The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

<The Blood of the War of Resistance Stains the Mountains and Rivers> White Island 1 book

Yang Ling, the second lieutenant platoon leader of the 61st Division, fought bloody battles in Shanghai, bloody Nanjing, fierce battles in Lanfeng, and made a show of power in Wuhan... Millions of soldiers went to the country to die, blood stained the mountains and rivers, and fought endlessly. He said that behind us are the people of the whole country, unless we die Absolutely!Otherwise, the little devil will never want to destroy my country! ——This document is only for those Chinese soldiers who died in the War of Resistance!

Text Chapter 1 Songhu Battlefield

On August [-], [-], the largest and most tragic Battle of Songhu in the history of the Anti-Japanese War broke out.

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The cold drizzle shrouded the entire Shanghai area in dampness, and the cold water droplets converged into streams along the grooves of the gray tiles on the roof and connected into lines on the eaves, forming a transparent water curtain, reflecting the broken walls and ruins. In the messy village, the water dripping under the eaves makes a crisp patter sound, and the surroundings are quiet.

A scrawny wild dog appeared outside the ruined village, its drenched fur made it look like it was fished out of the water, covered in brown sludge, it walked slowly, sniffing and floating The floating objects in the dirty stagnant water seem to be looking for food.

There was the faint sound of guns and guns in the pattering rain. The wild dog looked up from time to time, his eyes full of vigilance. The legs trotted towards the ruins ahead.

Dead people, dead people all over the ground, lying all over the ruins, the scattered guns have been submerged in the dirty stagnant water, the shoulder straps have been swollen, and the blood oozing from the bodies of the dead people makes the street blood red, which is shocking. Although the strong smell of blood in the air was diluted by the rain, it still couldn't escape the keen sense of smell of wild dogs.

A few old ravens covered in black stood in the pile of corpses, shaking their heads and tearing the bloody flesh with their sharp teeth, the splashed blood stained their bodies.

The wild dogs rushed into the pile of corpses in the ruins excitedly. The old raven was frightened and flew up to the eaves where only half of the wall was shaved by shells, and neighed dissatisfiedly at the intruding wild dogs. .

Perhaps the wild dog was hungry, and lowered its head to bite off the exposed arm of the dead man. Its sharp teeth pierced into the flesh and blood, and then tore it hard, and a large piece of flesh and blood entered its mouth. It chewed and creaked. With a sound, blood and saliva stained his jaw, and then dripped to the ground.

The wild dogs devoured their flesh and blood excitedly. The old ravens that were parked high above couldn't bear the temptation of the food. They flew down again and stopped a few meters away from the wild dogs, still full of vigilance towards the wild dogs.

An old raven landed on a man in a gray military uniform, its sharp rafters pecking at the bloody face, ready to tear a piece of flesh.

"Ah!" A cry of pain resounded suddenly in the ruins. Sensing danger, the old raven was about to flap its wings and take off, but a big hand protruding from the pile of corpses had already tightly grasped the old raven's head. The owner of the big hand sat up from the pile of corpses.

Surprised by the sudden change, the wild dog hastily let go of its bloody mouth, and dodged dozens of steps away, staring at the person who started from the pile of corpses. His eyes were full of vigilance. Can't figure out why people can die and come back to life.

The rest of the old birds fluttered and flew up again, looking at the companion who was thrashing and struggling in the big hand, they didn't know whether they were afraid or afraid, and this time they hid farther away. In their simple thoughts, the people sitting in the ruins Seems more dangerous than wild dogs.

Yang Ling sat in the ruins with a dazed expression on his face. He remembered that he was hit by a Japanese spy's rocket and then fell into a coma. He didn't expect that he woke up in such a strange environment full of dead people.

What shocked Yang Ling even more was that this body in gray military uniform was not his own at all. He couldn't feel his strong power. This body was too weak. He looked at the gray sky, what the hell was going on? , Are you still dreaming?

Yang Ling hastily stretched out his hand to pinch himself, the pain in his arm was so real, he could be sure that this was not a dream, it seemed real, he felt his head getting heavier and heavier, he had to find a Rest in a dry place.

Shanghai, in the 26th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese army...Countless information poured into Yang Ling's mind and seemed to explode his head. Yang Ling passed out several times. When he woke up from the coma again, He finally knew his situation and identity from the information pouring into his mind.

He was originally the squadron leader of the Falcon Squadron of the Republic, but he had already died in the explosion of a rocket. For some special reasons, his consciousness did not dissipate. The soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army on the Songhu battlefield have completed a different kind of rebirth.

He looked at the gray sky. He didn't know whether he should be sad or happy. Although he had completed a different kind of rebirth, he was in the Songhu battlefield that was doomed to be burned, and his future was uncertain.

God, Yang Ling cursed in his heart, then picked up a hat on the ground with a shining blue sky and white sun badge inlaid with a bitter face, and put it on his head with a sigh. God made him reborn here, could it be Give yourself a chance for revenge?Yang Ling shook his head, let's live on first.

The wild dog grinned at Yang Ling and barked when he stood up. His sharp teeth were still stained with blood and minced meat. In this chaotic world, human lives are worthless, and even docile animals have become fierce. Not only are they not afraid of people, Instead, they feed on human flesh.

The barking of the wild dog was really annoying. Yang Ling picked up a stone and threw it at the wild dog. He hit the wild dog's head precisely. The wild dog screamed and ran away towards the alley with its tail between its legs.

Seeing that he had accurately hit the wild dog, Yang Ling finally found some comfort in his heart. Although he was possessed in this body with the same name and surname, and looked weak, some of his abilities remained, such as Talk about faster reaction ability than ordinary people and ability to focus quickly when facing a certain target, etc.

The entire village was bombarded to pieces by the Japanese army's heavy artillery, and the collapsed houses exposed half of the white walls, and it is still possible to imagine the glory when it stood upright.

Yang Ling wandered around the ruins for a long time before finding a still usable rifle made in Hanyang. Looking at the antique gun in his hand, Yang Ling had a wry smile on his face. It seemed that he really fell asleep before liberation.

In addition to the antique-grade Hanyang, he also found more than a dozen yellow-orange bullets and half a piece of grain cake from several corpses.

Multigrain cake is a cake made of wild vegetables, rice bran and white flour. It is easy to store and carry. In this era of material scarcity, it is often used as dry food for soldiers during marching and combat.

The multigrain cake had already swelled in the rain, but Yang Ling, who was so hungry at the moment, didn't care about it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth, but the taste of the multigrain cake was far beyond his expectation, separated like sand. He had a sore throat, but with the multigrain cakes, he finally recovered a little bit of strength.

The entire battalion had been reduced to mutilated limbs under the heavy bombardment of the Japanese army. Looking at the tragic battlefield, Yang Ling felt extremely heavy in his heart. As a time traveler, he was familiar with this period of history and knew that this war would end in the end. The fiasco ended, the mountains and rivers fell, and the Japanese invaders were ferocious. Thinking of this, Yang Ling felt a stone on his heart, making him unable to breathe.

Yang Ling leaned on the Hanyang-made rifle and walked slowly towards the distance. Against the backdrop of the broken walls and ruins, the ruins looked even more lonely and desolate, and the ruins regained their tranquility.

Text Chapter 2 Remnants

Several consecutive autumn rains have made the entire Jiangnan area cold and humid. A few isolated gray tile-roofed houses stand quietly in the morning mist and have not yet woken up. people.

More than a dozen soldiers in gray clothes were lying or curled up on the ground covered with reed stalks and fell asleep. The original color of their gray military uniforms could no longer be seen clearly, and the traces of mud and gunpowder smoke were all over them after repeated fierce battles. The fire in the center of the room was about to burn out, and only half of the wood was still smoking.

The cold wind poured into the room through the broken window, and even Elder Smoker wrapped himself in thin clothes and sat up on the reed stalks, planed the fire that was about to burn out, and moved closer to warm himself up, he heard Hearing the whistling wind outside, he took out the dry tobacco in his pocket, rolled it, stuffed it into the shiny bong, put it into the fire and lit it, and smoked it.

The curling smoke gradually covered the wrinkled face of the old smoker. His face was full of sadness. The name of the old smoker was Zhou Fugui, and his position was company commander. He got the nickname of "Old Smoking Gun". Although he is at the golden age of 40, his stooped body looks like an old man in his 70s and [-]s.

The old smoker has fought in the army for more than ten years. Over the years, he has fought against warlords and bandits. The dozen or so wounds on his body are his best achievements. According to his age, he should have left the army and returned home to marry The daughter-in-law of the previous room lived a good life.

But every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. The old smoker knows that he has no craftsmanship and no culture, and he is covered with injuries from years of fighting. If he leaves the army, he will definitely not be able to survive, so he relies on the army to become a I became a veteran soldier, and I was able to muddle along.

In the army, there is no need to worry about food and clothing. In addition, the old smoker has more than ten years of experience in the army, and he is also a veteran in the entire regiment. He usually lives very well. Gun fidgets.

When Old Smoker was guarding the Wusong Fort a few days ago, a blood groove was scratched on his head by flying shrapnel. The blood seeping from the white gauze wrapped around the wound had solidified into a dark red blood clot, but luckily he was still alive. , Looking at the wet field outside the house, the old smoker felt empty, wondering if he would have such luck next time.

In the past, the troops he belonged to fought against warlords and bandits. But ever since the troops marched to the Songhu battlefield, Lao Yanqian felt his eyelids twitching, and his heart was very uneasy.

The first battle after their 61st Division arrived at the battlefield was to guard the Wusong Fort, but the nightmare also started here. This was the most aggrieved battle that the old smoker could only be beaten and could not fight back since he became a soldier, and it also made him truly understand What is war.

The devils did not charge directly like the opponents of the old smoking guns in the past, but first faced their position with a fierce bombardment of naval guns, and then the aviation planes continued to bombard it, the whole position seemed to be plowed Generally, before seeing the devil soldiers, the entire 61st Division has lost more than half of its combat effectiveness.

When the black devils started to attack with their sharp spears, the entire defense line was shattered, and the trenches were almost blasted to the ground. The position was declared occupied in less than two hours. He ran here with more than a dozen surviving remnants of the company before stopping.

The old smoker thought of his familiar brothers again, who were blown to pieces by the devil's cannon, not even a whole body was left behind, his expression was a little sad when he thought of this.

The tobacco in the bong was exhausted, he tapped the ashes inside, stood up again, walked up to a sleeping remnant soldier and kicked him awake: "Hei Wazi, it's time to change the guard."

The old smoker is a veteran soldier, and he has learned a lot of life-saving things in the army these years. It has become his habit to set up sentries no matter when and where, because this good habit has made him several times. narrow escape.

Heiwazi was only 16 years old, and he had been in the army for less than half a year. Due to malnutrition, he developed slowly, and he was not even as tall as a rifle when he stood up. However, he was lucky to survive this time. The status is also the lowest.

"What are you dawdling for? You want to get beaten up again, don't you?" Seeing Hei Wazi sitting there in a daze, rubbing his sleepy eyes, the old smoker threw a dilapidated Hanyang-made pole over, urging dissatisfied.

When Heiwazi heard the beating, he became sober up, hurriedly got up from the ground and walked out of the house with the rifled Hanyang made in his arms, ready to replace another remnant soldier standing guard.

The cold autumn wind hit Heiwazi's whole body shivering. He tightened his loose gray clothes and then stepped on the wet muddy road towards the small gentle slope. The figure of a sentinel with a gun in his hand is looming.

The tattered shoes made a rattling sound as they stepped on the mud. Heiwazi's cold and sleepy body moved with difficulty. Head a little dizzy.

Heiwazi was getting closer and closer to the gentle slope, and he could already see the sentinel shivering in the cold wind. Just as he was about to say hello, he suddenly saw a black figure jumping up from the side of the gentle slope and rushing towards the sentry. go.

Heiwazi thought he was dazzled, wiped his eyes and looked again when the sentinel was thrown to the ground by the shadow, and then watched helplessly as a bright bayonet pierced into the sentinel's body. Shocked and speechless.

When the devil in the khaki uniform and steel helmet pulled out the bloody bayonet from the body of the sentinel, Hei Wa finally came to his senses and saw clearly that this was the devil soldier who had been chasing after them. His face was full of fear, he turned around and ran, perhaps because he turned around too quickly, he staggered and fell into the mud, gnawing his mouth full of mud.

The platoon leader Luo Dayong and several remnant soldiers were nestled in a house near the slow slope, and they were woken up by Heiwa's screams, cursed dissatisfiedly and turned over again, preparing to sleep for a while.

"Snapped!"