In March, the weather in the Northeast is still cold. On the march, the cold wind was biting. When the soldiers stayed in abandoned houses on the march, everyone wanted to warm up as much as possible around the bonfire, and they wanted to hold the bonfire in their arms. The night was getting deeper and the same weather was getting colder. At this time, everyone's mood became heavy and nervous.

One day, to be precise, within an hour, three divisions tore through the defense line of the Yalu River Army, and five divisions advanced 35 kilometers in depth, and along the way, they were like the Grim Reaper, harvesting the lives of those soldiers who were dying of poisonous gas.

And now?

The true Grim Reaper is in front of them, quietly waiting for their arrival. Attacking Fushun, there was no opportunity to be opportunistic, on the one hand, it was the people in Fushun City, and on the other hand, because the wind direction had changed.

Sitting in front of the campfire, Shi Jingde looked at the flames, the fire warmed his chest a lot, and today was only a few days before his twenty-three years old. Now in Shi Jingde's mind, the appearance of his parents and brothers is in front of Shi Jingde, he is different from his comrades-in-arms, he is not a mainlander, he is Taiwanese, last year's liberation campaign, he quietly went to the mainland by boat, he should have referred to civil servants, but he accidentally became a second lieutenant of the Imperial Guard.

"Line up!"

Finally, with the order of the company commander, the troops who had taken a short break were about to set off. In the darkness, the cigarette fireworks in the mouths of the soldiers were extinguished on the ground one by one.

"One, two, three, four......" There was a faint sound of counting in the abandoned house, accompanied by the sound of the number of reports, and the sound of bayonets inserting into the head of the gun also sounded.

The Sixth Company led the way in front, and the cold air at night was getting stronger and stronger, "I hope I can survive!" ”

Shi Jingde muttered to himself in his heart, between life and death, anyone often chooses to live, they rushed towards the depth of the enemy with their waists bent, there was not even a trace of moon in the sky, this was the best night of the raid.

Suddenly, gunfire came from the front, and the sound of enemy rifles and machine guns of the 6th company intertwined, breaking the silence of the night. When the vanguard engages the enemy.

Shi Jingde, who was holding a submachine gun, waved his hand, and his comrades-in-arms stopped advancing, and as soon as their movements stopped, the cold immediately hit from all directions, and their bodies were tortured by the cold. When your hands touch a metal object such as a bolt, it can even be painfully cold. After a while, Shi Jingde's Ninth Company turned to a fork in the road.

The soldiers over there were still firing into the darkness, while the Ninth Company was advancing around the enemy position. Their task is to avoid a small group of enemies, seize the stronghold of the Yalu River Army in the northwest of Fushun City, cut off the retreat of the Yalu River Army, and at the same time prevent the enemy army from reinforcing Fushun.

In the dark, they walked for a long time in the fields without a trace of cover, in order to avoid going over the mountains and lengthening the distance, they could only choose to march in the mountains, but here they needed to do everything possible to avoid the defensive strongholds of the Japanese army, and those who could not avoid it had to be defeated. The cold is getting heavier and heavier, and it is by no means easy to carry out infiltration operations in the severe cold of more than ten degrees below zero, especially when they have to cross a small ditch that has been shattered by shells, and Shi Jingde, a southerner, has experienced the real cold of the northeast.

When wading through the icy river, Shi Jingde only felt that his hands and feet were frozen and did not obey the call, as if his limbs were about to leave his body, I am afraid that this was the cold that he had never experienced when he grew up in Taiwan, and even when crossing the river, the icy river water drilled his sweat pores like an electric drill, and the cold that reached his bones almost made him want to cry, and all he did was gritted his teeth and held on.

In order to avoid causing too much noise, when wading through the small ditch, under the leadership of the officer, their movements were not fast, and could even be described as slow, and the biting river water was so cold that Shi Jingde felt that his heart had almost stopped beating, and his lungs seemed to have been frozen in the cold air.

"It must be warm at home now!"

When he thought so, his left foot finally came ashore, and as soon as he got ashore, the area below the thigh of his legs became even colder, and even when the company commander gave the order to stop, he felt that his blood vessels were about to freeze.

"Hurry up and heat it up!"

Shi Jingde thought so in his heart, he raised his head and lay in front of the ditch to watch, the trench of the army was only a few dozen meters away from them, and in the simple trench dozens of meters away, some orange light could occasionally be seen, which was the fire light from the shelter, and he was frozen and kept swinging, and he felt a grenade from behind his waist!

"Hit the fire in the trench!"

After the more than 600 officers and soldiers of the third battalion waded through the glacier, the officers and soldiers who were choking on the cold enough, there would only be one idea left, but no one dared to say a word, above their heads was the position of the army, and any sound could alarm them, Shi Jingde, who was carrying a submachine gun, vaguely saw in the distance, the battalion commander who was leaning on the edge of the ditch seemed to be assigning some task to the commander of the seventh company.

"In offensive operations, strong attacks should be avoided as much as possible, and commanders should give priority to giving full play to the superiority of our army's powerful firepower, suppressing the enemy with machine gun and rifle salvo fire, and creating an opportunity for a roundabout attack......

While the tactics learned in the classroom were repeated in their minds, the company over there had already moved, and here Shi Jingde and his comrades-in-arms were aiming at the enemy trenches with rifles, submachine guns, and machine guns.

"The Chinese army will not use poison gas at this time, right?"

Standing in the trenches and listening to the falling gunshots in the night sky, those gunshots were either dense or sporadic, what Ryuta Hashimoto was most worried about, and what everyone was most afraid of, was the deadly "yellow-green poisonous fog", although only some soldiers had fled back from the front line, but the horror of the yellow-green smoke had spread throughout Fushun with those people.

"Anyone who gets in the fog of death will lose their life immediately!"

"The flesh on the body will be melted away......"

Ryuta Hashimoto, who had studied chemistry in middle school, scoffed at that statement, but his eyes were still focused on the thin mist in the air, fearing that the white mist would turn into a yellow-green dead mist.

"The Chinese even have a dead fog, how can we win this battle!"

"Have you heard, none of the 200 people of the 11th Division Company survived!"

"Those who survive will not live long, although they only inhale a little death fog, but sooner or later they will die, that is death fog!"

"There are thousands of Chinese in the city, and the Chinese army should not use the death mist to kill their own people!"

"Haha, we should be fine here, it's a long way from Fushun."

The soldiers in the trenches were talking softly, and in order to hide the shame of their escape, the deserters added fuel to the description, which frightened everyone, and now almost all of them were only concerned with the death fog rather than holding Fushun.

Listening to their words, Ryuta Hashimoto almost had the illusion that if they saw the yellow-green smoke, they would probably give up their ...... as soon as possible At this moment, Ryuta Hashimoto vaguely felt as if something was flying towards him, and when he looked up, he saw countless black dots in the night drawing a parabola from the air and flying towards the trench.

"What's that?"

When the black spot fell into the trench, Ryuta Hashimoto heard something hissing nearby, almost like instinct, and the moment the black dot fell into the trench, he threw himself into the muddy trench, and the next moment violent explosions sounded inside and outside the trench one after another, and in the impact of the air waves, Takashi Hashimoto couldn't help but let his body touch the ground.

What's that?

Before the doubts in his mind could be explained, gunshots, dense gunfires. After a round of hundreds of grenade attacks, when the soldiers who had not yet come to their senses were pressed into the trenches by machine gun fire and could not raise their heads, the soldiers of the seventh company, after the first round of grenades thrown out by the covering troops, had quietly approached the trenches of the Yue army.

As soon as he got up from the mud, Ryuta Hashimoto saw a Chinese soldier approaching him raise his gun and aim it at him, so he quickly picked up the revolver in his hand and stood up, and fired several shots at the man, who fell to the ground.

Before he could react from the shock of killing someone, Ryuta Hashimoto saw that a figure then pressed the muzzle of the gun and aimed at him, the muzzle flashed a flame, and as soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground again, and fell into the muddy trench, he heard the sound of dense machine guns and submachine guns, as well as the roars of the Chinese army, which were mixed with more desperate howls and screams from the words.

The positions were occupied...... This was the last ray of consciousness in Ryuta Hashimoto's life.

"Is it warm?"

In the curtain, when the soldiers cleaned up the position of the army that had just been captured, Shi Jingde, who felt warmed up, shouted to his subordinates that after taking the position of the army, there was no need to carry out the silence order.

"Platoon commander, if only you could bake a fire!"

"You raise the fire and take a look, maybe the shells of this soldier will hit in the next second!"

After a fierce battle, the soldiers were talking and laughing softly there, the heat brought by the battle between life and death was excessive, and he felt that his calves were frozen and painful, Shi Jingde took out a dry woolen sweater and woolen pants from his backpack and changed them on, and then pulled a corpse of the army at random, padd the mud in the trench with the corpse, and then threw the coat of the soldier on the trench, leaning on the trench, sitting on the corpse of the soldier, covering his coat and shrinking his body to wait for the dawn, most of the soldiers around him did this.

After a while, he felt relieved, lying down along the trench, lying down in the trench, lying in the trench Shi Jingde comfortably lit a cigarette, pillow such a corpse, the clothes on the corpse were like a soft cushion, through a little light when smoking, Shi Jingde saw clearly the appearance of the soldier he was pillowing, although his face was full of mud, but he could still see that this person was very young, and the young face was still full of fear, and his life seemed to be fixed in the last fear.

Pillow on the corpse of the enemy...... Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of grandeur arose, and Shi Jingde took a cigarette in his mouth and hummed a sentence in his throat.

"Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood!"

Maybe that's the mood of that poem! didn't wait for him to have the artistic conception of making poetry in his heart, but the order over there broke his imagination.

"Immediately transfer the position, 2.5 kilometers ahead, and build a defensive position!"

(To be continued)