Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 460 The Waiting of Life

The battlefield is not big.

Under the dim moonlight, it can be seen almost at a glance.

In addition to the hurried footsteps of the cavalry and the panting sounds caused by anxiety, there were only inaudible moans of pain, which became the most joyful guidance for the soldiers.

Yes, as long as there are groans, it proves that someone is still alive.

The discovery of the first body with a Red Cross sleeve on its arm has confirmed the soldiers' previous conjectures, and it was difficult for them to accept that their medical team and wounded soldiers were all slaughtered.

The fact that they came late may become a nightmare for most people here at night, even if they came 2 minutes early, some people could be saved.

What soldiers fear most is the tranquility of the battlefield.

Even the Japanese?That could give people a little hope anyway.

Those who groaned were indeed Chinese and Japanese.

However, when the cavalry ran over in surprise, they were often disappointed and even heartbroken.

It's not because the survivors are all Japanese, but because they found that, even if they still had breath, they couldn't save them from such injuries.

The knife is stuck in the vitals, and once pulled out, it is complete death.

This happened to four or five people in a row.

The only thing they can do is to cover their bodies with military uniforms to protect them from the autumn cold in the middle of the night. Apart from this, they can't do anything. This is really a very frustrating thing.

As for the Japanese who still have breath, even if they are left alone, they are destined to swallow their last breath in the autumn night when the temperature is as low as five or six degrees.

Freezing them to death may make the cavalry more happy than giving them a knife.

Facing the tragic battlefield, facing the helplessness of their comrades who are unfamiliar but comrades-in-arms, the cavalry's psychology is close to collapse.

"Brother, I want to save you, but how can I save you!" So that a young cavalryman knelt down in front of the angry wounded soldier, punched the ground hard, and burst into tears. "Sorry, sorry, I can't save you!"

Hand-to-hand combat is the last strength of the infantry, but for the cavalry, it is a daily routine. These cavalry who have survived round after round of battlefields have personally experienced countless swords and swords. The knife is the most immune.

However, in the face of such a cruel battlefield beyond their imagination, even the extremely strong cavalry who had been baptized by the war over and over again were finally broken.

In front of the young cavalryman knelt down was an infantryman who was as young as him.

The infantryman's body, which had been lying on the corpse of the Japanese soldier, was turned over, revealing half of his face as pale as paper. It was his mouth and nose that were still bubbling with blood, proving that he was still breathing.

However, he could lose his breath at any time, his eyes were already half-closed, his arms were tightly wrapped around the dead Japanese soldier under him, and there was still a lump of flesh and blood in his mouth.

There is no need to search for the source of the flesh and blood, the deadliest wound of the Japanese infantryman was a very obvious big blood hole on the neck.

Presumably, it was the bite of the Chinese infantry that directly bit off the blood vessels and arteries of the Japanese infantry.

No one knew how he burst out with a terrifying bite force comparable to that of a tiger or wolf, just as no one knew how he managed to be stabbed by a bayonet and also shorten the distance between him and the enemy who stabbed him.

The face of the dead Japanese soldier was full of pain, but there was also intense and distorted panic. At the moment of death, his mind should also be full of confusion.

The bayonet is a sharp blade made of high-quality stainless steel. It is its job to pierce the skin and penetrate the muscles. As long as it has a little strength, it is not difficult to penetrate a thick human body.

However, it was extremely difficult for the gun barrel and even the thick gun body to penetrate the human body. Anyway, with the strength of the Japanese infantry, it was absolutely impossible.

But in this world, someone can do it.

Moreover, it is the injured himself.

Yes, it was the helpless wound on the young infantryman's lower abdomen that made the young cavalryman cry and kneel.

It was a penetrating wound so terrible that the best surgeons in the world would be at a loss. Together with the 1.73-type rifle with a bayonet length of [-] meters, the bayonet, barrel, and bolt were left on the body except for the jujube stock. All of them went through the body, and the guns exposed behind the infantry were more than one meter long.

Although the bayonet is dripping with blood, the thick barrel exposed outside the body and the body of the gun with flesh and blood are the most chilling.

Those flesh and blood come from inside the human body!
Parts of internal organs belonging to wounded soldiers.

The scene that happened on the battlefield appeared in everyone's mind.

The Japanese army has already stabbed the bayonet into the lower abdomen of the young infantryman, and he is sure of victory. If he can, he can even use the muscles of his arms to lift the tip of the bayonet, completely cut open the tender belly of the enemy on the opposite side, and expose the internal organs to the air. Finally died in pain.

But he had no chance.

The young Chinese infantry who was stabbed by him seemed to have been fully prepared.

More than just preparing for death!

With the help of the point of the knife stabbed by the Japanese infantry, the young Chinese infantry did not retreat but advanced. The strength of the two-way confrontation was so great that the bayonet passed through his body, but this was not enough. With jaw-dropping strength, the entire body passed through more than half of the rifle, and the distance between the enemy and the enemy was reduced to half a meter. Then, he stretched out his arms, tightly wrapped around the stupefied enemy, and bit down with one bite.

Teeth, the sharpest weapons of carnivores.

Humans, creatures that rely on intelligence to occupy the top of the food chain, have used this forgotten instinct, and its power is not weak.

The Japanese soldier died due to excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen, and he was so angry.

In the already crazy battlefield, no one paid attention to a 'corpse' that had penetrated more than half of the rifle, so he was lucky enough to wait until now.

Yes, it was not the rifle that penetrated the body of the young Chinese infantryman, but the body penetrated the rifle. Otherwise, it is not enough to describe the scene that came to mind.

No one knows how this angry Chinese soldier endured the pain of gouging flesh and scraping bones, and no one knows that he is still tenaciously alive under such huge trauma.

But the few cavalry around him and the cavalry who knelt and cried bitterly knew one thing, they could not save him.

Not to mention the fragments of internal organs that were still hanging on the gun, just the huge wound that could reach into the palm of the hand was enough to make the best surgeon in the world helpless.

But he is still alive, so tenacious that it is heartbreaking.

The seriously injured young soldier may have heard a familiar mother tongue, his half-opened eyes rolled slightly, and his paper-pale lips moved slightly.

The kneeling young cavalry quickly put their ears close to the seriously injured infantry, and the cavalry around them collectively held their breath and tried their best to keep the surroundings quiet.

The words confided by the "former" wounded soldiers when they were dying were so vague that they were hard to hear when they were close to their lips.

But the young cavalryman was blessed at that moment, and reached out to touch the wounded soldier's chest, where there was a small notebook that was hard.

"Is this the notebook you're talking about?" The young cavalry hurriedly took out the notebook.

"Mom!" The wounded soldier spat out a silent word with difficulty.

"Bring it to your mother, I know, I know!" The young cavalryman was ecstatic and nodded desperately. "Brother, tell me your name."

However, what greeted him was silence.

The wounded soldiers who have struggled so hard are no longer breathing!

The head has drooped slightly.

This should be the reason why he persisted until now.

He hoped that someone could bring his relics to his mother.

In it, there should be what he wanted to say to his mother.

"Don't worry, don't worry, as long as I, Yang Xiaobo, can live, I will definitely send back your belongings, brother." The young cavalryman swears as he hugs the wounded soldier who has lost all breath.

The surrounding cavalry stood at attention and saluted.

Although saluting on the battlefield violated military discipline, they believed that it was worth it for this stubborn soldier!

In the end, the relics of this soldier who was severely injured and still persisted were crushed by several soldiers of the cavalry battalion. In the fifth year after the war, Lu Sanjiang, who had grown into the commander of the cavalry battalion, trekked hundreds of miles and personally Send it to a certain county in the northwest.

That was definitely a solid home.

The young Chinese infantry could have inherited their ancestral business, not to mention how prosperous and rich they were, but they could also spend their lives in peace and stability.

However, the young man who was sent to study in Peking by his parents paid a lot of money, chose to join the 67th Army, which was recruiting soldiers, one month after the war broke out.

The recruit who was ordered to retreat chose to give up his life and power with such cruelty on the final battlefield, which was his original intention of joining the army. Then, with unparalleled tenacious persistence, he expressed his regret for his mother.

No need to read the text in the booklet, everyone present understands it!

The elderly mother didn't know that her son, who had been missing for several years, had already passed away to the country until she saw her son's last letter written on a certain day in mid-November 1937!

Mom, I'm sorry!

This is the soldier's last entry in his diary.

It was also the day when Tang Dao ordered the division of troops, and the two guard battalions were responsible for establishing a blocking position to block the 36th Infantry Brigade.

All the people present were greatly mourned!
In the entire county, every family hung up white banners, just for this one child!

On that day, hundreds of people from the city joined the army!

After the victory of the national war, only one in ten can return home.

However, those who lost their children after joining the army in this county will be visited every new year.

(End of this chapter)