Chapter 27 The Grief of Veterans!

The night is getting darker.

The cheers of the Chinese people gradually subsided.

As the Japanese army took back all the search teams, Zhabei, Songhu, completely returned to peace.

In the ruins more than 200 meters in front of the Sixing Warehouse, dozens of Japanese corpses lay scattered.

It’s not that the Japanese army didn’t want to take care of their fallen comrades. After the gunfire fell completely silent, they sent out corpse collection teams wearing red cross cuffs to collect the corpses.

Perhaps realizing that it was impossible to launch an attack on the Chinese defenders in the warehouse at night, the Japanese army rarely relented and took the initiative to fire off flares, exposing an unarmed infantry team that came to collect the corpses to the Chinese defenders in the Sihang Warehouse. In front of the army.

Originally, according to the words of Lei Xiong, the commander of the machine gun company, "Let them keep their eggs. All the machine gun fire points on the second and third floors will obey the order. When they advance 150 meters, I will kill them."

The army lieutenant colonel who put down the telescope waved his hand to stop him: "The machine gunners should be more vigilant. As long as they don't try to get closer within 150 meters, they will be ignored."

"Regimental deputy, are we still playing courtesy with the Japanese? Didn't you see how they dealt with the remains of our brothers who died in the battle?" Lei Xiong was a straight-tempered person, and he immediately stiffened his neck.

What Lei Xiong said is of course true.

On the battlefield of the bloody battle between the two armies on the Songhu front line, both sides had the remains of their own positions that were too late to recover. The Japanese army, which suffered equally heavy losses, in order to deter the fiercely resisting Chinese army and prevent any fish from slipping through the net, even used tanks after occupying the positions. Cars ran over the remains of Chinese soldiers and burned them with gasoline.

The Chinese people are very particular about the idea of ​​being laid to rest. On the battlefield, many people are no longer afraid of death, but they are worried that they will not be buried and their souls will not be able to return to their hometown after death. Therefore, what many soldiers tell their comrades is: If I die, , remember to dig my hole two feet down to avoid being dug out by wild dogs.

The dead are dead, but the living cannot keep their promises. How can Lei Xiong not hate him?

"Japanese pirates are beasts, how can we be equal to them? What's more..." the lieutenant colonel of the army snorted angrily, looking at the black face of his capable subordinate who was red with anger, he couldn't help but sigh slightly. : "Platoon Leader Tang, tell him."

After saying that, he took a few officers and left the observation point, leaving only Tang Dao, who had just made a great contribution, and Lei Xiong, who was still angry.

"Brother! Sir, there is a reason for doing this." Tang Dao took the Japanese cigarettes that had just been cleaned up from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, handed one to the grumpy master, and persuaded him with gentle words.

"You tell me, and I listen!" Lei Xiong sat down on the ground, lit his cigarette with the diesel torch plugged next to him, took a long puff, and said muffledly.

With this person's temperament, if he could treat Tang Dao like this when he was so angry, that would be a great honor to the emperor.

Naturally, that was also because Tang Dao had killed dozens of Japanese troops in two consecutive battles. If it had been anyone else, let alone a small platoon leader, his tone would not have been so peaceful.

He didn't even look at the lieutenant colonel and didn't let the other three company commanders tell him. That was because he knew Lei Xiong too well.

"There are several reasons, one: all the Japanese soldiers who fell in front of my position have been hit by our army, and there is no chance that there will be any more alive. The Japanese army cannot find any survivors when they are carried back;

Second: The corpses of the Japanese soldiers were of no use until they were left in our warehouse. They will even cause some trouble during the battle tomorrow, because then we will no longer be able to walk out of the warehouse like we do now. It is difficult to distinguish them with the naked eye from a distance. It's the living ones and the dead ones; there's no need to distract our firepower with some dead bodies;

Third: There is a concession not far away from us, and I don’t know how many Westerners wearing the cloak of so-called freedom are looking at us! As the commander said, the Japanese invaders are beasts. We can deal with them the same way we deal with beasts. When they finish the first grade of junior high school, we will do the fifteenth grade. But we cannot imitate their ugly appearance before the Japanese invaders. Well, from a strategic point of view, it is better to lose first than to take advantage. "

"I am a very good person. You can say this so many times, brother, and I am convinced." Lei Xiong from Shaanxi was stunned and blurted out with a local accent.

"Haha, brother, if you still want to hear it, I still have it here!" Tang Dao smiled slightly. "Look, the wind is blowing from the northeast now, and the fishy smell is already very unpleasant. When the cannon goes off tomorrow, you will still be able to eat it with the smell of barbecue after being roasted by fire like this. Come in and eat!”

"Uh!" Lei Xiong retched involuntarily when Tang Dao said it, and waved his hands repeatedly: "That's enough, that's enough, don't say it anymore, I've had enough of that smell."

Having said this, the tough man suddenly leaned back a little lonely: "I just feel sad when I think of my old brothers."

Perhaps because he didn’t want Tang Dao to see the tears in his eyes, Lei Xiong closed his eyes slightly and murmured in a low voice: "The platoon leader of my machine gun company died on the front line. I promised him that if he dies, I made sure to get a good coffin board for him to collect his body, but before I had time, the Japanese came up and their tanks ran over...

Our regiment organized a death squad, and nearly 200 people were killed again. Finally, we regained the position. I looked for my brothers like crazy. I thought that I could at least dig a hole for them and bury them. I would also find a hole for them if I died. Isn’t it home?

But my row is long! A dignified man of 1.8 meters, I managed to find only a little bit of flesh and bones in his second lieutenant uniform. The rest was gone, gone! "

The tough guy with his eyes tightly closed did not show any trace of tears, but the instantaneous twitching of his facial muscles also allowed Tang Dao to see his grief-stricken heart.

As a former veteran, Tang Dao understood him very well. If sacrifice was inevitable, as a comrade-in-arms, he would just continue to move forward in the direction where he fell until he fell down.

But if he returned by chance, but could not even find his comrade-in-arms, and did not even have the opportunity to bury him, how heartbreaking would that be?

Especially since this scene was staged again and again, for the veteran Lei Xiong, he was able to hold on until now without collapsing, which was considered extremely tough. He did not swear in front of his superiors because of this, and his control was also good.

"Captain Lei, I don't know if you believe me or not, this battle of Sihang Warehouse will definitely make the Japanese invaders heartbroken. We will let their majors, colonels, and even major generals and lieutenant generals replicate the heartache of you and my brothers."

Tang Dao stared at the soldier in front of him who wanted to vent but tried his best to restrain himself, and said very seriously. "Moreover, we will live, and we will continue to make the Japanese invaders hurt, and hurt them to the bone."

"Live? I never thought about that." Lei Xiong, who had gradually calmed down, slowly opened his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes burst into brilliance. "However, I believe what you said before. Before we die, we must hurt the Japanese invaders, just like the deputy regiment commander said, at least one for three, and finally give them a big firework. Haha, I can't help but want to see the faces of the Japanese generals who are eating shit at that moment."

Tang Dao saw that this tough guy had woken up from the grief of memories and regained his fighting spirit, and he did not insist on his point of view at the moment.

Although no one here knows the final direction of history as well as he does, these 400 isolated soldiers seem to be doomed to die, but in fact they are full of vitality, at least the dead end is not in this fortress.

Because, whether they or the fierce Japanese invaders who are about to pounce, they don't know how ugly the true face of war is.

All unjust wars are just tools for ugly politicians to protect their own interests. From generals to pawns, they are just chess pieces in the eyes of those big men.

For political compromise, even if the Japanese army hated this isolated army to the bone, they could only watch them leave.

Of course, all this must first be based on the fact that this isolated army can persist in this fortress until it shocks the whole world.

They did it in the past, and now, they can do it even more.

After all, a good start has been made.

Nearly a hundred Japanese invaders have already been buried.

Outside the Sihang Warehouse, the Japanese corpse collection team has carried away more than 20 bodies outside the minefield, but they completely gave up the nearly 40 bodies left in the minefield after several unlucky people stepped on mines and were killed.

The Sihang Warehouse can let them collect the bodies, but it does not say that they can also take the mine detector. As long as they dare to take it out, more than a dozen machine gunners who are closely monitoring this side will pull the trigger without hesitation.