Costume Mountains and Rivers

The Japanese army rushed up!

The mountain wind was scorching, the earth trembled, bombs came one after another, inexhaustible, the first gap in the circular fortification was opened, and the enemy rushed up the hill like a wall of human shields, wrestling with the national army soldiers in the bunker. The shining bayonet was shown, and a bloody fight started!

The puppet army with weak combat effectiveness was the first to rush to the battlefield. They didn't hold out for long before they were lost in the crowd of the national army. The corpses piled up higher and higher, forming a khaki wall. However, the soldiers of the national army continued to support it until now, and it has arrived At the limit, there is no way to retreat at this time. Due to the lack of bullets, the firepower points gradually stopped shooting. The messy short bursts could not stop the beast's footsteps. They barely persisted for more than ten minutes. The national army soldiers who were splashed with blood turned back. Looking at the wall of corpses, I saw one after another Japanese soldiers jumping over the top of the wall with [-] caps, rushing like a flood that opened the gate!

Sun Jicheng personally supported a machine gun, and fired suddenly and suddenly, hoarsely shouting: "The first battalion and the second battalion put bayonets, and the rear maintains formation. Who the hell is wasting bullets? Show me the spot before you shoot to death. Continue fighting!"

Bunches of grenades were thrown from the back of the bunker to the densest place of Japanese soldiers. Every time they exploded, there was a thunderclap. The precise bullets swept down rows of Japanese soldiers. They were too close, and at any time someone would be blown away by the scorching air waves. In the middle of the sky, but for the red-eyed little devils, they no longer know what death is. Shen Peinan's army is already in their pockets, and the time to serve the emperor has come!

This remote mountain has probably never seen a war of this scale. Both sides have invested tens of thousands of troops. For miles around, all they can see are fighting crowds and flying artillery fire. The national army rushing to the front Casualties were serious, many teams were dismantled, the subordinates could not find the superiors, and the superiors could not find the communication soldiers, but no one retreated, no matter the officers and soldiers, as long as they had weapons in their hands, they all participated in the battle. With a deep hatred for the invaders, the bayonet slashed open the little devil's chest!

Mo Qinghe was pulled to the rear by Shen Peinan, surrounded by the military guard battalion and transferred to the headquarters. His hand pressed the gun on his back, and his whole body trembled. Tears filled his eyes. I don't know if it was because of hatred or grief. He turned his head and looked at one or two soldiers in gray uniforms who occasionally flashed in the crowd, feeling like a pot of boiling water was constantly stirring in his heart.

He wants to go to the battlefield, kill these pus-like Japanese soldiers, and die with his brothers, but he can't leave. He knows his second identity besides the commander of the Eighth Route Army, the leader of an army. The formation can be disrupted, but the generals cannot. He glanced at Shen Peinan's lieutenant general's uniform and the two general stars on his collar, and said in a low voice, "Brother Shen, I will accompany you."

Shen Peinan pursed his lips tightly, his face was covered with frost and snow, his eyes were sharp and stern like a falcon, he remembered a sentence, the general was so determined that he had fought countless battles in his life, none of which was more critical than now, but he He didn't feel flustered at all, and was even vaguely excited. Heroes emerge in troubled times. He has been waiting for this moment for 17 years!

He squeezed Mo Qinghe's hand vigorously, and strode into the headquarters compound: "Assemble!"

The national army headquarters blew up the battalion, the transmitter ticked, the correspondents ran in and out, and all the secrets were packed up with confidential documents, waiting for Shen Peinan to make the final decision.

Shen Peinan knew what everyone was thinking at this time. The headquarters fell, and Calabash Mountain could retreat without any danger, and there was no way for the main force to go down the mountain. Reinforcement requests were sent out again and again, and the Jin army was only fifteen miles away, but they could not retreat. Only obeying the orders of Yan Xishan and standing still, the [-] national army in the mountain is at stake.

He wiped the ashes from his face, and quickly issued instructions that all soldiers and horses in the mountain, including every officer's guard, should press down on the whole line, leaving no one behind!Even if the outcome of this battle has been decided, even if there is not a single bullet left, he will never surrender. He will let these tens of thousands of Japanese devils be buried here with him, so that this battle will be destroyed , Play the soul-inducing song of the invaders!

The soldiers of the military guard battalion were all armed with live ammunition, and the correspondents were all bloody and sweaty. They could no longer see their true colors, only their eyes were shining. There was also a young soldier who was pierced through the palm of his hand by a stray bullet on the way here, and was in great pain. Sweating profusely, he listened to Shen Peinan's last order without saying a word.

The last battle has already begun. The entire Calabash Mountain has been turned into a Shura field. There are people everywhere, shouts of killing and howling. The Japanese soldiers in khaki uniforms and the soldiers of the national army are intertwined. The fierce battle has lasted for nearly five years. Within an hour, more than half of the casualties on both sides were red-eyed, white brains, red blood, and blue intestines were all over the ground.

Mo Qinghe hid behind a bunker, with two pistols hanging from his back, and bullet belts wrapped around his body, and killed more than 20 Japanese devils in a row. He saw Xu Shaomin in the rebellion, and he was out of bullets, riding on a On the body of a little devil, he picked up a big rock and smashed it hard on his head, his skull cracked like a watermelon, and Mo Qinghe shouted: "Hey, go on!"

He untied a gun and threw it at Xu Shaomin. Xu Shaomin's face was covered with the brains of a little devil, and he ran to him with a low waist: "Commander, I will be your bodyguard!"

Mo Qinghe took aim at a Japanese officer who was bayoneting with the national army not far away, shot him between the eyebrows, and asked Xu Shaomin, "Where is the second lieutenant platoon leader who is close to you?"

Xu Shaomin said harshly, "I don't know where I am, but I'm killing devils anyway!"

The two of them were lying behind the bunker. The remaining soldiers of the Eighth Route Army noticed them and gathered around Mo Qinghe one by one. Soon they formed a small team of a dozen or so people. Shen Peinan was firmly trapped by his own guard battalion. He was so angry that he jumped up, saw Mo Qinghe with his sharp eyes, and shouted loudly: "Mo Shaoxuan! Kill all those who stand in the way!"

His lieutenant general's collar badge and the ribbon on his left chest were too conspicuous, and they were easy targets for the enemy, so they were torn off in one go, and the discipline buckle was pulled off.Mo Qinghe led a team to break through. All the guard battalions of the military headquarters were elite soldiers, and they just cleared out a safe zone where the Japanese could not enter. Halfway up the hillside, he stretched out his hand and gently squeezed Mo Qinghe's shoulder: "Xiao Mo, this round, I'm afraid..."

"It's not a loss to have so many little Japanese devils backing us up." Mo Qinghe cut him off, "Let's make an agreement, the one who left first will wait below, and we'll be together in the next life!"

In the hail of bullets, there was a sudden sound of scolding mothers all the way. Mo Qinghe turned her head and saw Sun Jicheng's face was pale, half of his military uniform was stained with blood, he walked through the gunpowder smoke with one foot deep and the other shallow, and he carried a man in gray military uniform on his shoulders. Walking towards this side, and looking carefully, what he was carrying turned out to be Xiao Shuanzi.

Mo Qinghe was startled, and Sun Jicheng spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and threw the little embolism on the ground: "When others beat devils, he hid behind a stone and cried, he must say that their leader died, mother!" Yes, I took five little devils by myself to fish him out."

He grabbed Xiao Shuanzi by the collar, pointed at Mo Qinghe: "Look for yourself, is your regiment leader alive or dead!"

Little Shuanzi let out a dry howl, Sun Jicheng frowned, and sat down on the ground. He was shot in the left shoulder, and there was a big bloody hole, and the blood gushed out. Looking around, he raised the corner of his mouth weakly: "Yo, they're all here, just right, and we can be together in the end. If there really is a hellish hell, I'll come back and strangle these little devils to death!"

The battlefield is full of gunpowder, and the formation of the national army and Japanese soldiers is completely messed up. If you see a different uniform, you will open fire. If you have no bullets, you will use a bayonet. Shuan continued to charge.Mo Qinghe and Shen Peinan were surrounded by soldiers in charge of guards, each with a machine gun, and they fell in the trench as machine gunners. Sun Jicheng lost a lot of blood, his lips were blue, and he was about to doze off in a daze. Xiao Shuanzi took off his military uniform Blocking the blood hole on his shoulder, he sat beside him and cried loudly. The crying was so continuous that Sun Jicheng couldn't open his eyes. He woke up from his crying, moved his lips, and cursed weakly: "Damn, who Howling here..."

Mo Qinghe picked up the binoculars and watched the battle on the front line. There were dead bodies everywhere, and there was almost no place to stay. The fierce battle came to an end. The soldiers of the national army had not entered the water for five hours, and they just resisted the Japanese army. Round after round of frenzied attack did not retreat a step.Holding up the binoculars, Mo Qinghe gasped in surprise: "Why did the gunshot come from the bottom?"

The gunshots in the distance became louder and more intense, and Shen Peinan also showed suspicion. He snatched another pair of binoculars from the staff officer. In another scene, there are little devils wearing yellow skins on the hillside, but the number of Japanese soldiers climbing up the high ground is decreasing sharply, and some of them twitched and fell down just as soon as they stood firm.

Shen Peinan saw the clues from the weapons and equipment of the Japanese army. Before he could speak, Mo Qinghe suddenly shouted: "The military flag is your military flag!"

Batch after batch of "Japanese soldiers" climbed up from the foot of the mountain, their faces were covered with blood and dust, their steps were staggering, and some of them were seriously injured. Suddenly, a loud charge horn sounded from the hill, and the leading soldiers shook their tattered faces. The blue sky and white sun flag, hanging high on the bamboo pole, swayed in the wind.

They took off their yellow military uniforms and caps, revealing their original olive-colored national army uniforms. They all had ferocious faces, and the sound of killing shook the sky, like a flood flooding up the hillside!

The staff officer shouted excitedly: "First division, I saw their armbands, they are from the first division!"

Shen Peinan's eyes lit up, and he slammed the binoculars on the ground: "You son of a bitch, you're finally back!"

He glanced at his watch, and started cursing indiscriminately: "I was late for three full hours, so I almost confessed here. When I was the commander, I was never more than one minute late when I led the troops! Pass the word, let the first division commander After the battle, pack up the bed and feed the horses, and be a groom for a month, reflect on yourself!"

The Japanese soldiers halfway up the mountain never imagined that the comrades in the rear suddenly became the national army. At this time, they were attacked by the enemy, and they could only be beaten passively. They were swept to the ground row by row, and their bodies rolled down the steep slope. The morale of the national army on the battlefield was greatly boosted, and they howled and stabbed the bayonet through the little devil's belly. Hearing the familiar sound of the bugle, Mo Qinghe couldn't help trembling all over. He grabbed Xiao Shuanzi's arm: "Our people, And our people! The support from the brigade has arrived!"

As the bright sun shone down, the first batch of national army soldiers rushed up the hill, and gray military uniforms began to appear one after another in the green ranks. More and more, they converged into a torrent and rushed to the top of the mountain. The red flags were like rhododendrons, Hunt and swagger in the sun!

Mo Qinghe cheered loudly with the comrades, Shen Peinan was very annoyed, and said angrily: "Damn it, it's eight ways again."

The gunshots echoed like bursting beans, the soldiers were like a storm, and the little devils had no power to fight back. Everyone was wrapped in dumplings, and the high ground was quickly recaptured. Except for the soldiers of the two parties, those who came up were even wielding spatulas and The cook who was frying the ladle, the bandit with a soil gun, and the villagers who brandished their own kitchen knives, all of them were angry with their eyes. When they saw any little devils who were dead, they kicked them with their feet and hit their heads with a spatula. Shen Peinan and His staff officers were all dumbfounded. After fighting for so many years, they have never seen such a shabby battle!

At the same time, the headquarters of the Jinsui Army, which is more than ten miles away, also received the information. They were surprised to find that the desperate Central Army actually counterattacked, and even swallowed the fat sheep of the Okazaki Division. Suspect!

We must act, otherwise the benefits will be taken up by others, and there is no way to explain to the chairman. After standing still for half a month, they finally joined the battle, first annihilating a brigade sent by Okazaki to monitor their side, and It neatly blocked the Japanese troops from all sides who came to support them, and the whole division, with more than [-] troops, marched mightily towards Calabash Mountain.

Lieutenant General Okazaki stood in the headquarters, holding up a telescope to observe the battle situation in Calabash Mountain. First, he was furious, then his face was solemn, and finally his lips trembled, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

It's over, it's over, he said to himself, then took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and straightened his collar solemnly.

Running out of time.

There was a knock on the door, and a senior officer in a yellow officer's uniform came in, bowed respectfully, and held a long and narrow black saber in both hands.This chief is tall and slender, only thirty years old, with a mustache on his lips, and a handsome face. If it weren't for his bronzed skin due to years of fighting, someone might say that he is a tea master or a poet. believe.

He bowed deeply, his upper body was almost parallel to the ground, and he stretched his arms straight out. He said in Japanese: "The Yubu 370 and the others have all been broken. Please make up your mind quickly, General."

Okazaki looked pale, and nodded: "The warriors of the Great Japan must not be captured by the Chinese. Today I will die to express my loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor."

He knelt neatly on the ground, showing the back of his neck.

The young Dazuo holds the saber in both hands and slowly raises it above his head. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his movements are graceful and calm, as if he is reciting a waka or performing a ceremony.He knew that it would be his turn after Okazaki, but his heart was calm. Many years ago, he heard that the chief was buried at the hands of an actor in Beiping City, and his life should have ended.

Okazaki closed his eyes, he heard the gunfire getting weaker and weaker, and the cheers of Chinese people came from a distance.

He hated the shouts of Chinese people, rude, cowardly, and dirty. He hummed a little tune from his hometown, and recalled intoxicatedly that in the past, the top of Mt. The wind blows the little goldfish wind chime, jingle, jingle.

When he came to China, his daughter Yingzi was only 12 years old. Now she is probably married and has a lovely child.

Okazaki thought that at the moment of death, he could hear the sound of cherry blossoms falling.

Da Zuo took a deep breath, held the saber high, and swung it down forcefully.

Before the knife touched Okazaki's neck, there was a loud bang, and a shell flew from the opposite hillside and exploded next to the headquarters. The windows were shattered and the roof collapsed. He flew straight back, with a muffled bang, and hit the back of his head against the cold wall.

Crimson blood oozed from nostrils and ears.

The world sank into darkness.