Five Hundred and Thirty-Two Pillars

Wearing a gray earthen military uniform, with a German M35 helmet on his head, and his yellow face covered with dust and dried blood, this soldier held his Mauser 98k rifle and stared at the flat land in the distance.

There is a patch on the elbow of his clothes, and some corners have already exposed threads due to friction, but it can be seen that he still cherishes the clothes very much, because this clothes represent a respectable profession, a soldier.

At the railway station in Nanjing, he straightened his chest and stood on the platform to accept the applause from the squire and the chairman. A young girl tied red flowers to his chest, and at that moment he knew that his future must be full of hardships.

Those officials and gentlemen have never treated him with mud legs so kindly. Once they become friendly to you, they are ready to collect rent or rob your daughter.

But later the educated company commander told them many things, about what it means to defend the country, what it means to be a subjugated slave, about the Qing soldiers entering the customs, and about the Sino-Japanese War. Anyway, he felt that if he was in Shanhaiguan, the Qing soldiers could only step on his corpse to enter the customs; anyway, he felt that if he was in the Beiyang Navy, he would have to fight the Japanese to the death.

So he stood in the trenches of Shanghai with his gun on his back like this, so he vented his anger into the bullets shot by shot like this, because he was a shooter, because he remembered the consecutive What Chang told him before he died: As long as we live, we will not let the Japanese army harm our daughter!

But I am alive, retreated from Shanghai to Nanjing, and retreated from Nanjing to Wuhan, and now I am still alive, lingering on my last breath, watching those occupied areas expand little by little, but I dare not die as generously as my old company commander.

"Boom!" He pulled the trigger, and a Japanese soldier with a gun fell down. Behind this Japanese soldier, more Japanese soldiers with bayonets stuck in their guns shouted viciously, Long live His Majesty the Emperor, and shot to the center. The * team rushed to the position.

He unhurriedly pulled the bolt of his gun and ejected a shell. The hot bullet casings clanged and fell to the ground under their feet, making a crisp sound when they hit the stones. He closed his bolt, held his rifle steadily, and pulled the trigger again, another bullet was fired, and another invader fell.

This is his position, this is the land of the Chinese! want to? That life comes to fill! Fill it up to 40 million, until no Chinese can breathe, then you can take it! As long as the Yanhuang blood is still hot, everything here belongs to the Chinese! Heavenly King and Lao Tzu, I can't take it away!

He hasn't read the book, so he accepts this dead truth. What his old company commander said back then-the old company commander is not really old, he is 7 years younger than him, only 23 years old. But when he was dying of hunger, the young man smiled and shared half of the pie with him, and the half pie was worth his whole life! He has not read the book,

So I accept this deadly truth.

Back then, in a company with 120 soldiers, everyone shared 40 cakes, and those who couldn't get them would starve to death. Now 119 people are lying in the enemy-occupied area, and they did not treat the 40 big cakes given to them by the common people. The company flag is in the burden behind him. He is not dead, the company is still there, and it is still an indestructible company!

The distance from Chongqing, the accompanying capital, is getting closer and closer, and there are fewer and fewer familiar faces around me. The supplementary soldiers wore American steel helmets and various rifles, and their clothes were much newer than those they wore back then.

But he still likes to wear the m35 steel helmet, he likes to wear the combat boots that have been worn out and the soles are one size too big, he likes the triangular army thorn introduced by General Sickert for China and the shorter but more accurate one in his hand Mauser 98k rifle. Because as long as you wear this outfit, when the general dismounts from the horse and the prime minister gets off the sedan chair, Generalissimo Jiang will pay a military salute to himself first.

Why? Because of the 119 men lying in the enemy-occupied area! Because the 5 German mech masters beat up Shanghai and didn't lose this fact! Because every Chinese soldier who wears this outfit, Japan offers a reward of 1,000 yen! Because every Chinese in this attire has achieved the simple but heavy four words of defending the country.

He pulled the bolt, and another shell case fell to his feet, and the raindrops hit the helmet, making a ping-pong-pong sound, the Japanese were getting closer, and the machine gun position on his side had long been silent— —No more bullets, a reason that sounds cruel but is very real.

Looking at his empty bomb bay, he closed the bolt helplessly. He touched the breast pocket that he had touched countless times before, and put down his palm with a wry smile. There were indeed no bullets there, and he knew it a long time ago.

"Today I will not retreat!" He laughed, and shouted his words in the rain with a big laugh. He bit his lip, unloaded the burden he was carrying, and buried it under his feet indiscriminately, then pulled out a nearly two-foot-long triangular army thorn from the side of his waist, and fixed it on his rifle with a click.

"Little devil! Grandpa is here today to teach you how to fight with a bayonet!" He lowered his body and stared at the front with cold eyes. The soldiers around him had long since run out of bullets, and they had been holding their bayonet-mounted guns for a while. . The two looked at each other and saw the firm courage in each other's eyes.

The Japanese army was getting closer, and they could clearly hear the babbling Japanese dialect. The Japanese army's bright bayonets looked even more terrifying, and they were more visually effective than the non-reflective black military bayonets on the Chinese defender's side.

"Put down...weapons...surrender...don't kill!" A Japanese soldier loudly persuaded the Chinese defenders who were close at hand to surrender in jerky Chinese. However, the last bullet fired from an unknown place hit the forehead of the Japanese soldier who persuaded him to surrender.

"Fuck you! Don't kill me! If you don't kill me, I will kill you!" On the Chinese battlefield, a voice with a Northeast dialect cursed: "If you have any kind, let me come up, let's see who is grandpa!"

"Charge!" The Japanese officer who was guarded by the Japanese soldiers in the center saw that the squadron was still ignorant of current affairs, waved the command knife in his hand angrily, and gave the order to charge. In his eyes, no troops capable of bayoneting the Japanese army have yet been born.

The distance between the two sides has become closer, and it is no longer the distance to shoot at each other - the Japanese army has a glorious tradition of fighting bayonets, and the Chinese side only has bayonets to solve the problem, so the two sides coincidentally collided.

The Chinese veteran who had been lying in the trench jumped up, and as soon as he exerted his strength with both hands, he used the military thorn to push aside the Japanese bayonet that was stabbing at him. The next moment he sent his back hand forward, the long military thorn seemed to be cut into As smooth as lard, it entered the chest of the Japanese soldier.

Blood gushed out along the bloodletting groove of the military thorn, splashing the Chinese veteran all over, but he didn't care, and with a little force, he pulled out his military thorn and rushed towards the next target. Now this is a game, kill as many opponents as possible in as much time as possible, until you die, this game will not end.

"Ha!" With a cry, he stabbed another Japanese soldier through his body, and with the strength of the Japanese soldier's fall, he continued to move forward bravely. The Japanese army on the opposite side was obviously intimidated by his momentum, and even took a step back.

This Japanese soldier was only about 20 years old. He was a very young guy. He didn't seem to have joined the army for long. His face turned pale from the scene of soldiers from both sides being strangled together. Subconsciously backed away.

On the battlefield, it is natural for me to advance when the enemy retreats. Chinese veterans are used to seeing life and death, and there is no sympathy for this moment. With both hands, they thrust out their military thorns, and inserted them into the Japanese young man's chest again and again. Body.

"Ah!" Accompanied by a scream, the Japanese youth swayed and fell down. He didn't retreat because of timidity and lived a few seconds longer than others. At this moment, the Chinese soldier who had been walking side by side beside the veteran was stabbed to the ground by two Japanese soldiers with bayonets, with bright red blood foaming from his mouth.

More Japanese soldiers came up, one after another the Chinese soldiers fell down, the blood of both sides pooled together, making the road under their feet muddy. On this nameless hillside, the shouting and killing still did not stop, without end.

"Seize the German helmet! Grab the German helmet!" The Japanese commander saw his troops in the crowd seem to be cut by a sharp blade, as fragile as the silk under the edge of a pair of scissors Unbearable. He screamed sharply, hoping that his soldiers could drown that god-like existence.

At this moment, the blood-stained Chinese veteran is like a flat boat in the sea, constantly moving forward surrounded by Japanese soldiers. His shots are steady and accurate, accurate and ruthless, because there are no bullets to squander in training, so the only things he can practice hard frequently are assassination and blocking.

Ge blocked a sharp bayonet, and a military stab pierced directly through the opponent's eyes, and stopped when it hit the skull on the back of the head. At the same time, the Chinese veteran's leg was pierced by another Japanese soldier's bayonet. Blood spurted out, and the feeling of pain came.

Without looking back, the veteran drew his hands back, drew out his military thorn and stabbed at the Japanese soldier who stabbed him. After a scream, another Japanese soldier fell down clutching his chest. However, another Japanese soldier stabbed the veteran's ribs with a bayonet on the other side, making the Chinese veteran's movements even slower.

Withdrawing his bayonet, he mechanically stabbed at the other end, and there was another scream, but this time the veteran failed to withdraw his bayonet, because two Japanese soldiers quickly stepped forward and grabbed the veteran's gun.

How many have you changed? The Chinese veteran asked himself a question in his mind, and then he opened his mouth and smiled with blood on his mouth: "My name is Zhuzi! The company commander said that I am the pillar of this country!"