bookrandom Chapter 735 This psychological barrier is too deep
Chapter 735 This psychological barrier is too deep
"I know, Ziqing, I know!" Lu Guoquan squatted down suddenly, tightly grasped Yao Ziqing's only relatively intact left hand, and choked with sobs: "You are great! The whole division, the whole army knows that you are a famous hero!
We held on until the last moment and inflicted heavy casualties on the Japanese!
The military commander sent a telegram to commend your loyalty and bravery!
"It's good to be alive! It's good to be alive!" He squeezed Yao Ziqing's hand hard, as if he wanted to pass on his strength and comfort the soul torn apart by the huge trauma.
Yao Ziqing was gasping for breath, but the pain in his heart did not subside at all.
He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with not only sadness, but also anxiety, confusion, and even some indescribable fear.
"Commander... that was not an ordinary battle..." He struggled to sit up a little, but Lu Guoquan gently held his shoulders: "The Japs... were too fierce... there were too many of them... we ran out of bullets and our bayonets were bent..."
Finally... poison gas... even the air was bitter and yellow..." He coughed violently, as if the horrible poisonous fumes were still lingering in his lungs.
"I will lead the remaining brothers... to the front... and send a fatal telegram to the army headquarters..." When he mentioned the fatal telegram, his eyes were dim.
Lu Guoquan nodded solemnly: "Yes, the command center has received it... I would rather die in battle than become a slave of a conquered nation...
When everyone heard what the telegraph operator said, they all burst into tears!
Ziqing, you are a role model for soldiers!"
“I’m not dead!!!” Yao Ziqing’s eyes suddenly became sharp and confused, staring closely at Lu Guoquan’s eyes, with an urgency that was eager to talk but afraid of not being understood: “At the last...last moment...
Just as I was about to charge forward and die with the devils, from the sky... divine punishment fell from the sky!
More powerful than all heavy artillery!
A ray of light...
It was brighter than the sun... With a loud bang, the hundreds of Japanese soldiers in front of us were like pieces of paper...
It's broken! It's all broken! The ground is burning my feet! That place... is empty in an instant!"
He described the inhuman explosion scene, and every word was filled with incredible shock.
Even the medical soldier standing nearby couldn't help but hold his breath, looking bewildered.
"Then... they appeared!" Yao Ziqing's voice rose unconsciously, with the excitement of witnessing a miracle: "Six! Six in total! They were wearing flowery clothes of colors I had never seen before, and they were wearing helmets I had never seen before.
It's a small gun that makes a "puff puff" sound, but it can kill one Japanese soldier with one shot!
As fast as a ghost!
They rushed into the position... lifted me up... and before the Japanese could react, they pulled me out...
Their movements were as fast as lightning, and their coordination was so perfect... a hundred times stronger than the most elite scouts!
Running on the ruins, the Japs can't catch up at all!"
Yao Ziqing spoke faster and faster, and his breathing became rapid, as if he had returned to that smoky and futuristic escape process.
"I... I saw them, those foreigners' eyes, beneath their helmets... they were as cold as ice, but... they didn't seem human?
No...it must be a person!
They carried me into a pit, set off a signal flare, and released a thick, bright yellow smoke… Then… Then the brigade commander…” Yao Ziqing’s voice suddenly changed, filled with confusion and deep-seated bewilderment, even a hint of fear.
“Then... right before my eyes... in that yellow smoke!!
They... their bodies... were like piles of sand... When the wind blew... they scattered! Scattered!
Little by little, first the feet, then the body, and finally the face was gone!
Just like that... Gone! Like it had never appeared before!" Yao Ziqing murmured in a daze.
Suddenly thinking of something, he grabbed Lu Guoquan's wrist fiercely, his nails almost digging into the flesh: "Captain! Tell me! What is that? Is it a god? Or a ghost? I... I really saw it!
It's not a dream! I can feel the iron things on their bodies, they are cold!
I could smell the gunpowder and the motor oil! The explosion was real! The whole position heard it!
Such a huge pit! The Japs must still be counting their losses!
You must have found it too! Right? "
Yao Ziqing looked at Lu Guoquan eagerly, almost pleadingly, longing for an affirmative answer to prove that he was not mentally disordered and that the scene that transcended time really existed.
However, the expression on Lu Guoquan's face changed from the initial heartache, guilt, and comfort to astonishment, doubt, and then deep confusion and worry.
He looked at Yao Ziqing's face, which turned red with anxiety, and frowned as he listened to this incredible description.
"Ziqing..." Lu Guoquan's voice became unusually serious, soothing yet revealing distrust: "You...what you said..."
Divine punishment?
It should be the main gun of the Japanese navy's naval warships.
You said the explosion was massive, the entire Baoshan Mountain was reduced to rubble, all the guns were firing, and the Japanese large-caliber naval guns were also firing... As for the people you mentioned...
He did not deny Yao Ziqing immediately, but the doubt in his eyes said it all.
He stood up and shouted to the door: "Captain Zhao! Captain Zhao! Come in!"
An officer with a bandaged arm and wearing the same uniform as Yao Ziqing walked in quickly. He had a dusty and resolute look on his face and saluted Lu Guoquan: "Brigade Commander! Battalion Commander Yao!"
Lu Guoquan turned to Captain Zhao and asked, "Captain Zhao, you were the leader of the search team sent by the first battalion. Were you the first to discover Captain Yao?"
"Yes! Brigade Commander!" Captain Zhao answered immediately in a loud voice.
"Where was it found? What was the situation at the time? Tell me in detail!"
Captain Zhao glanced at the agitated Yao Ziqing lying on the hospital bed, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke clearly, "In a depression southeast of the position, near the river.
We saw the rising flares and a puff of yellow smoke and rushed over immediately.
When we found Captain Yao, he was leaning against a broken wall, covered in wounds, but still alive!
"Is he alone?" Lu Guoquan asked.
“No!” Captain Zhao shook his head: “There are about five or six people lying nearby wearing our military uniforms. They are brothers from the Third Battalion. They are all...dead!
Judging from the injuries, they were all gunshot wounds and close-range knife wounds. One brother was holding an exploded cluster grenade in his arms...
The scene was tragic, as if a fierce rearguard battle had just taken place.
When we arrived, Captain Yao seemed to want to say something, but he was too weak and quickly passed out."
Lu Guoquan's gaze suddenly turned to Yao Ziqing, and his tone became low and complicated: "Ziqing, did you hear that?
Captain Zhao and the others saw several heroic brothers in your battalion!
They must have risked their lives to carry you out of the core position of Baoshan!
Unfortunately, at the last moment, in order to protect you, they died together with the devils who were chasing them! They sacrificed their lives beside you!" Lu Guoquan's voice was filled with sorrow: "As for the six people in flowery clothes you mentioned.
And that massive explosion that felt like divine punishment... Perhaps it was the extreme stress, pain, and exhaustion you felt during the time you saw your last few brothers sacrificed to protect you, that gave you a... a symptom similar to shell shock.
Or is it a hallucination spawned by a strong desire to survive?
So that you can accept the fact that you were rescued?
After all, the entire battalion died for their country, but the battalion commander was the only one saved... The psychological barrier is too deep...