When I was studying, I had imagined that I would go into battle to kill the enemy, and I even designed slogans, such as vows to live and die with the position, vows to fight the Japanese to the end, and so on, preparing for the day when the day comes, I will raise my arms and shout these slogans, which will not only sublimate my sentiments but also boost the morale of our army.

However, it turns out that there is always something completely different between the ideal and the reality. Especially at this moment, these drafted slogans are only suitable for throwing into the garbage heap, because our only thought now is to snatch the supply trucks of the Japanese army, and we only want to live and die with food.

Even with only six or seven soldiers, the Japanese defense was extremely tenacious, they had a light machine gun, and the machine gunners hid under the car and kept strafing. With the cooperation of other Japanese troops, it is really impossible for us to end the battle in such a conventional way of fighting for a while.

I was a little anxious, and if we didn't get it done quickly, we might be in even more trouble when their reinforcements arrived—in fact, my fears were confirmed after ten minutes.

"Don't waste it with them, rush down!"

After a brief discussion with Duan Biao, we all jumped out of cover and attacked the Japanese army by taking advantage of the terrain.

Several Japanese soldiers threw several grenades in succession, and the grenades exploded in the middle of us, and one soldier fell next to me. We quickly rushed to the road, concentrated our fire on the Japanese machine gunners, and after losing a few more comrades, we finally killed the last stubborn Japanese soldiers with our superior firepower.

"Hurry up, get in the car, take a look, and bring down all the food." I commanded loudly.

Duan Biao was the first to climb into the carriage, and after a while, he was heard cheering hurriedly: "Come up, hurry up and move food!" ”

When they heard that there was something to eat, they climbed onto the carriage in a swarm, and after a while, two bags of rice, as well as some canned food and vegetables, were brought down. The hiccups cheered, because for us who had been hungry for almost two days, it was simply a mouth-watering delicacies of the mountains and seas.

But we were too early to rejoice, and before we could carry the rice on our shoulders, the Japanese reinforcements had already arrived. The three trucks were loaded with at least two infantry squads, and they almost jumped out of the cars and began to go on the offensive without a moment's pause.

The Japanese army even brought in a 92-step gun, which has always been a headache for our army because of its small size and strong mobility.

Now this cannon is on the way we are about to retreat, blocking our retreat. Amid the strange shouts of the Japanese gunners, the shells whistled and exploded among us.

Our weapons consisted only of a few submachine guns and captured Type 38 rifles, and the heavy weapons had long since we ran out of ammunition. Now in the face of such a super firepower attack by the Japanese army, the only thing that our group of mountain kings who robbed food can do is to escape.

Amid the gunfire, some of us were shot and fell, and I shouted, "Drop the food!" Run for your life! ”

The soldier who was reluctant to put down the rice bag hesitated slightly, and was already pierced through the chest by a shot from the Japanese army, and blood instantly gushed out and stained the rice bag red.

A group of men who had lost their lives for food were running in a hail of bullets, and the intermittent cannonballs could find us on our heads, and the rush of wolves and pigs in the flesh made our team look chaotic.

The Japanese probably saw that I was the commander of this team, and several guns almost chased after me, and under the care of the people, I was finally hit and fell around a corner. Duan Biao was beside me, picked me up without the slightest hesitation, dragged me and continued to run.

I endured the pain: "Old Duan, let me go, you guys run." ”

Duan Biao scolded angrily: "Don't fucking nonsense! Shut your mouth up to Lao Tzu! ”

"Wang Sibao! Help! Duan Biao shouted Wang Sibao, who was about to run past us, and the two of them ran wildly with me, and my feet were almost dragging on the ground.

It was a fiasco, an irretrievable fiasco, and on the thirtieth day after crossing the river, our 100 men were almost wiped out.

The dozen or so of us who had escaped by chance had once again escaped into the woods in the night, and this was the best hiding place we could find so far. The Japanese did not chase into the forest again, perhaps they felt that the dozen or so remnants could not take such a risk, so they waited outside the forest and waited for dawn to attack again.

It was only after we made sure that the Japanese soldiers were not following us that we stopped, because the gunshot wounds were aggravated by the running all the way, and my chest was soaked with a large amount of blood.

"Where's the injury?" Duan Biao asked me.

I pointed to a three-eight wound on the right side of my chest, because the bullet had missed my heart slightly, and I was able to hold on until now.

Duan Biao looked at the wound and took out a first-aid kit to bandage the wound for me: "The guy who has never been injured is a fatal injury if he is injured once!" ”

He's right, in this place where there is little medical care, I have no chance of surviving a gunshot wound like mine, which requires a surgical operation.

I looked at the remaining dozen remnants and said to Duan Biao: "Old Duan, I can't last long, you can take them to find a chance to escape back." If you want to make trouble, you can say that I gave the order......"

Duan Biao glared at me: "Anzi, what are you talking nonsense?" You let us leave you and run back? you! ”

Wang Sibao on the side said another fact: "I can't cross the river at all......"

I also knew that the chances of escaping back to the East Coast were slim, and it would not be easy to convince Duan Biao. So I stopped talking, and the severity of my injuries kept me from caring about anything else.

In the middle of the night, I felt a chill in my body, and my consciousness began to blur, although I had not experienced death, I also knew that my limit was probably near.

I stared blankly at the sky, which was obscured by the trees, and a pair of piercing eyes were watching me through the trees......

I think I was hallucinating, I grinned, I smiled into those eyes, and slowly I lost consciousness......

I felt like I was dead because I felt my soul wander through the air out of my shell...... My soul looked at my broken body......

When I woke up, I was lying on a bed made of bamboo, my body was re-wrapped with gauze, and I even smelled the smell of medicine that I had not seen in a long time.

With the sound of a stream running in my ears, I judged that I was somewhere in a mountain col. I gently groped with my hand where I could reach it, and the real feeling gave me some peace of mind - it wasn't a hallucination, I wasn't dead yet.

I tried to sit up, but with a little force, blood oozed from the wound, and I couldn't stop moaning from the intense pain.

Then Wang Sibao's cross-eyed eyes appeared on my head, and he shouted happily: "The battalion commander is awake, the battalion commander is awake......"

After a while, more familiar faces appeared, all of our surviving brethren. Duan Biao's people didn't see it, and the loud voice arrived first: "Anzi woke up?" Great, I have to say that the Shangguan doctor has the ability, Leng is to revive the dead, it's really not the fucking ambulance soldiers......"

"Old Duan, what's going on? Where are we......" I struggled to twist my head, trying to take in my surroundings.

Then I saw Duan Biao and a young man with the rank of second lieutenant standing next to my bedside.