Rise from eight hundred.

February 9 at 11pm.

Shangguan Yun, the commander of the 4th Battalion, walked up to a position on the left wing of Qingshiyan, and stared at it. The eyes of the major, who had experienced the Battle of Songhu and the Battle of Sixing Warehouse, couldn't help but feel a little sad, because he was extremely anxious and dried up. Pi's lips were even more split due to the subconscious action of pursing his lips fiercely.

The traces of blood were soaked on the lips.

Really, this position which he personally named the 'Doorbolt' was fought too badly.

A small hill with a width of less than 130 meters and an altitude difference of less than 6 meters swallowed up his six infantry squads and one fire support squad in less than two days, which was almost the strength of an infantry company in the past.

For this reason, he even had to mobilize three infantry squads of his two infantry platoon reserves last night to supplement the position belonging to the first company. up.

The calls from the company commander Deng Ying were all crying!

Who is Deng Ying? Shangguan Yun knows better than anyone else. The 542 Regiment had three infantry companies and one fire support company when they were stationed in Sixing Warehouse. Counting him Shangguanyun, the one who can get along with the officers and soldiers the most is Tang Li, but if you want to say that the company commander has the most tenacious personality, it really has to be Deng Ying.

Like Lei Xiong, Deng Ying is not an academic school. He is a typical big-headed soldier who rises all the way from sergeant squad leader to second lieutenant platoon leader to lieutenant company commander. But like a rock, he has always said less and done more, a typical doer.

On a battlefield in September of the Battle of Songhu, Deng Ying led his infantry company to fight hand-to-hand with the Japanese army, relying on the form of filling his body with grenades.

From the company commander to the private, no exception, they emptied the grenade box of the entire infantry company in the form of hand-to-hand combat.

In that battle, under Deng Ying's command, there were only deaths and no injuries, but the infantry company repelled the alternating attacks of the two infantry squadrons of the Japanese army. After the war, the battle loss ratio of the Japanese army was almost 1:1. It's a miracle.

When such a tenacious infantry company commander asked him for reinforcements, he always cried heavily, which showed how terribly the fighting on the 'doorbolt' position was.

Therefore, taking advantage of the interval between battles, the battalion cooking platoon delivered lunch to this position, and Shangguan Yun, who took off his military rank and wore a helmet, brought an orderly who was not much different from ordinary soldiers, and decided to come and see this position with his own eyes.

In the end, it didn't matter, Shangguan Yun almost cried himself.

After two days of fighting, Qingshiyan has been reduced to scorched earth!The only shrubs and small trees on many positions were opened by the Japanese artillery fire, and coupled with the special geology of Qingshiyan, they were basically bare.

But many fortifications made of stones, wood, and sandbags are still there, and there are even deer villages in front of some positions, which are still burning even after being ignited by Japanese artillery fire.

But the position of the 'bolt' in front of me is bare. The trenches dug by the engineers on the rocks with explosives blasted as if they were severely torn by an invisible big hand. Sandbags and wood were piled up, but more places were directly used for corpses.
There are 'shit yellow' and dark blue, and the rocks are littered with broken black things that hardly need to be seen, a mature soldier knows what it is.

Under the destruction of bullets, grenades and even artillery shells, the living people may be torn to pieces, not to mention those 'fortifications'!

It was obviously a helpless move by the officers and soldiers on the ground, but it was still like a sharp bayonet, which made Shangguan Yun's eyes turn red.

After You Qi approached, he saw a solitary hand protruding from the 'fortification', with a blackened copper ring on the middle finger of his hand.

Shangguan Yun held back the tears for a long time, and came down with a 'wow', squatted down, gently held the swollen and blackened palm like ice, and growled in a low voice: "Where is Deng Ying! Let him Get the hell out of here, I brought my brothers here to kill devils, yes, but it’s not like you have to be a brick or a brick even after you die.”

The palm has been deformed, but he recognizes the ring.

After the Four Elements War, everyone was locked up in the barracks where supplies could not be guaranteed. There were 280 people in total. Even the recruits who came in later were familiar.

The owner of this ring is a soldier from Hubei Province, who came from Xiangyang City in the northwestern mountainous area of ​​Hubei Province. It was supplemented by the Hubei Provincial Security Corps in the later period of the Songhu War.

And because of the supply problem, people in No. 280 took out their personal belongings and sold them, and exchanged them for supplies for the food and clothing of the whole camp. Even the leader Xie took out the gold pen given to him by his wife. "Gouzi" is a small man here in Xiangyang, Hubei Province, and he doesn't pull out a hair.

If you want to say no, it's fine, but the small soldier clearly wears a gold ring on his hand, and he is a soldier of his company, so naturally he can only let him, the company commander, do his work.

But in the end, he, the company commander who had been promoted to major, failed to get the ring from this little Xiangyang soldier.

It’s not that he is small and strong, but that the ring is not gold, silver, or even copper, it’s just a piece of iron. When he went to serve in the army, his dumb mother who was born deaf spent a night , a ring ring hammered with stones by hand.

Why use a ring instead of something else? It's not a custom. It's just that the family is too poor to find anything decent for the baby to carry, and the dumb mother can't speak, so she fiddled with such a thing by herself and put it on her son's finger. superior.

It may be that he hopes that he will be safe and sound after this time, or it may be that he hopes that he will marry a wife and have children safely.

The intention of being a mother is nothing more than these two kinds.

'Gouzi' was young, and when he arrived in Jiangxia Dacheng, he was afraid that others would laugh at his ring as being made of iron, so he got some brass powder and dyed it golden, making people think it was gold.

Shangguan Yun always remembers what 'Gouzi' said: "Company commander, this ring was given to me by my mother. I don't know if it's worth it, but I beg you to let me keep it. I can give it to you for two days, no, No food for three days."

What is the value of the iron ring? Naturally, Shangguan Yun would not embarrass this little soldier under his command. This time he reorganized the 4th Battalion and specially took care of him to let him be the bugleman of an infantry platoon. Signal Corps.

Unexpectedly, he did not die on the Songhu battlefield, nor did he die in the Sixing Warehouse, but died in North China, and his remains were filled into the fortifications.

His dumb mother could never look forward to her son again.

You said, how can Shangguan Yun, who has witnessed all this, not be angry?
"Commander, why did you come here? It's too dangerous here. The Japanese may attack again at any moment. Go, go quickly!" Fan Mobei, who personally led his deputy company commander and platoon leader, bowed Deng Ying who rushed over saw Shangguan Yun squatting in the dilapidated trench, and couldn't help being shocked.

It can't be explained that, with Fan Mobei and Fan Mobei, they are ready to carry Shangguan Yun away.

"Bastard, I ask you, if the dog died in battle, he died in battle, but why didn't people carry it down? Your Deng Yingtelian's is going to be court-martialed." Shangguan Yun glared fiercely at the company commander under his command. .

Deng Ying was stunned, squatting on the ground, speechless for a long time!

"You are so stupid, but you gave me a reason. You just need to tell me, Commander Deng Dalian, even if there is no one without supplies, I, the battalion commander, can help you build a few fortifications by cutting down trees and digging stones!" Shangguan Yun Seeing that Deng Ying didn't speak, he became even more angry.

"Battalion Commander, don't blame our company commander, this is voluntary by our 2nd Platoon." Seeing that he couldn't hide, Fan Mobei could only take out a dirty piece of paper from his bosom.

Shangguan Yun took it over and took a look, and became silent like the company commander under his command.

"I voluntarily, after death, protect my comrades with my useless body! No regrets!"

Except for this sentence written in charcoal, the dirty paper was full of bloody fingerprints.

"This was signed by the remaining 30 brethren who were in the roll call last night, as well as the three brethren who came to support us today." Fan Mobei compared his finger to the first fingerprint.

"Look, Battalion Commander, this is my finger print."

Then, he pointed the paper to the finger wearing the ring, and gently printed one of the fingers on it, with a trembling voice: "This is from Brother Gouzi, and he told me specifically that if he really dies in battle, This body will also be burned to ashes, why not block bullets for the brothers, don't send the ring back, let him wear it, even if he goes underground, he can still think about his mother."

"Why is this!" Shangguan Yun's anger disappeared, but his throat was uncontrollably choked.

The major was sad, sad that even if his soldier died, he would stay in the field until he was smashed to pieces, as if the man had never existed.

But he is even more proud, proud of the group of soldiers under his command. He believes that there may be stronger soldiers in this world than the 4th Battalion of his Four Elements Regiment, such as the 4 infantry battalions before the 3th Battalion in the regiment. The record of killing a bloody road on the Songhu battlefield is unmatched.

However, Shangguan Yun believes that there is no one in this world who wants to prove that he is not a coward more than his brothers, and even fear such as death cannot stop him.

Because two-thirds of his 4th Battalion had been in Japanese or Western prisoner-of-war camps, eating meals that pigs would not eat, being abused physically and mentally, and even encountering their own people Abandoned by others, struggling to survive.

The Four Elements Group gave them a platform to re-prove themselves. It is not so important to be alive. What is important is to kill the Japanese.

Even if you are dead, you must use your flesh and blood to block the Japanese guns!

"Battalion Commander, you don't know, the Japanese's offensive these two days is like crazy!" Fan Mobei shook his head in pain, pointing at the gaps in the fortifications that seemed to be torn open by invisible hands.

"Those openings were not bombed, but made by the Japanese with explosives. We didn't have time to block them with other things, but if they weren't blocked, the Japanese heavy machine guns would aim at them and cover them with firepower. We Unable to maneuver in the trenches, sooner or later they will be separated by the Japanese, and if one position is lost, the lives of all the brothers will be handed over here."

It turned out that the reason why this position was called the "gate bolt" was that this position was the flattest position compared to the entire Qingshiyan. As long as they could break through here, the entire Qingshiyan position would almost open to the Japanese army.

Shangguan Yun attached great importance to this position, and specially entrusted Deng Ying's first company to defend it, because he believed that Deng Ying would live up to his trust.

Kuyone Tianshiro also set his sights on this area through unremitting observation for most of the day.

Therefore, on the afternoon of the first day of the battle, the Japanese army invested 8000 troops in the Qingshiyan position with a width of more than 200 meters, but only less than [-] people in the "door bolt" position.

In other places, a strong attack is used to test firepower, and even enough blood is shed, but using a free attack on this identified breakthrough point is more paralyzing!
Sure enough, the battlefield on the second day was completely different. Thousands of people were invested in the attack again, and a complete infantry brigade was invested in this position alone, repeatedly attacking up to 13 rounds throughout the day.

In the evening, the Japanese army used the special attack team crazily!

What is a special attack team?
It doesn't mean elite, but death squad!
It is to use at least a dozen heavy machine guns, twenty light machine guns, and a dozen grenade launchers to support the crazy firepower. At the same time, the infantry attacks wave after wave like a tide. The infantry at the front, carrying explosive packs on their backs, took advantage of the strong gunpowder smoke on the battlefield to crawl into the 30-meter area, and then suddenly charged.

These Japanese soldiers had no guns, but each had a grenade. After throwing the grenade, they ran all the way, and just felled by the rain of bullets. If they were lucky enough to survive, they rushed to the trenches and ignited the explosives and jumped into the trenches.

The lethality brought by a five-kilogram explosive package is comparable to that of a mountain cannon shell dropped into a trench. Although such a bomber has few chances of success, as long as there are a few successes, it is enough to cause irreparable damage to the trench.

In the evening of yesterday alone, five or six of these bombers arrived near the trenches and detonated, causing at least a dozen casualties in the defenders and destroying several trenches with rock bottoms.

And this kind of battlefield where the interval between battles is no more than ten minutes at most, how can the defenders have time to collect wood, stones, and sandbags to plug the gap?

This is the only way out!

Fortunately, there were more wrecks left by the Japanese army on the battlefield. The defenders did not stop doing anything. While signing the voluntary letter, they made a loop with a rope, put it on the JIO of the Japanese wreckage wearing cowhide boots, and pulled it into the position as a log For sandbags.

But the corpses of more than a dozen Chinese soldiers who died in the battle during the day and night were never transported.

The Japanese played this bomber trick, and the Chinese soldiers on the "doorbolt" position were also red-eyed. A total of nearly 7 people from 110 squads died in this position, as many as 60 people, and 20 people were seriously injured. , now there are less than two infantry squads on the ground.

In the two days of fighting, his original infantry company of 320 soldiers had lost one-third of the battle. In the past, he was basically disabled. Even if he didn't quit the battlefield, he still needed to rest.

But now, the Japanese army is pressing down on the border, and the whole battalion is here, with the garrison, the arsenal and their families behind them, how can they rest?

What's more terrible is that it is not a question of rest and reorganization, but that the company is facing successive attacks of nearly 2000 Japanese troops. The other two infantry platoons are struggling on their own. How can there be extra troops to support the platoon?
The two infantry squads don't know if they can survive this afternoon. The first row has always been the trump card of an infantry company. The sharp knife row in the company commander's hand was just like this.

Otherwise, Deng Ying, who is famous for her tenacity, would not have asked Shang Guanyun for help with a deep cry.

Rubbing the red eye circles fiercely, Shangguan Yun didn't speak, but gently held the blackened palm, carefully took off the iron ring from the middle finger, and put it on his own middle finger.

"Battalion Commander, he said it." Fan Mobei couldn't help but want to remind himself the officer.

The Chinese are very particular about the idea that the dead are the greatest. As long as there are conditions, he will definitely help him achieve his wishes during his lifetime.

Fan Mobei has already made up his mind, as long as the brothers who are still here, as long as he can survive, even if he takes away one hand, he will put them in the ground for peace, and Gouzi will definitely be able to take the ring his mother gave him. Hit the road with peace of mind.

Deng Ying gently tugged on his subordinates, motioning him to listen to what the chief said first.

"The dog is gone, but he is too young to understand what it means to be a mother!" Shangguan Yun stared at the iron ring on his finger. "The dead are on their way after all, but the living ones have to think about it, right? What mother wants is a son. As an elder brother, I can't return my own son to him, so I will give her a group of adoptive sons. "

Stretch out your palm to the major and the lieutenant, "Remember, if you fight the Japanese in the platoon, if there is still one person alive, wear this ring and go to Gouzi's hometown, find his mother, kneel down and call mother Well, even if his mother is crying, someone will support her under her knees, and she can still smell her son."

Many years later, in that small mountain village in northwestern Hubei, five soldiers dressed in military uniforms with medals on their chests knelt in front of a thatched hut, shouting at an old woman with gray hair in unison!

The old woman looked at the iron ring in the hand of the leading man from the north, and groaned silently!
On the high mountain, there is a tomb of clothes!

This ridge is called Tiejie Ridge!
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At this time, Shangguan Yun turned into a cook at the 'door bolt' position, and sent steamed buns and rice soup into the position.

"Brothers have eaten, eat two more bites, drink a jar of rice soup, and then urinate, and spend an afternoon with devils!" Shangguan Yun's encouragement was never lofty, but extremely simple.

"Haha! The officer is right, eat enough to kill devils!"

Soldiers on the battlefield clinked glasses with steel helmets filled with rice soup, toasting to victory and to living!

It's worth it, with a hundred of them, they repelled nearly 20 waves of Japanese attacks and killed more than 400 Japanese invaders. It's worth it.

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ps: Fengyue came back last night and drove 800 kilometers on the highway in one day. Starting today, [-] will resume updating. Brothers are sorry.