"That's the end of it?" Tan Fei, who crawled out of the pit, looked at the bloody official road all over the ground in a daze, thinking that it would be a tragic battle, but he didn't expect that the whole battle would only last a few minutes before it ended, which surprised Tan Fei and was glad that he was still alive. More than 30 Japanese soldiers on the official road were already lying in a pool of blood, and the rain of bullets from the slopes on both sides of the official road made them have nowhere to hide, and death is their best choice.

The reckless monk who was close to Tan Fei had already rushed down the slope with the others to clean up the battlefield, and the only Bina left on the slope was Tang Cheng, Tan Fei and the two wounded national army routs. Tangcheng now has a Japanese-style 38 rifle, and the pile of rifles dropped by the corpses of the Japanese soldiers is not very attractive to them, but the bullets in the cartridge box on the corpse's waist are carefully collected in the bag. Lao Dongbei and Zhao Baokun, who use Japanese-style light machine guns, are both masters who don't know how to save bullets, and if there are not enough bullets, the light machine guns in their hands are not as good as burning sticks.

However, it was precisely because of the light machine guns in the hands of Lao Dongbei and Zhao Baokun that Tang Cheng successfully ambushed this group of Japanese soldiers so lightly, if he only relied on rifles to meet the Japanese army, Tang Cheng's men were not necessarily the opponents of this group of Japanese troops. After experiencing the battle of Mengcheng Beishan, Tang Cheng has always attached importance to strong firepower weapons, especially when Macheng faced the Japanese army, if it were not for the concentrated fire of machine guns, the second company formed by Tang Chengxing may not be the opponent of the Japanese army.

In any case, a burst of strong firepower weapons can always be effective at critical moments, Tang Cheng, who had just healed his wounds, suddenly heard some noise in front of him, and looked up to see that several routs of the national army followed Lao Northeast to drive back the captured prisoners of war of the Imperial Cooperative Army. The rout of the national army with rifles at the end of the rifle gathered from a distance, forming an irregular arc, surrounding the dozen or so imperial troops with empty hands and dejected heads.

Turning his head and glancing at the official road under the slope, Tang Cheng, who stood up from the ground, gestured at Lao Dongbei, even if he united Wu Chuang and Zhou Deshan, his manpower was still insufficient, and he couldn't spare manpower to take care of these captured Imperial Allies, and the best way was to kill them. Seeing Tang Cheng's gesture, Lao Dongbei nodded not very surprised, and then shouted to the routs of the national army who surrounded the captives, and the routs who had loaded their rifles with bayonets began to shrink the encirclement and squeeze the captives in the middle.

The circle of the bayonet siege became smaller and smaller, and individual prisoners of war seemed to understand something, and immediately roared and shouted angrily, while other prisoners of war soon joined in. Tang Cheng was far away, and he didn't hear clearly what the prisoners were shouting, but he clearly saw the action of those routs of the national army pulling the bolts. The sound of gunfire lasted only four or five seconds, and when the sound of a qiē stopped, the place where the captives had just stood was full of blood.

Tan Fei was stunned, more than a dozen fresh lives disappeared in such an instant, if it was a frontal battle on the battlefield, it would be enough, but such a simple and thorough killing caused an unprecedented shock to the vision and soul, just shot and killed the captured or Wu Chuang's national army rout or Zhou Deshan's Huandiqiao Town Tuanding, they all looked indifferent at this time, which made Tan Fei, who was bent on seeking the truth, fall into deep confusion and reflection: Could it be that the meaning of war is the ruthless slaughter between people?

"What are you doing all the time? Why not go down and clean up the battlefield? Tan Fei, who was deep in thought, was awakened by Tang Cheng's voice, and when he looked at Tang Cheng, Tan Fei's eyes were more complicated and hesitant. To be honest, Tang Cheng didn't remember Tan Fei's name, he just remembered the pair of glasses on the bridge of Tan Fei's nose. During the fierce battle with the Japanese army in Shanghai, Tang Cheng had also seen wounded soldiers wearing military uniforms and glasses being carried into the hospital, but no one had such eyes as the person in front of him.

Tang Cheng's decisiveness in killing is what veteran soldiers like Lao Northeast like to see, only such people can survive the tragic battlefield, but this kind of killing is exactly what people like Tan Fei don't like. Tan Fei only left Beiping and left the school to insist on going south, just to find the persistence in his heart, he always felt that there were many more between people, and it was by no means only killing left, but now his personal experience has completely subverted Tan Fei's thoughts.

Tan Fei, who was asked by Tang Cheng, didn't speak, just lowered his head and walked towards the official road under the slope, he didn't plan to talk to Tang Cheng anymore, for fear that he would become a person like Tang Cheng. The corpses of the Japanese soldiers on the official road have been dragged away by the monk and others, which can make it very convenient for them to clean up the battlefield, all the weapons and ammunition removed from the corpses are stacked together, when Tan Fei found the monk, the monk who didn't like to talk was removing grenades and bayonets from one of the corpses.

Wu Chuang knew what weapons were the most powerful, so the light machine gun and grenadier that were pressed by the corpses were put aside early, and the next important thing was the grenades and bullets on these corpses. Tan Fei, who was standing in front of the corpse, was a little at a loss, facing the bloodstained corpse, Tan Fei only had the thought of opening his mouth and vomiting, and the corpse of the Japanese soldier with his eyes half-closed and his mouth wide open was a demon crawling out of hell, which made Tan Fei's scalp numb and his hair stood on end.

Closing his eyes and shaking his head, feeling that the discomfort in his throat had dissipated, Tan Fei slowly opened his eyes. The qiē in front of me was so soft, the fragrance of the earth overshadowed the aftertaste of gunsmoke, the sound of guns and cannons seemed to belong to another world, and the ears were so quiet that even the sound of birds could not be heard. Tan Fei's autosuggestion made the guilt in his heart a lot less, and the depression in his heart also dissipated a lot, but after all, it was only autosuggestion, and when he lowered his gaze a little, Tan Fei's throat was itchy and about to vomit again.

There were still large traces of blood scattered on the dirt in front of him, and the smell of gunpowder and blood was still diffused in the air, and Tan Fei knew in his heart that he was still in the middle of the battlefield, which seemed to have become an unchangeable reality. After hesitating for a moment, Tan Fei, who stood on the spot and stiffened his body, slowly bent down and picked up a Japanese soldier's steel helmet like a monk, and boldly took out a bullet from the cartridge box on the waist of a Japanese corpse. There were many blood stains on the cartridges containing bullets, and even those who hated the Japanese army did not want to get more blood stains, so it was perfect to pack the escaped bullets and grenades in a steel helmet.

The battlefield full of fire and blood has been repeated countless times in Tan Fei's dream, but Tan Fei is not fully prepared for the immersive face of the real battlefield. Emptying the bullets in the cartridge box, Tan Fei, who was holding back the smell of blood, began to flip the corpse, and the grenade on the corpse's waist could not fall. Loading all the bullets and grenades he could find into the steel helmet at his feet, Tan Fei unexpectedly put his hand into the jacket pocket of the Japanese corpse.

What Tan Fei took out of the corpse's jacket pocket was a thick book slightly larger than a palm, with a cover, which was estimated to be a diary. There are words written on the cover of the book,But Tan Fei doesn't know it.,It is estimated that this is the so-called Japanese.,The first page of the book is sandwiched with a black and white family photo.,Judging from the creases and rough edges on the photo,This photo is obviously not new.。 In the photo, it looks like a family, young parents and three children in the family, Tan Fei pouted disdainfully at the Japanese clothes in the photo.

"When I was in Shanghai, I also found such photos from the corpses of Japanese soldiers, and I carried family photos with me, which should be a tradition of the Japanese army. The Japanese do not jump out of a rock, they also have families, children and wives, which is not surprising. Tan Fei was about to throw away the small notebook and photo, but was picked up by a hand stretched out from the side. Tan Fei turned his head, standing beside him was Tang Cheng, who was slightly tired, his face was covered with stains even younger than Tan Fei, this was the first time Tan Fei had been so close to Tang Cheng.

Xu saw the guilt hidden in Tan Fei's eyes, Tang Cheng smiled and lit the cigarette in his mouth, "You don't have to feel sorry for them, from the time they set foot on this land with guns, they are the sworn enemies of the Chinese." You just feel guilty when you see their deaths, but you don't see the broken corpses of the national soldiers, in order to blow up a Japanese tank, the national army units that lack heavy firepower often have to send a few or even a dozen dead soldiers, can you imagine the tragedy? ”

Seeing that there was already a look of struggle in Tan Fei's eyes, Tang Cheng reached out and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "I know that you are a scholar, and so am I, before the start of Shanghai, I had a school, an adoptive father and a friend." But the Japanese army came, I had nothing, all that was left was the weapons in my hands, China was much bigger than Japan, one for another, the Japanese could not afford to change it, we can't be soft-hearted about them, these are aggressors. ”

Tang Cheng left with a cigarette in his mouth, leaving only Tan Fei standing in place with his body stiff, the puddle of blood accumulated from under the corpse of the Japanese soldier slowly soaked one of Tan Fei's feet in it, looking down at the blood stains on his shoes, Tan Fei's eyes had a hint of anger. Lao Dongbei, who was standing in the distance, didn't understand why Tang Cheng wanted to talk so much to Tan Fei, but Tang Cheng shook his head, "You don't understand, glasses are an idea in your heart, as long as you pass the hurdle in your heart, you will be a master who can fight." ”

"Deflated calves, hurry up under your hands, there are still a dozen little devils waiting for us in the town, you can't let them run away." I didn't understand the meaning of Tang Cheng's words, and the boring old Northeast shouted at Wu Chuang and them to speed up the cleaning of the battlefield, and if they didn't kill the Japanese puppet troops in Huandiqiao Town, this battle would not be over.