The jubilant folk men rushed to the battlefield at a faster pace, and each of them had a cheerful victory on their faces, and their steps were brisk.

They don't have to fight hard with the little devils, the officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Corps won a big battle, and they actually wiped out all the invading devils, and this sudden surprise made them excited.

But when these mighty people arrived at the battlefield, they were still shocked by the battlefield that was almost in ruins.

What had been a large field had turned out to be unrecognizable, all the traces left after the bloody battle, and it stretched into the darkness in the distance.

The ground was littered with bomb craters that had been blown up, and the charred dirt was scattered radially, and mutilated corpses were piled up on top of each other around them.

The incendiary bombs had burned the surrounding vegetation to ashes, and the charred black wreckage and blood that remained were mixed together, filling the battlefield with an indescribable smell that was disgusting.

On the battlefield, there was no scene of shouting and celebrating the victory with weapons and equipment held high after a great victory, and there was only a dead silence.

The ground was covered with corpses, and among the bloodied and broken corpses, the officers and men of the guerrilla corps, who had already lost their strength, were covered in tattered uniforms and paralyzed with weak energy.

The brothers who could still walk were pulling in the pile of corpses, looking for their superiors and their fallen brothers with tears in their eyes, and the battlefield was shrouded in the grief and anger of slaughter.

The troops will not rejoice after a real bloody battle, because a large number of officers and soldiers will be killed in a real bloody battle, and all the brothers who survive will hardly have the strength to speak, and many will fall asleep because of exhaustion.

And those so-called jubilant scenes are just some made-up scenes, when the brothers around you fall one by one, where can the survivors laugh, only grief.

The real joy of victory belongs to those who write articles, to those high-ranking officials in the rear who push their glasses and raise their glasses, and to those parades who shout for salvation in the War of Resistance.

"Let's split up, first carry the wounded down, and then find the bodies of our fallen brothers......"

Those survivors after the bloody battle only glanced at these people who arrived at the battlefield cheering and turned their heads, silence was their language, and it was the deputy battalion commander Luo Feng who was in charge of cleaning up the battlefield.

Deputy battalion commander Luo Feng was covered in a shaggy uniform, his blood had coagulated, and there was an indescribable smell all over his body, and his ghost head knife had already cut out a gap, and at this moment, he commanded to clean up the battlefield with strong fighting spirit.

The men were divided into groups and began to disperse like a stream of water onto the battlefield, stepping on the slippery and sticky ground, and the joy on each of their faces vanished.

This is such a bloody battle, they used to only know about victory, only know to scold the defeated army, now they know that it is such a price to want to win a victory.

Most of the officers and soldiers who had gone to the battlefield with neat military appearances and singing military songs were now lying on the battlefield incompletely, with their eyes closed forever.

Seeing those officers and soldiers who were only half of their bodies left by the bombing, some people's men couldn't help but have tears on their faces.

Whoever said that the Chinese soldiers did not resist, that is to reverse black and white! From Shanghai to the present, that battle was not a bloody battle, that time was not a dark battle and a river of blood, but it is a pity that the officers and soldiers who died in battle could not come back to life to justify, they are forever lying on this land where they once fought.

Many of the officers and men of the Northern Jiangsu Corps rushed towards the devils with grenades, and while killing the devils, they themselves were also blown to pieces.

The people who were responsible for collecting the bodies on the battlefield had to find the fragments of the bodies that had been blown up from the blood, put them together, and then wrapped them in tattered uniforms and carefully placed them on the edge of the battlefield.

Many officers and soldiers were blown to the ground, and it was difficult to distinguish their original faces in the continuous explosions, and the hands of the people who gathered the bodies were trembling.

Many officers and soldiers almost died with the little devils, scuffling together and rolling in muddy paddy fields, and finally died from excessive bleeding.

But until the moment of death, they still pinched each other's necks and did not let go, which was a real bloody battle.

The combat effectiveness of the Chinese officers and men at the moment of the nation's survival is astonishing, and they know that they cannot retreat, they are Chinese soldiers, and behind them are the common people of the whole country, and they cannot allow little devils who are inferior to beasts to harm more compatriots.

The people were busy on the battlefield all night with torches, and the bodies of all the dead officers and soldiers were carefully rummaged out by them and neatly placed on one side of the battlefield.

Although the corpses were collected, the blood in the burnt black earth and mud pond would not forget that there was a bloody battle here.

At dawn, you can already see the original appearance of the battlefield, and the people who have been busy all night look at so many corpses and can't help but shed tears.

The dark clouds in the sky pressed at the bottom, just like the souls of the brothers who had dispersed not far away, leaving this land for a long time.

There was no cheer or joy, and the surviving officers and soldiers lay on the corpses and wept tiredly, and finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

Every civilian who came to help clean up the battlefield had a solemn expression, they saw the cruelty of the war, and they also knew that the Chinese officers and soldiers used their flesh and blood to protect their peace.

The corpses of the devil soldiers were gathered and burned with a fire, and billowing black smoke shot into the sky.

But the Chinese officers and soldiers who died in the battle were carefully brought back to the head of the realm, and the little daughters-in-law who stayed at the head of the boundary and were unwilling to leave, and the old people in the twilight spontaneously saw off the officers and soldiers who came to see off the dead officers and soldiers, and the paper money flew in the sky.

"Brothers, you have died for your country, and you will die a good death! You are the bravest Chinese soldiers! It was, it is, and it will be! On Huangquan Road, everyone walked together and took care of each other, and we will go down to you for a drink in the future! ”

The old tearful veteran looked at the puff of dirt covering the brothers' bodies, and his voice was hoarse and choked.

"Bang bang bang bang ......" A row of rifles rang out, and the faces of the brothers who saw them off were full of grief.

"Brothers, you can rest assured, from now on, your parents are our parents, as long as the brothers are still alive, they will provide for their old age and send them to the end, if anyone dares to bully your wife and children, call him the king of heaven Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will send him to the west of the sky!"

"Bang ......"

The muzzle of the gun was filled with green smoke, and the bullets roared into the sky, startling the foraging jackdaws to flutter and fly.

"You have fought for so long and have never rested, when you get down, take a good rest and sleep, and when I am tired, brother, I will go down to accompany you."

……

"Bang bang bang!"

Paper money flew in the sky, and the Chinese officers and soldiers standing in front of the graves of the fallen brothers kept firing guns into the sky to see off the brothers who had traveled far away, and the people who came spontaneously wept.

"Rest assured, sir, our village will guard the fallen bosses here for generations, and our children and grandchildren will also know that there is a group of Chinese soldiers who died their lives lying here! Every year, I come to burn paper for them......"

"If any of you tell the place where the fallen bosses are buried, expel them from the genealogy!"

In the occupied area, because they were afraid that their burial places would be destroyed by traitors and devils in the future, they did not dare to erect a monument, and as most of the time, they just dug a big pit and piled up a new grave, which was also a very helpless thing.

Although the brothers died in the war for the country, but they had to be buried hastily, maybe decades later, people found their remains, but they did not know that this was a group of soldiers who fought for the country, but let them quietly protect this land.

They fought desperately, not to become heroes to be remembered by future generations, but to save the nation from peril and prevent the nation from perishing.