His name is He Gensheng, he is from a place where there is a sea, he used to be a student, and he is full of spirit.

He had a good teacher who often taught him to recite Yue Wumu's "Man Jianghong".

The mountains and rivers were shattered, and his classmates embarked on the road of parade propaganda with high morale, vowing to wake up 40,000 compatriots to stand up and save the country and the nation. He felt that he was not good at speaking, so he threw down his textbook and went to the front line, carrying wounded soldiers and carrying artillery shells; later, an officer threw him a military uniform, and he changed from a volunteer helper to a soldier, and because he was a literate student, he was sent to train as a field ambulance. When he put on the red cross armband on a white background for the first time, he was so excited that he secretly cried, thinking that from now on he could throw himself into the storm and use his life and hands to save the nation from peril.

I have been in the army for nearly two years, and after this winter, I should be nineteen years old. The white palms that were once used to hold pens are now drenched in blood and rough with wounds, and the cross armbands, which were once red and white, are now indistinguishable from blood and dirt.

He was standing numbly in the ruins, beside the corpse that had just died, and watched in despair as a thick cloud of smoke rose to the northwest, coming with the wind, and everywhere he passed, there was only crying and staggering.

Among the rubble, the surviving soldiers rushed out one by one, looked back at the smoke in panic, and ran wildly to the southeast, unable to get out of the village, only to choose the direction where the smoke was lighter.

Someone noticed him, so they rushed at him, he was numbly knocked down, lay down in the dust, quietly watched as the visitor snatched his medical kit, poured everything out frantically, scattered it all over the ground, and hurriedly searched for it, and then found the canvas bag hanging behind him, and immediately tore it in his hand, and took out the 24-type gas mask from it, which was only for the health soldiers, and put it on his head in a panic. Before he could put it on, another one rushed in, knocked the man down, reached out to the other person's face and snatched it, tearing it together and rolling it.

The health soldiers got up again, headed northwest against the wind, and shouted to all those who were fleeing in panic: "Find towels, cotton cloths, clothes...... Wet, urinate, or charcoal ash, or soap...... Blindfolded ......"

......

The big dog got up from the hole in the wall, came to Hu Yi's side and looked out the window: "What is this calling? What is the situation? cough ...... How is this ...... Ahem......"

"The devil gassed it. Ahem......"

"Holy me...... Ahem......"

The half-immortal also smelled something wrong, and got out of the kennel he had built at the foot of the load-bearing wall: "I can't stay anymore, hurry up!"

Hu Yi left the window and strode towards the pile of rags in the house, and according to the faint shout outside, he desperately tore a piece of torn cotton cloth: "The devil wants to drive us together...... Cough...... If you're not afraid of shells, let's go......! I hate shelling......"

The half-immortal said that the devil still has half a base number of shells, and it is getting dark, so how can he save it for tomorrow to fight? The shells did not come, the poisonous gas came first, although it will not float all over the village, but it can drive all the living people to the southeast corner of the village, and as long as half of the village is bombarded, the firepower density effect can be doubled, which is forcing the living to jump into the shell crater!

"Ahem...... Aren't you leaving?" the half-immortal stopped at the door to look at the big dog.

The big dog coughed painfully, looked at Hu Yi, who was about to cover his mouth and nose, shook and pounced, and began to tear the torn cotton cloth.

The half-immortal finally failed to step out of the door, Hu Yi's foresight made him understand, it was comfortable to go out for a while, and he died happily, if he wanted to live, he could only survive. He turned around, also went to pull the torn cotton cloth, and said urgently: "Ahem...... I can't get angry...... Cough...... Am I going to die......"

"Don't panic, cough...... It's light, and the pain is behind...... Cough...... Hurry up and get covered, and we'll go to the stove pit where there is no pot in a while......"

“...... Stove pits? So a little place...... How do you get in...... Ahem......"

"Just enough for the three of us to put our heads in...... Sew the rest of this rag with a cotton plug......"

Soon after, in the kitchen of this house, there were three people's butts pouting on the stove.

The door of the stove was blocked, and the three of them lay on the stove, their heads and chests sticking down into the pit without iron pots, and they also covered their backs with two broken quilts. According to the shouts of the health soldiers, the three heads were gathered together in the dark full of charcoal ash and gasping desperately, and there were people who spoke indistinctly, and there were ashes everywhere, and their mouths and noses were covered, and the top of their heads was covered with a broken quilt, and the sound of urns was angry.

"Looks like you've been poisoned in the past?"

"It's not the first time, anyway. ”

"Is this easy?"

"I don't know. Colleagues who participated in the Zhibong War mentioned this method, and some of them survived in the stove pit. ”

"Oh. What? Does that have anything to do with your eight paths?"

"I used to ...... In the Sixty-seventh Army. ”

"Ahem...... Ahem...... Affection...... Eight Roads Aren't Born?"

“......”

"What if the poisonous smoke comes in through the chimney?"

"Are you still a cook? Have you ever seen smoke go into the chimney? Then you can go up to the house and plug the chimney!"

"Don't go on and on, warn you!"

......

Captain Devil lowered his binoculars and watched with satisfaction as the smoke filled most of the village in the wind, and it was time to close the net.

"Order the shelling to begin!" and then said to the squad leader beside him: "After the shelling of the southeast area is over, don't wait for the smoke to clear, take your squad in, and comb from northwest to southeast." ”

The leader of the devil squad nodded impatiently, turned around and waved at his team, and the devils who were temporarily baking a fire in the snow immediately stood up, put their gas masks on their faces, and then buckled their steel helmets again, all looking like faceless monsters from hell.

The whistling of shells immediately sounded, and the piercing whistling flew away. The shooting of Zhuyuan had already been revised, and the scope of the shelling was limited to the southeast of the village, only one-third of the total area, and the order received was to run out of shells, so the devil artillerymen began to frantically reload into the muzzles of the discharged.

The devil captain smiled happily and laughed unscrupulously.

At this moment, the battle is actually over.

......

There was only the sound of explosions, because the explosions drowned out all sounds.

You can only see the bricks and tiles flying up and falling.

The smoke of gunpowder rose again, and rose continuously, and it was too late to be blown away by the wind.

The sky was dark, and the light in the smoke was getting dimmer and dimmer.

All the eyes that prayed for the coming of the night thought that it was the coming of the night, dark, very empty, very ethereal, and there was still a new black rising in the field of vision, and endless falling.

In the end, I couldn't tell if it was dark, or if it was dark with the smoke of gunpowder, or if I had closed my eyes and thought I was still alive.

In the rubble, the meditator buried his face in his wet military cap, curled up in pain, and coughed violently, almost suffocating.

The tremors of the ground made his mind clearer a little, and when he opened his wet eyes, he found that the smoke around him had faded, but the southeast direction had become dark and cloudy, and the detonation and flashing. Even here, outside the shelling area, it was raining down on broken bricks, hitting his body again and again in pain, so that he could not perceive the new pain.

He wanted to stand up, but he had no strength because of the spasm just now, so he had to crawl in pain, trying to crawl to the place where the smoke had risen, and he wanted to be there.

The bloody hands clasped the broken dirt on the ground, gradually covered with gray and bright red, pulling his weak body, moving more than ten meters in the direction of the gunpowder smoke in the corpse and the trembling and jumping rubble. He remembered that his medicine box was not there, so he changed directions and went looking for his medicine box.

Behind him, in the dissipating smoke, a dark shadow gradually emerged and swayed. Later, a dark mask under the steel helmet slowly emerges.

A devil pierced the convulsive man lying on the ground with a bayonet in front of the muzzle, pulled it out, raised the gas mask, and the two black mask lenses stared at the figure crawling in front of him, and raised the Tomosaka rifle in his hand, the bayonet in front of the muzzle was still dripping blood.

He seemed to notice that his target was unarmed, and he seemed to notice the almost indistinguishable red cross, so he let go of the trigger that was about to be pulled, and then lowered the muzzle of the gun.

However, the other mask next to him also noticed the target crawling in front of him, picked up his bayonet, and walked over step by step.

The meditator continued to crawl with difficulty, coughing, his collapsed state completely inaudible to the sound of heavy footsteps coming from behind, unaware that the bayonet was slowly lowering, getting closer and closer to him, and he only wanted to find his medicine box.

The devil finally stood behind the crawling health soldier, lowered his mask and looked down, raised his bayonet high, and a cold light flashed the blade, and the snow was bright.

Smack-

In the rumbling artillery fire, this gunshot was not crisp enough, but it was enough to wake up all the devils wearing gas masks. One by one, they twisted their expressionless masks, stared at the bayonet-wielding man in front of them, and watched him fall on his back, poof--a large expanse of floating ash.

There was a loud bang, there were devils shouting indistinctly behind their masks, there were devils looking for cover, there were devils raising their fingers in a courtyard next to them, and there were devils running to the side of the courtyard wall to outflank them.

"Crawl in!" the rag-masked dog suddenly stood up in a breach in the broken wall, and began to shoot rapidly, quickly pulling the bolt.

The devil panicked and rushed to the cat's waist on both sides of the alley, and immediately raised his gun to return fire after entering the sheltered position, and the target behind the gap only fired three shots quickly before shrinking and disappeared, and the muzzle of the Zhongzheng rifle poked out from the courtyard gate in the other direction.

Smack-smack-smack-smack-s

As soon as two shots were fired, Hu Yi, who was kneeling on the inner wall of the gate, was hit by the devil's return fire and was hit against the wall to hide, and the gate crackled and ricocheted.

"Pull him in!" Hearing the sound of the devils pulling the bolt, Hu Yi tried to shoot again, only one shot was released, and the devil returned three shots, and when he retracted, the brim of the hat left a bullet hole, which was transparent.

The big dog at the gap in the courtyard wall quickly poked out of the wall, and then flashed back to the wall, crackling - the bricks of the gap were shot twice, and the brick ash splashed the big dog's face: "I can't reach that waste, he's too far away from the gap! Waste! You crawl here! Bad luck thing...... You're going to kill me sooner or later!cough, cough, cough, ......cough, cough

Hu Yi was helpless, in this case, the devil should have arrived behind the side courtyard wall, and a grenade might fly into the courtyard at any time. Now you have to go back to the house and use the open rooms to change positions.

"Withdraw!" the words fell, and rushed to the door of the house. The big dog on the edge of the gap in the courtyard wall ran into the house at the same time.

The half-immortal who was squatting under the window in the room poked his head out, looked at this scene, and suddenly opened his throat and shouted: "I'm injured!

No one could believe that the health soldier could still stand up, whether it was Hu Yi or the big dog, even those devils. However, the health soldier was rushing into the gate of the courtyard, and although he stumbled, he was actually rushing into the gate of the courtyard......