In the army, Gao Changgong most often talks about his parents, unlike this soldier, as long as he talks about women, his eyes will light up. At this time, he was extremely happy to see that the iron head looked quite good, and then continued: "Two days ago, the brothers of the 83rd Regiment came to support and knocked down the side fortifications. ”

"How many brothers do we have left?" Iron Head took a breath.

"We've looked for a few places we can find on the position, except for the dead and the running, all of them are in front of you." Gao Changgong lowered his voice and answered him in another way.

Cripple Wu still remembered the canned beef that Hu Laosan regarded as a treasure, and he also remembered his satisfied expression when he touched the can. Tietou eats something on the hospital bed to make a nose, and among the many veterans, Liu Mazi is the most casual one. Don't look at him, he usually makes love to everyone, but after Hu Laosan's death, he didn't have a drop of vision, and at this moment he squatted next to him and rolled up cannon smoke, as if nothing had happened.

Faced with their question, Liu Mazi stood up, bared his teeth and smiled, and said: "After you cry today, maybe it will be their turn to cry you tomorrow, it's all fucking waste!" You don't know the temper of the third brother, maybe he is still laughing at us below, let's live well, then we can be worthy of the third brother underground! ”

Crippled Wu was stunned, he didn't expect Liu Mazi to see everything so thoroughly, and at the same time to see it so openly. The impact of Hu Laosan's death on the lame five was huge, and he once felt at a loss and didn't know what to do next. At this moment, Liu Mazi's words were equivalent to giving him a blow to the head and waking him up in a drowsy state...... In any case, the dead are dead, and the living will live.

It seems simple, but it doesn't seem so simple.

After the brothers dispersed, Tietou lay on the hospital bed in a daze, looking at the remaining few people, he naturally knew how fierce the recent battle was. The 82nd Regiment is really empty, and there is no capital to fight again, and what Commander Huang received does not know whether it is merit or fault, not to mention the soldiers at the bottom, Tietou feels that he can still have a place to lie now, which is probably a great luck.

As a veteran who is accustomed to too many things in the army, no matter how brutal and straightforward the iron head is, he will not fail to understand the truth of scapegoats. The progress of the whole battle situation is slow, Matsuyama can't attack for a long time, even the gang of men in the headquarters may not be able to sleep well, and the officers below are even more frightened, maybe one day they will be taken out for surgery. These are the most normal things to do in this case. You're bleeding, you're playing with your life, you're fighting devils, so what? Delay the fighter plane, retreat before the battle, which is not a capital crime, and sometimes even some trumped-up charges will find you!

Being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day, Tietou felt that some things were too much for him, and what to do with these things would not benefit him at all. After a few more days, when he was able to go down to the ground, he limped out with the wooden crutches that the brothers had sharpened for him, and was seen on the way, and they all laughed and called him lame.

As soon as he walked outside, Tietou froze there, he was in a vast valley, and judging from the position of the surrounding mountain packs, it should be at the foot of the position. Dark green tents form a shelter for the field hospital, while the rudimentary thatched huts are filled with the lightly wounded and soldiers who have not yet returned.

Looking at the Yunnan-Burma Highway from here, he could clearly see the white corpses on the bank of the Nu River, like an endless reed mat there. The dead brothers were sent from various battlefields in Matsuyama, and it is not known how many of them were not found or there was no way to bring them back. If there are too many dead people and they are not dealt with, sooner or later there will be epidemics, and burning or burying them is already the best result.

When every brother is alive, he will think of the afterlife, no one does not want to return to the roots, no one does not want to be buried in the back of their own village, and when they arrive in Qingming Chongyang, the family will also go to the grave to see. Tietou knew that the dead people he saw at this moment, as well as all the people who were about to die, including himself, were probably going to stay in Songshan.

Once some things are seen through, they will feel much lighter. After a few more days, part of the wounded were transferred. Iron Head was inseparable from the few remaining brothers in the company. Cripple Five, Liu Mazi, Gao Changgong, these guys who are okay are running around in the care area all day long, and they can often get some of the latest gossip. The only difference is that the lame five people have to rely on handing cigarettes or laughing to make the soldiers who send the wounded over to speak, after all, no matter who comes here, they are not in a good mood, and Liu Mazi only needs a three-inch tongue, and his mouth is much fiercer than the Americans' "Bazooka" bazooka.

Perhaps it was the luck of the last comprehensive capture of the devil's position, on the side of Rolling Longpo, in the coordinated attack of the 83rd Regiment and the 2nd Battalion of the 84th Regiment, the heavy artillery happened to hit the enemy's artillery ammunition depot at Dayakou, causing an earth-shattering explosion, and it is said that the remains of the devils there even flew several miles away. When the lame five relayed the news, the smile was clearly visible, and the iron head who had been scolded by the little nurse several times and never dared to get out of bed again also laughed, and he laughed that Hu Laosan really didn't look away, and the current lame five is indeed a bit of a real soldier.

Cripple Five still behaved with ease, but he didn't tell Iron Head anything else...... The brothers have not yet received any orders for battle, and they seem to have been forgotten.

Inevitably, the rainy season has arrived, and the valley where the field hospital is located has become a swamp. The muddy water seeped into every military tent, and the grass huts erected by the soldiers were completely inhabitable. The humid environment made the wounds on the bodies of many seriously injured inflamed and festering, and there were dying ** and dying curses everywhere.

Yesterday, there were still clinical brothers talking and laughing, and it is possible that they will die hard after a night. This environment made Tietou extremely depressed, and the lame five of them were driven outside by several beautiful female nurses because they were not injured, and the thatched hut leaked, so they set up a nest under the military tent, and all of them curled up there at night and slept indiscriminately. The wind and rain were heavy, and even if they hid, they were wet, and several people shivered with cold in the middle of the night.

Iron Head's physique was slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, and his injuries were quite stable, and the brothers offered him as a treasure, and even fed him food to their mouths. The fear of an uncertain future made several people more and more in unison, and the wounded of the other troops all looked at it in amazement, but they didn't know that there was not much difference between these big men and the sheep who were huddled together for three or nine days.