As the sun set, it had already set on the top of the mountain, but it cast golden light from between the two mountains, and at this time, the troops in the Wanjialing area began to camp. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Huo Xiaoshan sat cross-legged on the top of a low mountain alone, facing the west, looking at the red sun that was about to sink into the west and a higher mountain, and was silent.

Once again, a big war is over.

Looking down from the top of the hill, the battlefield is no longer gunfire and smoke, but the traces of the battlefield are still and difficult to erase in a short period of time.

The Wanjialing area is not large, and the distance between the mountains is 1,000 meters, and the short ones are only 5 or 600 meters.

As a grassroots commander, he did not know how many troops were invested by both sides in this war, but at this time, as far as the eye could see, there were many corpses of Japanese soldiers and dead horses and mules wherever there were gaps between trees.

This is only for the Japanese army, and the corpses of the soldiers of the national army are almost buried after a day of convergence.

So you can imagine how many people died in this small area.

Huo Xiaoshan had been sitting here for a while, and the soldiers of the quartermaster department in the valley below had already begun to set up pots and cook, and there was a faint evening breeze that sent a faint smell of smoke into his nose.

He felt hungry, but he didn't want to move.

The devotion to the Great War had come to an end with the rescue of the remaining 200 Japanese troops at dawn today, and man was not a machine after all, and he knew that he was once again mentally and physically exhausted.

He doesn't want to think about the Buddha now, his mind is like anything like the light smoke blown by the evening breeze.

He actually wanted to sleep, but now after all, there were his brothers below, and he couldn't sleep now.

He now thinks of his loved ones.

If the mother is there, she will definitely pat herself to sleep.

If Yaya is there, you can sleep on her lap.

In his sleepiness, he struggled to open his eyes wide, but knew he couldn't sleep yet.

He subconsciously wanted to find the leather bag containing the letters from the Japanese army, only to remember that the leather bag was in Xiao Shisuo's hand.

He watched from afar, in the golden afterglow of the setting sun, Xiao Shisuo was limping and jumping on a meadow that glowed golden in the setting sun.

He knew that Xiao Shisuo was collecting the loot, and when he was cleaning up the battlefield, Zheng Youjian magically found more than 100 red bullets and purple bullets from the Japanese army again.

Zheng Youjian will never hesitate to put those murderous weapons into his private pocket, and Huo Xiaoshan will not be surprised at all about this.

What is strange to him is that Zheng Youjian has a natural sensitivity to finding loot and good things, and he can always find and bring back objects that others have not even noticed when searching for loot.

Of course, Huo Xiaoshan understood that it was his specialty to find enemies with respite in the dark night, and Zheng Youjian's specialty in finding trophies was like a hunting dog that could sniff out the distinctive taste of those good things.

Of course, now this hound's taste is also high, and he picks good things that do not occupy space and can be easily carried by individual soldiers.

Weapons such as red bullets, purple bullets, flares, incendiary grenades, and even two extremely rare gas bombs that can be fired with a grenadier canister.

Valuable things such as gold, silver, the ocean, and even the gold teeth in the mouths of Japanese officers and soldiers, and the rings on their hands.

Now that the reputation of the locusts in his army has spread, Huo Xiaoshan has neither a good impression nor a bad feeling towards this name, it is just a reputation, he doesn't care about this, what he cares about is how many devils he has killed.

But he felt that the name of this locust was actually really appropriate for Zheng Youjian.

That guy is the real locust, it's true that the goose has plucked its feathers and the pig has passed (xuàn) meat. (Note, xuàn, Northeast dialect, meaning to cut meat with a knife)

Zheng Youjian was really different from others when he cleaned up the battlefield, he specially called a platoon of people to follow him.

He walked like a hound, and the soldiers behind him followed, and he did not interfere with anything they picked up, but they had to keep up with him.

However, whenever Zheng Youjian made a discovery and stopped, what he found was destined to be more expensive than what the soldiers picked up behind.

Until the soldiers of that platoon couldn't take the loot in their hands and began to say, "Zheng Tou, let's go back", Zheng Youjian didn't look back, but simply said, "Throw away the rags you picked up."

The soldiers looked at each other very reluctantly but helplessly, because in their eyes they had good things in their hands.

But when they saw Zheng Youjian find new loot, the soldiers had to admit that what Zheng Tou'er found was really better than what he found, and it was really not good not to admire it.

"Chirp" A few bird calls woke Huo Xiaoshan up from his thoughts.

He straightened his back again, and when he looked up, he saw a few bird shadows passing over his head, and he thought that it was the first time he heard the sound of birds since he came to this Wanjialing, and even the heavenly war had made the birds fly far away to avoid the war.

After Huo Xiaoshan sighed for a while, he returned his thoughts to the letter from the Japanese soldier.

The war is over, and he needs to go to Nanjing to find his mother's body, which he must do as a son.

Huo Xiaoshan is a believer in Buddhism and is not an ordinary believer in Buddhism, he does not have the kind of sorrow that ordinary people miss their relatives, he believes that he has no way to guess the realm of his mother, and every time he thinks of his mother, his heart is peaceful.

He suddenly thought about whether he would be like his mother in this life, maybe he would or maybe not, he and his mother were too angry after all, but so what?

If you don't get rid of reincarnation in this life, then you can be a Dharma protector of Middle-earth Buddhism in this life - the kindness of killing those brutal invaders and protecting the people of Middle-earth.

Ever since I accidentally encountered the Japanese soldier's notebook, the idea of going to my mother has always been haunting in my heart.

But he wasn't the kind of person who couldn't pick it up and put it down, and the ever-changing battlefield had already taught him to instantly seal any thoughts that had nothing to do with combat.

He knew that he couldn't wait, until now the idea of the end of the war jumped out of his mind.

But he knew that he was still in a hurry, he was also a leader now, and there were more than 400 brothers below, yes, more than 400, in this Wanjialing battle, he lost more than 200 good brothers.

More than 200 brothers whose names he could name were gone, and it was a painful feeling in his heart, he sometimes really didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that his memory was so strong, and if he wanted to, he could recall the sound and smile of each fallen brother at this moment.

But he knew he couldn't do that, or he would break down.

He knew that in such a fierce battle, there were absolutely only a handful of brothers left in the entire national army's battle series.

Moreover, the small number of dead does not mean that the number of Japanese troops killed is less than that of other national armies with the same number of fighters, but only more.

Huo Xiaoshan was sure that his army had killed no less than eight hundred devils in this battle, and the exact number of enemies he had killed was only known to him, although he would never mention it to anyone, not even his most beloved girl.

In this great battle, he knew that he had brought down one hundred and forty-one enemies, and that at least a hundred had been killed.

But he felt that he still killed too little, when will so many devils be able to kill and drive away, and fulfill this wish one day earlier, how many fewer Chinese can die?

At this time, he saw Shen Chong coming from the bottom of the mountain, and before he knew it, the sunset had sunk behind the mountain in front of him, and it seemed that it was time for dinner.

By the way, I don't know what I'm going to do with this army in the end.

Not to mention that the 74th Army has entered any army, once it fights with the devil and becomes cannon fodder, it will really be blind to this combat power.

When cleaning up the battlefield today, I happened to run into Yu Guangliang, and Yu Guangliang's regiment happened to block the Japanese reinforcements north of Leiminggu Liu Village.

Yu Guangliang said that he had a way to contact the bigwigs of the Central Army and could help him find a way, but he didn't know if it was reliable or not.

I should also find a radio station to contact that Major General Tang, after all, his own unit was sent by him to capture Nanyun Weaving, but he didn't want to kill from the Yellow River to the Yangtze River.

Major General Tang should have a good impression of his own troops, otherwise he would not promise that as long as he captures Nagumo Weaving, no troops will come to embarrass him.

"Xiaoshanzi come down to eat!" Shen Chong shouted halfway up the mountain because he saw that Huo Xiaoshan had already stood up.