Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 388

Chapter 388 No return!

The knights in the sky fight for their lives and honor.

On the ground, in addition to various machine gunners and soldiers who were ordered to stay in hiding places and not leave at will, Lei Xiong led more than a hundred infantrymen under him and ran towards the highway.

Along the way, there were at least three waves of infantry rushing towards the road under the leadership of their respective commanders.

There were more than 400 infantrymen along the entire highway, which was absolutely unwise on the battlefield where fighting was still fierce at this time.

But that was an order issued by Tang Dao. The military order required these infantrymen to clear the road immediately. If their own plane was damaged and had to make an emergency landing, the relatively flat simple road was their only chance.

In fact, Tang Dao had the mentality of rescuing one or two people from seventeen trucks. Needless to say, the soldiers all knew this.

Because, they think so too, otherwise, they would take huge risks and run on the highway at this time?

Most of the trucks were burning, and it was difficult for the leaked fuel not to catch fire in the high temperatures caused by the bombs.

Three moving torches finally stopped after running forward for two hundred meters due to mechanical damage. Just parked on the road, like three burning bonfires.

Every moment the flames and thick black smoke existed, it was like roasting the hearts of the infantrymen who were looking at it from a distance.

Stepping out of the woods means facing the risk of death.

The Japanese planes fighting fiercely in the sky were basically carrying heavy bombs. Even if only one was dropped around the infantry, it would cause terrible damage. The infantry rushing out of the forest were actually dancing on the tip of a knife.

Life is not in their hands and depends entirely on fate.

It's just that the infantrymen are willing.

They want to get their comrades back, even if the chance is only one in 10,000!

You sacrificed your life to save me, so why should I be stingy in your sacrifice?

However, the soldiers who desperately moved the remains of the car despite burning their hands were disappointed.

The Japanese bombs were thrown very accurately. The 250 kilogram aerial bombs basically exploded at a distance of tens to ten meters on both sides of the road. Such a short distance was enough to destroy trucks running wildly on the road.

The huge air wave generated by the explosion of an aerial bomb can even twist steel into terrifying shapes. How can the human body in it be lucky? Most of the pilots died from the terrible air waves. They were shocked to death by the huge energy of the air waves.

Their bodies seemed to be intact, but they were so limp that almost no one could lift them up if there were no stretchers.

Their bones have been shaken to softness by the terrible explosion.

The only thing that pleased the soldiers was that the Japanese killed the convoy in one fell swoop. They basically used heavy aerial bombs, leaving huge craters dozens of meters away from the road. The violent air waves destroyed the trucks running wildly on the road. But there was no damage to the roadbed.

They only need to push away the car wreckage that was damaged on the road. There is no need to dig holes and fill the soil, and the simple road can be used. Otherwise, fighter planes that need to make an emergency landing on the road will not have the opportunity to wait until the road becomes flat.

Although the wilderness of Jiangnan is open enough, there are many criss-crossing fields. If a fighter plane with a descent speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour runs wildly on this kind of ground, the chance of a successful emergency landing is less than 10%.

The 3,000-meter-long simple road was cleared within 10 minutes by more than 400 officers and soldiers walking along the route. Twelve bodies were carried on stretchers covered with white cloth and placed in the woods.

Even the completely charred bodies in the three blazing bonfires were snatched out by the soldiers who desperately used military uniforms, branches and even sand to extinguish the flames.

Yang Bicheng, who was at the front, was carrying his charred body, which was at least half as heavy as his elder brother.

The superior soldier didn't know who the officer who died in the battle was, but the superior soldier knew that he was a comrade like his brother. Carrying him on his back, the superior soldier could still feel the warmth, and felt that his brother was still telling him: No matter what, stay alive!

This time, the superior soldier did not shed any more tears, because he knew that fear and tears are the most useless things on the battlefield. If you want to survive, just be like these brave comrades and not be afraid!

Not afraid of the roaring planes overhead, not afraid of bombs that may fall at any time, not afraid of cold death.

Death is not the end of a warrior, the fear of death is the abyss of a warrior.

However, there are still five bodies that have not been found, perhaps because they were too close to the explosion point and were torn apart by the huge energy of the aerial bomb explosion.

The car wreckage scattered in a radius of 100 meters is proof of this.

But the soldiers nearby did not give up. They bent over and lowered their heads to search silently in the mud.

Their eyes were extremely pious, and the constant roar of aircraft engines and gunshots in the sky could not make them raise their heads to take a look.

Their mission is to find their brothers.

Tang Dao issued a death order and found the remains of all the soldiers. Even if the vehicle he was in was hit by an aerial bomb and the people and vehicles were blown to pieces, the bones would still have to be found.

He promised the seventeen soldiers who bravely stepped onto the truck that he would take them home and place their ashes at the entrance of their village. In this way, his mother could touch their tombstones at any time when she missed them.

An extremely cruel promise, but it is also the most difficult promise in this era. Seventeen soldiers who took the initiative to embark on a dead end believed it.

Countless comrades were buried in other places, and their parents, wives, and children would not know whether they were alive or dead, let alone glance at their tombstones.

Tang Dao was a man who kept his promises extremely well. In the coming years, no matter how difficult it was, his baggage troops would always have a carriage loaded not with ammunition and grain, but with those small wooden boxes and the wooden boxes. According to the soldier's self-report by Tantai Mingyue Write down the address of your home.

Until, he helped them all find homes

“There is someone alive, this brother is still alive.” A soldier was surprised in a ditch covered by grass more than 20 meters away from the roadbed.

Following the shouts, at least twenty soldiers rushed over. "Platoon commander, Big Head is still alive, Big Head is still alive!" A soldier who ran over recognized the appearance of the soldier who was carried out of the ditch. The sound of surprise even suppressed the roar of the engines of the Chinese and Japanese fighter planes overhead.

“Hurry, hurry, medical soldiers, my soldiers are still alive, come quickly.” Qian Dazhu, who has been promoted to the infantry platoon leader, shouted wildly as he ran this way. "You all, please be gentle on me and use a first aid kit for me!"

In the entire infantry platoon, there were only three first-aid kits seized from the Japanese army. They could not be used for non-fatal injuries, but Qian Dazhu did not hesitate.

The pale soldier was gently lifted out of the trench and carried carefully by the soldiers, as if caring for the most important treasure. He trotted towards the medical soldier who was running over with a medicine box 50 meters away. This was the only one alive after searching for a long time. One that cannot be missed.

“Datou, can you hear me?” Qian Dazhu looked worriedly at the soldier's sallow face and asked softly.

The young soldier's eyes were half-opened, his eyes moved slightly, his lips moved, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Okay, okay, don't talk to me, just stay alive, just stay alive, the medical team will be here soon." Qian Dazhu's heart suddenly tightened.

"Platoon leader." The soldier's voice was as light as a mosquito.

　　Then, his mouth opened suddenly, and a mouthful of purple-black blood spurted out, and Qian Dazhu's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

　　The soldier who finished spitting out blood only shouted these two words, and the luster in his half-open eyes dimmed.

"Datou, Datou, don't sleep, don't sleep! Don't scare me." The soldier who was the first to find his comrades in the platoon shouted wildly.

Although Qian Dazhu's infantry platoon was temporarily formed for only a few days, and the soldiers came from the Security Regiment, the Sichuan Army, and the 67th Army, after a few days of hard fighting, the soldiers who lived and died together have long been integrated into one, and their emotions are no less than those of the original veterans. force.

Originally belonging to the security group because all the steel helmets were wearing him on his head, he was nicknamed the big head of the big head. He became more and more brave in the battle in a few days. He also took the initiative to stand out because he drove the car and was willing to be a dead team driver.

He is not an elite, but he has the courage to be as brave as any elite.

Because bravery is contagious.

"Datou, please be strong, the medical team will be here soon." Qian Dazhu didn't bother to wipe the blood from his face, his eyes were burning and he turned his head and shouted wildly. "Medic, hurry!"

The medical soldier who arrived frantically used his trembling hands to test the pulse of the soldier's carotid artery, and then began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation. He exerted all his strength and pressed as hard as he could. Black blood spurted out from the soldier's mouth in mouthfuls, but only... I can't find the breath I want.

"I can't save him. I can't save him." After trying for several minutes, the medical soldier knelt down and cried, his hands and face covered with blood.

Of course, the medical soldier wants to save his comrades, even if he does not have a cardiac needle or life-sustaining medicine in his hand. The only thing he has is the manual compression trained before the war.

But he knew better that this was the only soldier who could give him first aid on this deadly battlefield. If he couldn't save him, then he would be gone.

However, no matter how hard he tried, it was still gone.

The cruel battlefield never depends on anyone's personal will.

"Impossible, impossible. Datou was fine just now. He could still call the platoon leader. Please save him again! He can't die. His guest and his baby are still waiting for him at home." A tight voice The eyes of the soldier who was holding his comrade with warm hands turned red, and he almost grabbed the medical soldier by the collar and screamed.

"He can't be saved. If I press down any more, his heart will be pushed out by me. The enemy's aerial bomb is too powerful. It will break. It will break." The medical soldier who was kneeling on the ground cried and murmured. .

Yes, the powerful aerial bomb not only used air waves to lift the soldier more than 20 meters out of the cab, but the violent energy also destroyed all his vitality at that moment.

The reason why he could hold on until now and die was because his will to survive was strong enough. His guest and his baby were in the countryside only thirty kilometers away from here.

Home is so close, but I can never go home again.

Despair.

Everyone looked at the extremely sad military doctor with only despair.

Finally, there is still no one alive?

From having hope to utter despair, is there anything sadder than this?

In an instant, all the soldiers present were in tears.

“Whatever you cry, swallow your tears for me.” The young platoon leader, whose muscles twitched violently on his face, yelled suddenly, then bent down and silently held one end of the stretcher, “Let's go, Big Head, we're back.”

Learning to accept sacrifice, Qian Dazhu finally grew up as his old squad leader hoped.

In the wilderness 2,000 meters away from the increasingly strong second lieutenant platoon leader, an equally young cavalry squad leader stood in front of the fallen man and horse, his figure as solid as a sculpture.

The black horse under him was desperately trying to push its head against its companion on the ground, hoping that the extremely powerful companion who had bitten it could stand up.

But obviously, the horse was disappointed.

(End of this chapter)

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