Chapter 458 The Waiting of Life (Double monthly votes, I hope everyone will vote enthusiastically, please!)
The battlefield is not big.
Under the dim moonlight, you can almost see everything at a glance.
Apart from the hurried footsteps of the cavalry and the anxious gasps, there were only inaudible groans of pain, which became the most gratifying guidance for the soldiers.
Yes, as long as there are groans, it proves that there are still people alive.
The discovery of the first body with a Red Cross sleeve on its arm had confirmed the soldiers' previous suspicions, and it was difficult for them to accept that all their medical teams and wounded soldiers were slaughtered.
The fact that they arrived late may become a nightmare for most people here at night. Even if they arrived two minutes earlier, some people could be saved.
What soldiers fear most is the silence of the battlefield.
Even if they are Japanese? That can still give people a little hope.
Those who groaned were indeed Chinese and Japanese.
However, when the cavalrymen ran over in surprise, they were often disappointed or even heartbroken.
It's not because all the people alive are Japanese, it's because they followed the sound and found that even if they still had breath, they couldn't save him from such an injury.
The knife is inserted into the vital part. Once it is pulled out, it will be complete death.
Four or five people in a row were like this.
The only thing they can do is to cover their bodies with military uniforms to protect them from the late night autumn cold. Apart from this, they can do nothing. This is really a very frustrating thing.
As for the Japanese who still have breath, even if we don't care about them, they will be destined to take their last breath on an autumn night with temperatures as low as five or six degrees Celsius.
Freezing them to death may be more satisfying to the cavalry than giving them a knife.
Facing the tragic battlefield and the powerlessness of their strangers but comrades-in-arms, the cavalrymen were on the verge of mental collapse.
"Brother, I want to save you, but how can I save you?" So much so that a young cavalryman knelt down in front of the angry wounded soldier, punched the ground hard with his fist, and burst into tears. "I'm sorry, I'm 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 life. These cavalry who have survived from rounds of battlefields have personally experienced countless swords and swords. It stands to reason that for such white swords in the blood to enter the red
The knife is the most immune.
However, facing such a battlefield that was so cruel that it exceeded their imagination, even the extremely strong cavalrymen who had been baptized by war over and over again were eventually broken.
In front of the young cavalryman kneeling down was an infantryman who was equally young as him.
The body of the infantryman who was originally lying on the corpse of the Japanese soldier was turned over, revealing half of his face as pale as paper. It was the blood blisters in his mouth and nose that proved that he was still breathing.
However, he could lose his breath at any time. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, his arms tightly held the dead Japanese soldier under him, and there was still a lump of flesh and blood in his mouth.
There is no need to trace the source of flesh and blood. The most fatal injury suffered by the Japanese infantryman was the extremely obvious large bloody hole on his neck.
I think it was the bite from the Chinese infantry that directly cut off the blood vessels and arteries of the Japanese infantry.
No one knows how he unleashed a terrifying bite force comparable to that of a tiger or wolf, just as no one knows how he managed to be stabbed by a bayonet and close the distance between himself and the enemy who stabbed him.
The face of the dead Japanese soldier was covered with pain, but there was also intense and twisted panic. At the moment of death, he should also be filled with deep confusion in his mind.
The bayonet is a sharp blade made of fine stainless steel. Its job is to pierce the skin and penetrate the muscles. As long as it is stronger, it is not difficult to penetrate the thick human body.
However, it was very difficult for the barrel at the back and even the thick body of the gun to penetrate human tissue. Anyway, with the strength of the Japanese infantry, it was definitely impossible.
But there are people in this world who can do it.
Moreover, it is the injured himself.
Yes, what made the young cavalryman cry and kneel down was the helpless injury on the young infantryman's lower abdomen.
It was a penetrating wound that was so terrible that even the best surgeons in the world would be at a loss. Together with the 38-type rifle with a bayonet of 1.73 meters long, except for the jujube butt, the bayonet, barrel, and bolt were still left on the body.
All penetrated, and the gun body exposed behind the infantry was more than one meter long.
Although the bayonet is dripping with blood, the thick barrel exposed outside the body and the gun body hanging with flesh and blood are the most chilling.
All that flesh and blood comes from inside the human body!
Internal organ fragments belonging to wounded soldiers.
The scene that had happened on the battlefield appeared in everyone's mind.
The Japanese army has stabbed the bayonet hard into the young infantryman's lower abdomen. He is already sure of victory. If he can, he can even flex his arms and muscles to lift the bayonet tip, completely slit the tender belly of the enemy on the opposite side, and expose the organs to the air.
Finally died a painful death.
But he had no chance.
The young Chinese infantryman who was stabbed by him seemed to have been fully prepared.
More than just preparation for death!
With the help of the sharp stabbing tip of the Japanese infantry, the young Chinese infantry advanced instead of retreating. The force of the two-way confrontation was so great that the bayonet passed through his body. However, this was not enough. He was still moving forward to order
With jaw-dropping strength, his entire body passed through most of the rifle, closing the distance between him and the enemy to half a meter. He then stretched out his arms, tightly hugged the already stunned enemy, and bit down.
Teeth, the sharpest weapons of carnivorous creatures.
Human beings, creatures that rely on wisdom to occupy the top of the food chain, have used this forgotten instinct, and their power is not weak.
The Japanese soldier died due to excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen, and he was furious.
In the already crazy battlefield, no one paid attention to a 'corpse' that had penetrated most 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 that penetrated the rifle. Otherwise, it is not enough to describe the scene that comes to mind.
No one knows how this angry Chinese soldier endured the pain of having his flesh and bones ripped out, and no one knows that he was still alive despite such huge trauma.
But the few cavalrymen surrounding him and the cavalrymen who knelt down and cried bitterly knew one thing: they could not save him.
Not to mention the internal organ fragments still hanging on the gun, 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, and he is so tenacious that it is heartbreaking.
The seriously injured young soldier may have heard the familiar native language. His half-open eyeballs turned slightly, and his pale paper lips moved slightly.
The kneeling young cavalryman quickly put his ear close to the seriously wounded infantryman. The cavalrymen around him collectively held their breath and tried their best to keep the surroundings quiet.
The words spoken by the "former" wounded soldier while he was dying were so blurry that it was difficult to hear clearly even close to his lips.
But the young cavalryman felt blessed at that moment. He reached out and touched the chest of the wounded soldier. There was a small notebook on the hard chest.
"Is this the notebook you're talking about?" The young cavalryman hurriedly took out the notebook.
"Mom!" The wounded soldier struggled to utter a word that was so silencing.
"Bring it to your mother, I know, I know!" The young cavalryman was ecstatic and nodded desperately. "Brother, tell me your name."
However, he was greeted by silence.
The wounded soldier who had struggled so hard was no longer breathing!
The head has dropped slightly.
This should be the reason why he insists on not dying until now.
He hoped that someone could bring his relics to his mother.
There should be something 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 your relics home, brother." Tears fell from the eyes of the young cavalryman, and he swore while hugging the wounded soldier who had lost all his breath.
The surrounding cavalry stood at attention and saluted.
Although saluting on the battlefield is against military discipline, they believe that this soldier who is so tenacious deserves it!
In the end, the relic of this soldier who persisted despite being severely injured was passed over by several soldiers in the cavalry battalion. In the fifth year after the war, Lu Sanjiang, who had grown into a cavalry battalion commander, traveled hundreds of miles to personally carry out the mission.
Sent to a county in the northwest.
It was definitely a wealthy family.
The young Chinese infantrymen could have inherited their ancestral heritage and spent their lives peacefully, regardless of how prosperous and wealthy they were.
However, the young man whose parents spent a lot of money to send him to study in Peking chose to join the 67th Army, which was recruiting troops, one month after the war broke out.
The new soldier who was ordered to retreat chose to give up his life and power with such cruelty on the final battlefield to realize his original intention of joining the army, and then expressed his regret for his mother with unparalleled tenacity in life.
No need to read the words in the small book, everyone present will understand!
The elderly mother didn't know that her son, who had been missing for several years, had already given birth to his country until she saw her son's last words 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 divisions of guard battalions were responsible for establishing blocking positions to block the 36th Infantry Brigade.
Everyone present was in great mourning!
Throughout the county, every family hangs white flags, just for this one child!
On that day, hundreds of people joined the army in the city!
After the national war is won, only one out of ten people can return home.
However, for those who lost their children while serving in the army in this county, someone must go to visit them every New Year's Day.
