The sky was gloomy and dark, and the muddy roads were full of troops withdrawn from the front, their smoky and dark faces full of depression and exhaustion, and the atmosphere was dull and oppressive. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tattered flags hung on the bamboo poles, covered with transparent holes, and the wounded soldiers who were supporting each other walked numbly and mechanically in the mud, and the cold wind blew their dirty, blood-stained clothes, and they could no longer distinguish their original colors.

The newly arrived reinforcements marched forward in columns, guns on their shoulders, and watched as the exhausted and scarred friendly soldiers passed by them, their faces curious, solemn, and so on.

The Japanese army concentrated the 3rd, 9th, and 10th divisions and other powerful forces to try to force the crossing of Yunzaohama and implement a central breakthrough, and the Chinese army fought bloodily with the Japanese army in Yunzaobang, fighting fiercely for several days and nights and fighting to the death, the Japanese army advanced less than five miles in several days, but the defenders also paid a heavy price, almost fighting out.

The fat man Tian San stood on the side of the muddy road with a broken gun, watching countless wounded soldiers with missing arms and legs and groaning in pain being carried by him on stretchers, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

"Brother, have you seen the people of our 61st Division?" The fat man grabbed the wounded soldier with a wooden stick and asked, asking Yang Ling about their news.

The wounded soldier with a tired face shook his head helplessly, and kindly reminded: "You go to the back and ask."

The fat man limped against the flow of wounded soldiers and kept pulling the retreating soldiers to inquire about the news of the 61st Division, but everyone was shaking their heads, and the fat man's heart slowly sank to the bottom.

You must still be alive, you must still be alive, although the fat man knew that there was little hope, but he still asked over and over again, with despair and crying in his voice: "This brother, have you seen the people of our 61st Division?"

Finally, a remnant soldier with a bandage around his neck stopped: "I'm from the 61st Division."

The fat man's desperate face showed surprise, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw, he grabbed the arm of the remnant soldier and asked excitedly: "Have you seen the people of the third battalion of the 361st regiment?" How are they? Did they take it down too? ”

The fat man was not a member of the 361st Regiment before, but he followed the old smoking gun and Yang Ling to become a member of the supplementary company of the third battalion.

When Yang Ling and they followed the regiment commander Li Zhong to counterattack the position, the fat man Tian San was left behind because of his butt injury and inconvenience, and before leaving, Yang Ling told the fat man that if they couldn't come back, let him retreat with the troops by himself.

But the fat man has been staying in the broken house on the side of the road, waiting for Yang Ling and them, looking forward to it, but he has never seen the familiar figure come back.

The fat man's tone was excited and hurried, and the remnant soldier who was held by him paused for a few seconds before saying apologetically: "I am from the 365th regiment."

"Do you know the news of our regiment? How are our three battalions? The fat man grabbed the arm of the remnant soldier, his face full of nervousness.

The remnant soldier sighed and spoke in a low voice: "There was no movement in your position before we withdrew, I guess... I guess they're all killed......"

"You talk nonsense! We still have more than 300 people, how can they all be killed, for sure... There must still be some alive. The fat man became very excited, he didn't believe that they were all killed, he didn't believe that Yang Ling and they were all dead.

The remnant soldier looked at the fat man who was a little hysterical, and shook his head helplessly, their 365th regiment was almost wiped out behind the side of the 361st regiment, not to mention the 361st regiment in front, he stretched out his hand and patted the fat man's shoulder, shook his head helplessly and continued to merge into the gray flow of people and left.

The fat man's hopeful eyes dimmed again, his hands hung limply, and finally he crouched on the side of the muddy road with his head in his hands, his face full of pain, he hated himself, hated why he didn't follow them to counterattack, hated why he was injured and left the team.

thought of Yang Ling, who gritted his teeth no matter how difficult it was, the old smoking gun with a knife mouth and a tofu heart, and Luo Ziqiang, who had always taken care of himself as his own brother......

Thinking that they might be shattered by the devil's shells, thinking that they might die and turn into corpses in a sea of corpses and blood.

The fat man couldn't hold back his tears anymore and sobbed, why don't you take me with you to counterattack, why do you leave me alone to bear this lonely torment, he muttered to himself, with a crying tone, he felt like an abandoned lonely ghost now, so helpless.

Countless wounded soldiers were sent down from the front line, countless new reinforcements were filled, the muddy roads were even more muddy, and the fat men who were squatting in the mud on the side of the road and crying looked so lonely in the cold and damp weather.

Looking at the crying fat man, the remnants of the soldiers passing by all sighed helplessly and shook their heads, their hearts were in the same pain, their comrades who fought side by side died one after another, what could they do, they were also desperate and helpless.

Some kind remnants passed by the fat man's side and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, while more walked numbly and mechanically.

Under this dark sky, no one knows if they will live to see the sun tomorrow, and who has the energy to pay attention to a fat man who has a mental breakdown and sadness because of the cruelty of war.

I don't know how long the fat man cried, but when he raised his head again, the remnants of the retreating soldiers on the muddy road had disappeared at the end of the dirt road, his eyes were red and swollen, he stretched out his dirty sleeves to wipe away his tears, and stood up.

He wants to go to the position, he wants to go to Yang Ling and them, even if Yang Ling and the others are all dead, he will continue to hold the position, and an obsession rises in his heart, so strong.

The limping figure walked on the muddy road and looked so alone, so lonely and helpless and unstoppable, he was going to the battlefield, even if he died, he had to be with those familiar brothers, his eyes were full of determination.

The fat man was just a soldier to fill his stomach and eat, and his simple thinking was always to put food first.

He didn't have any noble patriotic feelings, and he was forced to come to this flesh-and-blood battlefield with the troops, but he watched the people around him die one by one, and those who laughed and scolded him disappeared one by one.

Only now was he left, and the fat man felt the cruelty of this war, and began to hate the little devil, and he trampled in the mud with one foot and one shallow foot, and cursed.

Little devil, damn little devil, we didn't provoke you, why did you come to fight us, you want to kill and rob, you want to occupy our land, the fat man cursed, and finally thought that the familiar faces might never be seen again, his tears rolled down again, and his voice was crying.