march to victory

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

A burst of dense shells exploded in the woods where the platoon leader was.

It seems dense, but if you count carefully, you will find that the number of shells in this batch is at least three less than the number of shells that fell when shelling the big man just now.In other words, the artillery platoon leader's few shells just now were effective, at least they should have blown up the little devil's three small steel cannons.

Of course, this does not help the overall situation and strength of the artillery battle.

One of the shells was only about three meters away from the platoon leader, but miraculously not only did not damage the platoon leader at all, even the small steel cannon that the platoon leader was holding on to was not affected by the air wave.The only regret is that the huge explosion caused the platoon leader's ears to bleed a little, causing temporary tinnitus in both ears.

"Ah~!"

This kind of tinnitus was very ear-piercing, and it made the platoon leader's head buzzing, with a feeling of swelling and pain, and the platoon leader couldn't help but yelled in pain.But even so, the platoon leader's body and hands didn't move at all.

After the first round of shells exploded, the platoon leader shook his head subconsciously, not only to shake off the dust and rotten leaves on his head, but also to make the buzzing in his head quiet down, which was really painful.

However, the platoon leader knew better that time was running out, and he had to shoot out the shells in his hand before the next wave of shells came from the little devil.

So, the platoon leader struggled to get up, but his feet slipped and he fell to the ground again.As a last resort, the platoon leader had no choice but to grab the two cannonballs with his left hand, hold them tightly, and propped himself on the ground with his right hand, climbed behind the small steel cannon, half-kneeled and straightened up, then stretched out his right thumb, gestured forward, Then quickly checked the scale of the small steel cannon, and after confirming that it was correct, he tremblingly placed a cannonball on the muzzle, and let go...

"Boom!"

The platoon leader quickly picked up the binoculars and looked at the results carefully.

"Hey~!"

"boom!"

"Ha ha!"

Seeing the shells exploding on the artillery position of the little devils, and even, in the flash of the fire, in the binoculars, the platoon leader clearly saw the scene of the three little devils being blown away by the shells, the platoon leader couldn't help laughing happily up.

Then, a thought flashed through his mind: the last shell was fired, and he had to make good use of it, should he shift his position, or...

Then, there is no then.

Just as the platoon leader was thinking, suddenly, he saw a flame suddenly appearing in front of him, and then he felt his body lighten up, and a wave of heat hit his face and covered his whole body... It felt like his whole body was being hit by someone with a sledgehammer. It came so hard that he couldn't help but spit out blood.

However, a sentence suddenly flashed in the platoon leader's mind: It turns out that this is the feeling of being hit by a shell... From a certain point of view, with the platoon leader's experience in avoiding shells, if it weren't for tinnitus, he would not be able to hear the incoming bombs. With the sound of a shell piercing the air, the platoon leader will have great confidence in avoiding this shell.However, it was really a pity that he didn't notice it at all because of the ringing in the ears of the platoon leader from the previous shell.

In the end, the platoon leader felt a chill in his chest, as if something had pierced him, and he couldn't help but spit blood out again...

I couldn't help but look down at my heart, only to realize that at some point, there was a broken branch sticking out five or six centimeters in front of my chest, and it was dripping with flesh and blood.As for the area around the heart, a large area has been soaked with blood, and it is still rapidly getting wet and expanding.

The platoon leader understood that this time, he couldn't go back and fight devils with his comrades.

However, the platoon leader did not regret it at all. Since he had embarked on this path, he never thought about going to the battlefield alive.

However, the only regret is that the mission was not completed and the little devil's artillery position was not blown up.

Thinking of this, the platoon leader slightly raised his head and glanced at the opposite side, and then, thinking of the last cannonball that his left hand had been holding tightly, he couldn't help but look down at his left hand, only to find that his left hand was still holding the cannonball tightly, but he wanted to lift the cannonball up. High point, but nothing to do.He couldn't even move his left hand, but it caused the platoon leader's mouth to bleed continuously.

Forget it, try your best, try your best!

The platoon leader raised his right hand with difficulty, took out a cigarette case tremblingly from his pocket, brought it to his mouth slowly, picked up a cigarette, and then slowly took out the matchbox, but, with one hand, The matchbox couldn't be opened no matter what... In the end, the platoon leader's right hand suddenly paralyzed, his head turned, and he died a heroic death for the country!

The platoon leader failed to blow up the little devil's artillery position in the end, but his bravery and fearlessness, and his sacrifice spirit of daring to face death for the survival of the nation, is worthy of the eternal memory of future generations.

About 3 minutes later, the little devil saw that there were no more shells here, so he stopped shelling.After waiting for a few more minutes, seeing that there was still no counterattack from this side, it seemed that they had guessed the situation here, and there was no further shelling on this side.Instead, they moved their positions urgently. From this point of view, the platoon leader and the others had completed their mission: just two small steel cannons forced the little devil's artillery positions to move urgently.

Soon, the big man appeared in front of the platoon leader's body clutching his right arm... The big man's right shoulder was injured, and when he avoided the little devil's shell just now, he was cut by the shrapnel.

He looked at the platoon leader in disbelief for a full minute.

Then, tremblingly, he reached the platoon leader's head with his left hand, and slowly tied the platoon leader to close his eyes.

Then, as if he suddenly lost his strength, the big man knelt down in front of the platoon leader, his head touched the ground, and his body twitched and wept silently—the great pain made him unable to cry even if he wanted to. .

Under the moonlight, the small steel cannon shell held by the platoon leader's left hand refracted the moonlight, making it look extraordinarily eerie with the surrounding dust.

Inadvertently, the big man saw the shell.

He wiped away his tears, and crawled to the front of the cannonball with all his limbs, grabbing like a cannonball.I caught it, but I didn't grab it, because the platoon leader's left hand was holding the shell too tightly.

Reluctantly, the big man was weeping, carefully and forcefully opened the fingers of the platoon leader's left hand one by one.

"Third senior brother, just wait, I will help you fulfill this last wish."

He got up, turned around and glanced, and locked on to the small steel cannon a few meters away, leaning under the trunk of a sand tree.The small steel cannon didn't fall apart and looked intact, which made the big man extremely anxious and rushed over quickly.

However, when he hurriedly straightened the small steel cannon and saw the oval-shaped muzzle, a sense of sadness surged from the bottom of his heart, and he asked him to hold the cannonball, raise his hands to the sky, and shouted: " Why? Why didn't I even give my senior brother a chance? Why..."

In the end, he knelt on the ground and burst into tears...

Many years later, whenever the big man thinks about the third senior brother, he can't help but ask, "Why is a waste like me still alive, but a hero like the third senior brother died?"

No one can give an answer, and no one can understand such an answer, and this is the cruelty and iron blood of war-soldiers cannot control the outcome of a war, but every soldier is experiencing the blood and flesh of war, They are the most direct victims of the war.

Although the Fourth Battalion fought fiercely with the little devil, although they were always at a disadvantage, and although the casualties continued to increase, the Fourth Battalion still stood firm, waiting, and looking forward to it.In the end, they waited for the result, the desired result.

When the sound of several little devil's cars exploding in succession came, no matter whether it was the fourth battalion commander or ordinary soldiers, it was like a shot in the arm.

Subsequently, the fourth battalion commander began to order everyone to retreat according to the prior plan.

When the sound of retreating horns spread throughout the forest, the third defense of Qinglong Mountain began to wrap up.

The battle was so fierce that both the enemy and the enemy were bloody. In many places, both the enemy and the enemy were anxious together.

Especially for the little devils, they couldn't go back to do business without eliminating the enemy in front of them. Seeing that the opponent suddenly retreated, they wanted to run away, so the little devils worked even harder.As for the retreat under the high morale of the Fourth Battalion, instead of rushing, they fought in an orderly manner, basically retreating alternately to cover each other.

But at this time, the minefields of a large number of traps arranged by the Orions on both sides of the main position of the Fourth Battalion played a huge, even decisive role: the little devil had no time or opportunity to bypass these two minefields, so he just Can only punch hard from the middle.

However, the Fourth Battalion concentrated ten light machine guns here, and arranged a platoon and ten snipers at the big opening, successfully blocking the little devil's crazy attack.In the end, at the cost of twenty soldiers, the Fourth Battalion was finally able to retreat successfully.

At this point, the third defense of Qinglong Mountain is basically over.

In this battle, the fourth battalion, including cooks and other logistics personnel, counted a total of 750 people, but 540 nine people died in the glorious battle to defend their home and country, three people were missing, 79 people were seriously injured, and almost everyone was injured.

Orion killed five people and seriously injured three. Among them, Xiang Hua did one thing: for the sake of his son's family and the inheritance of his family's incense, he first killed two little devils when he was bayoneting with the little devils, followed by the third. The little devils died together.

The sniper platoon had 35 people in advance, 21 were killed and two were seriously injured.

Judging from the cold casualty figures, whether it is the sniper platoon or the fourth battalion, it can be said that they have already fought with the little devils.

However, according to incomplete statistics, in this battle, they eliminated nearly 800 little devils and injured countless little devils.And successfully dragged the little devils to the Qinglong Mountain for a day and a night-if you count the time wasted by blowing up the little devils convoy and causing the little devils to walk on two legs, they dragged the little devils for three days and two days. Night, judging from the time, the task has been completed.After all, everyone knows that with only 800 people, facing more than 5000 well-equipped and well-trained little devils, and under the premise that they are extremely inferior in all aspects, it is already exhausting to hold the little devils for so long I did my best.Moreover, the little devil had to pay so many casualties and huge losses in supplies. I have to say that the warriors of the Fourth Battalion fought beautifully, and everyone is a hero!

Afterwards, the Eighth Route Army headquarters awarded the Fourth Battalion the honorable title of "Steel Battalion", and ordered the Assault Regiment to give priority to supplementing the Fourth Battalion's soldiers, weapons and ammunition...

What's interesting is that in the history of the little devil's battle, only 34 people were killed in this battle, but 370 people were killed... We won't say the previous sentence, but the latter sentence is very watery In addition to being big, it is not completely fake, and the minimum number of people is indeed not very fake, because when the angry little devils became angry, on the way back in an emergency, they slaughtered an entire group of people in Baoyuan County for no reason. Three villages, and counting these massacred villagers as enemies killed in battle...