The battle for the defense of Wuhan began, the train "woo woo" roared all the way, emitting black smoke, carrying thousands of fresh lives to the front line of the war, there was no fear in their eyes, only the mission, they were sitting, or standing, or leaning on the carriage, quiet, no one spoke, their expressions were solemn, knowing that they were going to confront the Japanese devils head-on, and most of them would be blood-stained on the battlefield and destined to go to Huangquan.

Zhou Ruikang stood at the door of the car, lit a cigarette, he took the initiative to ask the instructor of the military academy to go to the front line, because he had not yet graduated, and in recognition of his courage, he was awarded the rank of captain.

"Zhou Ruikang!" From the other side of the car door, a man emerged.

"Huh?" As soon as he raised his head, he smiled helplessly and shook his head, Cheng Jiawei, his good buddy, good brother, I don't know what method he used, and he also got on the train.

"You're really powerful, how did you get involved?"

"Cough, where do you need to mix, I came up openly, escort the baggage, I am in charge of what you eat and drink."

"You're not in the establishment, how could you let you come along?"

"Oh, I've been familiar with those people in the logistics department for a long time, and I'm a conscript, so I'm here."

"You're really fooling, this is going to the battlefield and not going to the play, what kind of fun."

"Hey, you and Jiaqi are gone, wouldn't it be too unrighteous for me not to go." Cheng Jiawei's face still had the young man's unfamiliar smile.

"You ...... cough...... "He wants to say that his brother and sister follow him like this, which really makes him feel uneasy, and if something happens to either of them, he will not be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life." However, he also knew that the matter had come to this, and the speeding train had carried the fate of the three of them to the battlefield where life and death were uncertain.

"Is there any smoke? Bring me one. Cheng Jiawei suddenly restrained his smile, looked at him a little lonely, Ruikang shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case, Jiawei took it with two fingers, Ruikang opened the lighter and lit the cigarette for him, Jiawei learned from Ruikang to put the cigarette in his mouth, tightly covered it with his lips, took a puff, and immediately choked and coughed.

"Oh my God, this thing is so smoky, how can you smoke it one after the other?" Jia Wei screamed, but he took another sip in his mouth, and the second sip seemed to be much more comfortable than the first.

Ruikang looked at the cigarette, looked at his expression, the panic and fear in his heart were already clear at a glance, death is always scary, because no one knows what the world is like after death, is there an afterlife? Or will everything disappear completely? Where do people go when they die? The unknown, and humans are most afraid of the unknown.

Ruikang leaned on the carriage, looked at the scenery flying by outside the window, and just said lightly: "This thing can make people disguise and hide themselves." ”

For the first time, Jia Wei didn't say any more jokes, but smoked the cigarettes in his hand one after another.

//

The deafening sound of gunfire, the real battlefield of blood and flesh splashing, Zhou Ruikang jumped into the trench, picked up the machine gun and fired at the enemy, his forehead was grazed by shrapnel, a long hole was cut, the blood flowed like an infusion, and suddenly his whole face was full of blood, he didn't seem to feel the pain, his face was full of blood, his eyes were red with killing, he didn't care about life and death, looking at the invaders opposite, his only thought was to kill a few more.

A cannonball flew and exploded not far from Ruikang's right side, cracking the ground and splashing up sand and gravel several feet high, Ruikang's ears were shocked and he lost his hearing, and instinctively lowered his head to avoid the rain of sand and gravel that flew down.

When he was able to open his eyes a little, he found that a large number of his comrades around him had been killed and wounded, and when he turned around, a sheller was wailing at him, his lower body had been blown up to a bloody blur, and in the midst of crying, he stretched out his hands full of blood and grabbed Ruikang tightly: "Help me, save me...... I don't want to die....... I don't want to die......"

But what could he do? He himself was hit by shrapnel in several places, on his shoulder, on his back, on his arms, blood flowed, mist rose in his eyes, weak, sad, depressed looked at him, the shellman looked at him in despair, let go of his hands, crawled on the ground with two hands, crawled towards his lower body, which had been blown away, but after not climbing a few steps, he hung down his young head, and could no longer lift it.

Ruikang leaned weakly on the trenches, although the battlefield life in the past few months had made him look down on life and death a lot, but he was a passionate person in his bones, and he still couldn't be calm in his heart, he knew that he was not lightly injured, his left arm could not be raised, and when he saw the young sheller dragging the broken upper body on the ground and crawling hard, he was still shaken, how much he wanted to live, how attached he was to the world, even if the world was not very beautiful, But how strong his will was.

Looking at the mountains of corpses piled up around him, he burst into tears, he was not afraid, but desperate, grief, roared, he climbed the trench again, took a * from his waist, pulled out the lead, and threw it at the enemy.

"Withdraw, withdraw." Someone behind him was shouting, but as if he couldn't hear it, he continued to fire with his machine gun.

"Ruikang! Ruikon! She called him, but he didn't look at her at all, his whole spiritual world was deep in a frantic war, his eyes were red, and he was aiming at the enemy's trenches.

"Ruikang, you are injured, you have lost too much blood, you must stop the bleeding immediately, Ruikang!" Cheng Jiaqi had to compete with the sound of the cannonballs, and she was almost shouting by her neck.

The shells of the Japanese soldiers kept smashing here, what kind of purgatory on earth was this? The sky was full of gunsmoke, dust was flying, everything in front of him was shrouded in smoke and dust, black, purple, white, yellow smoke mixed together, and suddenly his eyes turned red, because his eyes were covered with blood, and he finally collapsed in the trench with no physical strength, gasping violently.

"Ahh Ruikon! Cheng Jiaqi didn't care about the danger, rushed to his side, saw his injury, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his face for him, although she had learned so many medical skills, but at this moment she panicked, she was afraid that he would die, she was afraid that she trembled all over, and she couldn't help but let go of all her reserve, holding his face, and kissing him on the lips.

She is different from Xu Manlin, although she is cheerful and optimistic, but she has a good traditional education, if it were not for this time of life and death, she was extremely afraid, and fear broke through all her shyness and reserve, she would never do a little thing that exceeded the etiquette.

He slowly opened his eyes to look at her, and saw that her beautiful face was stained with blood, and his heart was moved and guilty, and the sun was shining, the lake was sparkling, the pavilions and pavilions, the winding paths and quiet scenery, and those carefree, happy and pure days in front of him.

Her tears dripped on his face, hot, like rain and dew, dripping into his heart, if it weren't for herself, she should be at home in Peking now, under the protection of her parents, living a stable life, how could she become now frightened?

He looked at her with pity, and was moved by her persistence, sincerity, and selflessness, and he pulled her into his arms, and let out a long sigh as she looked up to the sky, and she fell on his chest and wept bitterly.

The Japanese shelling seemed to stop, Cheng Jiaqi wiped away her tears and said: "Quick, I'll carry you away, let's leave here, you need to stop the bleeding." As she spoke, she struggled to help Ruikang up, but Ruikang was tall, and she pulled twice, and she was exhausted.

"Wait a minute, I'll get someone to bring the stretcher." She stood up, she was so anxious to save him, she forgot that this was a battlefield, that this was a place where death was nostalgic.

There was no roaring gunfire, just a gentle "----chirp", Cheng Jiaqi only felt a pain in her stomach, and subconsciously covered the sore spot with her hand, blood, blood on her hands, Ruikang endured the severe pain on her body, and used all her strength to pull her off the trench, lying beside her, and a few bullets flew over her head.

The two looked at each other painfully and smiled, their lives were about to end, Ruikang thought to himself, it turned out that she was still by his side in the end. Jiaqi held her stomach and leaned on his chest, thinking that it was herself who was by his side in the end, she was the ultimate winner, and in the end she lived and died with him.

Looking at the layers of corpses around them, the two closed their eyes and waited for death to come, but not long after, under a cover, the medical team came, the stretcher came, and the two of them were sent to the field hospital for rescue.

//

The facilities of the field hospital are very simple, doctors and nurses, medicines are in short supply, and in a small operating room, doctors and nurses are trying to save lives as much as possible.

Although Zhou Ruikang had several injuries on his body, fortunately none of them were critical, but he lost too much blood and couldn't wake up for a while, with normal saline in his hands and layers of gauze wrapped around his left arm.

Cheng Jiawei clenched his fists tightly, sitting on the edge of his bed, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the door of the operating room, his heart hung in his throat, and he suddenly had to start thinking about the profound themes of life, life and death, and feelings.

Once, he was just a happy young man, even if he followed Zhou Ruikang to organize a patriotic literary club and participate in demonstrations and protests, a large part of it was based on friendship and worship for Ruikang, and some were like children joining in the fun. But when he saw Jiaqi and Ruikang being carried back bloodied, his originally pure white world was suddenly stained red with their blood.

Finally, Ruikang was strong, fell asleep for a few hours, and slowly woke up, and the pain in his whole body made him can't help but bare his teeth.

"You're awake!"

"Uh-huh" he gritted his teeth, trying to sit up.

"Hey, don't move, you've been hit by shrapnel in six places, but fortunately you've taken them out, you're really dead, one piece is just half a centimeter away from the artery. But ah, the doctor said you should recuperate for at least a month. By the way, the instructor sent by the military academy just now came to see you, and he said that the school is moving to Sichuan, so let you report back to the school and complete your studies if you are injured. You see that you are injured like this, so don't be reckless, go back to the rear to recuperate first. ”

"Hmm." Ruikang was indeed in pain and exhausted all over his body, and suddenly remembered something, and his eyes widened nervously: "Jiaqi! What about Jiaqi? ”

Jia Wei's eyebrows were locked, and he looked at the door of the operating room and shook his head: "I don't know, it's been more than three hours, I'm going crazy." Saying that, he grabbed his hair anxiously: "In case, in case she has three long and two short, how can I explain to my father?" His eyes turned red as he spoke.

Ruikang also turned his head to look at the door of the operating room, the door finally opened, and a military doctor walked out and came to Jiawei, seeing that the doctor was already tired, sweating profusely, and said with a solemn expression: "Are you a relative of the injured?" ”

"Yes, I'm her brother. How is she? Cheng Jiawei's nervous face turned pale, his eyes widened, and when he saw the doctor's wrinkled eyebrows, his heart couldn't help but think of the worst possibility: "She...... She's dead? He shuddered tentatively.