It was quiet for several days, and the soldiers also set up firewood and cauldrons to cook a good meal, which was much more comfortable than the life of high vigilance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jin Pengfei didn't notice any new movements of the devils, and he followed the guys around the dock all day long, all of which were inconsequential daily necessities.

Everything is so ordinary that it doesn't feel solid, and I'm always wondering if something is going to happen.

In the middle of the night, Jin Pengfei was still writing his battle diary as usual, and as soon as he put down his pen, the alarm of the assembly sounded outside the warehouse, and the guys woke up from a dream, so they quickly put on their shoes and ran out.

Outside, there was the constant sound of the footsteps of the devil soldiers, and it sounded like the formation was not small, and the guys opened the gate, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire dock.

Jin Pengfei walked out fearfully behind the guys, and squeezed in front of the warehouse door, not knowing what to do? Don't know what to expect?

Kameda walked out of the devil's ranks, with a middle-aged man dressed in formal attire behind him, this man Jin Pengfei had never seen, and he guessed that it must be an engineer who survived the ambush of the Independent Regiment.

Since Koji Higashino also came to the dock and was personally led by Kameda, it must be something related to shipbuilding.

A bright light flickered twice in the sky, followed by a loud buzzing sound, and a KI-59 transport plane flew over, the blades in front of the wings rotating at high speed and the air grinding with a shocking screech.

The transport plane did not stop, and when passing by the dock, it airdropped the technical equipment needed for shipbuilding and flew back.

As packages of different sizes fell, Koji Higashino's face showed God-like happiness, just like the pen and ink of a literati, and the guns and ammunition of a soldier.

"You guys, get these back to the warehouse!" Kameda shouted to the guys crowded in front of the gate.

The guys looked at the sky dumbfounded, this kind of thing, in the lives of these people, they have never seen it, Jin Pengfei has seen it once, but that time it was a cannonball.

Jin Pengfei patted the guy in front of him and said softly, "Work hard, don't look at it!" ”

The guys came to their senses, hurried to move the fallen things, all heavy things, and followed the devil to move the equipment to another warehouse.

"Tap, don't break it!" Koji Higashino's mouth kept repeating this sentence.

It was already two o'clock in the morning after moving these things, and I thought that I was done and could sleep well, but when the guys were about to go back to the warehouse to rest, two bright lights were drawn in the direction of the west of the city.

Kameda showed a weird smile, Jin Pengfei saw it very clearly, naturally it would not be a good thing.

Two KI-21 heavy bombers flew by from the west of the city, dropping eight 800kg aerial bombs by the way, Jin Pengfei saw the smoke bombs falling, his heart beat faster, panicked, he knew the power of this thing.

The bombs that fell "boom" exploded one after another, and the west of the city was suddenly filled with fire, the earth shook, and the sand and soil flew with the blenagged rubble.

The whole west of the city was noisy in the roar of cannonballs, rolling stones rolled on the street and ruthlessly crushed several soldiers, and the mounds of earth several meters high raised by the cannonballs buried the soldiers lying on the bunkers, and the soldiers struggled to climb out, spitting dirt in their mouths and scolding loudly, "Dog, see if Lao Tzu doesn't blow you down!" ”

Rushing into the air with a machine gun was useless.

The falling cannonballs tore the soldiers in front of the firewood cauldron into pieces of flesh that were about the same as the black soil on the ground, and they turned into bubbles in an instant, leaving only a big pit and a few embers.

The roar of this monster falling from the sky was one after another, the water ripples on the surface of the Wujiang River turned back and forth sharply, and a cannonball that fell into the river, a muffled sound stirred up a thousand waves, and the flying waves were like a downpour, pouring down, falling on the messy land west of the city.

The soldiers, who had survived the shells, took their torn arms and ran screaming towards the rudimentary medical center of the position.

The soldiers' faces were black, their bodies were blurred with blood, and shrapnel flying in the air cut through the soldiers' bodies, their skin and flesh opened, and the blood flowing from the wounds stained their tattered clothes.

The bleed-up houses blocked the not wide road, and the wounded soldiers crawled forward through the rubble, squeezing through the slits to the hospital, enduring the pain of their wounds and mud and stones.

In the humble hospital, in addition to the surrounding barriers, there were only a few irregular wooden planks erected on the stones as beds, and the boiling water in the cauldron on the side waited for the blood gauze to boil the wound and coagulated, and instantly became a pot of boiling blood.

Removing the gauze used by the soldier who stopped the bleeding, boiling it in hot water and sterilizing it, and then bandaging another wounded, this is the medical center in the battle, and everything is missing, but the soldiers do not complain, and stand up again in the screams of pain, because they still have the mission of fighting devils on their shoulders.

The bandaged men huddled each other under the eaves of the nearby sheltered from the rain, as they had to give up their beds to the next casualty.

The smell of blood permeated the entire makeshift medical center, and all I heard was the "zizzle" sound of scalpels cutting through rotten flesh, which sounded heart-wrenching.

Wu Guoqiang took Liao Changsheng to inspect the bombed and devastated west of the city, shuttling through the ruins and rocks, with only two feelings: helplessness and pain.

After inspecting the medical center, I looked at the shell-torn bodies of my soldiers, and my eyes were red with the heartfelt pain that I couldn't express.

When the wounded saw the commander who came to watch, they still used the wooden stake next to them to slowly prop up their bodies with one of their remaining feet and perform a military salute, which was too heavy for Wu Guoqiang.

"Fuck. Little devil of dog day, Lao Tzu is going to kill you! ”

Liao Changsheng presented this familiar scene in his field of vision again and again, and the anger that had long been rooted completely exploded, picking up a gun placed on the ground next to him by a soldier who was receiving ambulance and rushed out.

Wu Ting and Ah Feng hurriedly followed, stopping him one after the other.

The devil's bomber turned the west of the city upside down overnight, staining the earth with blood, leaving behind the death of life and the struggle on the way to extinction, this is the war, the movement of bullets and artillery to tear flesh and blood, and destroy life.

Wu Guoqiang took the cleaned gauze in his hand and slowly bandaged a soldier whose arm had been cut open by shrapnel, and each circle of entanglement was a painful stasis, forcibly twisting and tangling his heart.

……………….

After listening to the symphony of the bombing of the imperial planes, Kameda's strangeness at the corner of his mouth turned into satisfaction, and he left with the soldiers at the dock, as if everything had returned to calm at four o'clock in the morning, but when would the waves in the hearts of the Chinese who witnessed all this really calm down.

"This answer has to continue to be answered in flesh and blood, including myself!" Jin Pengfei took out the herb again and wrote this sentence to the end.