The hissing sound from the mouth of the Japanese soldier under him made Tang Cheng's hair stand on end, but just like Liu Goat said, the battlefield is life and death, if he is a little lax, the Japanese soldier under him who is much stronger than himself will definitely kill himself. Tang Cheng, who didn't want to die here, could only close his eyes and press the hilt of the knife desperately, using all his strength to prevent the Japanese soldiers under him from having a chance to turn the tables, and the battlefield was as silent as death, only Tang Cheng's rapid panting and the movement of the Japanese soldiers under him who couldn't stop kicking their legs.

20 seconds, maybe even longer, the Japanese soldier who was pressed under Tang Cheng finally stopped convulsing, and Tang Cheng, who was panting, slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared in his sight was a dead face, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes that had lost their light, maybe the Japanese soldier who was stabbed to death by Tang Cheng tried his best really couldn't figure out how he could die in Tang Cheng's hands.

Tang Cheng, who had passed the tense moment, felt the pain on his face, and Tang Cheng's face was already covered with blood at this time, even people who were familiar with Tang Cheng probably wouldn't be able to recognize this bloody ragged guy as Tang Cheng. Stabbed the Japanese soldier who fell into the crater, Tang Cheng, who turned over and sat up, only took a few breaths and got up and climbed out of the crater, the matter is not over, Tang Cheng, who knew that his marksmanship was very poor, was not worried about the Japanese soldiers who were shot by himself with a shell gun, and he wanted to make sure that the Japanese soldiers were indeed dead.

Cleaning up the battlefield is no less important than a real battle, which is something that Robert mentioned many times in his spare time when he told Tang Cheng about his young military experience, and several of Robert's former friends died on the battlefield at the end of the battle, under the guns of the enemy who pretended to be dead. Tang Cheng, who was sore all over, almost crawled to find the shell gun that he threw out, and endured the pain, Tang Cheng took out the spare bullet bridge and loaded the bullet into the shell gun, and Tang Cheng, who had the gun in hand, suddenly felt a little more courageous.

The afternoon sun was warm, but Tang Cheng still felt cold, the wound on his leg was aching faintly, and the gauze wrapping the wound had already revealed blood, perhaps Tang Cheng was in a hurry to get up, and Tang Cheng's nosebleed came out again. With his dirty sleeves to wipe away the nosebleeds, Tang Cheng staggered with a bayonet in his left hand and a shell gun in his right hand and walked towards the corpses of the Japanese soldiers.

"This is dead" Tang Cheng shook his head and moved to a corpse in Lu, "poof" is another knife cut, it is still a dead one, two in a row have been broken, even Tang Cheng himself believes that his marksmanship has improved greatly. Tang Cheng was no longer ready to attack the corpse of the third Japanese soldier, but the guy who originally looked like a corpse suddenly sat up, not only sat up and scolded Tang Cheng, but also picked up the rifle at hand and raised it.

Tang Cheng also turned his gun at the damn Japanese soldier in horror, and the two of them faced each other with their own guns, but the seemingly fair fight was Tang Cheng's nightmare. Tang Cheng, who is not yet a recruit, has no skills and skills in combat at all, and the instinctive reactions of the body are difficult to play a role in such a battle. After two seconds of confrontation, the Japanese soldier with a hideous face twisted his waist and stabbed with a gun, and at the moment when his life was hanging by a thread, Tang Cheng's gun rang out, and the Japanese soldier who was shot in the chest fell back on his back, but Tang Cheng's face was inevitably stained with blood, and the star foam fell between his lips, which made Tang Cheng feel extremely disgusting. Seeing that the Japanese soldier fell with wide eyes and a face full of unwillingness, Tang Cheng almost instinctively pulled the trigger on the corpses of several other Japanese soldiers, he didn't want to encounter the situation of Fang Cai again, if it wasn't for the distance between himself and the Japanese soldier, I am afraid that he would die.

The empty wind blew through the battlefield full of dead air, making Tang Cheng feel that the haze that was chilling all over his body dissipated a little, and there were scorched black rubble everywhere, and there were still green smoke wood chips, Tang Cheng carried a shell gun and quickly ran to his position, he didn't believe that there was not a single living mouth in the position. The ambulance soldier who dragged his broken leg and struggled to shoot had been blown into several pieces wrapped in fragments of military uniforms, and there were still many mutilated corpses like this, Tang Cheng couldn't help but spit it out again, compared to these in front of him, the scene Tang Cheng had seen in yesterday's battle was obviously a bit pediatric.

"After that battle, only 38 of Lao Tzu's brothers survived, and the position was full of corpses, many of which had been blown up by the little devil's shells, and they couldn't fight together." Tang Cheng still remembered what Liu Goat told him about the last Battle of Songhu, when Tang Cheng was still laughing in his heart that Liu Goat was talking about the ancients, but he believed it now, because there were many indistinguishable corpses on the scorched earth ruins under his feet, and he could only vaguely rely on the color of the military uniform on the corpse to identify whether it was friend or foe.

Looking at the empty and uninhabited position, Tang Cheng's whole person seemed to have fallen into a glacier, and the position was held, but it was this soldier who Tang Cheng called the Miscellaneous Company exchanged for blood and life. Before this, Tang Cheng had always thought that the soldiers of the national army were like the rumors in the market that they commanded and bullied the common people but were vulnerable to the Japanese, and the tragic battles that took place in front of him for two consecutive days made him finally see the bloody side of the national officers and soldiers.

The battlefield full of fire and blood had been repeated countless times in Tang Cheng's dream, but when he himself experienced the real battlefield, his heart didn't seem to be cheering. Looking at the dilapidated position full of corpses, Tang Cheng stood a little at a loss, without any experience or knowledge to tell him what he should do at this time. The position was preserved, and their motley company blocked the attack of the Japanese soldiers at the cost of almost all the deaths, and also killed all the attacking Japanese troops, but only the battlefield of Tangcheng was left on the position.

When he was a child, Tang Cheng was in poor health, Robert once thought that Tang Cheng was an unsupportable person, and since he can remember, Robert has been forcing him to exercise, and after moving to Beiping, Tang Cheng did the most after studying, except for running crazy with his friends all day long, that is, running circles around the church. After more than ten years of insisting on exercising, Tang Cheng, who seems to be thin, has a good body, but his steps at that time have never been as heavy as today, and the amount of strength hidden in the body seems to have been exhausted, his lungs and throat are hot and uncomfortable, his abdomen is more like being continuously squeezed, and he is sullen and painful, not to mention the soreness of his legs.

Standing quietly for a while, Tang Cheng moved, picked up a kettle with some water, Tang Cheng endured the pain on his face and wiped the blood on his face with water first, and then filled a piece and a half of a biscuit he had saved into his stomach. No matter what time it is, being hungry is a very annoying thing, and Tang Cheng Zhidao can't hold this place by himself anyway, so he wants to leave. Anyway, he was caught by them and dragged into the army, and now that everyone is dead, he sneaked back to the church, and no one should know about it.

Reloading the shell gun, Tang Cheng pocketed the remaining three bullets, and after thinking about it, Tang Cheng dragged his slightly heavy footsteps towards the Japanese officer who had been killed by himself. It was only a quick glance when he fired the shot, and Tang Cheng, who was now calm, recalled that the Japanese officer had a pistol holster in his waist, and maybe he could get a pistol from the Japanese officer. The rifle was too bulky and too conspicuous, and Tang Cheng didn't want to carry a Japanese 38 rifle around the world, but the short and concise pistol was easy to hide, and the pistol was the best choice for Tang Cheng.

Tang Cheng, who tried to find the second pistol, was disappointed, the Japanese officer with the pistol holster on his waist was obviously just a spectacle, and Tang Cheng, who opened the holster, did not find a pistol at all, only two gold bars commonly known as "little yellow fish" and a jade medal that looked very valuable. Taking off the leather satchel on the waist of the Japanese officer, Tang Cheng put all the gold bars and jade plates he found into it, even if he didn't have a gun or money, he rummaged through all the pockets of the Japanese officer, and Tang Cheng took out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, a pen and a diary with a photo.

Cigarettes, lighters and pens were put into his purse by Tang Cheng, and the diary was thrown away, and Tang Cheng, who did not give up, found two Japanese-style grenades on several other Japanese corpses. It seemed that the Japanese were also running out of ammunition, so they only had two grenades, Tang Cheng spat at the corpse on the ground, straddled the leather bag diagonally on himself, and then dragged his heavy steps towards the corner behind his position. After two days of fighting, Tang Cheng's temperament also changed a little, and he picked up the handle of the shell gun and smashed it on the glass of the window, and Tang Cheng, who was covered in gunsmoke, entered the empty tailor's shop.

Regardless of whether the clothes he found fit or not, Tang Cheng directly tore off the national army uniform on his body in the store, changed the upturned cardigan short coat, kicked off the sheepskin soft shoes that had already opened his mouth on his feet, and Tang Cheng changed into cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles. Robert never allowed Tang Cheng to wear such a costume that resembled a Jianghu person, he wanted to give Tang Cheng the best education, and he wanted to train Tang Cheng to be a gentleman rather than a charlatan.

"God is with you" Tang Cheng, who walked out of the tailor's shop, bowed deeply to the empty position, he couldn't hold this place alone, and besides, the whole of Shanghai was full of cannons, and the Japanese might not come back to fight for this position. Maybe after he leaves, there will be other national army troops stationed here, Tang Cheng, who doesn't know much about things in the army, thinks of it as a matter of course, but no matter what, he has to leave here, Robert's ashes are still in the church, and he must go back