The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 249: Backstab (Additional chapter 510 for the color shadow master)

The story of Pan Yufeng, the centenarian, continues to be told, and more scenes appear in the minds of the audience.

...Around 10 o'clock in the morning, I discovered a secret.

To be more specific, from morning till now, Commander Xufeng has gone to the toilet seven or eight times in such a short time for some reason.

Especially after each battle, he would always go to the bathroom behind everyone's backs.

After repelling another attack by the Japanese, I saw Commander Xufeng walking to the side and couldn't help but feel the urge to go to the bathroom.

After I followed him, I finally understood why Commander Xufeng was like this.

Because I saw Commander Xufeng, his urine was red, blood-red, blood-red, as if he was urinating blood.

I was terrified at the time, and tremblingly asked, "Captain Xu, Commander Xufeng, are you okay? Do you want to call a medic?"

"Speak softly, don't let others hear you." Commander Xufeng glared at me and gave me this warning.

Then, he explained nonchalantly, "It's nothing serious. I was just stabbed in the kidney by the Japanese. I won't die."

What's the most important thing for a man? Of course, it's his kidneys.

This thing was pierced, it can't be described as "just", but it's a big deal.

But just when I wanted to persuade Commander Xufeng that he was already a seriously injured soldier and could actually withdraw from Taierzhuang and go to the field hospital for proper treatment.

Suddenly, the sound of artillery shells whistling was heard in the air again, and the Japanese started shelling again.

However, the noise of this shelling was much quieter than the sound of the shells that killed Xie Daya in the morning, so I was not that panicked at all.

But Commander Xufeng's expression changed drastically, and he started yelling:
"Gas bombs, those who have gas masks should put them on immediately, those who don't have any should get some water or use a diaper towel to cover their mouths and noses immediately.

Then organize a defense line, the Japs are coming soon."

When we were cleaning up the battlefield before, we didn't find any gas masks on the Japanese, so naturally we don't have them now.

Fortunately, he just needed to go to the bathroom. After he pulled the towel from his neck, a guy came and covered his mouth and nose with it. Then he rushed back to the position, pulled the bolt of the gun with one hand with difficulty, and fired at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards him.

After the battle was over, for a long time afterwards, everything I smelled had a strong stench of urine.

But compared to others, I am still very lucky.

Because there were more than a dozen brothers who were just a little slow, they started coughing violently in the light yellow mist. The coughing consumed all their strength and made them unable to do anything.

The coughing only got worse, and he eventually fell to the ground, twitching and continuing to cough, coughing up black blood from his mouth and nose.

By the time the Japanese were repelled and the poison gas slowly dissipated, they had completely stopped breathing.

His face was filled with an expression of extreme pain, his throat was torn apart by his own scratching, and his fingers were covered with his own blood and flesh...

...Around 1 p.m., there were only 93 people left alive in our position.

Fortunately, at this time, we received a new reinforcement.

Unfortunately, there were only 57 reinforcements in total, not even enough to form two platoons.

The messenger also told Commanders Van Gogh and Xufeng that Commander Chi of the 131st Division had already filled Taierzhuang with cooks, clerks, signalmen and anyone who could hold a gun.

Even Commander Chi himself has joined the front line of the battle with a gun in hand.

Therefore, in the future, the Northwest Army should no longer expect any reinforcements.

At the same time, I can also think that even if Commander Annie and his team recruit enough people to form the Third Battalion outside, many of them probably won’t even be able to fire their guns, and it will take until tomorrow morning at the earliest to be able to be used.

This means that for the rest of the day, we can only rely on these one hundred or so people to hold our position.

What should I do? I didn’t know, and I didn’t have time to think, because more than 30 Japanese planes appeared in the sky.

At this point, I didn't need my superiors to tell me anything. I rushed to a pile of half-dried firewood beside me, lit a match and lit it directly.

The rising black smoke filled the sky above the battlefield.

It's not that I'm particularly clever, but too many brothers have died in the past half day. I told myself that I must survive and defend this position where almost every inch is covered with the blood and flesh of my brothers...

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...When it was getting dark, the Japanese soldiers who had been attacking the position frantically seemed to have gone completely crazy.

Even if a tank ran over the anti-tank mines we laid, it would be blown up on the spot.

Many Japanese soldiers were also blown to pieces below the waist by anti-personnel mines one after another, but more Japanese soldiers rushed up in wave after wave. They relied on their lives to consume all our mines.

Perhaps they also knew that after dark, both sides would be exhausted and would cease fighting, and that they did not have much time left to attack today.

After a night's rest, we will be able to receive some reinforcements tomorrow morning; they must seize the last opportunity to capture this position and compress our defensive space.

Faced with the Japanese's desperate charge, we fought like crazy on the battlefield.

After a machine gunner was killed, there would always be someone to take his place immediately; some brothers would even rush out with a bundle of grenades and blow back the Japanese soldiers who were about to rush into the position.

But even so, the number of brothers who could still breathe on the battlefield was getting smaller and smaller, and as the fighting went on, there were less than fifty of them.

At this point, Commander Xu Feng shouted, "The seriously injured will follow me to cover your retreat, and the rest of you will follow Van Gogh to retreat."

When I heard this order, I burst into tears.

I don't want to retreat at all. I want to follow Commander Xufeng and cover our retreat. Rather than giving up the position to the Japanese, I would rather die here and die with my brothers.

Unfortunately, the next second, Commander Van Gogh cried out, "This is an order. Execute it immediately. Follow me."

A soldier's duty is to obey. Even though I was unwilling in my heart, I had no choice but to follow Commander Van Gogh with my gun and retreat to the back.

After removing the seriously injured soldiers who had fallen behind, there were only about thirty people who retreated at this moment, and I was the only one left in the second squad of my fifth company.

After retreating fifty or sixty steps, when the sound of machine guns behind me almost completely stopped, I still couldn't help but look back.

There were no living brothers on the battlefield. Even Commander Xufeng was lying on the MG34 machine gun, completely motionless.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers crossed our positions and the bunkers we had worked so hard to build, and continued to chase us, leaving us no chance to survive.

Seeing this, I simply decided not to run away.

He turned around and stood in place, without even lying down. He just pulled the bolt of the Hanyang rifle in his hand and kept firing at the Japanese.

When he is beaten to death, that’s the end of it.

It's strange to say, the Japanese bullets flew around me, and at most they just scratched my uniform, and no one actually hit me.

Soon the five Hanyang bullets in my hand were used up. I touched the bullet bag and found that it was also empty.

So I put a bayonet on my rifle and prepared to rush back.

At this moment, I heard Commander Van Gogh shouting "Get down"; when I instinctively did so, I looked up and saw Commander Xufeng, who was originally lying on the machine gun, suddenly sat up again.

There was blood on his mouth and chest, but he had a smile on his face as he pressed a detonator hard.

There was a violent explosion on the position immediately. It turned out that a large amount of explosives had been buried on the position at some point, and our retreat was just a trap.

In the explosion, almost all the Japanese soldiers who rushed up to the position were knocked down, and the remaining Japanese soldiers were frightened and retreated in embarrassment.

Then the thirty or so of us rushed back, killed the Japanese with a surprise attack, and took back the position.

However, those of us who were still alive worked for half the night and turned the entire position upside down, but we still couldn't find a complete body of Commander Xufeng or any of our brothers.

In the end, I could only dig a big hole and bury them all together...

When he said this, the sky outside the window of the Grade A hospital had brightened completely. After more patients got up, the story of veteran Pan Yufeng came to an abrupt end.

But even so, intern Xiao Wang still couldn't calm down.

A group of ancestors always appear in my mind. In the ruins of Taierzhuang 87 years ago, they were fighting, they were roaring, they fell down with unwillingness, and were smashed to pieces with the Japanese in the explosion.

So much so that after finishing my shift and going home, these are the scenes that appear before my eyes as soon as I close my eyes.

A middle school thought even emerged in my mind: I sleep with a knife as my pillow, I wish I had been born eighty years earlier.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't fall asleep.

What to do? He used his tried-and-true method: he went directly to the veteran’s bedside, took out his phone and started browsing those young ladies who were full of life and twisting their bodies.

In the end, I don’t know if it was because he stayed up for too long or if this thing really worked, but the phone in Xiao Wang’s hand slipped to the side and he successfully fell asleep.

I didn't know that the video of a long-legged girl that was playing repeatedly on my phone was actually Annie.

(End of this chapter)