Seeing everyone go down the rope one by one, Chaoyang, who was wearing a gas mask, showed a miserable smile in the mask, and just now in order to make the beard they can't find him, he quickly found a mask and put it on.

Listening to the voice of his beard calling his name for a while, Chaoyang who broke his legs, desperately endured no response, but his heart was about to break, brothers for life, let's say goodbye forever.

Since it is a farewell to death, there is no need to do superfluous forms of farewell.

Don't! My brother!

Don't! My Seven-Chain!

Chaoyang thought silently in his heart, and when the brothers on the rope had landed safely, he took out his knife and laboriously cut the rope one by one.

From then on, this place is cut off from the world like the rope that fell down the mountain, and in a little while, we will go together and goodbye! Brothers!

Lao Lin saw that everyone was gone, but he became relaxed, endured the severe pain in his legs, and threw the remaining few gas masks to the few seriously injured people around him who were also reluctant to leave.

Everyone put them on together, laboriously piled up all the weapons and ammunition they could gather around them, and then stayed quietly, looking at each other without speaking.

Even if he wears a mask like a skull, but in his eyes, he is very warm, and these are all brothers who are waiting to go on the road together.

Don't ask to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but to die on the same day and month of the same year, what is deeper than such brotherhood?

Just when everyone was about to faint in pain, the devils finally came up, and groups of devils who were also wearing gas masks bent over and came up sneakily and slowly.

"Holy shit, you guys should hurry up, the old men are dying, I can't wait." Lao Lin silently scolded the devil in his heart, and his hand was not idle, so he pulled the machine gun with the bracket removed and pulled the bolt.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters, the devil was almost in front of him, so Lao Lin pressed the index finger of his right hand on the trigger and pressed it down.

"Da Da Da!" The roar of a machine gun suddenly tore through the night sky, and it screamed harshly from the top of Zhanggu Mountain, which had been silent for a long time.

The devil thought that the Chinese soldiers were either poisoned or jumped off the mountain, but he never thought that in this Jedi, there were Chinese soldiers.

All of a sudden, the devil swept a large area, and the one behind immediately fell to the ground, but almost at the same time, several grenades rolled down from it.

When the snorting grenade rolled down, it was blocked by the devil who fell on the hillside, and with a loud bang, it exploded in the crowd where the devil fell.

That is, at a distance of about ten meters, the devils were in a hurry, and they threw grenades into the trenches above, and loud noises sounded on them.

Lao Lin and Chaoyang were blown up again, before their feet were blown off, and now their hands were also blown off, Chaoyang looked at the intestines that were blown out of the white flowers, and couldn't move, waiting for the moment when the final death came.

Lao Lin was about the same, a big hole was blown out of his right ribs, and there was no blood to shed on his body, and at the moment when he was about to die, Lao Lin tried his best to look at Zhang Gushan.

"Brothers, my Lao Lin is here, I want to take you and continue to kill devils below."

When Lao Lin closed his eyes, Tang Chaoyang couldn't stand it, looking at the inky black sky, the stars were so bright, the same as the sky in his hometown when he was a child.

"Alas! I hope I can find my way home, I hope my father and mother are still waiting for him to come back, Mom and Dad, I'm home! ”

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Lin Zhichong, commander of the 74th Company, 3rd Battalion, 305th Regiment, 153rd Brigade, 51st Division, 9th Army, a native of Quanzhou, Fujian, died in Zhang Gushan, De'an, on the evening of October 8, the 27th year of the Republic of China, at the age of 35.

Tang Chaoyang, 74th Sergeant, 3rd Platoon, 3rd Squad Leader, 3rd Company, 3rd Platoon, 3rd Battalion, 305th Regiment, 51st Division, 51st Division, 305th Regiment, was born in Tongguan, Shaanxi, on the evening of October 8, 27th year of the Republic of China, died in Zhang Gushan, De'an, at the age of 23.

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When Sangou struggled to open his eyes, he saw the face of the coveted Yang Muhua for the first time, thinking that he was dead, and saw the virtual scene in heaven.

Sangou, who didn't believe in reality, couldn't move his whole body, and felt that his teeth could still move, so he bit himself, and it hurt, it hurt, and it hurt so much that he screamed out in pain.

Can it not hurt? They all bit their mouths, and the blood flowed out, so startled that Yang Muhua screamed, and after seeing Sangou open his eyes, he was relieved.

Now seeing the blood flowing from Sangou's mouth, she was so frightened that she hurriedly checked Sangou's body again, thinking that Sangou's intracranial hemorrhage was coming out of his mouth, which was terrible, how could this be cured.

Suddenly, I saw Sangou laughing again, with a thin face that was only skinny and bones, opening his mouth, revealing two rows of blood-stained teeth, and laughing happily.

"I'm alive, Mu Hua, aren't you, you're alive too."

Yang Muhua didn't answer Sangou's words, but gritted his teeth stubbornly, his mouth was flattened and he cried suppressed, and his tears couldn't stop flowing.

Yang Muhua, who couldn't cry, didn't know if it was because of ecstasy or grievances, anyway, it was very complicated, and it hit her like a huge wave, and she couldn't help it anymore, she couldn't help it.

Since Sangou, who was covered in blood in the middle of the night last night, was lifted over, and now the sun has set in the afternoon, Sangou has been in a coma, and his eyes have never been opened, while Yang Muhua's eyes have never been closed.

Dogleg and monk together, carrying the three dogs rushed into the 51st Division Field Hospital, which was full of wounded, and they shouted Yang Muhua as soon as they entered the door, and they were still shouting when Yang Muhua rushed over, as if only Yang Muhua could save the three dogs.

Yang Muhua suddenly heard the familiar voice of the dog's legs when he called his name, he chuckled in his heart, almost couldn't stand on his feet, and immediately rushed out of the operating room, and saw the bloody Sangou at a glance.

A powerful dizziness almost knocked her down, but at this moment, I must not fall, I can't fall, Yang Muhua kept supporting herself, although she had not closed her eyes for a day and a night, and had been doing surgery on the seriously injured.

Just when the seriously injured man was about to be sent away with the last stitches, Sangou was carried in.

The nurses all knew that Sangou was Dr. Yang Muhua's husband, and they all immediately laid out new sheets, and all the surgical instruments were ready, waiting for Yang Muhua's examination and surgery.

But in the end, after Yang Muhua finished the examination, his eyes were straight, and he looked at the pile of surgical instruments blankly, and he didn't know where to start.

When the helmet strap of the three dogs was cut and the helmet was removed, what caught the eye was that the right side of the head was broken and bloody, and after cleaning it with cotton wool, it was found that a small piece of shrapnel was stuck in the skull.

The other nurses also cut the other clothes and pants of Sangou, although the old wounds on the body were new and new, and the injuries were scarred, but fortunately they were not fatal injuries, and the nurses immediately performed basic surgeries such as hemostasis, anti-inflammatory, and suturing.

It's just that the wound on the head is extremely tricky, Yang Muhua tried to use tweezers, and found that he couldn't take it off, he had to take it hard, and he could take it off, but he was afraid that it would damage Sangou's brain, and even kill him.