"There are three of you left, who can say anything else." After Lu Di finished telling his story, Wang Lao Mao stared at the remaining three soldiers again.
"I won't talk about it anymore." One of the soldiers said, "After talking about it, everyone will not be in a good mood."
"Stop it!" How could Mr. Wang let these three people go?
The battles that a soldier or even a team has participated in are only local battles after all, and it is impossible to understand the situation on the entire battlefield.
In Wang Laomao's understanding, if he didn't listen to Li Chenghong's story, how could he know that the superiors had misjudged the situation and directly withdrew the troops in Hangzhou Bay to prevent the Japanese landing.
If he didn't listen to He Xiangcai's story, how could he know that other troops fought so fiercely in hand-to-hand combat.
If he hadn't listened to Lu Di's story, how would he have known that in addition to the Northeastern Army, the Chinese army also had troops like the 8th Division that resisted the Japanese army for more than 20 days.
"Hey, just tell me, otherwise I will always have a thorn in my heart." At this time, another soldier finally spoke.
So the others began to listen quietly again.
"I fought the Japanese myself. I have nothing to say. I just charged with everyone and then fought in the streets with the Japanese.
At that time, our company won the battle and the Japanese retreated. But when everyone was happy, no one thought that the Japanese warships on the Huangpu River opened fire.
The houses we were in were all blown down, and I was buried in bricks and tiles, but luckily, I didn't die. "The soldier spoke very plainly, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.
Maybe after really experiencing a life and death war, people will take life and death lightly.
But just when everyone thought he was about to finish speaking, he suddenly sighed again: "I was buried in the pile of bricks and couldn't move, but I could see with my eyes. I saw two of us surrendered. .”
The tone of the soldier's story was not high, but the word "surrender" was so harsh that under the dim coal light, everyone's expressions changed, especially Mr. Wang's eyebrows. Even more shrugged.
"Although it is said that you should not surrender when fighting the Japanese, but, well, how can I put it? The two people who surrendered were still children. I didn't know them. They were later added to our company. They looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old." The soldier also felt sorry for the two surrenderers.
"Then we can't surrender!" At this time, the female salt policeman Ju Hongxia intervened.
Everyone understands that the Japanese army is cruel.
If a female soldier like Ju Hongxia surrendered to the Japanese army, it is conceivable what fate awaits her. Therefore, female soldiers would rather commit suicide than be captured.
Because of Ju Hongxia's voice, everyone glanced at her, but the soldier who told the story did not look at it. Instead, he continued talking.
"I was still pressed by bricks and couldn't move. I was afraid that the Japanese would find out that I was still alive and shoot me again, so I could only watch secretly.
But maybe the Japanese have discovered that my head was hit with a brick and my head was bleeding. They thought I was dead. "The soldier began to tell again, "I just watched the Japanese soldiers surrounding the two children who surrendered. "
When talking about this, the soldier finally changed the noun behind surrender to children. In fact, the two soldiers were really children, and they could only be regarded as child soldiers.
"I saw the Japanese tied these two children to the door frame that was not blown down, and then let the Japanese soldiers stab them to death with bayonets.
The Japanese soldiers who stabbed these two children must have never killed anyone, because I saw their hands were trembling at the time.
Alas, what a pity for those two children. They shouldn't have surrendered. They surrendered and ended up like this. What a crime! "
The soldier stopped talking and the scene became silent again.
Although those who surrendered were hated, according to the soldier's story, Shang Zhen and the others could not hate these two surrendered child soldiers no matter what.
In fact, no one is born a warrior, everyone has cowardice in their heart.
If these two child soldiers only surrendered and did not raise their guns at their own people, then there is no reason why they must classify these two child soldiers as traitors.
The kerosene smoke still surrounds the ancestral hall, and now there is smoke from smoking. The soldiers did not make a sound, but their eyes were looking at different places thoughtfully.
"Oh, what I saw was worse than what you saw." A soldier who had been silent until now finally spoke.
Everyone's eyes naturally turned to him, but this time no one asked him to continue talking. Even Mr. Wang, who had been diligently urging others to tell stories at the beginning, remained silent.
"I won't say much about fighting the Japanese in the front.
When we were evacuating, we were scattered by the Japs' tanks. You all know how powerful the Japs' tanks are, so I won't go into details.
The grenades have all been thrown away, so what can anyone do with that iron guy?
I was hiding in a bomb crater and watching the Japanese tanks chasing me from behind.
The kid in the little tank probably didn't see me, but I saw the three of us hiding behind a mound.
The kid's tank was escaping to the position next to the mound. At that time, I thought that the kid probably didn't see the person behind the mound.
But as I thought, just when the little devil's tank was approaching the mound, it suddenly turned and ran into the mound!
The mound was neither big nor high. After the Little Japanese tank went up, two of them were crushed to death at once. The third one's legs were crushed and he was still alive and moving on the ground. Later, the Little Japanese infantry came up and gave him a shot. ,well. "The soldier's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, so that his last sigh was almost inaudible.
At this time, Shang Zhen glanced at Mr. Wang with a meaningful look, and Mr. Wang felt like he was blushing. He was so grateful! Why do we have to expose everyone’s scars?
But just when Mr. Wang was regretting it, Ju Hongxia said: "Did you have a gun in your hand at that time?"
"Huh?" The narrator glanced at Ju Hongxia and remained silent, which was obviously his acquiescence.
"Then you are a coward!" At this time, Ju Hongxia suddenly said, her voice was not high, but her tone was unquestionable, "You have a gun in your hand, you can't shoot the tank, why can't you shoot us?" The Japs who replenished their guns?"
It's true that Xu Hongxia's pronunciation is really not high, but his words are like a thunderclap in this night with dim lights. If the twisting of the neck has a sound, then everyone is really "Wow" Everyone looked at her at once.
Yu Hongxia's chest was rising and falling, and she was obviously very excited. On the contrary, the soldier whom he called a coward lowered his head more and more.
But after a while, Mr. Wang suddenly stood up and angrily threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground. Everyone looked at him with a "swish" look.
"Did you kill any Japanese soldiers after you escaped?" Wang Lao asked the narrator who was already a little embarrassed.
"Two more Japanese soldiers were killed on the way." The narrator replied in a low voice.
"Then you are not a coward, you are not a loser!" Mr. Wang replied firmly.
The soldier didn't expect that Mr. Wang would say that. He finally raised his head and glanced at Mr. Wang gratefully, but Ju Hongxia quit. She asked Mr. Wang, "Why not?"
Ju Hongxia felt that what she said made sense, but she didn't think Wang Laomao was right.
It’s just that Old Hat Wang’s answer was very Old Hat Wang. How could he argue with a young woman like Ju Hongxia? His answer was: “If I say no, then it’s not! You bitch knows nothing!”
These words were really rude, and Yu Hongxia's face instantly turned red.
