Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 440
Although the Japanese army was full of confidence, they did not immediately start the infantry charge too blindly.

They still used all the firepower they could to suppress before the infantry charged.

The chains of ammunition swept by 24 heavy machine guns hit the newly dug fresh soil on the other side of the river, which was more than 1000 meters wide, and there was no smoke and dust, but mud splashed.

Gathered at least [-] grenade launchers and fired four rounds in a row. Hundreds of grenades will blow up the quiet Chinese position into a mess that is visible to the naked eye.

Even, for all the Japanese infantry who were only a hundred meters away from the Chinese position, they could clearly see the human remains blown up by the grenade that happened to fall into the trench.

"Squad leader, my leg, my leg is gone, help me find my leg." In the trench, a Chinese soldier yelled in panic as he held his completely broken leg and exposed the hideous wound.

Even though he was ready to face death, when the pain came, the soldiers' emotions still collapsed at that moment.

Few of the parents who suffer from body hair and skin can see their limbs missing like that with their own eyes. They are soldiers as well as ordinary people.

"A Niu, don't move, don't move, the big guy is looking for you." The veteran beside him took off his clothes and knelt in the trench with sweat profusely. Looking at the wound on the broken leg, he quickly wrapped the belt around the thigh.

Flesh and white bones were exposed there, and there were also white strips, which were the tendons of the human body, and what would be called ligaments in the future.

The veteran has experienced countless battlefields. Naturally, he is not frightened by the terrible wounds, but he knows very well that if the wound is not tightly wrapped and the femoral artery is strangled with a belt, the soldiers under him will die of the wound without waiting for the wound to become infected. Massive blood loss.

"I want my legs, I can't live without them! How can I farm without legs! My father and mother are still waiting for me to go back to provide for them!" The soldier cried like a child who has been greatly wronged.

Looking up at the sky, the wounded soldier's eyes were full of despair.

"A Niu, don't panic. Your father, your mother, and your brothers are responsible for raising your house. I and my brothers also take care of your land." The veteran soldier felt miserable, and softly comforted his emotionally broken soldier.

He knew that what his brother was really afraid of was not becoming a cripple without legs, or even death, but that the parents at home had no one to support them.

A Niu is an only child, and there are only two younger sisters below him. He joined the army not because of any national hatred or family hatred, but purely because he wanted to earn more money to support his family.

Joined the army for three years, because he was young and strong and willing to endure hardships, he was transferred from the ordinary infantry unit to the guard battalion of the division headquarters. A few months ago, he asked someone to bring a letter to his parents in his hometown, saying that he was promoted, and he could get an extra yuan every month Now Dayang, let my parents not treat me badly. When the two sisters celebrate the New Year, they will also pull some floral cloth for them to make cotton padded jackets.

However, with the advent of the war, all the dreams of this ordinary soldier were shattered.Even if he can survive, the simplest wish of farming for his parents to provide for the elderly without a leg will not be realized.

"Really? Squad leader, don't lie to me." There was a glint of hope in the soldier's desperate eyes.

"I swear to God, if I, Feng Daxian, can live, your Zeng Aniu's parents will be my Feng Daxian's parents, not only you, but also the parents of all the brothers in the class. If you break this oath, God will kill you!" Five thunders!" The voice of the sergeant squad leader, who was hugging his soldiers tightly, even overwhelmed the sound of the grenade explosion and the heavy machine gun bullets whizzing past the head of the Japanese army who were still frantically throwing grenades.

That is the promise of comrades-in-arms.

Promised before the war, promised again during the war.

Because, the parents who are thousands of miles away care about the son, why doesn't the son care about the parents?
The Chinese people's concern for the connection of blood is the most important foundation for the continuation of the Yellow River civilization for 5000 years.

"Then I can rest assured, squad leader, let me sleep for a while, and when I fall asleep, the pain will stop." The soldier who had entrusted the biggest worry in his heart completely put his mind down, drooping his eyelids, and murmured softly.

The old soldier felt a sudden pain in his heart, and the pain was so painful that he scratched his heart.As a veteran with rich combat experience, he knew that this was a sign of excessive blood loss. It was not that he was sleepy, but that the massive blood loss had severely deprived his brain of oxygen.

This sleep is a deep sleep, and it is impossible to wake up again in this life.

The veteran can wake up the soldier who is about to fall asleep and ask him to hold on for a while until the medical team from the rear comes up.

But, so what?On such a battlefield, can the medical team solve his blood loss?
No!

The final outcome is that his brother will lie alone in the wild, enduring great pain, and swallowing his last breath alone.

"Sleep! A Niu, if you fall asleep, you won't be hurt anymore." The veteran chose to put his arms around the soldier and murmured in a low voice amidst the artillery fire.

He also knew that his brother, who was breathing weaker and weaker, could no longer hear him.

Looking up at the sky, there are no stars twinkling in the sky, the dark clouds are deep, and the tears flow along the two corners of the eyes, leaving two clear traces on the face full of gunpowder smoke and dust.

But this is the only thing the veteran can do, use the warmth of his chest to accompany him to sleep.

On the battlefield full of artillery fire.

"A Niu, your leg, your leg! I found it." The soldier with the best relationship with A Niu in the infantry squad rolled and crawled, and sent the half-broken leg that had been blown away from the trench more than ten meters away. .

However, what greeted him were two people frozen like statues.

The veteran squad leader hugged the soldier with the broken leg tightly.

The soldier with a broken leg made no sound.

"A Niu, I found your leg! You are very kind to talk to me!" The soldier fell to the ground and cried loudly.

"Why are you crying!" The expressionless veteran stared fiercely at him for a while. "If you want to cry, wait until all the fathers are dead before you cry."

Turning his head to listen to the movement outside the position, his eyes were shining fiercely, "The devil's heavy machine gun shooting is decreasing, and the grenade throwing is also becoming sparse. The infantry is about to charge. Everyone, get ready for me, fight!" He's a bitch, each of us has two magazines, and when he runs out, he throws a grenade at me."

The veteran's judgment was not wrong.

In order to prevent accidental injury to our own people, the 24 heavy machine guns at the rear gradually stopped firing, and less than half of the grenadiers were still throwing. The killing has become secondary, and its main purpose is to form gunpowder in front of the Chinese position. It makes its line of sight worse and covers the infantry's charge.

"Kill the chicken!" The roar of the Japanese front-line commander even spread to the Chinese trenches.

The muffled 'dong dong' sound of the Japanese army's heavy leather boots on the ground even overwhelmed the explosion of the grenade at that moment, making one's scalp numb.

It was a charge of nearly 800 people, even on the 1500-meter-long defense line, it seemed densely packed.

Under the reflection of the afterglow of the flares, almost every 5 meters, you can see the figure of a Japanese soldier with a bayonet rifle already loaded.

From 150 meters away, the Japanese army entered a state of full-speed charge.

If there is no accident, they will be able to rush to the Chinese position in 25 seconds.

The tip of the bayonet shone coldly in the white light, showing the determination and courage of the Japanese army to attack.

China continues to remain silent.

As if they never existed.

In the field 600 meters behind the Japanese army, the two majors clenched their hands at the same time.

They believed in the bravery of their subordinates, but they also knew the tenacity of their opponents. In the past six days, although their opponents were in a state of distress, they also made their heads dizzy.

How will the opponent deal with their hard punch?
Quiet, more terrifying than the response of a rain of blazing bullets.

The intuition of the battlefield reminded them that perhaps what awaited them was not what they wanted to see.

However, overwhelmed water is hard to recover.

Looking forward and backward is not allowed on the battlefield.

The two Japanese army majors who were so nervous that their faces froze hated their intuition.

It was really an incomparable torment.

During the period when the Japanese infantry rushed 100 meters.

But when the flames started to splash on the Chinese position, and the Japanese army fell down in pieces, the khaki-yellow advancing bravely was like a huge wave hitting the reef, and the moment it could only turn back.

The two major Japanese soldiers knew what real pain is.

(End of this chapter)