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Night, southwest corner of Luodian Town.
The war had been going on for an unknown duration; the artillery in Luodian had not ceased since the beginning of the conflict. The sounds of cannon fire, gunshots, and screams filled the air. The once clear sky over Luodian, which should have been illuminated by a bright moon, was now obscured by smoke rising from the remnants of battle.
After a day of shelling, the unburned ruins and various black smoke that seemed to emerge from nowhere blocked the moonlight. Occasionally, a head would peek out from the smoke before quickly retreating.
The 66th Regiment suffered heavy casualties. All those who could move gathered in the southwest corner. Those who were unable to move or were severely injured either hid in a corner of Luodian with a weapon, ready to strike at any Little Devils that approached, or lay concealed with a grenade beneath them, pretending to be dead, waiting for the enemy to pass by so they could pull the pin and take someone down with them.
The Second Battalion Commander recounted this story while crying. As he listened, Tie Zhu felt his eyes moisten; everything around him was hazy.
The surrounding soldiers wiped their eyes in unison; the wind was strong today, and sand had blown into their eyes.
In the 66th Regiment, which originally had around two thousand men, fewer than five hundred could still fight or move—perhaps even less than five hundred. The unit was incomplete; squad leaders, platoon leaders, and company commanders were all gone. There was no time to count heads anymore. The battalion commander of the first battalion was also lost; it was said he fought valiantly against three Japanese soldiers with a bayonet and died heroically.
It wasn't that the battalion commander was foolish and wanted to risk his life against the enemy; it was simply that they had run out of ammunition. After a day of fighting, there had been no supplies delivered. Everyone relied on the meager ammunition and rations they had brought in the morning. After such intense combat throughout the day, any remaining bullets were squeezed out from what little they had left.
Yu Ziwen left after rejoining his unit—not because he wanted to be a deserter. Tie Zhu understood that he needed to pilot a plane to duel with Japanese soldiers. It was said that one aircraft cost tens of thousands of dollars; shooting one down was worth far more than taking out hundreds of enemy soldiers. The lives of the Japanese soldiers and Tie Zhu's own life were both worthless.
A group of people huddled together like those about to freeze to death seeking warmth, leaning on each other as they awaited the final outcome. They felt exhausted; without ammunition, empty stomachs, and bearing wounds—how could they possibly fight against thousands of Japanese soldiers?
Everyone furrowed their brows. For those who still had some rations left, like Tie Zhu, he shared his limited food with several severely wounded soldiers. At least if they were full, they could continue on their way. In China, it was frowned upon to die from starvation; it would be as if they never existed.
The severely wounded soldier looked at Tie Zhu and pushed the food back towards him: "You eat it. I know I won't make it. Don't waste food; eat something so you can fight the Japanese later. You can take my share."
While speaking, the injured soldier laboriously pulled out a few blood-stained bullets from his waist and handed them to Tie Zhu. "Take these, and make sure to fight the devils well!"
Tie Zhu's eyes reddened once again, his hand hovering in the air, unsure of what to do. Trembling, he accepted the bullets; everything was unspoken.
"Reinforcements are here! Reinforcements are here!" Someone shouted, and footsteps could be heard approaching from a distance. The sound was light, unlike the heavy thud of enemy boots.
Everyone stood up. Some alert individuals held their weapons and stared towards the rear. The sound was coming from behind; it couldn't be the enemy, could it?
Soon, a group of people dressed in dark blue Military Uniforms appeared in their line of sight. Only the leader lit a torch, wary of exposing their position to the Little Devils at night.
"It's over. I thought we would get a main force, but instead, we got a bunch of rookies!"
The Second Battalion Commander sat on the ground, smoking and feeling helpless. He had been the most excited when he first heard about the reinforcements, jumping up from the ground. But upon seeing who had arrived, he sat back down with a look of disappointment.
I wonder how many people are reading this book. If anyone is reading it, please leave a comment. If no one is reading it, I won't continue writing; this book is too difficult to write.
You can also check out my other book "Rebirth: Stealing the World." Thank you.
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