I don't know how I got to Beiping, or even when I got there.
All I knew was that I was running forward with the others, without looking back or stopping for a moment. But I knew the Japanese were getting closer and closer; I could hear the increasingly dense gunfire behind me, and every now and then, several soldiers would fall to the ground without a sound, never to get up again.
No one dared to help them up, and no one dared to stop, because everyone knew what stopping, even for just a few seconds, would mean!
Perhaps some would say that we shouldn't abandon these comrades, that we should live and die with them…
But this was a living battlefield, a bloody battlefield!
The soldiers weren't cowards; the battle of Nanyuan proved their courage was no less than that of the brutal Japanes
