The bodies of the soldiers who died in the battle were covered in blood and looked very visceral.

However, these women who had fallen into prostitution did not dislike it, did not complain, and were not afraid. They filled the basins used to wash themselves with water, and dipped clean towels in the water to clean the blood on the bodies of these soldiers.

Time passed very slowly, and the women kept pouring basins of blood to clean the soldiers.

The soldiers on the Second Company side did not receive this treatment. Most of the dozens of corpses pulled out from the trenches were turned into coke, and they could not be distinguished from each other...

"Alas... What a pity! Such a young baby! I guess I have never seen a woman in my life!" The old madam finished wiping the body of a young soldier, arranged his military uniform, and lamented.

Many of the soldiers of the Eighth Battalion were veterans who had experienced battles, and there were also many new recruits. Seeing these soldiers who had greeted them shyly a few days ago lying there motionless, the women couldn't help but shed tears.

Even if they are not related to these soldiers, they still know why these soldiers died here!

On a larger scale, it is for the country and the nation, but on a smaller scale, isn't it just to protect weak people like them? Although the little devils have not captured Nanjing and have not yet exposed their beastly behavior to the world without reservation, but

Haven’t you heard too much from various channels?

From the mouths of people who had escaped from Northeast China and Peiping, they had heard more than once about the brutal behavior of the Japs, and they also knew what would happen to weak women like them if they fell into the hands of the Japs.

"Alas..." The women who thought of this could only sigh...

The eighth battalion commander still has things to deal with, but at this moment he just wants to stay with these brothers who died in the battle for another quarter of an hour. He knows very well that from now on, these people will only appear in his memory and notebooks.

Or it may appear in newspapers and become cold numbers.

As for their names, I guess no one will know them! Maybe after many years, I will forget their names and will only remember that there was a group of passionate young people who were buried here forever in order to defend Baoshan City!

"Battal Commander, the fellow asked if he wanted to erect a monument for the brothers?" Liu Peng, the orderly, ran to the Eighth Battalion Commander and asked.

"Erect a monument..." The Eighth Battalion Commander was silent. Is it necessary to erect a monument? Yes! Because these soldiers are worthy of erecting a monument! Even the inscription can be written about their bravery and achievements!

But...can this monument be erected? No! Not even a tombstone can be erected!

The Eighth Battalion Commander knows very well that Baoshan City will be lost sooner or later. This is due to irresistible force! With nearly 200 Japanese ships on the river, Baoshan City cannot be saved! The difference is that if it can be defended for a few days, it can be delayed.

How many Japanese soldiers live there will reduce the pressure on the rear front!

If a monument is erected, what will happen when the little devil receives the treasure mountain? Will the corpses of the brothers be destroyed by the devil? Therefore, it cannot be erected!

"Then... let's build a tombstone!" The Eighth Battalion Commander finally couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart. He didn't want future generations to forget these brothers.

"Just write that the soldiers who died in the battle of the Eighth Battalion are buried together in the tomb! Don't seal it up until the burial is finished, maybe we have to bury it in it too! Once the tombstone is made, place it next to the grave. Whoever fought to the end will have it erected.

!" said the Eighth Battalion Commander.

"It's...battalion commander!" Liu Peng ran to tell the stonemason.

"Sir...sir...the bosses are all clean! You can...you can be laid to rest!" The old bustard came forward tremblingly and whispered. At this moment, the aura of grief and anger bursting out from the Eighth Battalion Commander scared the old bustard.

My legs were so weak that I didn't even dare to speak loudly.

"Oh... brothers! Let's go!" the Eighth Battalion Commander shouted loudly, but tears flowed down his face, and his voice broke.

"Brothers! Walk slowly on the Huangquan Road, brothers will be there soon!" More than a dozen soldiers shouted loudly.

"Buried..." Someone shouted.

The soldiers wrapped the bodies of the brothers who died in the battle in straw mats found in the city, carried them into the grave pit one by one, and then began to shovel soil on top.

"Wait a minute...wait a minute..." The thin monkey panted and ran over from a long distance.

"Monkey! Your third brother is here! Come and take a look!" the cooking squad leader shouted to the monkey.

The monkey hesitated for a moment, then walked up to the eighth battalion commander: "Batalion commander, these are the sacrifices prepared by the masters for the brothers!" After the monkey finished speaking, he handed the cloth bag to the eighth battalion commander.

"Is this... from the devil's body? Okay! Okay! Brothers, enjoy the blood food!"

The eighth battalion commander opened the cloth bag, took out the ears one by one in front of the grave, and arranged them one by one. He also arranged some of the Japanese military rank badges that Fang Hao and the others had pulled off casually.

"Brother! Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you! If I can survive until the war, I will be a good filial piety to our parents... Wuwuwu..." Monkey followed the stretcher carrying Hou San, talking and crying.

"Okay! Let the brothers be buried quickly! We don't have much time! There are still more than two thousand little devils waiting for us to kill!" the Eighth Battalion Commander set out the sacrifices and urged loudly.

At this time, Hu Yizhou was also standing at the edge of the tomb, watching the soldiers being buried.

Strictly speaking, it was less than a day when he traveled to the present and was truly conscious. But in one day, so many fresh lives were lost for the sake of the country and the nation.

No matter what era, those who sacrifice for the sake of national security, the continuity of the nation, and the interests of the people are the most respectable people!

Therefore, Hu Yizhou silently saluted a military salute.

Solemn and solemn!

When the last soldier's body was covered with soil, Hu Yizhou put down his hand. When he turned around, he found that the eighth battalion commander and the other soldiers were also in the same situation.

The Eighth Battalion Commander finished the military salute without saying a word and turned to the headquarters. Hu Yizhou didn't say a word and followed silently.

Inside the headquarters, Hu Yizhou told the eighth battalion commander his idea of ​​seizing five rifles for new recruits in the artillery team.

The eighth battalion commander was silent for a moment and said: "What do you expect the new recruits to do? Even then, the new recruits are just food! Therefore, your artillery recruits should be made from Hanyang! Don't worry, all the military achievements and seizures will be yours.

!I decided to place these Japs’ weapons on the city gate tower! Use the Japs’ rifles and bullets to beat the Japs!”

"But as compensation, I will give you three more horses and four rings for Fang Hao and the others to use. Each of them has one hundred bullets! I will give you one hundred more bullets. I know your marksmanship is accurate. These hundred bullets can probably be exchanged for

The lives of dozens of Japanese! Also, from now on, these three veterans belong to you. Wherever you go, they will go! I will handle this matter for you!"
Chapter completed!