The sky was white, the battlefield was covered with blood and corpses, the bare wooden stakes were emitting black smoke, and the brothers were lying in the pile of corpses panting with their strength and blood. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The surrounding gunfire had already fallen down, and the thick black smoke filled the air, and the viscous and wet smell of blood was almost suffocating.

The regiment commander Zhang Handuo, under the protection of several gun-wielding guards, climbed the high ground that Yang Ling was responsible for capturing one foot at a time.

He gasped as he climbed up the bombed-out ring of fortifications and looked at the dense corpses that stretched from the hillside to the top of the mountain.

Their regiment crackled all night last night, and the first battalion he led was responsible for capturing the hill on the left flank, but it could not be attacked for a long time, so the second battalion, which was in reserve, had to be transferred up.

The two battalions took turns attacking all night, and then they gnawed down the high ground on the left flank, and they cleared the high ground on the left flank to the devil, and then remembered that the high ground on the right flank was not moving, and rushed over to reinforce it.

But when he saw the mutilated corpses, broken guns, and blood-stained flags crumpled and fallen on the hillside, his heart sank to the bottom, could it be that the three battalions were all finished.

Zhang Handuo didn't believe that his three battalions were wiped out like this, he stepped on the bloody bones and climbed up the mountain, and soon found a brother with half his life left.

The brother had a bloody hole in his thigh stabbed by a bayonet, tied with dirty rags, the blood soaked through the rags, which had solidified into a dark black.

"Quick, carry it down!" Zhang Handuo hurriedly removed several corpses next to him, pulled out the brother who was already paralyzed, and asked the guards to carry him down for treatment.

"Are there any brothers alive? Squeak! Zhang Handuo led the guards to shout as they walked, digging out the seriously injured brothers from the pile of corpses and sending them down to the high ground.

"I'm still alive...... "The military uniform of the commander of the first company, Junko, was no longer in tatters, lying on his back in the trench, shouting weakly.

"Is there anything to eat, Lao Tzu is dying of hunger." There were also brothers who were scarred, but the sound made Zhang Handuo overjoyed.

Hearing that the brothers promised from time to time, Zhang Handuo hung in his heart and also fell, as long as the people are not dead, add some new soldiers, and it is another iron-clad third battalion!

"Let Chen Ming bring his brothers up to save people!" Zhang Handuo and the others were too busy in the face of many wounded, so they had to ask the second battalion commander to bring people up to support.

"Tuanza, am I going to die, I don't want to die...... a brother with a broken thigh was put on a stretcher, grabbed Zhang Handuo's sleeve and asked.

Zhang Handuo's eyes were red, and he gently patted him on the shoulder and said, "No, you won't die, take care of your injuries, and then we will fight devils together."

Before Zhang Handuo's words could be heard, the brother had already passed out due to excessive blood loss.

"Hurry up and carry it down to rescue!" Zhang Handuo hurriedly urged to send it down.

A brother rushed to Zhang Handuo and led him to a trench covered with blood and mud with a heavy face.

Here, the third battalion to the deputy battalion commander Lao Smoking Gun was lying quietly at the bottom of the trench, his face was mixed with mud and blood, and he couldn't see the human appearance clearly.

Seeing that the deputy commander of the third battalion died here, Zhang Handuo felt that he couldn't explain it in his heart, and this veteran who had fought for many years went like this.

"Take care of the burial, don't let him explode in the wilderness." Zhang Handuo commanded, and when he turned around, his eyes were already shining.

How many good brothers died on the battlefield like this, and after bloody battles, thousands of brothers died, which is a pain that this nation cannot bear.

Yang Ling also came back with the pursuing brothers, they were covered in blood, their faces were smoked as black as the bottom of the pot, and those little devils who fled were all chased and slaughtered by them, but this still could not change the lives of those familiar brothers.

Yang Ling held a fire in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent, looking at the old smoking gun lying quietly on the stretcher, his heart was like a knife, uncomfortably difficult to speak.

Although the old smoking gun has no culture, he doesn't understand the patriotic principles shouted by those students, he just knows how to pick up a gun, as long as he keeps fighting, the little devil can't burn, kill and loot as he wants.

From the first meeting on the battlefield in Shanghai, to Nanjing, to Xuzhou, and Wuhan, after bloody battles all the way, although the status of Yang Ling and Lao Yanbang has changed.

But the brotherhood of life and death on the battlefield is even stronger, and now, the familiar brother has gone again, how can it not make people feel lost, looking at the strange recruits around him, a huge sense of loneliness enveloped Yang Ling.

"I'm a little tired, I'm going to get some sleep."

Yang Ling didn't return to the camp with the big blade that was curled, the feeling of exhaustion hit, he closed his eyes, and all kinds of life and death blood flashed in his mind.

I slept until dark, and the battle outside continued, with crackling gunfire and explosions.

The units of the 74th Army were launching a strong attack on the main position of Minshan held by the devils, but Yang Ling felt powerless at this moment.

"Deputy of the regiment, do you want to eat?" Huzi waited outside the tent as always, and when he saw Yang Ling waking up affectionately, he asked cautiously.

The death of the deputy battalion commander shrouded the entire battalion in a gloomy atmosphere, and the brothers all understood that their own Yang Ling and the deputy battalion commander were brothers who had fought all the way through the bloody battle, and they could understand Yang Ling's inner pain even more.

"Where is the old company commander buried?" Yang Ling asked in a bottom-up voice.

Huzi pointed to a verdant cypress tree not far away and said, "The brothers who died are buried over there."

Walking along the messy gravel ground, Yang Ling walked to a large area where the bodies of the sacrificed brothers were buried, and mounds covered with new soil stood under the cypress trees, and a steel helmet was fastened on the simple tombstone made of wooden planks, which was erected by the brothers or friends of the sacrificed brothers.

Those who have no living friends are buried with a multitude of brethren.

Yang Ling walked to the wooden sign with a broken dry smoke gun, looking at the crooked handwriting on the wooden card, his eyes were filled with tears, watching his old brother just turn into a pile of new soil, and squatted down in pain.

A living person, after a battle, becomes a cold corpse, becomes a pile of loess, and the cruelty of war is vividly interpreted here.

Yang Ling couldn't say what he felt in his heart, both the memory of the sacrificed brothers and the hatred of the little devil.

He had been trying to change, hoping that the brothers would not be sacrificed, that he could change the humiliation, but in the end, he sadly found that he could not change anything.

The battle continues, the grief endured by this nation continues, as a Chinese, since it can't be changed, then pick up the gun and fight, although the strength is humble, let the little devil see that the Chinese never give in, this nation never compromises!