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Ah Mao, no, to be precise, the soldier Zhou Ji was lying in his trench, watching groups of Japanese soldiers land on the corpses of their comrades.A few hours ago, his battalion commander handed him the list of the whole battalion and said: "Boy, you take this thing, return to the headquarters alive, and hand it over to the regimental commander. I have nothing else today, just let me Brothers, leave a name on the list of heroes." His head was full of deafening gunfire, and the bomb was thrown into the river, causing a huge splash, and the splash was red, blood red and blood red.It was the first time for Amao to pick up a gun, and he didn't know how to aim at all, so he kept shooting towards the opposite bank with his eyes closed.A veteran next to him stabbed him: "The bullets don't cost money? Let me tell you, the sound of this burst of fire is scary, scary, scary. You aim at one and hit one, and the gunshots are not afraid, not afraid, not afraid."

Amao aimed his gun at the charging devils, not afraid, not afraid, not afraid.A devil was shot and fell down, but there were still many bullets exploding in front of him, billowing black smoke.The flames from bombs and guns turned the air into heat waves. He was a little hot. He wiped the sweat from his face with his hands, and when he stretched out his palms to look, the wet feeling was not sweat but blood.Amao touched his face again, it didn't hurt or hurt.Looking back, he saw the soldier who was still cursing beside him just now, his neck was tilted to one side, and he was already dead. The blood on his face was probably splashed from him.He didn't bother to take a second look, set up the middle official in his hand, and started again, not afraid, not afraid, not afraid.

The battle lasted from noon to dusk. I don't know whether it was the blood-like setting sun that reflected the surface of the river red, or the deep red blood that dyed the stratus clouds. The sky and the earth were all blood-red.The sound of gunfire and fighting became smaller and smaller, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, scorched earth and blood.In the past few hours, Amao's battalion commander, company commander, and squad leader died in battle. In the end, even the veteran who taught him not to be afraid died.He hid in the trenches, hiding under two corpses, he was not afraid of death, he still had a mission, the list, the list that put the whole camp on the list of heroes is still in his hands.

The enemies who had landed had passed, and taking advantage of the darkness, Amao walked back to Yang Xing's headquarters.The enemy had already landed from Zhanghuabang, Lu Yijie left a regiment to guard at Wusongkou, and led the rest of the troops back to Yangxing.Zhaoshi read the list with trembling hands, and handed it over to Lu Yijie, "They belong to your regiment, you keep them. This kid is also yours, you can figure it out."

Lu Yijie asked Amao with a dark face: "What order did your battalion receive?" Amao replied: "Report to the commander, the order is to stick to Zhang Huabang, and the people are in the position." Lu Yijie patted Ah Mao Mao's chest asked: "Let me ask you, where is the position? Ah, where is the position?" A Mao lowered his head: "The position is lost. All the people in our battalion are dead, and I am the only one left." Lu Yijie's voice He raised his voice sharply: "This is called running away, do you know that?" Amao glanced timidly at Lu Yijie, then at Zhaoshi, but Zhaoshi showed no expression at all.

Before he could react, he was dragged to the yard and beaten with military sticks.When the first blow came down, Ah Mao burst into tears. The pain was not comparable to the feather duster at home.He cried and called his mother, but his mother couldn't hear him, and he called his second master, but the second master ignored him. In the end, Amao burst into tears, "Squad leader, woo woo. Company commander, battalion commander, woo woo~"

When he raised his head after the forty army sticks were beaten, the soldier who was executing the execution, like him, had tears in his eyes and cheeks.

At night, Amao couldn't sleep because of the pain, a big hand was on his back.In the dark, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he also knew that it was the second master who came to see him, "Second master, ah, no, no, Captain Shen." He felt that the second master smiled in the dark and asked him: "Do you regret it?" Do you still want to fight?" Amao shook his head: "Second Lord, I don't regret it. I don't regret coming to fight, nor regret running back. I'm luckier than the battalion commander. He lost his life, and I only suffered forty It's just a military stick." Zhaoshi nodded in the dark: "Yes, you kid is the ace unit of the national army when you pick up a gun, and you are very lucky to use it officially when you come up. Go back to Commander Lu's regiment when you recover, he He is also good at fighting, and he used to be your eldest master's teacher." After finishing speaking, Zhaoshi stroked the hair on the back of Amao's head, "Don't call me your mother if you feel wronged, let alone your second master, it's shameful!"

Amao nodded heavily in the dark, touched the wound behind him, and let out a soft "hiss".

Zhaoshi's troops moved to Luodian, where they accidentally encountered the supplementary Tax Police Headquarters.What Cheng Nan meant was that the two armies alternated defensive operations so that both could have some breathing time.

Zhaoshi disagrees.

The remaining two of the five regiments of the Tax Police Headquarters fought in Jiangwan, and all the recruits came in.Zhaoshi pointed to those young and ignorant faces and said: "How many of these people know how to aim at the enemy? How many of them can use the cover? It's good to be able to load bullets into the gun. How can we fight independently? Combat troops must Co-editing, veterans lead recruits."

Cheng Nan also agreed with this method, and added another one. A squad with three to four veterans will be responsible for fighting at night, and those with less than three veterans will be responsible for daytime battles.Focus on concealment during the day, and pay attention to observing enemy planes. At night, neither enemy planes nor cannons can be used. Focus on attacking. To deal with tanks, it is still the old method of your commander Shen at [-], cluster grenades and bombs. "

In this way, Luodian began a tug-of-war. During the day, the enemy occupied the position with bombers and artillery, and was recaptured at night. A small town in the south of the Yangtze River became a veritable "Flesh Mill."

As soon as Lan Xin saw the wounded soldiers coming down from the teaching corps, she would ask if she had seen Zhaoshi. Some said they hadn't seen it, some said they saw it at Hongqiao Airport, some said they saw it at Zhabei Railway Station, and there was a company commander Tell Lan Xin that there is no one in the headquarters, and all the people in the staff office went down to lead people to the front line. A regiment leader was killed, and Zhao Shi also went down to act as the commander.The wounded soldiers came down in batches. The good news is that they have not been defeated and the positions are still there.

However, the good times didn't last long. There were more and more wounded people in the temporary hospital. The classrooms used as temporary wards couldn't fit in, and the corridors were full of people.Everyone who could be mobilized came to help, and the whole school was filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood.People roared and groaned, fighting desperately with the enemy and their lives.There was a screeching sound of brakes outside the school gate—another wounded soldier had arrived.Two soldiers came in carrying a stretcher, and on it was a man with bloody flesh, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, doctor, save people, save our regiment leader!"

When Lan Xin heard the word "head", her heart was about to jump out, and she hurriedly led the stretcher-carrying soldiers into the principal's office—this was the last space, and there was no bed left.The principal's office was originally reserved for Jingxian and Zhaoquan to rest, but when the stretcher was brought in, Jingxian got up from the sofa, and this became the last hospital bed.She twisted the gauze to clean the wounds of the person on the stretcher. Just as she approached, seeing the bloody body, her stomach was overwhelmed. Even though she had seen many wounds, she still couldn't help it.When she wiped off the face covered with blood and mud, she was stunned, and looked back at Jing Xian, "Sister-in-law, it's Zhenghai." When Jingxian was about to come over to look, Lan Xin shouted: "Sister-in-law, don't Look, don't look. Call the doctor, call the doctor, he needs an operation."

The equipment of the Tax Police Headquarters is very sophisticated. The light equipment of individual soldiers is not necessarily inferior to that of the Japanese soldiers, but when it comes to heavy equipment, it is a world of difference.However, if you want to occupy the enemy's fortifications, without artillery and tanks, you can only fill up with human lives. Zhenghai's regiment is also like Amao and the others. He was the company commander of a company. He lost the regiment commander, and later the battalion commander also died, and he became the regiment commander as the company commander.He didn't have any greater skills, except for being accurate with the gun, the way he used to fight with older children in school since he was a child came in handy.Adapt measures to local conditions and take advantage of all available conditions.

His position was on a steep slope, looking down with a telescope, Zhenghai almost laughed out loud, the devil's hiding place under the steep slope was a coal storage kiln.The enemy is hiding inside and cannot be hit by guns. If bombardment is used, the slope must also be blown up, and they will die together with the devils.And where is this coal kiln? It is the spinning mill behind his position.This spinning mill was originally the property of the Shen family, but it was sold after Zhaoshi persuaded it after [-].Zhenghai was very familiar with the terrain of the spinning mill, so he called a company of soldiers, "Go, look for cotton in the warehouse of the spinning mill, and then look for engine oil in the maintenance rooms of each workshop." moved here.Zhenghai asked the soldiers to pour grease on the cotton, and giant fireballs rolled into the coal kiln along the steep slope. Mountains of cotton in the spinning mill soon blocked the opening of the coal kiln, and hundreds of devils inside were burned to death. ash.Not only did he hold his position, but he also moved forward for a while.

When the sky is getting dark, the troops for defense will come up.Zhenghai looked at the enemy stronghold in the small building in front of him, waved his hand and said: "Grenade X bombs will be brought up immediately, let's finish this stronghold before going down. Don't let the brother troops who are changing defense say that our battlefield is not cleaned up." Finally, it was dawn , The grenade bombs of our own troops did not arrive, but the enemy's artillery shells arrived first.A cannonball exploded in the air, and he lay down beside two guards. The sound of the explosion was deafening, and blood burst into the sky in an instant.The two guards were still alive, while Zheng Hai was unconscious.

Doctors removed more than 20 pieces of shrapnel from Zheng Hai's body. What's more serious, his left hand was gone.When he woke up, what he saw were Jingxian's teary eyes.Zheng Hai wanted to reach out to wipe away Jingxian's tears, but what he saw was a glaring white bandage, and he understood everything at that moment.Jing Xian took his arm, put the mutilated forearm under the quilt, and choked out a sob with her lips trembling: "Child." Zheng Hai grinned, showing his white and neat teeth, "Mother, I still have my right hand." , you can still hold a gun." Jingxian couldn't bear it any longer, patted Zhenghai and cried: "You children don't listen to me one by one, I just want you to study hard and hold on to the pen. Is it so easy to hold? Do you know how powerful it is now?" Zhenghai stretched out his right hand to grab Jing Xian: "Mother, don't cry, when we defeat the Japanese, we will obediently listen to you. Mother, two days ago I I saw the second uncle, he is also the head of the regiment, and I am also the head of the regiment, I am the same as him, you see, I have already caught up with the second uncle."