call! call!
Dragon Boat Festival led the people to run for ten miles and finally got rid of the Japanese behind them.
At this time, even if it is the Dragon Boat Festival, I am still panting from exhaustion.
"Check the number of people. Don't sit down in a hurry, your legs will cramp. Keep walking."
Dragon Boat Festival ordered, and the soldier who had just sat down lazily stood up again.
The old abacus took a few breaths and began to count, and this time, apart from the sacrifices, there were thirty-eight people left. Three people were killed and six injured.
One of them was seriously injured and the remaining five were slightly injured.
At this time, the soldiers carried the sacrificed brothers on their backs and put them together.
Dragon Boat Festival counted and felt something was wrong, because just now he clearly watched the soldiers being beaten by four people. What about the other person?
"There is one less."
Duanwu asked, and Old Abacus said: "It's quite a lot, four of them were sacrificed in total."
"no!"
Looking around during the Dragon Boat Festival, the soldiers are all there. But this is strange, what about the seriously injured people?
"Has anyone seen the severely injured embolus?"
Duanwu asked, and everyone suddenly realized, where is Shuanzi who was seriously injured?
"Tuanzu, I'm here,...poof!..."
He raised his hands and took a step forward.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he took this step, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He is the seriously injured Shuan Zi, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall and weighs 130 kilograms. During the retreat, he found it difficult to carry his brother on his back, so he asked to come down and be helped to run.
The wound was painful at first, but as he ran, he lost consciousness. Even when it was time to take a break, he was still standing in the line like everyone else.
But he didn't know that his blood had been drained. He was shot twice in the chest. The lungs were punctured. Originally, people like this would find it difficult to breathe even when lying down, let alone running.
Shuanzi laughed miserably under the attention of everyone, and then fell down slowly and weakly.
"embolus?"
"Big guy?"
The soldiers called Shuanzi's name one after another, while acquaintances called him Big Man.
He is physically strong and can resist two more people when it comes to ammunition. When his comrades were injured, he was the one who took care of them.
But at this time, such a strong man fell down.
The soldiers burst into tears. Although many people have not been with the big man for a long time, his honest smile and courageous back have been firmly engraved in everyone's mind.
Danwu was also impressed by the big man.
Duanwu originally wanted him to serve as a machine gunner, but the big man said that he was good at shooting with a rifle.
So Duanwu equipped the big man with a semi-automatic rifle.
The big man was very happy and giggled at the Dragon Boat Festival.
He used to be a superior soldier in the Gui Army. Because he was good at shooting guns, he was considered a sniper in the team.
But the gun he used at that time was really unsatisfactory.
Although most of the Gui army uses imported Type 88 rifles. But these weapons are almost all obsolete products from Germany. Whether it is its accuracy or range, it is incomparable to the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle.
The big man couldn't put it down holding a gun. He didn't know what to say, so he could only respond to Dragon Boat Festival with a silly smile.
His smile was genuine, and he looked like a child who hadn't grown up yet.
But the Japanese came and made this child take up a gun to defend his country and the people of this country.
He has traveled thousands of miles, but the blood of Chinese people flows in his bones.
What he said most often was that we Chinese cannot be bullied. I don't know what the higher-ups think, I'm just here to fight the Japanese.
Simple language is the most impressive, and the big man never quarrels with others, leaving a good impression on everyone.
The soldiers cried sadly, all in the eyes of the big man. He saw the Dragon Boat Festival and stretched out his hand.
Duanwu held the big man's blood-covered hand and asked, "I'm here. Just tell me what you have to say. As long as I can do it, I will do it for you."
The big man still had a silly smile on his face: "You are a good commander, but I am not blessed. I really want to keep fighting with you!"
"Silly!"
Dragon Boat Festival was suddenly poked into tears by the big man, and he couldn't hold back his tears.
Hot tears fell on the big man's hand, and the big man left with a smile on his face and no regrets. Because Duanwu is indeed a good officer, because everyone present has worked with many officers and fought many times. But no officer would shed tears because of the death of a soldier.
The most they say is that those who retreat will die, and such and such high ground must be taken down by me.
As for how many people died and who died, they never cared.
But Dragon Boat Festival is different. Dragon Boat Festival regards them as his brothers. And whenever there is danger, Dragon Boat Festival must be the first one.
They had never seen such a commander before. So before he died, the big man said this: You are a good commander.
This sentence seems to speak the voice of every soldier, and there is such a sentence in their hearts. Although they didn't express it. But their actions have proven it.
Obeying Duanwu's orders is not because he is afraid of his high rank, but just because Duanwu is a good officer.
After a long silence, Duanwu took off his hat and paid a silent tribute to the members of his team who died.
All the soldiers stood up at this moment. They took off their hats and lowered their heads slightly to remember their fallen comrades.
After a long time, the Dragon Boat Festival ordered: "Change the clothes on the brothers. They died fighting the Japanese. They are martyrs. After their death, they can no longer wear the clothes of the Japanese."
"yes!"
The soldiers responded and then began to change the uniforms of the martyrs, returning to their previous American uniforms.
Duanwu and Lao Abacus took shovels to dig graves for the soldiers. Old Abacus approached Duanwu and lowered his voice: "Tuanzuo, although you are very sad now, there is one thing I still want to report. Our ammunition is running out after this battle."
Duanwu nodded, because he knew that ammunition consumption was high. And when they came, each person only had about two hundred rounds of ammunition on average.
These bullets include rifle bullets and pistol bullets, totaling less than 9,000 rounds.
But Lao Abacus' subsequent report still shocked him. One-half of the bullet had been consumed. In other words, the remaining thirty-eight people only had more than 4,000 bullets added up.
Of course, if they were all holding rifles, there would be a lot of bullets. But most of them use automatic weapons.
Insufficient ammunition makes it difficult for them to fight the Japanese again. Moreover, at this time, they have gone deep into the Japanese hinterland, and Duanwu has to consider the survival of this special force.
"Okay, I get it!"
Duanwu nodded and continued digging. Because the ammunition can be put aside for a while, the bodies of the soldiers must be buried first, because you don’t know when the damn little devil will bite you again! ...
