march to victory

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Dozens of grenades basically exploded within two seconds, and the density and lethality of the explosions were far from being as simple as one plus one.

The air waves produced by the explosion of each grenade are constantly superimposed, and constantly impact the surroundings, flying sand and rocks, shaking the ground... Just such a wave of grenades killed at least half of the little devils.Even those who were not injured by the explosion were dizzy from the sound of the explosions so close at hand, and seemed a little stunned for a while.

However, the little devils are well-trained soldiers. No matter how they were bombed, they knew very well in their hearts that the enemy was close at hand, and their lives were in danger.

Immediately, amidst the shouts of killing, the little devils shook their heads and stood up to meet the enemy. Many injured little devils also stood up to meet the enemy. To pick up a gun, aim at the Eighth Route Army soldiers who have already rushed in front of you, ignore the falling sword, and shoot at the opponent with all your strength, or pick up the gun and stab straight, making it clear that you are planning to die and take a back... Such behavior... , I have to sigh, the little devil's fighting power is really tenacious.Of course, on the other hand, the effect of the long-term brainwashing of the little devil by militarism is really deep.

The soldiers of the [-]th Battalion and [-]st Company of the Assault Regiment naturally wouldn't lag behind the little devil in terms of fighting beliefs, and they all fought bravely.

Zhang Jie is an ordinary soldier in the company. He has joined the company for more than five months. He has been on the battlefield several times, but he has not been injured. Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, Zhang Jie is not a real veteran.

Because in everyone's eyes, no matter how long you have been in the army, it can only show that you have a long service life and cannot be regarded as a real veteran.And a real veteran must have been wounded on the battlefield.This injury is not only a proof of personal bravery, but also a personal lifelong honor.

For this, Zhang Jie kept holding back his breath, because he felt very wronged: I also wanted to be injured, and I also wanted to be like Da Mao who joined the assault group in the same village. When I returned to the village during the Chinese New Year, when I was drinking, I was asked how many little devils I had killed. , Then, he put the wine bowl on the table heavily, without any fire, directly lifted his clothes to reveal the marks of the knife wound on his abdomen, held the wine bowl in one hand, patted the scar with the other, and said proudly, "I don't I remember how many little devils I have killed, but I was injured when I fought a bayonet with a little devil... Mom, don’t cry, I know you love me, but I am a soldier, and it is my mission to defend my home and country Since you are going to fight devils, you are ready to be injured...Ermao, don't envy me, we are the only ones at home. Since I am loyal to the country, you can take good care of your parents at home. In case I sacrifice one day, It can be regarded as a credit to our family and our village..." Then, receiving the applause from the same villagers, the eyes of the girls all had a layer of admiration... How proud and enviable, but the problem is, I was lucky enough to kill the two little devils with my own hands, but I never suffered even a single punch from the enemy.Returning to the village in such a intact state, dare to brag about how powerful he is, the assurance he got was that the villagers looked at him with blank eyes: The little devil is very cruel, with your body, you will not get hurt if you fight with the little devil?Don't let other people kill devils in the front, and you pee your pants in the back, and you dare to brag to me. You didn't spit on you to death. It's because of your military uniform. Get out of here... There is no proof, If you speak by yourself, you will have no confidence, and everyone will indirectly look down on you.

Therefore, others are looking forward to not being injured on the battlefield, but Zhang Jie is only looking forward to being injured on the battlefield, and he must be injured as soon as possible... Xiaohua, who has been with his childhood sweetheart since childhood, heard something about Da Mao during the Chinese New Year After bragging, the way I looked at Da Mao was a little bit wrong, and the way I looked at myself was also wrong, so what should I do?I have to use this 'honor' to win Xiao Hua's heart back.

Today, Zhang Jie was very excited because he knew that the company he was in was the main attacker this time, and it was going to rush up to take the enemy's position, which meant that nine out of ten he would have to fight hand-to-hand with the little devil.Sometimes, the more brave you charge, the more likely you will be injured... Zhang Jie is indeed smart and experienced. He understands very well that if in normal times, he braves the enemy's artillery and charges to take away the enemy's position, then he will be injured. The danger is great. If a bullet hits him, even if he is not killed at that time, wherever the bullet hits the body, he will suffer serious injuries, and if he fails, he will lose an arm and break a leg.However, hand-to-hand combat is different. It is compared to bayonets. As long as you protect a few vital points, even if your arms and legs are stabbed by the enemy, it will basically have no effect after the injury recovers.Besides, although the little devil's bayonet skills are excellent, after training hard for so long, he is no worse than the little devil.Moreover, in terms of numbers, my side has an absolute advantage... Such various conditions make Zhang Jie really want to get hurt. Not only can he go back to show off, but he can also win the hearts of his loved ones, and even get the approval of veterans—— Just this scar.

As everyone rushed to the edge of the forest, Zhang Jie's place was slightly forward, but not the front.

When the comrades were throwing grenades at the little devils' position, many comrades shot at the dozen or so little devils with their guns.The sound of gunshots and blood splatters immediately excited Zhang Jie.He even looked at the eyes of those little devils, no matter how he looked at them, he felt that these little devils were not human beings, but medals-the honor was right in front of him!

I don't know if he was too excited, or too thirsty for honor. After the grenade exploded, Zhang Jie was the first to get up, holding a big knife, shouting "Kill the little devils!", and the first to greet the little devils The person who rushed past.

Zhang Jie's luck is still good, which makes people sigh that God is unfair.

Zhang Jie was obviously the first one to rush out of the forest, and then he kept rushing to the front. Normally, at this time, the little devil would concentrate his firepower and deal with Zhang Jie first, so as to put some pressure on the people behind.But with the little devil's marksmanship, Zhang Jie is basically dead.

But the reality is: at a distance of about ten meters, the guns of the five little devils who were not killed were clearly aimed at Zhang Jie, but the bullets seemed to go around Zhang Jie.The two comrades beside Zhang Jie fell down, but Zhang Jie not only did nothing wrong, he was the first to rush to the nearest little devil.

The little devil was obviously seriously injured, because when Zhang Jie rushed over, he obviously wanted to stand up, but he supported himself with both hands, but instead of standing up, he fell to the ground all at once.

He turned around when Zhang Jie was already standing beside him, but in the end, Zhang Jie was not polite to him at all: he stepped hard on the back of the little devil with his left foot, held the knife with the tip of the knife in both hands, and slammed his hands hard He inserted it hard, twisted the blade again, and pulled out the big knife with all his strength.

A stream of blood rushed straight to Zhang Jie's face and body, but Zhang Jie just wiped the blood on his face with his left hand, glared fiercely at the little devil he had killed, and rushed to the next little devil.

Soon, Zhang Jie confronted a little devil.

However, when Zhang Jie and the little devil grabbed each other's shoulders with both hands, comparing strength and wrestling, Zhang Jie felt that his strength was a little stronger than the other's, and when he was getting more and more sure of throwing the little devil down, suddenly, Zhang Jie I felt the opponent's body suddenly tremble, and then, the opponent's strength slumped, and he fell down very quickly.

Zhang Jie looked at the little devil who was dying, and then at Da Mao two meters away from the front, and the bayonet in Da Mao's hand was dripping blood. He immediately understood: Da Mao helped him kill this little devil.

In normal times, Zhang Jie would definitely be grateful to Da Mao, but now, Zhang Jie is very unhappy, even a little angry: I'm going to throw this little devil to the ground, you came here to pick up cheap, do you want to be embarrassed?

"Big Mao, you don't fucking kill the devils, but you specifically rob me of the results of the battle, what do you mean?"

"Xiaojie, stop chattering with me. My old brother is saving your life. You don't thank your brother, and you say that your brother took the credit for your work. Is this human? Besides, when you come back during the Chinese New Year, you Mother has been asking me to take good care of you, or else I will beat me to death with the sole of my shoe, you say, do I dare not take care of you? If you are going to get hurt, do I still have the face to go back? "

It's okay not to mention the injury, but once the injury was mentioned, Zhang Jie was immediately irritated, and he asked angrily, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Hmph! I'm too lazy to talk to you." Da Mao glanced at Zhang Jie disdainfully, turned around and went to fight the little devil.

Zhang Jie was not willing to let Mao go, but just as he was about to catch up, he heard the roar of the squad leader behind him: "Comrades are fighting the enemy bravely, and you two are chatting here. Why, do you think you are superior?"

Zhang Jie didn't even think about it, and ran to the other side without looking back.

After running more than ten meters away, Da Mao saw seven or eight meters in front of him, a little devil stabbed an Eighth Route Army soldier, and then, the little devil quickly drew back his gun, and then quickly stabbed the soldier in the chest .

Because the soldier was stabbed in the abdomen, his body began to bow forward slightly, and his legs became weak.But as if the little devil wanted to kill him immediately, he stabbed again, and this time, the soldier fell to the ground.

Just then, the little devil stepped on the soldier's chest with one foot, and drew out his bayonet with a sneer.

This scene made Zhang Jie furious: Zhang Jie couldn't call out the name of the soldier who was stabbed to death, he just felt familiar, but no matter what, this was his comrade in arms.And his comrade-in-arms was stabbed twice by the little devil in front of his eyes and died. How can this make people not angry?

Zhang Jie felt that his blood was hot, and his mind was full of one thought: kill this little devil who deserves to be hacked into pieces.

Without thinking too much, he rushed towards the little devil immediately.

That little devil obviously also noticed Zhang Jie, no, seeing Zhang Jie rushing over, his body bowed slightly, his hands tightly held the [-] cover with the bayonet, his legs sank slightly, Already ready to meet the enemy.

"I'm going to kill you!"

When he was about two meters away from the little devil, Zhang Jie jumped up, raised his big knife with both hands, and slashed at the little devil...