The bridge was blown up, and Wu Guoqiang's hanging heart was finally put down, after all, he can now deal with various contradictions within the army with peace of mind, and soldiers are bound by military discipline, which is also Wu Guoqiang's responsibility. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The devil's horn is still screaming, although it doesn't have much effect, it's always okay to disturb the mind, from time to time he is adding his own shells to greet the independent regiment, and the rest has nothing to do, Muto tried to use a wooden boat to transport goods to attack the other shore strongly, but the effect of this should not be very good.

As the saying goes, "people are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic."

Many soldiers can still suffer one or two meals at first, but three or four meals have become a big problem, although they are all in the wind and rain, not to say, but the taste in the heart is really a little uncomfortable, just robbed the people of the things of the guy was almost disposed of by the warlord, the soldiers dare to be angry and dare not speak, the main thing is that it is useless to say, no is no, it is better to save some strength to speak.

The whole barracks was lifeless, either scribbling on the dirt with their heads down, or playing with their fingers for nothing, sitting unhappily by the campfire, who said that as long as you don't think about it, you won't be hungry? This should be the truth of the gods, even the gods can't stand every meal of boiled water, and some soldiers even throw their guns far away without looking at them.

A gun is the life of a soldier, so what is it? According to this reasoning, rice is only the soul of a soldier.

Wu Guoqiang looked at this powerless and helpless scene and didn't say much, he knew that those bold words made the brothers go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, after all, they couldn't eat.

"Commander, when will the supplies from above arrive?" A soldier couldn't bear it anymore and asked impatiently.

"Soon, it should be there tonight!" Wu Guoqiang doesn't know when he can let his brothers have something to eat! I had to press the time as the nearest one.

"It's time to eat," the leader of the cooking class shouted.

The soldiers sat still, and it was another meal of boiled vegetables, and they even had the strength to stand up, and the leader of the cooking squad had a sad face, it was really not his own fault, as the saying goes, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, where is the rice? He shook his head helplessly.

"Bring me a bowl!" Hu Xiujiang walked over, took a bowl of green boiling water soup in a bowl, drank it with satisfaction, looked like a relish, put the green vegetables in the bowl in his mouth with his fingers, and chewed it.

Still can't arouse the interest of his brothers, Hu Xiujiang said while eating, "In the past, my work was even more difficult than this, I walked every day, walked non-stop, what did I eat?" It's the bark of the tree, it's the grass roots, it's the sole of its own rubber shoes, how can there be such a fresh cabbage soup? Comrades, bear with us, there will be food, and the revolution will be victorious."

Hearing these words, Wu Guoqiang took the lead in making a bowl, and the brothers followed one after another, whether it was to give face to the head of the regiment, or to really have this hard spirit.

Wu Guoqiang listened to Hu Xiujiang's words, and he woke up a lot, why is the experience of this ubiquitous veteran as fitting the Red Army's Long March! Coupled with the matter of the cuckoo, Wu Guoqiang has been sure that Hu Xiujiang is the Communist Party, Wu Guoqiang is inevitably a little ashamed of the domestic party, hey, I still don't want to do what happened before, after all, it is a period of cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, the main enemy is the devil, and the main task is to drive out the Japanese invaders, but Wu Guoqiang's heart still sincerely admires the style of the communists, especially in this difficult period.

"Captain, boat, ship is coming!" The soldier was out of breath and ran in with his mouth closed in joy and cheered.

The news was a send-off, and the soldiers with the bowls had not swallowed the soup in their mouths, and they were almost burned, so without saying a word, they ran away and rushed towards the shore.

A wooden boat slowly approached, the soldiers' eyes were shining, they felt that the wooden boat was moving too slowly, the wooden boat docked, and a squad leader walked up to Wu Guoqiang and gave a military salute, "Sir, the 11th squad leader of the shipping company of the 137th Regiment of the 42nd Army stationed in Wulong reports to you!" ”

"Thank you comrade, come in time!" Wu Guoqiang shook hands with the squad leader affectionately.

The soldiers who followed went straight to the wooden boat like monkeys, the rice army was unloaded like cotton clothes, and the soldiers forgot about their hunger and used their inexhaustible strength to carry the supplies back and forth.

Halfway through, the artillery of the devils in the north began to make trouble again, several shells fell from the sky, the soldiers couldn't catch off guard, and ran with death, several soldiers carrying rice were blown away by the shells, and the flesh and blood arms fell along with the crystal rice, and the white particles were dyed with blood.

"Withdraw, withdraw"

Wu Guoqiang's order could not penetrate the ears of a group of evil ghosts at all, the soldiers continued to carry supplies recklessly, and the machine guns of the devils began to roar again, penetrating the thighs and shoulders of the soldiers, and a soldier fell to his knees, gritted his teeth and stood up again, limping away with rice.

"Boom" A cannonball fell on the side of the wooden boat, and the huge waves set off directly overturned the wooden boat, and the rice and army were floated on the surface of the Wujiang River.

The soldiers jumped into the river vigorously, trying to swim and race against the speed of the water, holding it with one hand and holding it on their backs, and using all means to save the materials ashore, the devil's cannon churned in the river, and several soldiers drowned in the river, only to see the falling cannonballs arch a huge wave.

Several soldiers took great effort to rescue the supplies ashore, the whole body was wet and heavy, and it was extremely laborious to run, the wet quilt on the shoulders was extremely heavy, and the bullets of the devil machine gun were also followed by the bullets of the devil's machine gun at the feet, and the layers of mud and sand were frightening, and they were hit by bullets without running a few steps, and fell to the ground.

Wu Guoqiang looked at this scene and felt distressed, what the soldiers were afraid of was not devils, bullets, and death, but hungry stomachs, and the momentum of rescuing materials was full of feelings.

The distance from the river to the shelter where the materials gathered is only more than 100 meters is opened up with the lives and blood of the soldiers, perhaps the fallen brothers are just for the brothers under them to have something to eat, death is inevitable, so that the living brothers are full and die in the battle with the devils is their wish.

The soldiers floating on the river are still rescuing supplies, and it seems to be safer in the water, the devil's cannon may not be accurate, but the brothers who went ashore are dangerous, and they can't look back, and they don't know where the bullets are flying? I just hope that I am lucky, and it is not too late to wait for the rice on my shoulder to come back when it arrives.

After nearly an hour of rescue, the cotton clothes and quilts were still washed away, and the rice was basically not lost, and it was scooped up by the soldiers before it sank, although it was wet and cool and let the wind blow and eat.

There were dozens of soldiers who could not come back lying on this shallow conversation of more than 100 meters, and it was clearly visible that the blood of their bodies was slowly flowing on the wet tidal flats, which was very tragic.