The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 581 Arrival
Gathering his mind, Xia Yuan got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the surrounding scenery, turned his back to the slope, blocked the sun, but still couldn't block the scorching heat.

The old man in front of him had sweat stains on his face. He wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his hand, and shook his hand in front of Xia Yuan's eyes.

"You idiot, don't look at it, everyone is gone."

Xia Yuan focused his eyes and frowned. Just when he was browsing the surrounding environment, the system task panel appeared.

The mission world is the Battle of Songhu. According to the nature of the system, there is a high probability that it will last until the end of the Battle of Songhu.

And the identity arranged by the system is actually a frail young man.

The group of skinny, ragged, and dark-skinned people in front of them were strong men captured by the Chief Jia in several villages. They squatted on the ground, some with dull eyes, not concerned about what happened just now, and some turned their heads to stare at themselves Look, the dark skin has only one pair of white eyes.

The old man in front of him was from the next door village, and they were fairly acquainted during the week they had been away. The little man next to him, aged fourteen or fifteen, was named Monkey, and his short stature was indeed worthy of this title.

Squatting behind the monkey was a well-dressed man with a pair of glasses, one of the lenses was broken, and the frame of the glasses was a bit bent. According to old man Wang, this guy was a scholar, but he was a poor student. The chief armor in the village grabbed it.

In the bald-headed military service exemption policy, some students can be exempted from military service, but in the village, the landlords and bullies don’t care about this. After receiving the money from above, they have to do things for the above people. They don’t care whether you can serve in the military. Besides, when the people from the receiving unit pick up the person, it has nothing to do with them. It is something that people in the national army should think about.

Xia Yuan sat down on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes gleamed frighteningly: "When we get to the place, I will tender them to death."

Old man Wang was surprised: "Your head is alright?"

Xia Yuan turned his head, sneered, and rubbed his head: "Slap me and wake me up, do I have to thank them?"

"Yes, yes." Old man Wang felt a little unbelievable, and after talking about it for a long time, he said, "This shows that you don't deserve to die, you idiot."

"Then it's time for their lives to die." Xia Yuan didn't intend to let these people go. These recruiters don't know how many lives they have in their hands. If he didn't cross over, the big one would probably be thrown away by them at this time. The corpse is wild.

"You don't have to do anything, they have guns in their hands." Old man Wang was worried, he suppressed his voice, and looked nervously into the distance.

"I'm not afraid of anything with a gun." Xia Yuan didn't care, "Don't you want to live?"

"I think so, but we've all come here." Old man Wang said, "When we persist in the barracks, our situation will be fine."

"Are you really planning to sacrifice your life for them?" Xia Yuan's heart moved. He didn't want to sacrifice his life for the national army. Except for a few officers in the national army, most of them are people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. They are really not afraid of death. What matters is those soldiers, those ordinary soldiers who created the glory of the White Army. They used their lives to make those officials and class people, and it is not worth it to work for them.

However, the task of the system is to participate in the Battle of Songhu, which does not seem to have the shadow of the Eighth Route Army.

"We can't go back now." Old man Wang sat on the ground, a little slumped, and his already old face looked even older. A gust of wind blew over the dust and dazzled his eyes. Old man Wang rubbed and continued: "You still want to go back. When we came out, we walked for a week. How to go back and walk for another week. When we came, there were more than 100 people, and there are still a few."

Old man Wang sighed: "You idiot, don't think about these problems when your head is healed. I heard from the chief of the district that it's better to go back to the barracks and take care of our food than to go back and be arrested again. At that time, it’s not certain whether we can get here.”

The monkey looked a little naive, squatting there and not talking.The scholar lowered his head and was even more silent.The expressions of the others were a little numb. One of them was coughing constantly, exuding a dead air all over his body. He probably didn't live long.

Xia Yuan didn't say anything else. Most of those who can get here have reached their limits. If they persist until the barracks, they may still have a way out, but if they really want to run, where can they run? The road back is tens of kilometers, can they run back? Not to mention, after running back, Chief Jia, Bao Bao, and the landlord and bully will definitely not let them go.

The peasants living in this era are the worst.

Hing, the people suffer.People will suffer even more if they die.

"Get up, get up, go away."

After resting for more than ten minutes, those officers and soldiers had almost rested, and kicked them with their feet next to each other while holding their guns.

The chief officer stared at Xia Yuan, spit, and looked at Old Man Wang cursingly: "Isn't this alive and kicking? Give me peace, or I will throw you in this wilderness to feed wolf dogs."

Although these people have no conscience, they still have some professional ethics. Some people in the receiving unit directly killed the strong men in order to greed for the few dollars. in their pockets.

Although these people are vicious, at least they were not killed for those few oceans.

However, in the first team of more than 100 people, dozens of dollars went into the pockets of these people. Their waists were bulging, and they didn't think so much about the rest of them.

When counting the number of people, one person did not stand up. The officers and soldiers with guns walked over and kicked him: "Hey, get up."

The person beside him carefully stretched out his hand to touch his nose, then withdrew his palm: "Sir, he's dead."

"Dead?" The officer was stunned for a moment, squatted on the ground to sniff, and muttered: "It's really dead, old six, come here and untie it for him, lost it."

The death of someone did not cause much disturbance. There were too many people who died along the way, and these people were all peasants. They all seemed very numb. Even when they untied the rope, they did not move, waiting quietly for these people. People took the dead.

For them, as long as they are not dead, it is fine.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xia Yuan couldn't help but think of my regiment leader and my regiment. Like them, these people in front of me are also people who have lost their souls, and the souls lost by these people are not the same as the souls they lost. Same.

The strong man continued on the road.

The sun was too hot, the strong man had his hands tied, and kept wiping the sweat from his face. The undulating hillsides in the distance turned into giant dragons entrenched in the plain. Xia Yuan knew that this was the boundary of Zhumadian.

They are about to rush to the station of the 40th Division of the Henan Army.

After the Battle of Songhu started, all provinces across the country responded positively, and more than 70 people went to the front to fight. When the battle was at its most intense, a division had just passed by, and it disappeared in less than 10 minutes. They were broken up, scattered, dead, and running everywhere.

There are only two divisions from the Henan Department, one is the 45th Division and the other is the [-]th Division.

He really became a strong man once, and he walked for four full days. He did not go through the Long March, but he experienced the [-]th Division and Changjin Lake. The road the strong man walked was comparable to the first two.Their hands were tied, and the people from these receiving units didn't give them a bite to eat or drink. They walked for two days, and they were on the road during the day, with dry mouth and chapped lips. They were not treated as human beings, and they were not even given a sip of water.

People can go without food for seven days, but they cannot go without water for seven days.

Fortunately, there was a light rain that night, which dispelled the hot air and caused some water on the road. They lay on the ground and drank some of the water on the road to persevere.

The team of more than a dozen people died again, and there were only nine people left. Xia Yuan, old man Wang, monkey, and scholar were all among them. The garrison boundary of the Forty Division was broken.

Seeing the military camp stationed in the distance, the running figures of the soldiers kept shaking, so that the living but almost exhausted people saw hope.

They were met by a platoon leader with a whip in his hand, just like an ancient overseer.

"Sir, a lot of people died along the way, that's all." The officer of the responding unit took out a handful of silver dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the platoon leader.

The platoon leader understood and waved his hand to indicate that their work was completed. Everyone looked at each other tacitly, and those who left left would join the [-]th Division to deal with the next all-out war of resistance.

It is estimated that none of these people could have imagined that the next battle would be very tragic.

"When you come to the barracks, obeying orders is your first lesson! Training is your second lesson! The Japanese will not give you time, you must master the skills to survive on the battlefield in the shortest possible time!"

The platoon leader of the receiving unit asked Xia Yuan and his party to stand in a row and began his performance.

The content of the long speech is nothing more than "the rise and fall of the country, everyone is responsible." '

It's a pity that the row leader didn't have any ink in their stomachs, and the words they spoke were dry and did not resonate with them, but the last sentence made a group of strong men cheer for a while.

"Take them down to take a bath, have another meal, and start training tomorrow!"

The strong men haven't eaten for a long time, and this sentence is like a sound of nature to them.

Old man Wang said to Xia Yuan: "Big man, look, I'm right. If we really go back, we may not be able to walk back, but in the barracks, at least we won't starve to death."

Old man Wang's address to Xia Yuan has also changed. When he was a fool before, he was called a big fool, or a big fool, and now he is called a big fool.

Xia Yuan's height is not low, it must be 1.8 meters, in the current society, he is quite tall.

Tall is not necessarily a good thing. Sunsets during World War II generally had a height of 1.5 meters or 1.6 meters. Lieutenant General Yanagawa Hirasuke, commander of the Tenth Army of Central China, was only 1.3 meters tall.

He is tall, and it is too eye-catching to sneak attack on the Japanese devil's garrison.

Xia Yuan stared around, but did not find the figures of the national soldiers escorting them. He was a little disappointed: "Don't you want to take revenge? I still want to seek revenge from him later."

The previous idea has to be abandoned, and the Henan army will also go to the Songhu battlefield. In the 40th Division, completing the system tasks has become the only choice at the moment.

"Revenge, save yourself, I didn't see that he knew our chief, how many people died along the way, it's not easy for him to kill you."

Old man Wang stared at him, afraid that Xia Yuan would have such thoughts.

"It's not easy for us to come this way, don't worry about it."

Monkey also looked at Xia Yuan worriedly: "Brother Xia..."

The scholar also looked at him, and everyone else looked the same way.

Xia Yuan rubbed the monkey's head, and said to the others: "Okay, okay, I'm just kidding with you, let's live our military camp life well."

"Sir, where are we going?" Old man Wang looked at the officer in front of him leading them out of the camp, surrounded by dense bushes, he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Why, I'm afraid I'll kill you." The officer was not bad, but he was not as defiant as the platoon leader, and laughed loudly: "There is a river in front, I'm going to take a bath there, our company doesn't have that much water Let you take a bath, the newcomers all go to take a bath in that river, and you are the same, we don’t do anything special.”

Seeing that this man is very nice, the monkey's small mind became active, and he asked, "Brother, when will we be able to touch the gun?"

The officer said with a smile: "Boy, how old are you, and you still touch the gun, is there a gun high? It's early, when you are almost done training, I will let you touch the gun."

While they were chatting, the scholar, who had been silent for a long time, walked up to Xia Yuan, his eyes under the broken lenses shone brightly: "Boss, are you literate? Have you ever been to school?"

Xia Yuan glanced at the scholar.

The scholar is very young, in his early 20s, his skin is a little fair, which is considered white among them, he is very silent on weekdays, he doesn't like to talk, he knows old man Wang, monkeys and the others are from the same village, and most people who come out of Xiajia Village are dead The Xiajia Village is very poor, with little land, and the landlords exploit it so badly that many newborn children can't support them, and there are few young people.

For the sake of money, the landlords originally recruited people between the ages of 20 and 30, but they abruptly set the age at 15 to 40, or 50 years old. Well, the people in these receiving units don’t give them food or drink. They are like led animals every day, walking in the 50-[-] degree sun, how many of them can get here.

They all died on the way.

Old man Wang was lucky. When he came out, he hid half a pancake in his belt. He walked and ate sneakily along the way. At night, he dug tree roots, chewed tree roots, sucked the juice from the tree roots, and lived all the way. Come here, this guy doesn't look kind on the surface, but he has a dark heart behind his back.

Xia Yuan nodded.

He has a good sense of scholars, monkeys are a little out of touch, old man Wang likes to get close to people, but he is very refined, and when he comes to the battlefield, he is probably the kind of soldier.

Scholar doesn't talk much, but this kind of people are easily infected. Once the country is in danger, he will be the first group of people to respond.

Simple-minded and full of passion, although he is not good at words, there is a fire in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)