The boy is determined to go out of the pass, not to destroy the Japanese slaves and vow not to return, why bury the bones, there are green mountains everywhere in life!

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In 1937, in July of the 26th year of the Republic of China, the Lugou Bridge Incident broke out.

In August of the same year, China and Japan mobilized millions of troops to gather on the battlefield in East China, and the flames of war gradually spread in the devastated land of China.

At the beginning of September of the same year, the 26th Division of the 43rd Army of the Sichuan Army, under the leadership of division commander Liu Yuqing, left the Guizhou garrison.

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In October in Shanghai, the air was already slightly cold, and a group of soldiers dressed in single clothes and straw sandals walked through the city that was destined to burn in the flames of war.

"Stand still, take a break!"

With a hoarse slogan, the tired soldiers stopped advancing, and a deep smell of tiredness and relief flowed from their thin bodies that seemed to be blown away by the wind, like wet mud embryos, which could collapse with the slightest external force.

"Rest in place, remember to keep the record, don't disturb the people, otherwise military law will be engaged!"

The trumpeter rode slowly across the long street on his lean horse, reiterating his orders, as thin as the horse under him, and could see through the thin coat and rough fur the ribs that bulged high beneath it.

Drink......

In the midst of the tiredness of not knowing whether it was a reply to an order or a long march, the long army suddenly collapsed, and staggered under the corner of the street like a pile of mud that could not support the wall......

There was a faint sound of artillery, it was the sound of gunfire from the brother troops fighting fiercely with the Japanese army, but what did it matter? This did not prevent them from falling to the side of the street in the cold and humid air, so that the tired and hungry bodies that were almost collapsing could rest and never want to get up again.

"Tell you, that woman's breasts are so big, like buns!"

The veteran Yang Zongman grinned with a mouthful of yellow teeth, smacked a few puffs with a dry smoking gun, and drew an exaggerated big bun shape at the forty or fifty scum-like soldiers of the third company around him, and then smiled obscenely and stopped.

"And then, and then?"

The eyes of the scum are full of drooling elders, among which the monkey spirit with a face full of acne and a toad is the most energetic, this guy, even if everyone has been drinking cold water for two days and has no food to cushion their stomachs, when it comes to the topic of women, it still looks extremely violent.

Bun......

The sixteen-year-old cow pimple drooling is different from others, he seems to have a special skill to ignore any part of everyone's topic, and then only leave anything that can be bitten into his mouth and swallowed his stomach, he looked at the shape of the bun that Yang Zongman gestured with and thought, such a big bun, oh my God......

Looking at the group of soldiers around him who called them scum and were a little lifted, Lu Yuan scolded fiercely: "Lao Yang, can you say something else?" Woman all day, woman, is it interesting? You can't just think about what to do after the war. ”

Everyone looked at him, and that gaze was by no means someone who was empowered and then repented, but an expression like looking at an idiot, and the next second it turned into abuse: "Turtle son, you know a ball!" ”

"The surname is Lu, less in the garlic, recognize a few words? You're a deserter! ”

"It's like, the eggless thing!"

"Uncle Man, don't care about the turtle, keep talking and talking......"

Then everyone gathered around Yang Zongman, salivating and waiting for the following, they were like a group of animals that only had their most primitive desires left, waiting to be rotted in this wet and cold weather, or waiting to be smashed by the upcoming artillery fire, and then there was nothing left.

Lu Yuan didn't even smile bitterly, and he didn't have the strength, the word deserter was like uncovering an ugly scar somewhere for him, and he felt ashamed.

Even the group of scum around them have a great hatred for the deserters, for them, this is the person who lost the dignified Sichuan Army, the person who lost the 43rd Army, and to put it mildly, the person who lost each of them - because this deserter was not shot, but was pulled into his team by the company commander Hu Lijun as a baby, and became a member of the scum.

The scum hate Lu Yuan, they are scum, but they feel that Lu Yuan is not even as good as a scum, so they don't deserve to be with them, they can't afford to lose this person and lose their identity!

Lu Yuan sighed, he knew why he was a deserter, because he knew that in this war, it was definitely China that won, and it was the same with him or not, and he was even more resolute and sure that he came here to definitely not be a cannon fodder on the battlefield of Songhu, which is like a meat grinder!

But now, he finds himself a cannon fodder, and there is no way out.

"Xiaolu, you are a cultural person, don't be like these buns!"

The company commander Hu Lijun came up, and the man in his forties looked like an old man, with affection and flattery on his face: "Can you write me another letter?" Let the girl at the head of the family know that I am still alive, and have a thought! ”

"Company Commander ......"

Lu Yuan let out a long sigh and said, "Can't you see it?" Everyone knows that they are dead, so they don't dare to think about the future at all, Song Xilian's 88th Division is Lao Jiang's Central Army, descendant troops, all-German equipment, they can't hold it, can we hold it? On this battlefield, we are cannon fodder, ready to fill the pit with our lives...... Everyone is going to die, what else do you have to think about? I was pulled in by you to the third row for three days now, and I have written eight letters home for you, but in this chaos, do you have the one to send out? ”

"What's wrong with filling the pit, we're fighting devils!"

Hu Lijun screamed at the top of his throat, looking so angry for the first time, he didn't hear Lu Yuan's bitter words at all: "We are soldiers, defending the family and defending the country and fighting devils, it is justified, even if it is cannon fodder, it is not someone who wants to be it!" ”

"Yes, Sa, Lao Tzu came all the way to fight devils!"

"Lao Tzu doesn't want to see this turtle, it's very annoying......"

The scum were as annoyed as their company commander, and they scolded as if they wanted to rush up and beat Lu Yuan, but after considering their small body and stomach that had not eaten for more than two days, plus Lu Yuan's height of one meter seven or eight and his body full of leopard-like explosive power, they chose to save some physical strength and despise him with fierce eyes.

What they said was so righteous and awe-inspiring, so that Lu Yuan, who had always been sharp-toothed, felt that he couldn't refute it, so Lu Yang looked at the weapons equipped with the entire company, more than a dozen old Mausers, who have been using it since the Manchu Qing Dynasty, this is the standard, four or five home-made singles 179 rifles are good guns, all in the hands of elite veterans, Hanyang is amazing, a good gun in a good gun, carried on the shoulders of the company commander Hu Lijun, no one will touch it, the baby is tight.

The entire company has more than 40 scumbags, the establishment is comparable to a platoon but claims to be a company, the platoon commander is concurrently served by Hu Lijun, all the firepower is so much, two people share a gun, 20 bullets per shot, the rest of the people are big blades, and even big blades can't guarantee that no one has a hand!

With such firepower, Lu Yuan couldn't imagine how to resist when he entered the position and encountered a well-trained Japanese army, he knew that it would be a massacre!

So he said, "Platoon commander, we're going to die......"

Hu Lijun, who was almost reprimanded with righteous words, showed a shy expression on his face, and coughed dryly: "When you enter the position, the weapons and ammunition will be replenished, you, it's okay, just think too much......"

His tone softened, he was reluctant to reprimand Lu Yuan, others didn't know, but he knew that this guy was definitely a beast, he saw with his own eyes that this guy was facing the flanking attack of two Japanese soldiers and broke each other's necks with his bare hands!

Such a person, it is impossible to be a deserter, and if so, then he must have his reasons!

Therefore, when this guy was about to be executed by the Judge Advocate General's Office, he even begged to save him with bribes, in order to leave some hope, hoping that this guy might have something magical that could give this group of scum under him a little more hope of survival.

Lu Yuan was silent, he knew that he was not thinking too much, but he clearly knew how miserable the final outcome of the Battle of Songhu was, he didn't want to become a corpse and rot here with this group of scum, or rather, he didn't know how he should correct his position as a special soldier when he came to the battlefield a few decades ago.

Yang Zongman began to talk about his endless meat jokes again, and the scum was enthusiastically embracing him, and they used these erotic fantasies to temporarily resist hunger, cold, and the fear of death.

"Down with the Japs......"

"China will not die, support the War of Resistance!"

The marching procession walked through the streets with banners, including students, the elderly, children, and more often women, wearing bright cheongsams in the dilapidated streets, but unable to hide the scrawny bodies underneath the clothes.

Lu Yuan knew that in this era, there were prostitutes marching on the streets to publicize the deeds of resisting Japan and saving the country, but he never thought that he would really witness it with his own eyes, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he did not have the kind of tearful touching that he had ever had, only heartache remained, because the outcome of this war was already doomed, and he was powerless to change the fate of more than 100,000 people who would die in the war.

"Behold, woman, woman!"

"Well, if you can kiss a few bites, it's worth it to die......"

The scum looked at the women in the procession, their saliva flowed all over the ground, and their eyes seemed to be about to burst out; It's just that the procession just walked past them, and they didn't even bother to leave their eyes, perhaps in their minds, pinning the task of resisting Japan and saving the country on this group of muddy soldiers, it was also extravagant.

Only the cow pimple stared at the chests of those women, but there was no erotic thought, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Zongman, who also had straight eyes and forgot to smoke the lit cigarette gun, with a complaining look - he felt that he had been fooled, where could there be a bun as big?