Dragon Boat Festival led the people to run for ten miles and finally got rid of the Japanese behind them.
At this time, even if it is the Dragon Boat Festival, I will be exhausted and out of breath.
"Check the number of people. Don't sit down in a hurry. Your legs will cramp. Keep walking."
The Dragon Boat Festival gave the order, and the soldier who had just sat down lazily stood up again.
Old Abacus took a few breaths and began to count, and during this count, apart from those who had died, there were still thirty-eight people left. Three people had died and six were injured.
One of them was seriously injured, and the remaining five were slightly injured.
At this time, the soldiers carried the sacrificed brothers on their backs and put them together.
Dragon Boat Festival counted and felt something was wrong, because just now he clearly saw four soldiers being beaten. What about the other person?
"There is one less."
Duanwu asked, and Old Abacus said: "It's quite a lot. Four of them were sacrificed in total."
"no!"
Looking around during the Dragon Boat Festival, soldiers are all there. But this is strange, where are the seriously injured people?
"Has anyone seen the severely injured embolus?"
Duanwu asked, and everyone suddenly realized, where is Shuanzi who was seriously injured?
"Tuanzu, I'm here,...poof!..."
He raised his hands and took a step forward.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he took this step, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He was the seriously injured Shuan Zi, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall and weighed 130 kilograms. During the retreat, he found that it was difficult to carry his brother on his back, so he asked to get down and be helped to run.
The wound was very painful at first, but as he ran, he lost consciousness. Even when it was time to take a rest, he was still standing in the team like everyone else.
But he didn't know that his blood had already dried up. He was shot twice in the chest and his lungs were punctured. A person like this would find it difficult to breathe even if he was lying down, let alone running.
Shuanzi laughed miserably under the attention of everyone, and then fell down slowly and weakly.
"embolus?"
"Big guy?"
The soldiers called Shuanzi's name one after another, while acquaintances called him Big Man.
He is physically strong and can withstand two more bullets. When his comrades are injured, he is the one who carries them.
But at this time, such a strong man fell down.
The soldiers burst into tears. Although many of them had not been with the big man for a long time, his honest smile and courageous back have been firmly engraved in everyone's mind.
Duanwu was also impressed by this big man.
Duanwu originally wanted him to serve as a machine gunner, but the big man said that he was good at shooting with a rifle.
So Duanwu equipped the big man with a semi-automatic rifle.
The big man was very happy and giggled at the Dragon Boat Festival.
He used to be a superior soldier in the Gui Army. Because he was good with a gun, he was considered a sniper in the team.
But the gun he used at that time was really unsatisfactory.
Although most of the weapons used by the Gui army are imported Type 88 rifles, these weapons are almost all obsolete products from Germany. Whether it is its accuracy or range, it is incomparable with the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle.
The big man couldn't put it down holding the gun. He didn't know what to say, so he could only respond to the Dragon Boat Festival with a silly smile on his face.
The smile is so genuine, he looks like a child who hasn't grown up yet.
But the Japanese came and asked this child to take up a gun to defend his country and the people of this country.
He has traveled thousands of miles, but he has Chinese blood flowing in his bones.
The most common thing he said was, "We Chinese cannot be bullied. I don't know what the higher-ups think. I'm just here to fight the Japanese."
Simple language can impress people the most, and the big man never quarrels with others, leaving a good impression on everyone.
The soldiers were sad and crying, all this was seen in the eyes of the big man. He saw the Dragon Boat Festival and stretched out his hand.
Duanwu held the big man's blood-covered hand and asked, "I'm here, just tell me what you have to say. As long as I can do it, I will do it for you."
The big man still had a silly smile on his face: "You are a good commander, but I am not blessed. I really want to keep fighting with you!"
"Silly!"
Dragon Boat Festival was suddenly poked in tears by the big man, and he couldn't hold back his tears.
The hot tears fell on the big man's hand, and the big man left with a smile on his face and no regrets. Because Duan Wu was indeed a good officer, because everyone present had fought with many officers and beaten many feet.
.But no officer will shed tears because of the death of a soldier.
The most they say is that those who retreat will die, and certain high ground must be taken down by me.
As for how many people died and who died, they never cared.
But Duanwu is different. Duanwu regards them as his brothers. And whenever he encounters danger, Duanwu must be the one at the front.
They had never seen such a commander before. So before he died, the big man said this: You are a good commander.
This sentence seems to speak the voice of every soldier, and they have such a sentence in their hearts. Although they did not express it, their actions have proved this.
Obeying Duanwu's orders is not because he is afraid of his high official rank, but just because Duanwu is a good officer.
After a long silence, Duanwu took off his hat and paid a silent tribute to the team members who died.
All the soldiers stood up at this moment. They took off their hats and lowered their heads slightly to remember their fallen comrades.
After a long time, the Dragon Boat Festival ordered: "Change the clothes on the brothers. They died fighting the Japanese. They are martyrs. After their death, they can no longer wear the clothes of the Japanese."
"yes!"
The soldiers responded and then began to change the military uniforms of the martyrs, replacing them with their previous American uniforms.
Duan Wu and Lao Abacus went to dig graves for the soldiers with shovels. Lao Abacus approached Duan Wu and lowered his voice: "Tuanzuo, although you are very sad now, there is one thing I still want to report. The process of our ammunition
There won’t be much left after this battle.”
Duanwu nodded, because he knew that ammunition consumption was high. And when they came, each person only had about two hundred rounds of ammunition on average.
These bullets include rifle bullets and pistol bullets, totaling less than 9,000 rounds.
But Lao Baanpan's subsequent report still shocked him. One-half of the bullets had been consumed. In other words, the total number of bullets for the remaining thirty-eight people was only more than 4,000 rounds.
Of course, if they were all holding rifles, there would be a lot of bullets. But most of them were automatic weapons.
With insufficient ammunition, it was difficult for them to fight the Japanese again. Moreover, at this time, they had gone deep into the Japanese hinterland, and Duanwu had to consider the survival of this special force.
"Okay, I get it!"
Duanwu nodded and continued digging. Because the ammunition issue can be put aside, the bodies of the soldiers must be buried first, because you don’t know when the damn little devil will bite you again! . . .