"Tang Cheng, why are you here? What's the matter with the injuries on your body? When your friend called, I thought you were lying to me. You have to know that you have been missing for a month, and we all thought you were
I have already left Shanghai with Mike." On the third day after telling Tan Sinan his phone number, Hou Xiaotian, dressed in a casual style, appeared at the bedside of Tangcheng with several familiar male classmates. As usual, Hou Xiaotian was still
He looked anxious and wished he could ask all the questions at once.
"Monkey, Tang Cheng is a wounded person now. You ask so many questions at once, how do you ask him to answer you?" Tang Gaocheng, who was standing next to Hou Xiaotian, stretched out his hand to push Hou Xiaotian aside, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to Tang Cheng. "
I guess you haven't smoked any cigarettes during this time. I stole these from my dad. They are authentic American cigarettes, no worse than your cigars."
With the lighter handed over by Tang Gaocheng, Tang Cheng took a comfortable puff of the so-called American cigarette. When the cigarette in his hand was half burned, Tang Cheng threw a few remaining cigarettes to the wounded soldiers in the ward. "
These are the wounded who were removed from the front line for treatment. They are all heroes who killed the Japanese. They are also my new friends. We have been together for almost a month." Seeing the regret on Tang Gaocheng's face, Tang Cheng explained.
Shanghainese people have great admiration for the Japanese soldiers who fought against the Japanese invaders. After hearing from Tang Cheng that the other people in the ward were Japanese soldiers who had killed Japanese soldiers, Hou Xiaotian and the others quickly brought the food and cigarettes they had brought to Tang Cheng.
They took out all of them and placed a pile full of them on the bedside of each wounded soldier. That was not the end of it. Hou Xiaotian and others also promised that they would continue to send food and cigarettes in the future.
"Xiao Tang, these friends of yours are not bad, they are all good." He was smoking the cigarettes that Hou Xiaotian and others took out. Naturally, the wounded soldiers wanted to say a few good words. Hou Xiaotian and the others felt a little proud after receiving the praise.
, only Tang Cheng secretly laughed in his heart, if these veteran oily men didn't care about the reputation of cigarettes and eating, how would they pay attention to Hou Xiaotian and other oily guys like them?
"Xiao Tang, I can see that you also have blood on your hands, and you are a thoughtful person. Although I am just a cook, I have been working as a gunman for more than 10 years, and I am extremely accurate in reading people. These things about you
Although my friend is very good to you, you are not the same person after all. Your child is born to be a gun-lover." Xu Erwa stretched out her hand to stop Tang Cheng from speaking, "You only need to remember one thing.
There is not much truth to be said on the battlefield. Fighting is nothing more than life and death. Only by killing your opponent can you survive and live longer."
When Tang Cheng, who was supported by Hou Xiaotian and others, walked to the door of the ward, he couldn't help but look back. Xu Erwa and the others were also looking towards him. Some of these people were veterans, and the wounds on Tang Cheng's body were
A lot of information has been exposed. The wounds on the legs and ribs were obviously caused by bayonets. Moreover, Emma picked up Tang Cheng's shell gun and kept it under Tang Cheng's pillow. The remaining gun in the chamber was
How could the smell of medicine escape the sense of smell of these veterans? If they hadn't learned from Tang Cheng and Emma's chat that Tang Cheng actually killed five Japanese soldiers one-on-five, how could these guys have intentionally or unintentionally given Tang Cheng
The city inculcates the ability to survive on the battlefield.
"Thank you, thank you for staying with me these days, and for telling me those things, thank you." Looking at each other with the eyes of Xu Erwa and others, Tang Cheng suddenly understood a lot and held his hand with one hand.
Looking at Hou Xiaotian beside him, Tang Cheng, who tried his best to stand up straight, saluted the wounded soldiers in the ward. Strictly speaking, Tang Cheng was not actually a soldier. He was temporarily recruited into the army by a miscellaneous company.
He didn't have the qualifications to register, so there was no one to teach Tang Cheng anything related to the army. He still learned military etiquette from Xie Bo.
"Salute" The wounded soldiers lying or sitting in the ward also raised their hands to salute when Xu Erwa gave a long shout. The murderous intention that suddenly appeared from the bodies of the wounded soldiers made Hou Xiaotian and others freeze at the door of the ward.
If Tang Cheng hadn't turned around, they would probably have continued to stand. "What? I'm just saying that this boy is a natural-born soldier. Look at the military salute he just performed, even those idiots from the Central Army can't compare.
"Seeing Tang Cheng leave without looking back, Xu Erwa lit up a cigarette and took a puff of it happily.
Tang Cheng, who had already reached the corner of the stairs, naturally did not know what the wounded soldiers in the ward thought of him. What he was anxious about now was to go back to the church. Only when he returned to the room belonging to himself and Robert in the church could his body, which he was holding on to,
He won't fall down. "Tang Cheng, what have you been doing these days? I was dumbfounded when I saw you saluting just now. Your military salute is so handsome. I think the military and police on the street can't compare to you. There are
Kongjiao, please teach me." Hou Xiaotian returned to his optimistic character, which made Tang Cheng's heart somewhat warm.
"Are many people dead in Shanghai?" The car slowly drove out of the hospital, and the sight of Tangcheng was full of rubble and dull-looking crowds. Sandwiched among the crowds were long rows of stretchers and bed boards, stretchers and bed boards.
The bulge was covered with a white sheet. Tang Cheng, who had battlefield experience, didn't have to guess to know that there were dead people under the white sheet. Guns and artillery fire continued every day. Don't these civilians know that people will die in war? Why didn't they know?
Go to a safe place or leave Shanghai?
"Forget it, I heard that the Japanese have surrounded Shanghai, and ordinary people can't enter the concession, so they have to sit at home and wait to die. The Japanese have aircraft and artillery, and their warships docked at the dock have also joined the war. The entire Zhabei has already
It was blown up, think about how many people will die." Hou Xiaotian, who was holding the steering wheel, looked a little ugly, and Tang Gaocheng, who was sitting in the back row with Tang Cheng, also had an indignant look on his face.
Tang Cheng's expression began to feel a little dazed. He was a lucky man. If he hadn't accidentally saved Tan Sinan and Emma in order to protect himself, and if it weren't for Emma's nun status and Tan Sinan's Red Cross status, he might not have been able to.
He got the opportunity to use anti-inflammatory injections for several days in a row. Without those anti-inflammatory injections, the complications caused by the worsening of the wound alone would have been enough to make him dead or disabled. Even if he could survive, he might not be the same as those disabled wounded soldiers.
They end their lives prematurely in despair.
The car drove slowly on the crowded and rubble-filled streets. More and more dead people appeared in Tangcheng's sight, and even more were civilians who volunteered to look for survivors and corpses in the rubble. Along the way,
He saw many civilians who were not afraid of death burying corpses on the roadside, and Japanese soldiers in messy military uniforms disappeared quickly from the side of the car. Disappearing with them at the end of the long street was a medical stretcher team composed of civilians. They set out
The direction is towards the front line with dense gunfire.
Tangcheng also saw some Japanese soldiers who had withdrawn from the front line with rifles, but seeing how they poured into street food stores and wolfed down food, Tangcheng concluded that these soldiers were what Xu Erwa and the others called battlefield deserters. "There are many in the area.
Very brave soldiers on the battlefield will become deserters after they withdraw, especially those who have been injured or have seen their friends and fellow countrymen die in front of them. Everyone will be afraid of injury and death. But if they are regrouped in
When we fight against the little Japs together, I can guarantee that every one of them is not a coward, they are definitely guys who dare to rush up with grenades and drag the little Japs to death together like us."
Tang Cheng still remembered what Xu Erwa said when they were chatting in the ward, but now it was difficult for him to compare the deserters in front of him with ragged clothes and charred faces who were just snatching food from the people Xu Erwa said.
Together. Robert once told Tang Cheng that deserting on the battlefield is the most shameful thing, because one deserter will often lead to more deserters. If there is a large-scale rout of deserters when the enemy attacks, then
The entire position will collapse due to this, so there is only one solution to dealing with deserters on the battlefield, and that is to kill one to serve as a warning to others.
"Down with Japanese imperialism!" "China will win!" "I would rather die in war than be a slave to the country's subjugation!"... A series of angry shouts came through the half-open car window. It seemed that every road, every person
There were people giving speeches in the wide place. The faces of people on and off the stage were full of grief, anger and excitement. Tangcheng could even see the grief, anger and excitement about to spurt out in their eyes. All the conceivable anti-war
Slogans resounded through the sky. Unlike Hou Xiaotian and others who were in high spirits, Tang Cheng slowly rolled up the car window on his side with a cold face, but the sound from outside still chased him and poured into his ears.
When passing an intersection, a young man who looked like a student was delivering a speech to the crowd in front of him. Several young men dressed similarly to him were handing out leaflets to the crowds. Even Hou Xiaotian, who was steering the wheel, turned down the steering wheel.
I got a leaflet from the car window. "It's a leaflet calling on young people to actively join the army to defend Shanghai." Hou Xiaotian glanced at it hurriedly, and then handed the leaflet to Tang Gaocheng, who was sitting in the back row. It's no wonder that Hou Xiaotian and the others were so transparent in their words.
With a burst of joy, weren't they giving speeches and distributing leaflets everywhere like the young man a month ago?
Tang Cheng looked at the young man outside the car window with some irritation, waving his arms vigorously and shouting. If it was still a month ago, he might have asked Hou Xiaotian to stop the car and watch, but now he has experienced the battlefield of life and death. The Anti-Japanese War is not
What can be done by just talking or handing out leaflets requires the lives of poorly equipped soldiers like Xu Erwa. Looking at the crowd outside the car window, Tangcheng felt a sense of sadness in his heart. China really