Chapter 16 The Last Soldier Lost

When Wang Qinggui returned to the battlefield again, he was petrified by the sight in front of him. The battlefield was in a mess and devastated.The green grass that had just sprouted was already scorched, and the branches of those trees were also scorched. Some were blown away by shells, and some were blown up and down.Under a tree, he saw the veteran Miao Deshui. When he joined the army, Miao Deshui was a veteran.Veteran Miao seldom speaks, and is always used to squinting his eyes to look at people. When he is free, he squats in a corner and smokes. No one can tell the age of Veteran Miao. Some say he is in his twenties, while others say he is in his thirties. , when people asked Miao Laobing's age, Miao Laobing smiled indifferently and said: "There is no age for soldiers. If someone can remember my memorial day, this life will be enough."

At this time, veteran Miao was half lying down, holding a grenade that hadn't been drawn in his right hand, and he was holding it like that. At the last moment of his life, he wanted to throw the grenade in his hand, but he was shot up.The bullet flew in from the right temple, and then deflected out from the right back of the head. This was a very critical bullet. The veteran Miao hadn't tasted the pain before he died. His eyes were still squinted, looking ahead indifferently. . Xiao Liuzi was not far from Old Bing Miao. He was leaning against a tree with his head down, as if he was sleepy and about to fall asleep, but his gun was still held up.Wang Qinggui ran over and yelled: Liuzi—he pushed him, but he fell down on his back. At this moment, Wang Qinggui saw clearly that Xiao Liuzi had been shot in the chest by a row of bullets. The blood seemed to have not completely solidified. As he fell on his back, blood gushed out from Xiaoliuzi's chest again and again.Xiao Liuzi is the youngest soldier in the platoon. He just turned seventeen this year. He joined the army a year and three months ago. He has fought six times and was injured once. That time his calf was pierced by a bullet. After resting in the hospital for more than 20 days, I just returned to the platoon.

The goosebumps on Wang Qinggui's body started to rise. Last night, the group of soldiers who were still so lively on the battlefield left him in a blink of an eye.The position was surprisingly quiet, with only the slight crackling sound of the branches scorched by the shells.He looked around in a daze, feeling that all this was unreal, like a dream.He whispered the names of the soldiers: Liu Wendong, Xiao Pan, Jiang Mazi... He saw Jiang Mazi, who was lying on a rock, as if he was tired, sleeping there, but the stone was soaked in blood.The gun was still pressed under him, and he had just fired a bullet, and the bullet casing hadn't exited the chamber, and he was hit by an enemy bullet the moment he was about to load the bullet.Fourteen of the entire platoon plus his fifteen people had already died. They either lay down or squatted. They fought to the last moment of their lives. Before they died, they all looked fearless.The fourteen soldiers just rested in peace, and they seemed to be waiting for the platoon leader's call as before.At this moment, he has no fear, and there is no time to fear. At that moment, his thoughts froze.He looked down the mountain blankly, the enemy's position was empty, they had cleaned the battlefield and left.At dawn, there were still thick bloodstains there, and the enemy had already taken away the corpses.The sky and the earth were extremely quiet, three or two sparrows flew over in fright, and then flew away in a panic.

Wang Qinggui thought of the company commander, Zhao Dafa, who was on the hill on the left. When he thought of the company commander, he ran towards the hill on the left like crazy.It was exactly the same on the battlefield, he saw the piece of red silk that was so familiar to him, the red silk tied to Xiao Dezi's bugle.At this time, half of the red silk cloth had been burnt, and the other half was hanging on a branch. On the ground not far away, the bugle was blown into several pieces and lay horizontally on the ground. Soaked in soil.Suddenly, Wang Qinggui understood that the bugle he had been waiting for would never sound, and the company commander's team withdrew, along with the wounded and those sacrificed soldiers.where are theyHe came to the right-wing position, and the right-wing position was the same, except for the piles of shell casings, the scorched land, and the bloodstains, there was no one here.They all evacuated, and under what circumstances they evacuated, he didn't know, it would always be a mystery.The bugle that was not sounded brought all this to an end.Wang Qinggui stood there, a little sad and sad, like an abandoned child, standing there alone.He shouted, suddenly: Captain, where are you—

His screams echoed in the empty valley, but no one responded, only his own voice echoed wave after wave. The sun has passed the middle of the sky, shining brightly on the silent valley and him.He came back to his senses and staggered towards the main position. That was his battlefield, and there were still comrades in arms there, and he couldn't leave them behind.This is the responsibility of the living. He wants to bury them. This is the obligation of a soldier to sacrifice his comrades.At first he used his hands, and later he used blown butts and bayonets. He dug fourteen holes on the hillside in one go, put the last comrade-in-arms, Xiao Pan, and buried them in sand. has come out.

Sitting in front of fourteen graves, he panted heavily. He hadn't taken a drop of water all day, and his heart beat loudly against his eardrums from his throat.At first he was panting, but when the blood returned to his brain, his consciousness recovered. Looking at the fourteen new graves under the shadow of the moon, he suddenly felt lonely like never before.From joining the army to the present, he has long been used to being with his comrades. Whether it is marching or fighting, he is also used to smelling the smell of everyone's sweat even when he is sleeping.Now all of this is gone, and there is only him alone.The sky covered him like the bottom of a pot, and he was a little scared. At this time yesterday, he was still fighting fiercely with his comrades on the ground.Shooting and shouting, that proves the existence of a alive and kicking life, now everything is over, and he is left alone, on this silent mountain.He stood up, and then he understood that he was going to find his comrades, and he was a fighter only when he was with his comrades.For the first time, he was so eager for comrades-in-arms and organization, he raised his head and glanced at the Big Dipper, and walked in the direction of the retreat of the large army.