Chapter 220 Assimiated People

The silent mountain was lively because of the arrival of the troops. The hissing of the horses on the narrow mountain road and the words of the soldiers echoed on the mountain road and the forest. However, the volatile weather soon taught the soldiers the strength of the mountains.

In summer, the weather in the mountains is changeable. The sunny weather will be cloudy in a short time, and the strong wind will come with torrential rain. In the past few days, it has basically rained for a while and the sun came out for a while, which is the kind of weather. The road is a mountain road, and some places are still very slippery.

The road is becoming more and more difficult to walk. The muddy mountain road seems to never reach its head. Although they wear ponchos, the soldiers who can still be wet in the rain begin to become tired, and the heavier and heavier gasps replaced the original laughter.

The marching troops didn't say anything, didn't sing, and didn't say anything. But the mountain road was still very lively. The heavy breathing of the soldiers echoed in the forest, and the mule and horses with mountain cannons, heavy machine guns and ammunition also made a heavy breathing sound.

Although people are tired, no one complains, and it is useless to complain. This force crossed Wushan, attacked Jingzhou, which was guarded by the full army, occupied the mountain city of Yucheng, and now rushed to Chengdu. It has been like this every day for the past ten days. After a night's rest, the next day, at dawn, the officers and soldiers bravely carried their guns and marched along the mountain road, and then at noon. I became exhausted again.

I gritted my teeth and got through it.

Everyone told themselves so. To be precise, the officers told them that "no matter how bitter and tired they are, the bite will be over." It rained heavily for a while, and the sun came out again. Xia Yu's delicate sun burned the earth. The forest was no longer cool at noon, and the sun burned the forest hot. The soldiers' military uniforms, whose clothes had just been dried, were once again soaked by sweat. The stuffy, wet and hot weather made the officers and soldiers irritable, but even the soldiers carrying guns were only displayed on their faces, not in action.

No one needs to doubt that if there are even 100,000 full troops in front of them, they will rush up without hesitation. They will hit them with bullets far away, and they will not blow them with cannonballs. They will beat the gangsters to death with bayonets, gunstocks and fists with the most primitive weapons. Egg, to vent the dissatisfaction in the heart.

Every time they were like this. They just vented their anger on the enemy. Fifteen days ago, in Jingzhou, when their offensive was frustrated and the city wall was blown up, they used a bayonet to kill all the way from the ancient trough gate to the Nanji gate in the south of the city. Although they passed, it was almost the same.

The children of Xiangtan of the 17th Division seem to be polite, but the cruel and ruthless training in the past two months has already worn away their literary quality. I'm afraid some of them are the fire in the bones of the Xiangtan children, and it is this kind of hot temper hidden in their bones that makes them carry long rifles all the way from Hunan to Sichuan.

At this time, although the mountain road is difficult, they still dream of killing Chengdu, occupying Chengdu, resuming Sichuan, and then... Uh-huh! You can have a good sleep, get drunk, and then... Jiaoyang, who looks like fire, was shrouded in dark clouds again when they were just about to rest. After the original dry heat was dispersed, the sky seemed a little cold because of the rainstorm. At the same time, the fierce battle also began in the afternoon, running between the rice fields outside Lezhi County. The running soldiers were covered with mud, and they ran silently and fought silently.

The Qing army guarding Lezhi County dug three or four trenches. When the attacking troops occupied the first trench of the Qing army, they found that the trench was full of rainwater like a mud ditch. The soldiers' legs were soaked in muddy water, and occasionally shells fell and exploded. Occasionally, some shells fell into the trench. , often too soft muddy water, and the shell failed to detonate.

In the process of waiting for the artillery, the first troops, both officers and soldiers, are looking forward to charging as soon as possible and ending the war as soon as possible. The boredom caused by anxious waiting enveloped the battlefield. The sound of gunfire seemed to have lost the crispness of the past, and it was a little dull in the pouring rain.

The battle was deadlocked in the process of waiting for the artillery, which made Zhu Ziyang, the company commander of the advance company, catch fire in his heart. This alcoholic captain can only chew dry peppers in a trench full of muddy water, wipe the rainwater from his forehead to the tip of his nose again and again, and keeps nagging in his mouth.

"You can't wait like this anymore. You can't wait any longer!"

Everyone knows that if they shoot at each other like this, they can't solve the problem at any time. They don't know when the artillery will come. If the artillery can't catch up in an hour, the soldiers will continue to stay in the trench to soak the mud and water. Is it drizzled?

" Charge! Charge!" (charge)

Zhu Ziyang said to himself, "A bayonet charged them down!"

He was nagging. He twisted and carefully observed the situation of his subordinates. There was no loss of troops, and the Qing army's guns were not allowed. Looking forward again, it is less than 100 meters away from the trenches of the Qing army, and it only needs a charge.

"Brothers!"

He shouted, climbed up from the trench with his hands and waved his pistol forward. He was not only the first to climb out of the mud ditch, but also the first to stand up and rush out.

"Rion!"

At the moment when the company commander rushed out, the whistle sounded, and all the officers and soldiers immediately smashed the Qing army's position under the cover of the machine gunners like a big net. The soldiers now had only one idea in their hearts, to get rid of the Qing army, then end the battle, and then hide in the rain in the house and bake their clothes.

The soldiers shouted "Let's go!" and charged behind the company commander. In the muddy rice fields, they threw the dirt under their feet and formed a U-shaped commando with Zhu Ziyang as the center.

This kind of charging formation cleverly protected the company commander of the first charge. Although he held a pistol and commanded the troops towards the slope of the enemy's position. This kind of charging peak was like the top of Mount Tai, but the Qing army did not pay attention to him. For the defensive Qing army, the biggest threat was the left and right sides of the charge in front. When the left and right wings bear firepower, Zhu Ziyang in the middle is safe.

When he crossed a row of small graves, the left-wing squad had already rushed into the enemy's position. At the moment when the left wing squad rushed into the enemy's array, he faintly seemed to feel a black spot flying from the front. In an instant, he felt that his body seemed to have penetrated something, and his body stood in front of him and fell into it. In the paddy field, I couldn't get up again.

The battle, which was deadlocked for an hour, ended in less than ten minutes. After occupying the last trench of the Qing army, when other prisoners were count, Second Lieutenant Li Shaojie led two soldiers back to see the situation of the company commander.

In the paddy field, a soldier lying next to the captain's body in the muddy water, with a bayonet on the gun to guard the officer. When he saw the second lieutenant coming, he stood up and saluted with a gun.

"Report, the officer died!"

Li Shaojie didn't say anything. He knelt beside the company commander on one leg, turned over his body and put it on his leg. On the company leader's chest, there was an egg-sized wound. The rain washed the dirt on his face and the blood flowing from his chest to the field. He carefully wiped it on his face with his cuffs. The dirt on it, this face that doesn't even have a beard, looks so young and pale.

Looking at the officer who was one year younger than himself, Li Shaojie only felt hot in front of him. The two of them were alumni when they were in Xiangtan School. When they left Changsha, they once imagined the moment of national restoration together, but he... At this time, two soldiers found bamboo poles used by farmers to build straw from nearby. The portable rag was taken out of the backpack and tied with another temporary stretcher.

With a violent explosion in front of him, there was another cry of charging. It was a platoon of Shao Wu who began to attack the city. Li Shaojie's platoon was replaced by the sergeants of his subordinates. He looked up at the charge in front of him. The troops were rushing into the county. The gate was probably blown open by explosives, and he fell in the paddy field without looking at it. The groaning wounded soldiers will be faintly discernible from the horses and gun trucks in the vast rain, and the troops in the rear have come.

"Sterant, you two escort the officer's body to the rear!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Two soldiers carried the captain's body on a stretcher. When the two soldiers lifted the captain's body on the road, he added another sentence.

"There are a lot of injured people here. When you arrive at the rear, ask the health worker to come immediately!"

Looking at the soldier guarding the body of the company commander, he ordered again.

"You stay here to take care of the wounded!"

After simply giving a few orders, Li Shaojie stood there motionless, looking at the remains of the senior who was far away. Finally, he made a military salute, and then ran to the front line with the mud on the rp of the field.

When he passed the trench on the way, he only saw the corpses lying in the trench. The corpses were all the corpses of the Qing army. Somehow, when he saw these corpses, he was not unhappy, but just turned a blind eye.

In the evening, the friendly troops broke through the gate in three directions and rushed into the city. The tricolor flag on the gate tower was wet by the rain. From evening to late at night, the army had been sweeping the city and occupied Lezhi County at 9:00 p.m.

The rain stopped at night. Soldiers inside and outside the county evenly lit fire and baked clothes, and then casually surrounded not far from the fire and lay on the ground to sleep. Outside the city, the surviving officers and soldiers of Li Shaojie's company lined up to say goodbye to the remains of their comrades-in-arms. The cremated bones were collected by the soldiers in the empty bomb box. Or in a big bamboo tube, and then write their names on it, wrap them in cloth, and carry them behind their good comrades-in-arms, and the ashes will not be transported to the rear until the war stops.

Carrying Zhu Ziyang's ashes, looking at the sleeping officers and soldiers around him, thinking about the corpses he saw in the afternoon, Li Shaojie suddenly found a fact that he seemed to be no longer himself. On the battlefield, there seemed to be a powerful magic, which could make all soldiers turn into the same surname and the same thinking. Put forward the same request. In this army, the students of Xiangtan School once lost the thoughts of their own cultural people, and even the monks who accompanied the army lost their religion and found another religion. Their hearts were assimitized for the hearts of soldiers like the military uniforms on their bodies.

(to be continued)