Luo Yuesong, who has practiced literature and martial arts since childhood, has a well-proportioned body, walks like flying, is light and fast, and is extremely intelligent. He is especially good at throwing knives. In 1928, he entered the Whampoa Military Academy Wuhan branch to study infantry. In 1930, he was recommended by the principal of the military academy Deng Yanda to become a Japanese Army non-commissioned officer.
He studied infantry in school and returned to China with excellent results in 1933. He served as second lieutenant company commander of Dong Jianxin's 107th Brigade in the 21st Army Group and major battalion commander in 1936. In October 1938, he led his troops to guard the eastern foothills of Dabie Mountain.
At noon, the sun was blazing in the sky, and there were a few unburnt trees on the top of the mountain, still emitting light smoke. The smoke was flying in all directions with the random wind that blew from east to west.
Luo Yuesong slowly regained consciousness, stretched out his hand to touch his aching head, and wanted to get up, but found that half of his body was buried in the soil. Yuesong tried hard to pull the soil on his body with his hands, and suddenly found that
There was a Zhongzheng rifle next to his leg. Yuesong pulled out the rifle with force and put it beside him. The loess blown up by the shell was soft and smooth. In a short time, Yuesong had almost pulled the dirt off his body. Yuesong
After emerging from the soil, he realized that his lower back was scratched by shell fragments. Although there was some blood, the soft loess acted as a hemostatic powder and solidified the wound. Yuesong touched the wound.
Seeing that there was no more bleeding, I didn't bother to care about it.
Yuesong held the rifle in his hand and walked around with heavy legs. His numb face slowly began to feel, and tears overflowed from his dry eyes. The brothers around him, three to four hundred brothers, were all dead, and some had chests
They were shot, some in the head, and more were killed by artillery shells. Brothers missing arms and legs were everywhere, lying one by one in the loess of the Dabie Mountains. The loess continued to give off the smell of gunpowder smoke.
Yuesong suddenly saw Chu Nanguo, the commander of the first company. Ever since Yuesong came to the third camp, Chu Nanguo had been following Yuesong. Apart from Li Laifu, Nanguo was Yuesong's best brother. He looked at Nanguo lying on his back on the loess, glaring.
Eyes wide open, eyes closed, legs missing, such a miserable sight, Yuesong couldn't help but burst into tears, her legs went weak, and she knelt down in front of her brother, speechless in pain.
After crying for a while, Yuesong felt more comfortable and wanted to bury all the brothers. So Yuesong lifted the upper half of Nan Guo's body and tried to straighten him up, but unexpectedly found that in the loess beneath Nan Guo's body,
There was an M18***, and three magazines were found on Nanguo's body. This reminded Yuesong of the Zhongzheng rifle he had just found, plus the shell gun and forty rounds of ammunition hanging on his belt.
Short swords, and six small throwing knives that he carried with him. Yuesong looked at these weapons, and his originally pessimistic and despairing heart suddenly lit up with a flame of hope. In fact, he was not at the end of his rope. With these weapons, he could definitely
Kill more Japs, and you will die anyway. Instead of dying silently, it is better to fight him again. Even if you are alone, you can still give it a try as long as you are mobile and flexible.
Thinking of this, Yuesong took off the magazine from Nanguo and carried it on his body along with the gun. He found another shovel and started digging a big hole. He couldn't be more particular about it and left all the brothers in the dark.
Nao'er's bodies were buried together. While Yuesong was moving the bodies of his brothers around, Yuesong suddenly discovered Laifu, who was mostly buried in the loess. Yuesong knelt in front of Laifu and muttered to himself:
"Brother, although I saved you with a steamed bun and a pot of water, and took you to join the army, I didn't give you a healthy life, and I treated you like a douchebag. Alas, brother is really
I can’t bear to let you go. When you leave, Nanguo is also gone. All the brothers are gone, leaving me alone..." Yuesong's tears couldn't help but flow down his cheeks. Yuesong lay on his back.
Laifu's body was filled with tears silently.
After a pack of cigarettes, Yuesong wiped the tears from his face and tried hard to lift Laifu's body. However, he found Laifu's favorite crossbow and six crossbow arrows in the loess. Yuesong tightened the crossbow.
Holding it tightly in his hand, he stood up suddenly, raised his crossbow high, and shouted loudly: "Laifu——, Nanguo——, brothers—I, Luo Yuesong, must kill more than three hundred Japanese and avenge my brothers.
—" The voice resounded throughout the valley and echoed for a long time.
After burying the brothers, Yuesong carried a rifle on his back, a shell gun and a broken sword on his waist, six throwing knives on his belt, a crossbow behind his back, a gun in his hand, and crawled into the Dabie Mountains with his waist bent.