The roads crowded with refugees were already littered with corpses. When the Japanese planes dropped bombs, they were still looking up in wonder. The bombs falling from the sky exploded directly among them, giving them no chance or possibility to disperse.
After the first wave of bombs exploded, before the rising smoke, flying shrapnel and the human body hit the ground, the machine guns on the Japanese fighter planes also fired at the same time. The large-caliber machine gun bullets hit the human body, leaving a large hole in the intestines and stomach.
Some people were even torn into two pieces or fragments by machine gun bullets.
Tang Cheng watched with his own eyes as a Japanese aircraft climbed to a certain height again and then hovered gracefully sideways. It adjusted its posture and dived down again. It opened fire several hundred meters away. The rain of bullets falling on the ground seemed to be drawn by invisible hands.
The straight line that came out, the dirt on the ground that was hit by each bullet splashed high. This line quickly extended along the direction of the plane's flight, and extended into the area where the refugees were scattered. The scene of flying mud turned into mud.
Mixed with bloody rags, the roaring machine gun fire even covered up the frightened shouts and painful wails of the refugees on the ground.
The continuous dive and strafing did not seem to satisfy the pilots of the Japanese fighter planes. Anyway, the refugees on the ground had no weapons to deal with them, so they simply climbed up in a leisurely manner in the fighter plane, and then calmly dived and strafed. Listen carefully.
Hearing the distinctive whine of the Japanese planes swooping down, Tang Cheng's heart couldn't help but feel in his throat. Especially when the huge bullet holes made on the ground by the Japanese planes just a few times when they swooped down, he felt like he was living in the same place.
He was hovering on the edge of death. If he accidentally got hit, he would probably not only die, but also end up with no body intact.
The Japanese fighter planes circling in a circle swooped down again. Half of the refugees had been frightened by the previous formation. The remaining refugees who had reacted quickly had started to scatter with their relatives and friends. The road and the wild fields beside the road
There were bloodstains and mutilated corpses everywhere, and it was so soft that one could not stand firmly when one stepped on it. However, the refugees who were dragging their families and trying to survive did not care about the many, and just kept heading towards the small village where they were hiding in Tangcheng.
Run through the woods.
"It's broken." Tang Cheng, who was lying on the ground with a pale complexion, endured the discomfort of vomiting. The Japanese pilots were neither fools nor blind. With so many refugees running towards the woods, they would definitely attract the Japanese army.
Tang Cheng did not think that this small forest of miscellaneous trees could withstand the strafing and bombing of Japanese aircraft. "Let's go, follow me." Without any time to think, Tang Cheng stood up and picked up the child who had been crying.
Turning around and running away, the bespectacled man didn't care about the suitcase at this time. He just carried the baggage with one hand and pulled his woman after Tang Cheng stumbled after him.
"Quick gun, hurry up, those people will attract the Japanese planes. We have to go through the woods and escape as far as possible." Tang Cheng relied on his feeling and ran deep into the woods, shouting loudly as he ran.
Shouting, boosting the morale of the two people following behind. "Da da da da da da" The strange movements of the large number of refugees indeed attracted the attention of the Japanese pilots, and the chasing machine guns shot into the crowd like water.
The refugees who were desperately fleeing fell into a pool of blood one after another.
"Stop, stop first." The edge of the woods could already be seen. The panting Tang Cheng stopped and used his body to stop the couple who continued to run forward. "Hold your child first, wait for me.
Yes." Tang Cheng pushed the child who had stopped crying back to the woman, then took out a dagger from his waist and ran towards a bush in sight. "Hold these bushes and let's leave the woods." Tang Cheng
He divided half of the shrub branches he had chopped with his dagger and gave them to the couple. He raised the shrub branches he held in his hands above his head and ran towards the edge of the woods as a sign.
Use tree branches as cover. This is what Tang Cheng saw from Xie Bo's battlefield notes. Those planes that kept strafing were flying very fast. It was impossible for the Japanese pilots inside to see the people on the ground clearly. Tang Cheng
With the help of the bush branches they held in their hands, they were able to hide their figures very well, so that they would not be discovered by the Japanese pilots in the plane as soon as they ran out of the woods. The "boom" and "boom" explosions were getting closer and closer to Tangcheng and the others, and they gritted their teeth.
Tang Cheng rushed out of the woods and dragged the family of three into a depression full of weeds.
A shrub suddenly appeared in the depression filled with weeds. Tang Cheng and the family of three were hidden in the swaying shrub. With the help of the long grass next to it, even the people on the ground were hiding.
It was impossible to tell that Tang Cheng and the others were hiding in the depression. Just as Tang Cheng expected, the grove that was safe just now was filled with smoke and screams, and large clouds of smoke and flames were rising from the grove. Tang Cheng
The bespectacled man and woman next to him looked at the grove where they had just been hiding and were dumbfounded.
The Japanese planes hovering in the sky were still swooping and shooting. Those panicked refugees were their targets. Every time the swooping planes pulled up their noses, they would always leave a string of corpses splattered with plasma behind them.
But every time the plane raised its nose to readjust its dive angle, the refugees lying on the ground pretending to be dead would always get up and run wildly because they did not want to lie down with the bloody corpses around them.
"Who are you?" After getting away from the danger, the man with glasses turned to look at Tang Cheng, who had his eyes closed and was concentrating. He originally thought that Tang Cheng was a little miserable when he was escaping alone at such a young age, but he didn't expect that this young man would
He is a well-hidden person. He knows how to drop bombs from planes and how to avoid plane bombings. There are so many weird things about this young man. As the only man in the family, the man with glasses has to ask for answers.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." Seeing that the bespectacled man was protecting his wife and children behind him and acting cautiously towards himself, Tang Cheng helplessly gave an overview of his own affairs and said:
He is not a deserter. "I just don't want to be a soldier. The Japanese army is too bad. I have fought with Japanese soldiers and the Japanese soldiers are no match for them." Tang Cheng took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but when he saw
With the child in the woman's arms, Tang Cheng did not light the cigarette.
"Little brother, you are wrong to think this way. If all the Chinese people think this way, then who will fight against the Japanese? Do we have to watch the Japanese soldiers occupy our homes and massacre our relatives?" The seemingly frail man with glasses lowered his head.
roared angrily, glaring at Tangcheng with wide-eyed eyes. "Japan is just a small island country. We, the great China, have 450 million people. We don't need all the Chinese to rise up and fight against Japan."
Even one tenth of the Japanese invaders can drink a pot of it."
The bespectacled man's words made Tang Cheng a little ashamed, but only a little ashamed, because Tang Cheng did not think that he was a coward or a coward. He had fought with Japanese soldiers in Shanghai, he had fought with Japanese soldiers in Qiandeng Town, and he had fought with Japanese soldiers in Suzhou.
He also fought against the Japanese. Compared with the Chinese who just hid their heads and fled for their lives, Tang Cheng thought that he had done a pretty good job. "Stop arguing, the plane seems to have left." Just as the two were arguing, he hugged
But the woman who had the child breathed a sigh of relief as if she was relieved.
"You guys wait here now. I'll go over and take a look. Oh, maybe that scene is a bit scary, so you'd better wait here until I come back to call you." Tang Cheng has experienced battlefield fighting and knows the battlefield well.
It was tragic, so when he was going to find out what was going on, he subconsciously asked the family of three to stay where they were. Before the man with glasses could say anything, Tang Cheng pulled out the shell gun fastened to his waist and stood up and ran out of the depression.
The road after the air raid seemed to be more tragic than Tangcheng expected. There were bloodstains and corpses everywhere. Many of the corpses were still incomplete. Some of the corpses even seemed to belong to the same family, because they were all together until their death.
They were holding hands. Tang Cheng and the others were not the only ones to survive. There were survivors among the bloodstained corpses. However, judging from their injuries, it was unlikely that they would survive. Because they did not have the medicine to treat themselves, they only
Can wail and wait for death.
The parents who lost their children cried bitterly while holding their young bodies. The men and women who lost their elders also knelt down and cried. However, what Tangcheng saw were more survivors sitting in a puddle of blood. They were all charred and black.
There was no expression on Chen Chen's face, and there were no obvious wounds on their bodies, but those people just sat motionless despite the cries or beatings of their relatives, looking as if they had been killed by the Japanese army.
It was as if the bombs dropped by the plane were frightening.
Putting the shell gun back on his waist, Tang Cheng bent down and picked up a photo from his feet. It was a black and white family photo. Judging from the smooth and smooth texture of the photo, it should have been taken recently. The photo was very stylish.
Traditionally, young parents are holding their children. The sweet smile and curly hair make the woman in the photo very beautiful. The man holding the child in his arms looks a bit serious, with his frown already showing.
The font of "Liao Chuan" makes people think that this man is unsmiling.
Wiping off a trace of blood on the photo with his sleeve, Tang Cheng put the photo back on the ground. Holding back the pungent smell of blood and burnt food, Tang Cheng walked through the messy road in search of his little bundle.
Tang Cheng carries both pistols with him, but the clothes and dry food he bought for money in Suzhou are all in that small bag. The most important thing is that the wound medicine that Tang Cheng bought at a high price is also in that small bag.
The wound on Tang Cheng’s arm has not healed yet. The wound caused by running wildly while holding the child has collapsed again. Without medical treatment, the wound is very likely to fester and fester.