41: Chapter 41 Live Well for Me

Even though Japan was trash in their eyes, back in that era...

For Huaxia, Japan was an almost invincible enemy.

They could only fill the front lines with their lives, sacrificing five or even ten men just to take down one devil.

The gap between Huaxia and Japan at that time was truly hopeless.

With one shot, Wang Ye took down a devil.

Although the arisaka type 38 rifle wasn't great, it was enough for him.

No matter what, it was better than a fire poker.

But for Li Yan and the others, it was the first time they had used such a good rifle.

They held their arisaka type 38 rifles with some awkwardness as they fired.

Shooting toward the devils.

In just a moment, the devils who had rushed right up to them were killed.

"Watch out for grenades!"

Seeing a devil throw a grenade, Wang Ye shouted hurriedly.

The grenade landed next to a soldier; seeing this, he kicked the grenade away.

Just as his foot made contact, the grenade exploded.

That leg of his was blown off in an instant.

"Ah!" The intense pain made him scream out uncontrollably.

His body was hit by shrapnel from the grenade explosion, with countless pieces of metal embedding themselves in him.

Blood immediately gushed from his body like a fountain.

He struggled in agony on the ground.

The next moment, an artillery shell landed right beside him.

The blown-apart corpse tumbled to the side. Seeing this scene, a surge of suppressed fury filled Wang Ye's heart.

Another person wanted to pull the brother's body back, but the devils' bullets kept hitting the corpse, making it impossible for him to go over.

"Damn it, these devils are too disgusting. The man is already dead, and they still want to destroy his body."

"Do they not want to leave him a whole corpse?"

Wang Ye forced himself not to look; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself from rushing out.

But rushing out now meant death.

These devils were trying to force them out. They were constantly pinned behind the tank; if the devils wanted to eliminate them, they would have to pay a heavy price.

The devils' offensive continued, and artillery fire began to suppress them, constantly pounding the tank they were hiding behind.

*Boom!*

The shockwave from the violent explosion knocked Wang Ye to the ground.

He felt his head spinning dizzily.

When he regained his senses, he looked toward the direction of the explosion.

His eyes instantly turned red.

Because it was the tank not far away that had exploded.

Four comrades had been hiding behind that tank.

But now, the tank was engulfed in raging flames.

The soil around the tank had been blown away, and a large crater appeared before his eyes.

The four comrades who were originally there had vanished without a trace.

Wang Ye immediately guessed what had happened.

"What happened?" Li Yan looked at the tank over there in a daze.

He couldn't believe that four people who were alive just a moment ago were now gone without even a bone left.

"The tank's ammunition cooked off," Wang Ye explained with grief in his eyes.

"Cooked off? What does that mean?" Li Yan didn't understand Wang Ye's words.

Because he had never seen a tank ammunition explosion before.

Before joining this battle, he had never even seen a tank or a plane.

When he first stepped onto the battlefield and saw planes and tanks, he didn't know how terrifying these things were.

But when he saw his fellow villagers die one by one in the aerial bombings and tank shelling...

He finally understood that these things were man-killing demons.

Hearing Li Yan's question, Wang Ye was speechless for a moment.

It was just that there was no time to explain to him now.

"They're dead, blown to pieces. We can't stay behind this anymore. If this tank cooks off too, we're finished," Wang Ye said, suddenly realizing something.

That tank's ammunition compartment had been hit by continuous shelling.

If the tank in front of them was also hit, they would definitely be left without a trace.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the continuous shelling began again.

The devils wanted to eliminate Wang Ye and the others by hitting the ammunition compartment of this tank.

Besides that, those Japanese combat engineers were also constantly shooting and throwing grenades toward them.

After the devils' shelling lasted for a while, it suddenly stopped.

Wang Ye was confused; he waited for several more minutes, but the shelling did not resume.

He quietly poked his head out and saw the devils retreating.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out behind him.

Wang Ye looked over; it turned out comrades had come to support them.

A group of people ran to their side.

At this moment, only three people were left on Wang Ye's side.

"Withdraw quickly, the devils might start shelling again in a moment." The leading Company Commander waved his hand, telling them to hurry back to the trenches.

"Okay." Wang Ye hoisted Li Yan onto his back and then ran toward the trenches.

"Li Yan, we're lucky this time, we didn't die," Wang Ye said with a smile as he ran.

"Yeah, didn't die," Li Yan smiled as well.

But in the next moment, he suddenly coughed.

A mouthful of warm blood covered the back of Wang Ye's neck.

Wang Ye stopped abruptly and turned his head in a panic.

"Li Yan, what's wrong?" Wang Ye's voice trembled slightly.

"No... nothing," Li Yan's voice was weak.

Wang Ye suddenly felt his back become wet.

He hurriedly set Li Yan down and saw that Li Yan's chest was stained red.

Wang Ye was stunned.

When did Li Yan get injured?

The viewers in the livestream room were also stunned.

"Wait, I clearly didn't see him get injured just now."

"Me neither. When did he get hurt?"

"Is Li Yan going to die?"

"What kind of jinx are you? Don't talk nonsense."

Li Yan's condition was very bad.

He was still constantly spitting up blood.

"Is there a medic?" Wang Ye shouted frantically.

Behind them, the Company Commander saw Wang Ye stop and immediately ran up.

He wanted to ask what happened.

But when he saw Li Yan spitting up blood, his words caught in his throat.

"His internal organs must have ruptured."

"With this much blood, you should just offer your condolences."

"It must have been during the shelling; the shockwave ruptured his internal organs."

"Wait, why is Brother Wang fine? Only he got internal injuries."

"Bad luck, I guess. Who can say for sure?"

Seeing the comments on the bullet screen, Wang Ye's eyes turned red.

The devils had clearly retreated.

Li Yan clearly could have lived.

Why did fate play such a cruel joke?

"Help... help me send my things to my parents... their son didn't disgrace them..."

The more Li Yan spoke, the faster the blood flowed from his mouth.

Wang Ye was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

"Don't talk anymore. I'll help you send your things to your parents."

"Good... good..."

"Ugh... ugh, live well... for my sake."

After saying that, Li Yan's eyes widened, and he went completely still.

Wang Ye tremblingly placed his hand in front of Li Yan's nose.

Li Yan's breathing had stopped.

Wang Ye clenched his fists, but then let go.

In the face of death, he felt deeply powerless.

Closing Li Yan's wide-open eyes, Wang Ye carried him on his back and returned to the trenches.

He wanted to carry Li Yan away from this battlefield and find him a grave.

He couldn't let him die without a whole body.

Huaxia people valued this most of all.

When a person dies, they enter the Underworld; those with a whole body can be reincarnated.

But on this battlefield, how many people were left without even a bone?

If they can't enter the Underworld or the cycle of reincarnation, will they remain in the human world?

Silence, only silence.

The Company Commander following behind did not speak.

He had long since grown accustomed to such scenes.

A few days ago, he was just a private.

But his Squad Leader, Platoon Leader, and Company Commander had all died, so it was his turn.

The scorching sun was already high overhead.

It had rained two days ago; in such a humid and hot environment, the corpses everywhere would rot, and if not handled in time, they might cause a plague.

In the sky, the devils' shelling began.

A dense rain of artillery shells poured down.

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