The atmosphere at the headquarters was particularly solemn.

Chen Cheng turned to look at the map, his eyes fell on the direction of Luodian, Baoshan fell, the most affected by it was the battle in the direction of Luodian, at this time the strength of the Luodian direction was only three divisions, since the beginning of September, the attack every night, not only unsuccessful, but also accompanied by huge casualties.

Now that Baoshan has fallen, the battle in the direction of Luodian has undoubtedly entered the final countdown.

Once the Japanese advanced westward from the junction between the 11th and 3rd Divisions, the flanks of the 15th Army would be threatened.

On this day, the sky was unusually heavy with black clouds and the atmosphere was oppressive.

In the end, an order came from the headquarters, and the troops in the direction of Luodian were quickly assembled, Chen Cheng knew that time could not be delayed, so he decided to seize the last opportunity and ordered the national army around Luodian to attack Luodian at all costs.

Not only did he order the newly arrived 174th Brigade of the 58th Division to join the battle, but he also put the 67th Division, which had been disabled by the Japanese army in Luodian and then rested in Jiading, into battle again.

In the afternoon, a layer of black clouds hung over the Songhu battlefield.

On a troop carrier transporting the wounded to the direction of Jiading, Xia Yuan, Shusheng, Zheng Dayong, and Xiao Liu sat together, swaying from side to side with the bumps of the car, and all the guns and ammunition on their bodies were gone.

Previously, he took all the things from the Japanese devils and gave them to the commander of the troop carrier, so that he could get a small area and get on the troop truck heading to Jiading.

At this time, Xia Yuan was as confused as a group of routed soldiers.

In the Korean battlefield, there is such a group of people, with a strong will, heroic and tenacious, following them, Xia Yuan will also be invisibly infected by them, even if the war is cruel and tragic, he still maintains a strong mentality to face the US army like jackals, tigers and leopards.

Now, in the Songhu battlefield, he just felt the cruelty of the war, what is the will of the national army, in terms of the determination to hold the position and not give up an inch of land, the will of the ordinary soldiers of the national army is still admirable.

However, the environment faced by the soldiers of the national army was quite bleak.

The oppression, exploitation, and poisoning of officers within the national army, who have not eaten enough three meals a day, and who have to go through all kinds of cruel training; there is no target training on weekdays, and the soldiers all carry empty guns, and any shooting depends on imagination; in this case, the quality of the individual soldiers is particularly worrisome.

The Japanese army is militarism again, and the little dolls have been labeled as going to the battlefield since they were born, and since elementary school, they have carried out various militaristic indoctrination, military ideological training, and physical fitness training.

In the eyes of the Japanese people, the war of aggression is not a war of aggression, but a holy war, and participating in the holy war is the supreme glory, and even if they die in the holy war, their souls will still enter the Yasukuni Shrine Toilet, be enshrined, and be admired by future generations.

The training of the Japanese army began from the children, not to mention that they are not tall, generally around 1.6 meters, but they have a lot of experience in fighting, and even in schools, target shooting training is opened.

The second is the gap in weapons and equipment, the best weapon of the Central Army is the Czech type, followed by the Medium Formal, the number of heavy machine guns is very small, and it was also at the time of the Liberation War that it began to equip the heavy machine guns of the US army. And the local army is even poorer, there are almost no heavy machine guns, the number of Czech types is scarce, there is no formal formality, and the ones used are all made in Hanyang thirty or forty years ago, and many Hanyang-made guns are smoothed out, twenty meters away, and you can never guess where the bullets will fly.

Needless to say, the Japanese army's weapons and equipment were much stronger than the national army for three meals a day, and even some Japanese troops entered the village to burn, kill, and plunder, and after they returned, they were able to open small stoves, and some opened small stoves on the spot.

In contrast, the gap between the national army and the Japanese army is clear at a glance.

The battle loss ratio of seven to one is already the best battle loss ratio.

The Battle of Songhu was really difficult and tragic.

There are many routs on the road, and there are more wounded, a small number of wounded can spend money to buy truck positions, and more wounded people can't buy them, so they can only use the ocean to hire two healthy bodies to help carry them.

If you are lucky, you will have your own comrades to help carry it.

The procession stretched for 100 meters.

Japanese planes would often come and visit, but they would not drop bombs on them, and only when they returned home, they had completed their combat mission, and the remaining bombs and machine gun bullets would strafe the rout below.

During this period, they encountered the gap of more than one Japanese plane, and suffered numerous casualties.

The bodies of those who died were dumped on the road and left unburied. Burial has become a joke in war, and no one cares if the corpse is a raging wilderness or whatever.

The truck was bumpy and the scholar was woken up by pain again, his bloodshot eyes were sunken in his sockets, his lips were chapped, his face was pale, and he didn't look very good.

Like the vast majority of the wounded, he silently endured the stinging pain of his wounds.

At noon, I passed through a low mountain forest.

"Stop, rest, rest."

The truck stopped, the commander got out of the car and shouted, and the wounded began to get out of the car, and the truck driver hid the truck in the woods, camouflaged with branches and leaves.

Some people lit fires and cooked in the mountains and forests, and the smoke curled up, without the slightest fear of attracting the attention of Japanese planes.

Think about it, the Japanese army at this time has not yet come, the 11th Division is trapped in Luodian, the 3rd Division is trapped in Wusong, and has not yet advanced westward, the interior at this time is relatively safe, and there are only Japanese fighters in the sky.

Xia Yuan gave the commander everything he ate and used on his body, and only then did he get a few positions, Xia Yuan and Zheng Da carefully helped the scholar down and rested under the tree, while Xiao Liu got into the forest and didn't know where to go.

Zheng Dayong couldn't get used to Xiao Liu, frowned and said, "This guy shouldn't be a deserter." ”

Previously, Xiao Liu and Lao Lei chose to stay in Sanlian, which made him feel guilty, but now Xiao Liu disappeared without warning, which naturally made Zheng Da feel inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.

Xia Yuan leaned the scholar against the tree and said, "Don't speculate about others, it's his freedom to go or stay, just do our own." ”

Now that all the guns and ammunition have been handed over to the commander, it is estimated that they will be sold for money, and the wounded who withdrew from the direction of Wusong with them are not equipped with guns and ammunition, and it is obvious that they were all taken away by this commander.

These guns and ammunition, if exchanged for money, are estimated to cost hundreds, or even thousands of oceans.

War money has always been profitable.

Zheng Dayong didn't mention this matter anymore, leaned under the tree, and said, "Brother Yuan, now that our guns are gone, the bullets are gone, and there is nothing, are we going back?" ”

He still wanted to avenge Zhao Shiguo in his heart.

But more often than not, he would follow Xia Yuan's orders.

Asking now, I also want to see what Brother Yuan's plans are going to be.

Xia Yuan glanced at the scholar and said, "Send the scholar to Jiading to settle down first, and the rest of the things will be talked about later." ”

If the Battle of Songhu is not over, he will naturally not leave.

After a while, Xiao Liu ran out of the forest, his face was stained with mud, he was holding a lot of wild vegetables in his hands, and he broke the roots of his ears, "Brother Yuan, the forest is deep, I'm afraid of getting lost, so I found some wild vegetables and ate them raw." ”

He handed Zheng Da a handful of folded ear roots mixed with weeds, "Why are you stunned, let's eat it." ”

Zheng Dayong opened his mouth, turned his head and saw Xia Yuan's eyes, and knew that he had misunderstood Xiao Liu, "Thank you." He took the root of the folded ear, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

Xia Yuan is right, you can't speculate about others. He thought that Xiao Liu was going to run away, but he didn't expect that Xiao Liu did not run away, but entered the forest and looked for food for them.

If you don't cook wild vegetables, they taste very astringent and difficult to swallow, and when you chew them slightly, the bitter taste fills your mouth, and your mouth is full of green juice.

Xiaoliu gave the scholar a handful of folded ear roots, which tasted slightly sweet, replenishing water and trace sugar.

While they were taking a break for the time being, the 67th Division coming out of the direction of Jiading collided with the convoy, and the road from Jiading to Luodian was blocked by the air force of the Japanese devils, so that they had to choose to make a detour, as long as they could arrive at the time of the general attack this evening.

The 398th Regiment of the 67th Division, as the vanguard, was the first to arrive, and some of the soldiers who encountered the wounded soldiers stopped on the road.

This was followed by a four-and-one-group regiment.

The combat capability of the 67th Division was not as good as before, the troops suffered heavy casualties, and many of the soldiers who went to the front line were wrapped in bandages, and the wounds were not yet healed, and the bandages oozed a little blood.

In the crowd, Xia Yuan met an acquaintance, the head of the 401st Regiment Qiu sitting in the jeep, dressed brightly, looking straight ahead, never looking at the wounded soldiers beside him, Xia Yuan didn't want to entangle with him too much, the previous agreement between the two had already been said after Qiu Zhengfu retreated.

I also saw Qiu Zhengfu, the leader of the guard platoon, still walking with his head held high as before.

He only looked for Company Commander Xu in the crowd, but did not find Company Commander Xu, which made him a little more curious and surprised in his heart, where did Company Commander Xu go.

I thought about it for a while, but I didn't figure it out.

After waiting for the people of the 67th Division to leave, the commander did not count the number of people, it was meaningless, and simply waved his hand, leading the wounded soldiers to continue to Jiading in the west.

Jiading, has become a military fortress, and the original Chanda, with the military defeat of Myanmar, the rout gathered in groups in Chanda, but the situation in Jiading is better than Chanda, although there are many routs, but still maintain a certain order, after all, the war on the front line is difficult, but it has not yet failed.

When the new barracks first arrived, the area they were stationed in had been turned into a field hospital, and the shacks they had built had been removed and replaced by wooden houses made of logs, camouflaged by dull and dirt.

"Stop, the wounded will be sent in for recuperation first, and the others will go back."

The truck stopped steadily in front of the field hospital, and the commander got out of the car and shouted loudly with a loud horn.

"Brother Yuan." The corners of the scholar's mouth were bitter, and he didn't want to leave Xia Yuan.

"Peace of mind here to recuperate, I'll come to see you later." Xia Yuan patted the scholar on the shoulder, whispered in his ear, and then left with Zheng Dayong and Xiaoliu.

The scholar looked at the backs of the three and followed a group of wounded soldiers into the field hospital.

Jiading has been turned into a military fortress, and the streets are filled with wounded soldiers, routs, and even deserters who have retreated from the battlefield. In addition to the soldiers, that is, refugees with their families, famine, thin and weak, there are teams formed by landlords and old wealth, and there are also teams formed by villagers spontaneously, who have come in from Jiading.

Japan began its full-scale invasion of China, and the coastal land was already in chaos, and the number of people who fled was innumerable.

Xia Yuan took Zheng Dayong and Xiaoliu to mix in the team of the rout, many of them were like them, their guns were lost, and there may be one or two grenades left on their bodies, hanging alone on their chests, walking around, I don't know who touched them.

Not long after walking forward, there was a sudden bustle, and many soldiers with guns on their backs gathered here.

Zheng Dayong leaned over curiously, pulled a person, and asked, "Brother, what are you doing here, why are so many people around?" ”

The person who was pulled looked at Zheng Dayong vigilantly, and saw the other party's disgraced appearance, and his appearance was relatively young, his vigilance relaxed slightly, and said: "Brother, this is the black market, you can exchange guns for money." See if you don't have a gun either, if you don't have bullets, bullets can be exchanged for money. ”

"Then there will be no war?" Zheng Dayong asked again.

"Fighting, definitely fighting, you can come here, it means that your troops are all gone, just wait for the integration, those who don't have guns will shoot guns, what do you say you are still doing with guns?"

"How do you know that?" Zheng Dayong was curious.

"People promote it on the black market, fidelity."

Hearing that the door of the black market was open, a Hanyang made can be exchanged for half an ocean, and a 38-style can be exchanged for an ocean, and the man scolded: "This gun is the 38-style of the Japanese devil, Lao Tzu just captured it, grandma's, it is worth an ocean, it is really black." ”

Zheng Dayong said with a smile: "The black market is the black market, otherwise why would people call it the black market." ”

"You know the." The man scolded: "A few days ago, a Hanyang built a big ocean, isn't it that there are more and more troops in the past few days, you want to have something, sell it quickly these days?" ”

Zheng Dayong took out the empty pocket, shook his head helplessly, turned to leave, and then blended into the crowd and disappeared.

After a while, he joined Xia Yuan, "Brother Yuan, there is a black market over there, and they are all some guns and cubs, just like us, the troops are all gone, and they can't find anyone, so they sell the guns, and when there is a conscription, they will follow in and reissue the guns." ”

There is a black market in Jiading City, and the weapons and equipment of the defeated soldiers are cleaned and polished at a low price, and sold to the army at a high price.

At any time, there is no shortage of moths.

Xiao Liu snorted and said, "They are quite smart, they know that if they sell their guns, they will reissue them when they are recruited." ”

"These guns eventually went into the ranks of the national army, and the money went into private pockets." Xia Yuan shook his head and continued to walk forward with them.

He didn't know where his next destination was, so he thought as he went.

Zheng Dayong's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Two stunned! ”