They are so humble, they are so inconspicuous, even if they fight to the death, they will not be able to let the people of the country decades later, after they have eaten and drunk, have to understand a little.

The last dozen or so seriously wounded members of Li Shouqing's battalion, when they had run out of ammunition and food, did not choose to surrender or commit suicide, but supported each other and leaned on each other to stand up.

Holding the barrel of a rifle that had become a burning stick, clubbing the tired, hungry, wounded, and mutilated bodies, they finally rushed towards the besieging Japanese troops.

It is said that it is rushing, but in fact, it is staggering, every step is so difficult and difficult, every step is so impossible, and every step is so painful.

But everyone still persevered, did not fall a single person, and died on the way to the last impact in their lives, and they had to die on the way to the charge.

Seeing all this, almost all the Japanese troops were stunned, and this nation that advocates force, this army that regards life as a mustard, could not help but put down the weapons in their hands in the face of this scene.

The commander of the Japanese army who rushed to the front was a captain, and at this moment, he also tied one of his wounded hands to his chest, and he knew the pain of a wounded soldier even more.

And he, even though he was wounded, had to rush to the first, so the enemy commander who was not afraid of death, at this moment, threw away the command knife in his hand.

With his other uninjured hand, he stood up and saluted this group of people and ghosts, regardless of the Chinese soldiers, and gave the highest and most respectful military salute.

Then the Japanese soldiers who surrounded them silently laid down their weapons, and watched as this group of Chinese soldiers, who were not any offensive, were doing a difficult charging posture, staggering forward, staggering, supporting each other, and advancing.

The Japanese soldiers didn't know what to do all of a sudden, looking at the captain, waiting for the final order, although they admired and admired this group of Chinese men from the bottom of their hearts, but in front of the military order, they still had to kill them.

After the captain of the devil brigade saluted, he couldn't think of what to do with this group of Chinese soldiers for a while, and suddenly seemed to think of something, turned around and took the machine gun in the hand of the machine gunner behind him.

He helped with his wounded hands, holding light machine guns in both hands, standing in front of the Chinese soldiers, the audience was silent, and more than a dozen Chinese soldiers also knew that their fate was over.

They did not mourn, did not shout slogans, and did not have the slightest fear, but quietly carried the arrival of this moment, as if they were looking forward to the arrival of this moment.

Maybe they hadn't eaten or drunk for a few days, and they didn't have the strength to shout out, or maybe they had expected this moment a few days ago.

The last glorious bullets are all gone, and there is no strength to commit suicide, so it is better to lead the devil to give everyone a shot, die faster, die a little faster.

How nice it is to not have to endure endless pain and suffering, and how much to look forward to this moment.

Come on!

Some brothers were still able to tear off the tattered military uniforms on their chests with their free hands, hoping to let the bullets enter their chests more quickly, and some brothers did not forget to straighten their somewhat crooked military caps with their hands.

Death also has dignity and identity.

In a burst of screams of light machine guns, the last group of Chinese soldiers fell without regrets, did their best, had no regrets, and fell on the road of the charge, glorious.

The last drop of blood is also left here, in this strange place before his death, in this land that is still China.

The Japanese captain ran out of the last bullet of the machine gun, threw the machine gun, stood upright, took off his military cap, and bowed deeply.

After taking off his military hat, Qi Shuai bowed deeply.

Perhaps, only killing this group of disabled Chinese soldiers quickly is the greatest courtesy for them, rather than letting them live in the world and suffer, it is better to send them to Elysium as soon as possible.

Afterwards, the Japanese army collected the remains of all the Chinese soldiers in Feng County, dug a big pit, buried it, and erected a wooden plaque, which read: "The place where the Chinese soldiers died in battle"

The Japanese army rarely wrote about the insulting Shinabing, but according to the Chinese, a simple tombstone was erected.

Li Shouqing's battalion dragged the entire wing of the Japanese army of the mechanized unit, and exchanged more than 500 lives of the whole battalion for seven days.

These seven days were crucial for the 74th Army, for the Eastern Henan Corps, and even for the entire Chinese army, to be able to hold Dangshan, so that hundreds of thousands of troops and war resources could retreat safely.

Later generations are constantly singing about the Dunkirk retreat, but they don't know that in China, there is a larger retreat than Dunkirk, with more than 600,000 troops jumping out of the vast area centered on Xuzhou before the Japanese army encircled.

Whether it is to break through Xuzhou or to retreat in Xuzhou, in order to preserve the strength of long-term resistance against the enemy, even if it is said to be an escape, there is no problem.

Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about no firewood.

Due to the transport capacity of that era, and the daily bombing of the roads by Japanese aircraft, the 74th Army and other reinforcements could only rush at night.

On May 13, the 51st Division, where Sangou and his team were, finally came over, mainly with ammunition and some artillery.

And the infantry like Sangou and them just enjoyed the ride in Hubei, and when they left Hubei, when they arrived in Henan, the marching vehicles were constantly attacked by Japanese aircraft.

The roads were also bombed into potholes, and the lovely locals gathered thousands of people every night to repair the roads and railways.

Almost all the armies walked at night, the trains turned off all the lights, and on the railroad in the dark, on the railroad that had just been repaired by the villagers, under the guidance of a small light every short section, they moved forward slowly.

The same is true for cars, in order to be in a hurry, many villagers are pushing the car away, village by village relay, the soldiers sitting in the car, mainly artillery transport soldiers, etc., are embarrassed to sit, jump down, and push the car with the villagers to cross the hurdle.

As for the three dogs, their infantrymen were the first to walk in some cases, but the company had some ammunition and supplies, and they needed people to carry the burden and carry it on their backs.

When the villagers saw it, they also enthusiastically took the burden and relayed through the villages and villages, and there were cold boiled water, flatbreads, and boiled eggs prepared by the villagers on both sides of the road.

Although the army has discipline and is not allowed to take the things of the villagers, in the face of such hospitality, they cannot do too much to wipe out the prosperity of the villagers.

The three dogs acquiesced to the people of the Seventh Company, drinking some water when they were thirsty, and taking some food when they were hungry, but they were not allowed to hide the food of the villagers on their bodies.

In the dark night, on the busy road, there is a surging iron stream, and there is also a strong nostalgia flowing, and many soldiers are crying while swallowing the food handed by the villagers.

The kindness of the fellow countrymen cannot be repaid, but they can only fight to kill the enemy and die for the country.