that they lost their lives in vain, he didn't want Luo Wencai, a little fellow, to repeat the mistakes of the past.

It's a good thing to see Rowan scared now, only when he is scared will he take the little devil seriously, at least he will not be killed by the devil because of carelessness on the battlefield, and the chance of survival is greater.

"This devil is no better than you shouting slogans in the rear parade, but who has a louder voice, and you can continue to shout after two days of hoarse shouting."

Qin Shou paused and said: "But it's different on the battlefield, once you are negligent and blown up or shot, you are likely to die, so if you want to live, you have to see more of what the veterans do, learn more, there is no harm." ”

Luo Wen saw Qin Shou solemnly saying these words to himself, and he also knew that it was good for himself, so he nodded heavily, and kept these words firmly in his heart.

"There is an order for the group, keep going!"

A tall, thin herald galloped from the front of the line on a scrawny old horse, shouting as he rode his horse, and rushed to the back of the line.

The brethren who had jumped into the ditch by the side of the road and had scattered to hide on the side of the road all put their rifles on their shoulders one after another, and relined themselves in preparation for departure.

"Let's go, hurry back to the team." Qin Shou didn't say much, greeted the little fellow Luo Wencai, and hurriedly walked onto the main road, counting the number of people and moving forward.

The devil's plane only blew up a few cars transporting wounded soldiers, but the brothers of Yang Ling and their regiment did not do any damage except for a few panicked brothers who were afraid and scratched their skin when they were hidden.

Before being bombed by the devil's plane, the brothers were majestic and high-spirited, walking past the ragged friendly troops who had withdrawn from the roadside, pointing and discussing the embarrassment of the friendly troops from time to time, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.

But after witnessing the cruelty of the war, and looking at the officers and men of the friendly troops who were dozing off or smoking cigarettes with dull eyes against the walls on the side of the road, they no longer had the same relaxed state as before, but cast a respectful gaze.

It was precisely these embarrassed officers and men who fought bloody battles on the front line and fought for the death of devils that enabled these hot-blooded young men to march and shout slogans in the solid rear.

The funny thing is that at that time, most of the time they were insulting and blaming the incompetence of the front-line soldiers, which led to the fall of large swaths of the country and failed again and again.

And now that they are also on the battlefield, they have realized how difficult it is for the officers and men on the front line to see those scrawny officers and soldiers, the devil's planes that flaunt their might, the bomb craters that have been bombed full of stagnant water, and the burning villages.

To be able to fight bloody battles with little devils under such difficult conditions and not give in, both those officers and soldiers who are alive and killed in battle should be respected, because they have bravely fought and killed little devils.

Whether they have been defeated or not, they are at least much nobler than those who only know how to talk or accuse them, because they have shed blood and sacrificed for this country and nation.