Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 87: Luodian fell (Part 2)!
The nurse who treated Feng E's wound was very experienced. Now Feng E's whole leg was in pain. The rotten flesh around the whitened wound had been roughly cleaned by the nurse. Feng E felt that if he continued like this, he would probably end up in bed soon!
"Okay, okay, take a piece of paper..."
Feng E limped into the tent and found several people inside, naked, gathered around an oil lamp. He had no idea what they were doing, and the smoke rising around them smelled like cheap cigarettes.
" Why aren't you getting dressed yet? What are you doing?" Feng E asked.
"Feng E, would you like a puff?" Chen Hua asked, holding up the cigarette in his hand.
The crowd dispersed, and Feng E looked over with a frown, and discovered that the group had found a piece of tin foil somewhere and was drying the tobacco soaked by the rain. Several people took turns wrapping the dried tobacco with dry newspapers.
"Pack up, go get the ammunition, and get ready to go!" Feng E took a look, then sat on the wooden board and took out the oil-paper bag in his arms, which contained the list full of red crosses.
"Bring me the oil lamp!"
Feng E shouted,
"Oh!" Chen Hua held the oil lamp and moved over reluctantly...
"When we came back, we killed four Japanese soldiers. With the remaining heads in front, who among you wants to get away with it first? When you go to the 62nd Regiment, stop by the division headquarters and hand in the list!"
Feng E looked at the numbers on the roster and spoke casually.
"How much do we still need in total?" Big Min perked up and looked over and asked.
"Minus my eighty-six, there are still fifty-four missing from the eight of you," Feng E replied.
"Ah! We killed quite a few! Why are there still so many?" Chen Hua asked in confusion.
"Have you figured it out? Who will escape punishment first?" Feng E asked.
"Forget it, just keep it! Now that you've escaped the crime, you can't go back. Aren't you going to continue wrestling in the blood? Whoever leaves first gets it!"
Big Min pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.
"Let's go! Get the ammunition!" Chen Hua stood up, not caring where the dried tobacco went, and quickly put on his military uniform...
It was almost dawn. Zhao Liang, the company commander of the 1st Company, 1st Battalion, 62nd Regiment, sat up with a start. His small eyes were red . The continuous exhausting march and fighting had made his eyes bloodshot.
"Zz!"
Zhao Liang struck a match, lit a cigarette, stretched himself, looked at his brothers who were sleeping like dead pigs around him, and walked outside the convertible. The cold drizzle kept washing his face. He held the helmet in his hand and just used the rain to wash his face. As a soldier, he didn't need to be so particular.
"Platoon leader, did you really give those Guangyang to the regiment commander?"
A corporal followed out and asked the former platoon leader who had just been promoted to acting company commander with words of distrust.
"Well, they were all stolen from the devils anyway, so it's bad luck." Zhao Liang lied to himself, even though he didn't believe it.
"Platoon leader, I just don't understand. Aren't they just a few remnants of the Death Battalion? Are they worth exchanging dozens of silver coins for? The dozens of brothers we have left, who are not veterans? I heard that the people in the Death Battalion are all guilty. They are afraid of death when they go to the battlefield. If a real fight breaks out, apart from finding a place to hide, I guess they will have to rely on their brothers to support them. You have wasted these dozens of silver coins and you are asking for trouble. If these people run away, you are still responsible!"
The corporal looked at Zhao Liang with a nonchalant look, smacked his lips, thought for a moment and then spoke.
Zhao Liang ignored the only brother left in his platoon and stared blankly at the sky. The sky was gradually turning pale, the rain was gradually stopping, and there was no fog. It seemed that this morning would be very difficult!
Did Zhao Liang care about those veterans? The answer was no. He was willing to give away all his money because he and Lin Yuan were from the same hometown. Zhao Liang knew exactly who Lin Yuan from the guard battalion was. Anyone who could be favored by Lin Yuan had to be quite capable. Moreover, many of the remaining members of the Death Squadron had served as officers. He had asked the regiment commander about the guy who could be appointed by Lin Yuan as the temporary commander.
Feng E: A student of the 11th class of the Central Army Officers School. He deserted the army before graduation and was sent to the Death Squad. He was an accurate shooter and was said to be the best in boxing and kicking among all the students of the 11th class.
What Zhao Liang cared more about was that this person knew how to survive on the battlefield. There were more than 600 people in the Death Squad, but only a few were left now. This person must have been lucky to be able to survive until now. Perhaps more importantly, this person was born with the ability to avoid danger.
The company that Zhao Liang was in had more than 160 brothers when it entered Songhu, but now there are less than 80 left. His company commander, deputy company commander, and two platoon leaders have all died, and there are only two people left in his third platoon. Finally, it was his turn to become the company commander.
Zhao Liang did not think that he was lucky. On the contrary, the 11th Division was such a unit. The company and platoon leaders always charged in the front and retreated in the back. He pulled Feng E into his company because he knew that those who graduated from the military academy, no matter how poor they were, were much better off than these illiterate old soldiers. If it were not for the death of so many officers, he might not have been the temporary company commander.
"I hope your insight and vision are worth the money I spend on you." Zhao Liang silently prayed to the sky.
In Zhao Liang's mind, at the critical moment on the battlefield, this top student from the military academy can save his life and allow more brothers in the company to survive. This is the real use of Zhao Liang's dozens of dollars.
"Report! Soldier Feng E leads the suicide squad to report in."
His voice was deep and powerful, neither humble nor arrogant, and Feng E's military salute interrupted Zhao Liang's prayer.
The dim oil lamp inside the tent was emitting light. In the dim light, a thin man in his twenties stood in front of Zhao Liang, with a straight body and a standard military salute. The several people behind him were equally straight.
"At ease!" Zhao Liang returned the greeting unconsciously.
For some reason, when Zhao Liang saw the people in front of him, he felt that the dozens of dollars he spent were worth it, totally worth it.
"Let's go in first! There aren't many people left in the company. Once you get here, you're home. Well, from now on..."
Zhao Liang was about to say, "Work hard and you will be the company commander sooner or later." But then he thought, these people are still criminals.
"Boom, boom..."
The Japanese heavy artillery began to show its power. The location of the shelling seemed to be not far from here. The rumbling sound of the explosion was like knocking on Feng E's heart.
"Where did the Japanese ship's guns get hit?" Feng E's face turned pale. In this kind of bombardment by ship's guns, only a few lucky people could survive on the bombarded positions...
"It's dawn!" Zhao Liang pointed to the sky and said,
"It should be the direction of the small hall. The 67th Division attacked again last night..." Zhao Liang said what he knew.
Indeed, it was the position of the 67th Division that was now being targeted by the Japanese naval artillery. In the deafening explosion, the 398th and 401st Regiments suffered heavy casualties, and the division commander Li Shusen was injured. Less than twenty minutes after the shelling stopped, the Japanese infantry rushed into the small hall, and the surviving soldiers uttered their last roar. The 67th Division headquarters could not dispatch new troops to reinforce and had to retreat to Jiading. Luodian was completely lost.
