The knights in the sky fight for their lives and honor.
On the ground, in addition to various machine gunners and soldiers who were ordered to stay in hiding places and not leave at will, Lei Xiong led more than a hundred infantrymen under him and ran towards the highway.
Along the way, at least three waves of infantry rushed towards the road under the leadership of their respective commanders.
There are more than 400 infantry along the entire highway, which is absolutely unwise on the battlefield where the fighting is still fierce at this time.
But that was an order issued by Tang Dao. The military order required these infantrymen to clear the road immediately. If their own plane was damaged and had to make an emergency landing, the relatively flat simple road was their only chance.
In fact, Tang Dao had the mentality of rescuing one or two people from seventeen trucks. Needless to say, the soldiers all knew this.
Because, they also think so, otherwise, they would take huge risks and run on the highway at this time?
Most of the trucks were burning, and it was difficult for the leaked fuel not to catch fire in the high temperature caused by the bomb.
The three moving torches finally stopped after running forward for two hundred meters due to mechanical damage. They stopped on the road, like three blazing bonfires.
Every moment the flames and thick black smoke existed, it was like roasting the hearts of the infantrymen who were looking at it from afar.
Stepping out of the woods means facing the risk of death.
The Japanese planes fighting fiercely in the sky were basically carrying heavy bombs. Even if only one was dropped around the infantry, it would cause terrible damage. The infantry rushing out of the forest were actually dancing on the tip of a knife.
Life is not in their hands and depends entirely on the decisions of fate.
It's just that the infantrymen are willing.
They want to get their comrades back, even if the chance is only one in ten thousand!
You sacrificed your life to save me, why should I be stingy in your sacrifice?
However, the soldiers who desperately moved the remains of the car despite burning their hands were disappointed.
The Japanese bombs were thrown very accurately. The 250 kilogram aerial bombs basically exploded at a position of tens to ten meters on both sides of the road. Such a short distance was enough to destroy a truck running wildly on the road.
The huge air waves generated by the explosion of aerial bombs can even twist steel into terrifying shapes. How can the human body in it be lucky? Most pilots died from the terrible air waves. They were killed by the air waves.
The huge energy is shocking to life and death.
Their bodies seemed to be intact, but they were all limp. If it weren't for stretchers, almost no one could lift them up.
Their bones had been shaken to pieces by the horrific explosion.
The only thing that pleased the soldiers was that the Japanese basically used heavy aerial bombs to kill the convoy in one fell swoop, leaving huge craters dozens of meters away from the road. The violent air waves destroyed the trucks running wildly on the road.
But there was no damage to the roadbed.
They only need to push away the car wreckage that was damaged on the road. There is no need to dig holes and fill the soil, and the simple road can be used. Otherwise, fighter planes that need to make an emergency landing on the road will not have the opportunity to wait until the road becomes flat.
Although the wilderness in the south of the Yangtze River is open enough, there are many criss-crossing fields. If a fighter plane with a descent speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour runs wildly on this kind of ground, the chance of a successful emergency landing is less than 10%.
The 3,000-meter-long simple road was cleared within 10 minutes by more than 400 officers and soldiers walking along the route, and the twelve bodies were carried on stretchers covered with white cloth and placed in the woods.
Even the completely charred bodies in the three blazing bonfires were snatched out by the soldiers who risked their lives and used military uniforms, branches and even sand to extinguish the flames.
Yang Bicheng, who was at the front, was carrying his charred body, which was at least half as heavy as his elder brother.
The superior soldier didn't know who the officer who died in the battle was, but the superior soldier knew that he was a comrade like his brother. Carrying him on his back, the superior soldier could still feel the warmth and feel that his brother was still telling him: No matter what, live on!
This time, the superior soldier did not cry again, because he knew that fear and tears are the most useless things on the battlefield. If you want to survive, then be like these brave comrades and not be afraid!
Not afraid of the roaring planes overhead, not afraid of bombs that may fall at any time, not afraid of cold death.
Death is not the end of a warrior, fear of death is the abyss of a warrior.
However, there are still five bodies that have not been found, perhaps because they were too close to the explosion point and were torn apart by the huge energy of the aerial bomb explosion.
The car wreckage scattered around a hundred meters is proof of this.
But the soldiers nearby did not give up. They bent over and lowered their heads to search silently in the dirt.
Their eyes were extremely pious, and the constant roar of aircraft engines and gunfire in the sky could not make them raise their heads to take a look.
Their mission is to find their brothers.
Tang Dao issued a death order and found the remains of all the soldiers. Even if the vehicle he was in was hit by an aerial bomb and the people and vehicles were blown to pieces, the bones would still have to be found.
He promised the seventeen soldiers who bravely stepped onto the truck that he would take them home and place their ashes at the entrance of their village. This way, his mother could touch their tombstones at any time when she missed them.
It was an extremely cruel promise, but it was also the most difficult promise in this era. Seventeen soldiers who took the initiative to embark on a road of death believed it.
Countless comrades were buried in foreign lands, and even their parents, wives, and children would never know whether they were alive or dead, let alone even looking at their tombstones.
Tang Dao was a man who kept his promises extremely. In the coming years, no matter how difficult it was, his baggage troops would always have a carriage loaded not with ammunition and grain, but with those small wooden boxes and the wooden boxes. According to the soldier's self-report, Tantai Mingyue
Write down the address of your home.
Until, he helped them all find homes
"There is someone alive. This brother is still alive." A soldier was surprised in a ditch covered by grass more than 20 meters away from the roadbed.
Following the shouts, at least twenty soldiers rushed over.
"Platoon commander, the big head is still alive, the big head is still alive!" A soldier who ran over recognized the appearance of the soldier who was carried out of the trench, and his voice of surprise even suppressed the roar of the engines of the Chinese and Japanese fighter planes overhead.
"Quick, quick, medical soldiers, my soldiers are still alive, come quickly." Qian Dazhu, who has been promoted to the infantry platoon leader, yelled as he ran towards this side. "You all, please be gentle and use a first aid kit for me."
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In the entire infantry platoon, there were only three first aid kits seized from the Japanese army. They could not be used for non-fatal injuries, but Qian Dazhu did not hesitate.
The pale soldier was gently lifted out of the trench and carried carefully by the soldiers, as if caring for the most important treasure. He trotted towards the medical soldier who was running over with a medicine box 50 meters away. This was the only one alive after searching for a long time.
One that cannot be missed.
"Datou, can you hear me?" Qian Dazhu looked worriedly at the soldier's sallow face and asked softly.
The young soldier's eyes were half-opened, his eyes moved slightly, his lips moved, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
"Okay, okay, don't talk to me, just stay alive, just stay alive, the medical team will be here soon." Qian Dazhu's heart suddenly tugged.
The "platoon leader" soldier's voice was as light as a mosquito.
Then, he opened his mouth suddenly and spurted out a mouthful of purple-black blood, which sprayed all over Qian Dazhu's face, whose face suddenly became extremely ugly.
The soldier who finished spitting out blood only shouted these two words, and the luster in his half-open eyes dimmed.
"Da Tou, Da Tou, don't sleep, don't sleep! Don't scare me." The soldier who was the first to discover his comrades in the platoon shouted wildly.
Although Qian Dazhu's infantry platoon was temporarily formed for only a few days, and the soldiers came from the Security Regiment, the Sichuan Army, and the 67th Army, after a few days of hard fighting, the soldiers who lived and died together have long been integrated into one, and their emotions are not inferior to those of the original veterans.
force.
The soldier who originally belonged to the security group and was nicknamed Big Head because his head looked too big and all the helmets looked small on his head, became more and more courageous in the past few days of fighting. He even volunteered to be the driver of a convoy that was destined to die because he had driven a car.
He is not an elite, but he has the courage to be as brave as any elite.
Because bravery is contagious.
"Datou, please be strong, the medical team will be here soon." Qian Dazhu didn't bother to wipe the blood from his face, his eyes were burning and he turned around and yelled. "Medical team, hurry up!"
The medical soldier who arrived frantically used his trembling hands to test the pulse of the soldier's carotid artery, and then began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation. He exerted all his strength and pressed as hard as he could. Black blood spurted out from the soldier's mouth, mouthfuls of blood, but only
I can't see the breath I want.
"I can't save him. I can't save him." After trying for several minutes, the medical soldier knelt down and cried, his hands and face covered with blood.
Of course the medical soldier wants to save his comrades, even if he does not have a cardiotonic needle or life-sustaining medicine in his hand. The only thing he has is the manual compression that he was trained before the war.
But he also knew that this was the only soldier who could give him first aid on this deadly battlefield. If he couldn't save him, then he would be gone.
However, no matter how hard he tried, it was still gone.
The cruel battlefield will never change based on anyone's personal will.
"Impossible, impossible. Big Tou was fine just now. He could still call the platoon leader. Please save him again! He can't die. His guest and his baby are still waiting for him at home." A tight voice said.
The eyes of the soldier who was holding his comrade with warm hands were red, and he almost grabbed the medical soldier by the collar and screamed.
"He can't be saved. If I press down any more, his heart will be pushed out by me. The enemy's aerial bomb is too powerful. It will break. It will break." The medical soldier who was kneeling on the ground cried and murmured.
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Yes, the powerful aerial bomb not only used air waves to lift the soldier more than 20 meters out of the cab, but the violent energy also destroyed all his vitality at that moment.
The fact that he was able to hold on until now before dying was because his will to survive was strong enough. His guests and children were in the countryside only thirty kilometers away from here.
Home is so close, but I can never go home again.
despair.
Everyone looked at the extremely sad military doctor with only despair.
Finally, there is still no one alive?
From having hope to utter despair, is there anything sadder than this?
In an instant, all the soldiers present were in tears.
"Whatever you are crying for, swallow your tears for me." The young platoon leader, whose muscles twitched violently, yelled suddenly, then bent down and silently held one end of the stretcher, "Let's go, Big Head, we are back."
Learning to accept sacrifice, Qian Dazhu finally grew up as his old squad leader hoped.
And in the wilderness 2,000 meters away from the increasingly strong second lieutenant platoon leader, an equally young cavalry squad leader stood in front of the fallen man and horse, his figure as solid as a sculpture.
The black horse under him was trying its best to hold its head against its companion on the ground, hoping that the extremely powerful companion who had bitten it would stand up.
