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The troops next to them also had wild vegetables and bark to satisfy hunger. The troops followed up with wild vegetables and trees, even more bitter. If there was no edible wild vegetables, they took off their belts, leather shoes, and even fur vests, and cooked them. Some soldiers were so hungry that they didn’t eat that they didn’t eat, so they would come out with small pieces of biscuits or cowhide that were not digested in other people’s shit, or they would come out, wash them and cook them in a tea jar. This is the case with eating, and the same is true for drinking. Some soldiers had drunk human urine and horse urine.

This is rare in world military history. The military generals of European powers could not imagine what kind of will they support these ordinary Chinese soldiers. If it were any ace army in their country, they would not do the best in the harsh environment of the Eighth Army.

The day after the food was cut off, the Eighth Army had no food and had to slaughter the mount mule. Qin Baochuan's face was gloomy, just like the dark clouds in the sky. He called the keeper to ask: "How many animals are there?" The old keeper replied: "Even the white horse, there are 12. Baochuan ordered: "Kill them all." The keeper refused to kill the big white horse. Qin Baochuan said: "I can't bear to leave either. Now I don't even have to eat wild vegetables. Only by killing the animals can we get out of the grass. As long as people are there, the animals will be sent by the enemy."

The breeder stammered for a moment, and finally walked out with a staggering sound. A few gunshots soon meant that the final mobile power of the Eighth Army had disappeared. The Eighth Army had transformed from a powerful mechanized army into a pure infantry reorganization division. Qin Baochuan held his hands tightly, and his fingernails pierced his skin. He lowered his head for a while and turned his back to everyone.

"Captain. I have killed all the others. Can Dabai be left behind? It only eats grass and does not eat food. It can carry a few patients. Keep it." The breeder quietly walked to Qin Baochuan with tears in his eyes. These animals were raised by him. It is not an exaggeration to say that they were his own children. I killed so many of them today, so I was in a very bad mood. When I finally saw Dabai Horse, I could no longer do it and asked others to kill them. No one was willing to leave this problem to the commander.

"Bastard, how many Dabai can save? At most three. Kill it and eat meat. At least one hundred of them can be saved. Okay, don't kill me!" Qin Baochuan said, and walked to the temporary stable angrily. His big white horse was still hanging his head and eating grass. Seeing Qin Baochuan coming, he stretched out his tongue and began to lick his head. Qin Baochuan stroked the horse's neck with one hand. After passing through the snow-capped grass, the horse's neck was covered with scars. Only those big urethra was still energetic. Under Qin Baochuan's caress, the white horse sniffed comfortably and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Ping!" With a gunshot, the white horse trembled, his eyes suddenly opened, and he stayed on Qin Baochuan's face for a moment. The spirit in the horse's geese disappeared, and he fell to the ground stiffly. There was a bullet hole on his head, and blood flowed out. Qin Baochuan's face was ferocious, and he rushed to the horse's body to start drinking horse's blood. After a moment, he stood up, his face was covered in blood, becoming more ferocious.

"Catch the horse's blood right away, hurry up!" Qin Baochuan's voice suddenly became hoarse, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. He didn't know whether it was the horse's blood or his own blood, so his body slowly fell down. The people next to him immediately divided into two teams, one team supported Qin Baochuan and the other team went to collect the horse's blood. The horse's blood was quickly taken out, but Qin Baochuan didn't wake up until half a night.

In this way, the animals were killed, and only a little bit of crumbs were left to their corpses. It was this little bit of meat that saved many Eighth Army soldiers. Hunger and disease threatened everyone's life. Many soldiers did not fall down on the battlefield, but died silently in the grass. More and more deaths were coming, and the people behind could accurately find the marching route without a guide, following the endless corpses.

The weather in the grass changes three times a day, and the temperature difference is extremely large. In the morning, the sun is late and very cold; at noon, the sky is clear and the sun is scorching; in the afternoon, it is often dark clouds, lightning, heavy rain and hail are overwhelming, or fog and rain are hazy; at night, the temperature drops to around zero degrees Celsius, making people tremble. The leather clothes of the Eighth Army soldiers eat cleanly, and it is too late to regret it now!

In order to keep the cold, everyone wears a variety of clothes: some wear thick clothes, some wear single clothes or jackets; some wear blankets, and many wear various animal skins; some wear straw hats, some wear oil cloth, and umbrellas; some wear leather shoes or animal leather boots, and some wear straw sandals or even barefoots. It's too cold, some drink some wine or bite some peppers to drive away the cold. But there are not enough wine and peppers, and they will not be enough, and they will not be there after two or three days. In this way, marching in the mud and grasslands is really "hungry and cold, and cold and cold."

During the days in the grass, my feet were wet.

When wetlands, when we arrived at the camp, the ground was wet, firewood was wet, and after a few passes, it could freeze people to death. Hunger, cold, fatigue, and disease took away the precious lives of many comrades. Shuai wrote in his memoirs: In those days of the grasslands, the weather was windy, showers, dryness, wetness, and wetness, and the stomach was full, hungry, and walking was deep, and the foot was shallow. Soft and scattered, most people survived, but many people fell down.

Another difficult thing at night is that camping is difficult. The grass is muddy and water-soaked, which is usually difficult to sleep at night. In the evening, you often have to find a mound, riverside, highland, and a dry place to camp. If you can't find a dry place, you have to sleep in the grass. How to sleep in the grass? Or you lie down on the spot, sit and nap, or sleep back to back for a while. Female warriors often snuggle together, which is a little warmer. If there is a piece of oil cloth that uses branches to block the wind and rain, it is a good condition. Sometimes, at night, the oil cloth that uses branches to block the wind and rain cannot block the wind and rain, and they will survive the night under the wind and rain. Sleeping in the grass is also worried that after falling asleep, you will fall or roll into a deep mud swamp, so you will die. Therefore, sometimes several people take turns to "on duty" to avoid misfortune.

However, it was too cold at night. When I woke up the next morning, I often saw some soldiers sleeping on the grass, and even comrades resting with my back and back. The Red 1st Legion had a squad, which was neatly grouped in two people, holding guns in my arms, and never woke up again as if I was asleep. The Red 1st Front Army had a containment team. After passing the grass, there were people who were left behind every day. Hunger, cold, and lack of doctors and medicines, and the number of wounded and sick people increased. At that time, there were neither hospitals nor so many stretchers. They were completely relying on each wounded and sick to follow the troops with a stick. There were three or four hundred people who fell behind every day, most of whom were following the team, but many soldiers could not keep up, and the consequences of not being able to keep up were death.

When sleeping in the open at night, the soldiers who were behind them were resting with their backs. The next day, when the soldiers of the consignment team called them, they pushed and touched them, and their bodies were completely cold and stiff. They left the world in such a "sleeping position". Especially in the last two days when they were about to walk out of the grass, there were piles of people who were sleeping quietly on the grass like this, as many as dozens of people.

In such an extremely harsh environment, the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Army, relying on the discipline of posters, did not abandon or give up under the leadership of the commander Qin Baochuan, and defeated the difficulties in nature with huge spiritual power. Finally, they seized the way under the threat of the god of death. Even the everlasting snow-capped mountains and grasslands retreated in front of the will of the Eighth Army.

However, just like Hannibal's feat of crossing the Alps, the losses of the Eighth Army cannot be described as tragic. Only 13,000 of the 60,000 people in the army survived, and these people were weak and staggered. They had no other weapons except a rifle and fifty bullets on their bodies, and they were not even as good as a second-class division in China. After a brief rest on the edge of the grass, General Qin Baochuan waved his hand hard, and the Iron Army of the Eighth Army advanced forward again.

In the Forbidden City, Zhao Gang stared at a few photos. This is the picture brought by the newly developed spy plane. In the photos, the bodies of the Eighth Army soldiers may be visible. In order not to disturb the Indian army, these shootings are obtained from occasional shooting, but even a little bit is shocking. An army usually collapses after losing one-tenth of the loss. Those who still insist on fighting can become a trump card. In China, the proportion can reach 50%, but even by the most optimistic standards, the number of deaths in the Eighth Army has reached two-thirds. If the casualty rate is calculated, it will reach at least 90%. If this army has not collapsed, it can only be said that the fighting will of this army is strong to the limit of human beings. So although there is still a little expectation in my heart, Zhao Gang can only turn his attention to the battlefield on the Eastern Front of China-India.

During the half-month period when the Eighth Army disappeared, the Indian army retreated dozens of kilometers. The progress of the Chinese army was very unsuccessful, and the casualties of the troops rose sharply. Due to the lack of heavy weapons such as tanks (the inability to air transport heavy tanks), the war turned into endless trench warfare, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Perhaps China could achieve the final victory, but such a victory of Pyros was not the goal that Zhao Gang pursued.

"Report, the front of the southern line is urgent. Our Eighth Army broke through the natural barrier of the southwest line and has appeared in Punjab, the hinterland of India. The Indian army's front line collapsed completely, and our army has taken advantage of the situation to pursue." The excitement of the messenger came from outside the door. Zhao Gang suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "Long live, the Eighth Army."
Chapter completed!