A few days later, the war between the Thirteenth Regiment and Liguo began again.

In the harsh climate, they struggled to move forward.

The enemy's weapons are too advanced. Many times, before they get close, the enemy's bullets hit their chests.

The plane hovered in the air, dropping a bomb from time to time, and there were casualties and injuries underneath.

This battle was difficult.

In the end, I lost.

In the entire regiment, less than half of the people successfully retreated.

For this reason, the entire military camp fell into a downturn.

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There are many dead comrades, and many injured comrades.

In the past few days, Yin Yin has been busy treating the injured without stopping. Many times, she saw many comrades crying secretly, crying for those who had passed away.

Outside, soldiers were digging holes.

There are too many dead soldiers, and it is too far from home.

They were unable to transport their dead comrades back to their hometown for burial.

Only their names were registered.

Bury them all in this big pit.

This battle has been fought for three years, and I don’t know how many such pits have been dug.

The dead comrades were buried in a big pit and filled with soil again.

Yin Yin stood in front of the big pit and paid tribute to them with his comrades around him.

Their tears fell.

On the way back, a youngest soldier threw himself into the arms of another person beside him and said in a crying voice: "Brother, if we die, can we bury ourselves in our hometown? I miss our parents, our Xiaohe Village, our motherland..."

When fighting, they are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that they cannot even go home after death.

He whimpered, "I don't want to be buried in a foreign country after death. I, I don't want to be a rootless person after death."

And the motherland is the root of thousands of soldiers.

The rest of the comrades were also confused when they heard this.

They were thinking, can they really win this battle that is simply unequal?

Can they still return to their motherland, to their hometown, and to meet their relatives again?

In a foreign country, they are actually a little more or less frightened.

It's too cold here. Many brothers and comrades have frozen to death, and even the water has turned into ice. If they want to drink water, they can only use boiled snow water.

The weapons are too backward, and they often lose from more to less.

Sometimes supplies can't keep up. In the cold weather, there are no winter clothes, only thin single clothes.

There are also few drugs, and many comrades died because of lack of medication.

They are all buried in these big pits in foreign countries, unable to return to their motherland or home.

At this moment, a man spoke loudly.

"Comrades and brothers, we cannot retreat, we cannot give up, we cannot be discouraged. We are fighting on the front line of the war of resistance. What is standing behind us? Our motherland, our millions of compatriots, our relatives and friends, we are protecting them. If we retreat, the enemy will step on our land, take their artillery fire, and fire unscrupulously at our country and people. Is this what we are willing to see?
Chapter completed!