Chapter Ninety-Three: Paper Boats on the Wujiang River
Li Zhi's bones were buried on the edge of the Wujiang River as he wished, and this silent pre-dawn soldier was praised and sent off by everyone in the Independent Regiment. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
In the hearts of the soldiers, the uneasy heart slowly became calm, because when the day dawned, they also had to use their bullets to penetrate the devil's chest, or be penetrated by the devil's bullet, for most soldiers, this was the last night of their lives.
Wu Guoqiang ordered a small amount of pork in stock to be divided, and during the war years, there was meat to eat, and the brothers were also satisfied.
Sitting around the bonfire in groups of three or five, talking about the past, chatting about family life, the cold night that is about to enter winter quietly warms up, and the smiles on these dark faces are so innocent and moving.
The aroma of the rising meat in the cauldron was fragrant with boiling oil bubbles, and the soldiers were salivating, staring straight at the pork, waiting for the pork to be ripe.
"It's cooked, it's time to eat!" With the shouting of a soldier, the horn of eating sounded in a succession of cauldrons, and the squad leader sandwiched them one by one and distributed them to the soldiers in the squad.
The hot piece of meat tossed up and down in the hands of the soldiers and almost fell to the ground, and when he blew it and put it in his mouth, this white water pork became the most beautiful taste in the world, and the happy taste buds brought out the feeling of fluttering fairy.
The soldier kept chewing until it was ground into minced meat, and he was reluctant to swallow it without the taste of meat, so he continued to chew it with a bowl of oil soup in a pot.
"The age is not good, I haven't eaten a few meals of meat in my life" An old squad leader sighed, and gave another piece to the youngest soldier in the class, with a green face and a handsome face, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Xiao Wang, where is your hometown?"
"In a poor ravine in Sichuan!" The young warrior replied.
"Is there anyone else in the house?"
"It's only my mother, and the three brothers in the family all joined the army when they were recruited for the second time in Sichuan!"
"Eat slowly, don't burn it!" The old squad leader cared about "What do you want to do if you win the war?" ”
"Of course, I'm looking for a daughter-in-law," the Shanxi man next to the young soldier hurriedly replied, "Xiao Wang is so young, he must want to touch a woman!" Hahaha"
The whole squad burst into laughter, and the squad leader was also amused, and the atmosphere was very relaxed, but the corners of the young soldier's eyes were rosy, and the meat wrapped in his mouth seemed to have eaten a painful feeling, and he choked up and said, "I don't want anything, I just want my two brothers to be alive and go back to see my wife together!" ”
The smiling faces of the soldiers of the whole squad sank, in fact, everyone had the same idea in their hearts, hoping to survive, but they had been on the battlefield several times more than this young soldier, and they were used to the sound of artillery fire, and they didn't deliberately think about this, but after all, the soldiers were all human beings, and who really wanted to die in a foreign land.
Not only in this class, the laughter turned silent, and all emotions could only be treated as hot rice porridge in a bowl, and no matter how hot it was, you had to drink it slowly.
Wu Guoqiang saw that the soldiers had finished eating, and ordered the adjutant to issue a piece of paper and a thick pencil heart to each class, and asked the soldiers to write their last words, that is, a suicide note in advance.
The old squad leader took the pen and paper, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how to put pen to paper? Where to start? There are so many chaotic thoughts that this small piece of paper can't be recorded at all.
The old squad leader thought about the figure that he had fought and died together, and two tears "clicked" on the paper, and the old squad leader gently folded the paper, handed the pen to the young soldier, and said, "You write first!" ”
The same is true of the young warrior, even if he wants to write out his inner thoughts, he doesn't know a few words, so he stops writing, and Chi Leng is there.
"To write or not to write? Don't write it to me, mine write a love letter to the cuihua in the village, and let her wait for me to go back to marry her" The Shanxi man's face was ignorant and smiling naturally.
However, when the man picked up the pen, he couldn't even write phrases such as "I love you" and "wait for me", and the refills that could be waved with these two fingers were not holding a rifle and pulling the trigger at the moment.
All the fighters of the independent regiment are the same, and it is difficult to express even words in their hearts, and the old squad leader sighed and said, "Forget it!" Let's fold a paper boat and let it drift along the Wujiang River, as far as it can go! ”
The old squad leader took the soldiers in the squad and put the boat into the Wujiang River, and the stable river carried the homecoming boat into the distance.
More than 1,000 soldiers of the Independent Regiment looked at the unhappy and slow boats on the Wujiang River, we are standing on the land of China, no matter where the soul returns? They are all a group of iron-clad men.
"Boom" several shells fell into the Wujiang River one after another, bounced up a few churning waves, the boat that was longing for was submerged by the river, and it was immersed in the center of the Wujiang River.
"Prepare for battle" Wu Guoqiang's heart-wrenching sound recalled the heroic footsteps of the soldiers.
The soldiers returned to their respective combat positions, waiting for the arrival of the devil, their eyes calm and expectant, expecting to be able to block the devil's roaring cannonballs with their flesh and blood, and the last gasp before dawn condensed into a mist with the cold air in front of the soldier's mouth, wetting the sack lying on his stomach.
The sky was lit with sparks, and the flying cannonballs swallowed the soldiers of the Independence Regiment with thick smoke, and the eyes of the cannonballs and the smoke dissipated into the air at a glance.
The iron fence of the "boom" fortified area was broken, and the powerful air flow with the iron pieces of iron spun into a murderous weapon, piercing the bodies of the soldiers, and the figures fighting with guns behind the iron fence turned into pieces of flesh and national uniforms burning with embers in the roar of shells.
"Stick it up!" The soldier lying on the bunker kept waving his left hand to let the brother behind him stick to it, avoiding the devil's charge and no one could stop him.
The whole west of the city was noisy in the scattered mud and large pits set off by the artillery fire, and the soldiers had no fear at all, and went forward one after another to paste the places where their compatriots died.
Wu Guoqiang commanded the battle hoarsely in the various reverberations brought by the shells, "After the devil's artillery fire stops, they will charge, who wants to go to the front to block them?" ”
"I'll go" Liao Changsheng was categorical, Ah Feng pulled his arm and kept pulling his sleeves, panicking, worried, scared.
Wu Guoqiang nodded affectionately, and Liao Changsheng did not hesitate at all, and ran towards the fortified area at great speed.
The black jackal jumped like thunder and ran up with Zhang Erdu, several people covered their heads, carefully shuttling through the artillery fire, and the stones lifted by the shells hit their bodies faintly painfully.
The day was about to dawn, and the last bit of hazy color was illuminated in advance by dazzling bullets and flames, and the dew particles on the eyes of the soldiers were full and dripping on the sacks lying on their stomachs, and the soaked clothes condensed a thin layer of snow and frost.
"Poof" A bullet silently burrowed into the sack where Liao Changsheng was lying on his stomach, and let out a horn to open the road to death!