Just before the Japanese army was about to attack, Major Scar knocked out the last soldier under his command and buried him in the soft soil that had been blown up by artillery shells.
In order to keep him alive, Major Scar even did not hesitate to use the flesh and blood of himself and the last few seriously injured soldiers as disguises. He believed that as long as the Japanese still wanted to fight, they would not use such a bloody crater as a position.
As for whether the unconscious Cheng Dahe would be suffocated to death in the mud, or whether he would not be discovered by his comrades who were re-attacking the hill, that was not within the scope of Major Scar's consideration.
Letting him live for the time being without having to die with him was his last tactical arrangement as the battalion commander.
Major Scar succeeded. The last soldier of his sharp knife company survived tenaciously. The Japanese who were shocked by his use of flesh and blood as bullets instinctively stayed away from the crater, which prevented them from noticing that they were buried shallowly.
For the soldiers in the soil, the soft soil also has enough gaps to supply the unconscious soldiers with life-sustaining oxygen.
But living is not necessarily happier than dying, especially for such a young man who is the only one left in the army.
After experiencing the joy of finding a survivor, Major Stingy's forehead was also hurting. Even he couldn't bear such a cruel blow, let alone a young man...
"Where is this!" The young soldier who was being carried by a stretcher and walking in the wilderness opened his eyes in confusion, turned around and looked at the dark gray surroundings, and asked.
"Battle Commander Zhou, he's awake! He's awake!" The two soldiers responsible for carrying the stretcher shouted loudly and excitedly.
Rapid footsteps sounded, and Major Stingy ran over, followed by several lieutenants.
"Boy, you've finally woken up. Let me tell you that we are on our way home in two hours and are about to rendezvous with the main force of our army!" Major Stingy was really very gentle at this moment.
He was a bit gentler than when he unbuttoned his wife's clothes on their wedding night.
"Sir, have we won this battle?" Cheng Dahe's eyes sparkled when he saw Lao Zhou.
"Of course, we not only won the battle, but also drove away those idiots from the 36th Infantry Brigade. Now no one will block our way. You can sleep a little longer. We should return to our army at dawn.
The main defense area is fine." The stingy major nodded fiercely and answered the little superior soldier.
"So, where is the battalion commander? I remember he was on the battlefield with me, and there were several brothers!" Cheng Dahe shook his still dizzy head.
His memory was obviously still stuck on the moment before coma, and he even forgot that it was his battalion commander who knocked him out with his own hands.
"Old Zhao," the stingy major could only remain silent.
The surrounding officers and soldiers were silent.
Facing the only surviving soldier on this "lonely mausoleum" position, these iron-blooded soldiers who had experienced countless cruel battlefields could not tell the truth.
Because that's too cruel.
He is the only one left alive in a guard company, No. 150. From this moment on, all his familiar faces will no longer appear around him.
There was no veteran squad leader urging him to hurry up and catch up with the large army, nor was there any platoon leader roaring and ordering the entire army to enter the position. He even stood in front of the entire battalion and told these young people that they would defend to the death.
There will no longer be a major battalion commander in the camp.
Because, they are all dead.
A small dirt bag buries the responsibility of middle-aged people for life and the passion of young people. Regardless of family affection, love, and friendship, all return to dust and merge with the positions they once guarded.
"How is the battalion commander? Is he seriously injured?" Seeing no answer, Cheng Dahe couldn't help but become a little anxious, but he still had hope in his heart.
In his last memory, he was with the battalion commander. If he could live, the battalion commander should also be alive.
After being hit hard, the memory of Major Scar's personal blow completely disappeared from his brain. It may be due to the concussion of the brain, or more likely, he has selective forgetfulness.
Footsteps sounded.
"Chief Tang is here!" someone shouted in a low voice.
Everyone stood at attention.
Like Major Scar and others, Tang Dao attached great importance to the remaining young soldiers on this hilly position, and came in person as soon as he was notified of his awakening.
Because the living soldier no longer represents himself, he is already a flag and a spirit.
To disrespect this flag and its spirit is to disrespect the 200 men who died on the hill position.
Not to mention Tang Dao, even the three army lieutenant generals in the headquarters stood up collectively and saluted to the northwest where the hill is located after receiving the reason why Tang Dao would lead his troops to return an hour late.
It is easy to say the words "Fight to the death without retreating", but it is really rare in this era to actually fight until there is not a single soldier left in the entire army.
Ants are greedy for life, let alone intelligent humans at the top of the biological chain.
"They have all sacrificed. Your battalion commander, company commander, squad leader, and all your comrades on the hill position have all sacrificed." Tang Dao walked up to Cheng Dahe, who was still lying on the stretcher, and answered him firmly.
"You are the only one left. Your battalion commander knocked you unconscious and buried you in the mud until we re-attacked the hill position and found you."
"Are they all dead? Even the battalion commander is dead?" Cheng Dahe was stunned. His eyes suddenly opened wide and even tore the corners of his eyes, bleeding out.
The doctors and nurses around him carefully wiped away the blood with cotton cloth soaked in water. The soldiers did not show any reaction, just like clay sculptures.
The officers surrounding him couldn't bear to see his heartbroken look anymore, and they all cast their gazes into the distance.
But no matter how cruel it is, people have to face the truth.
"I'm sorry, soldier, I know this is cruel, but you have to accept it, because you are already the last soldier of the first company of the 108th Division Guard Battalion. As long as you are alive, your first company will still be there." Tang Dao continued. "You 108
The division commander has already called back to the headquarters of my advance regiment. He will mobilize the elite of the entire army to rebuild the sharp knife company of the guard battalion, and you will become the squad leader of the sharp knife company. Your comrades who have died in battle will be replaced by the 67th Army.
The Ministry, the 43rd Army Headquarters, and the 128th Division Headquarters jointly applied to the theater headquarters for collective combat merit. Each of them is eligible to receive the medal!"
"Soldier, your commander left you because he wanted you to rebuild the sharp knife company. You have a heavy responsibility!" Tang Dao looked at Cheng Dahe who was still as dumb as a chicken and blood was flowing out of the corners of his eyes. He couldn't bear it in his heart, but he still could only
So said.
silence!
The whole place fell into silence!
The gleam of light before dawn in the sky is looming!
The dull and pale face of the soldier reflected under the torch looked a bit sad!
"Kill! Kill the Japanese!" Cheng Dahe roared heart-breakingly, tears mixed with blood from the corners of his cracked eyes, and finally rolled down.
No one knows how Cheng Dahe survived that lonely and freezing night, but everyone knows that the leading company of the 108th Division Guard Battalion was not completely wiped out.
Before the Southeast Campaign ended, the vanguard company was rebuilt, and the only remaining captain company commander of the 108th Division Guard Battalion became the new guard battalion commander. All surviving officers and soldiers of the guard battalion were promoted to one rank, and those who died in battle were promoted to military rank.
Two levels.
Just as Tang Dao said, Cheng Dahe became the new squad leader of the sharp knife squad, but his military rank was not promoted to sergeant, but to second lieutenant.
Because he is the last hope for all the dead officers and soldiers of the guard camp.
If his enlistment years were not too short and his original military rank was too low, according to the temperament of the lieutenant general commander of the 108th Division, he might have been directly promoted to an army lieutenant and served as the commander of the sharp knife company.
However, second lieutenant-level squad leaders are also a very rare phenomenon in the military.
Major Scar, no, it should be Colonel Zhao. Minister He of the Ministry of Military Affairs personally issued the promotion order to Army Colonel.
A total of six army lieutenant generals from the entire Jiashan Defense Line jointly sent a telegram to the Songhu Theater Command, and no one dared to ignore it.
What's more, it was several army lieutenant generals who had great achievements in resisting the Japanese Tenth Army in Songjiang for four days and nights, and blocking the Japanese Tenth Army at the Jiashan Defense Line for seven days and nights.
Of course, the most irresistible thing was not just those, but the battle report telegram that was sent in the early morning and shocked the whole country.
