This is a violation.

However, none of the soldiers of the Independent Regiment shouted this word.

"Alright, then I'll give you a fight." Geng Dashan stared at the veteran of the Jin Suijun in front of him, who was definitely over thirty-five years old, and flashed a trace of respect.

At the same time, a trace of tears flashed.

He had seen this indomitable fighting spirit in his comrades. It was the fiercest time of Luo Wenyu's battle, and a soldier who had carried a box of 30 kilograms of artillery shells for a day was so tired that he couldn't even bend his waist, but he was still stubborn and still had to move.

In the end, he had no strength to resist the shell box to his shoulder, and crawled to the cannon little by little from the position where the shells were stored five hundred meters away.

That was also one of the four soldiers who died in the battle of Luo Wenyu in his third platoon, but he was not killed by the artillery fire of the Japanese invaders' crazy revenge, but died of exhaustion.

He lay silently in the trench where he had ordered him to rest, dying silently. By the time they were discovered, it was already early in the morning.

The cold wind from the north blew on the young face, which was already gray, and could only blow his eyelashes, but could no longer blow his eyes.

When he went to move the last box of artillery shells, he said to Geng Dashan, who was the platoon commander: "I can still move the Japanese devils before I finish fighting them." ”

He had no strength with his back bent, and his eyes were as firm and unyielding as the opponent in front of him.

However, Geng Dashan failed to win a medal for him who died silently, not only because he couldn't count the number of enemies he killed. also because he was not a gunner or a soldier, but only a strong man who was rationed to his artillery platoon, because he did not pass the recruit assessment, he did not join the army. And there are too many fighters for the independent regiment to be rewarded。。。。。。

But in Geng Dashan's heart, he is the most unyielding warrior, and his ashes, starting from Geng Dashan's own army, have been firmly tied to his back.

He's going to send him home, that Shaanxi Lengwa.

There is no mercy, there is no ostentatious heads-up, since it is a battle, it is to kill the enemy as quickly as possible and save yourself.

The soldiers of the independent regiment who still refused to give in to the veterans roared in unison, brazenly shooting, even if the veterans did not care about the nearly ten spears that stabbed at him, and stabbed Geng Dashan who was closest to him, but he still failed, and the two soldiers beside Geng Dashan stretched out their guns and opened his wooden guns.

And he, the front chest and back were stabbed by wooden spears, and the white lime powder even splashed in all directions because of the violent stabbing movement.

It can be seen that the strength of these ten guns is huge, and as soldiers, the soldiers of the independent regiment expressed their respect for the indomitable fighters with all their might.

This indomitable veteran is someone who deserves their full strength to fight.

Warriors, who need mercy that never represents contempt.

Two lines of tears silently flowed from the eyes of the frozen veteran, dropped the gun in his hand, squatted down suddenly, and cried with his hands in his hands.

What he cried was not that he had failed in the end, but that he had tried his best, but he still couldn't save face for his troops.

14 against 40, the independent regiment won the competition this time with a completely crushing situation.

Except for the howling and crying of the veteran in the center of the field who chose to violate the rules and choose to be unyielding, the audience was silent, and there were tens of thousands of people in the two armies, and no one made a sound.

As soldiers, they all know that it is because of what can make a man in his thirties and a hard body cry in front of tens of thousands of people.

That's because, the honor of the warriors.

He just wanted to preserve the honor of his own warriors.

As a 278 regiment recruit stabbing instructor, Long Zhongwei, who has been in the army for eight years, can almost be regarded as the first person in the 278th regiment, but he didn't expect that he would exchange death for death, and his proud stabbing technique did not allow him to exchange even the battle damage of even an enemy for himself and his comrades, and the strength of the opponent made people almost desperate.

Yes, the veteran's name is Long Zhongwei, not his rank, even if this name gives him a lot of advantage, so that almost all the commanders and comrades-in-arms now only call him by the nickname "Old Dragon", and seem to have forgotten his real name.

"Veteran, give, rub, the battle is over."

A handkerchief was handed to Long Zhongwei, who had never cried so sadly in his life.

"Woo, we're all dead. No, it's a loss. ”

Long Zhongwei, who suddenly woke up, suddenly realized that he was still on the martial arts field, and there were not only tens of thousands of soldiers of the two armies watching the battle around, but also the division seat, the brigade seat, and the regimental seat, which were all big people who could only look up when his neck could be broken.

Long Zhongwei, who picked up a handkerchief and wiped a few handfuls on his face, hurriedly stood up, looked at the silence with his slightly red and swollen eyes, and gave a military salute to Geng Dashan with some apologies: "Sir, we lost." ”

"No, veteran, you didn't lose." Geng Dashan seriously returned a military salute. "It was you who let us see the strength of the Jin Sui army, and you are not weak."

When Long Zhongwei was still a little stunned, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment who were still standing around gave him a military salute.

It was a tribute to his indomitable fighting spirit.

A warrior who still unyieldingly charges in a desperate situation of certain death is worthy of the military salute of all warriors.

After a brief silence, the soldiers on either side erupted in deafening applause.

It is a contest in which the loser does not lament that the winner does not cheer, because it is a military salute peculiar to the warriors.

"Brother Liu, I, Lao Li, know how you won the Eighth Division." Lao Li, who had been watching the field without saying a word, shook his head and sighed when the thunderous applause rang out.

There was a little more intimacy in the tone.

It is not only the arrogant style of the soldiers of the independent regiment in the field, but the atmospheric military salute of the victor, which is enough to make people's hearts break.

An army with such a spirit is indeed terrifying.

"Sir Li, your subordinates are equally wonderful, that soldier made me see the legendary "stubbornness" of the Jin Sui army, I think, I should take back my words. Liu Lang shook his head and said very seriously.

"Haha, brother! Don't be busy taking it back, wait for you and me to finish the next two games, although your independent group has won two games in a row, but the last two games may not necessarily be who wins! Comrade Lao Li suddenly laughed and said.

Geng Dashan's artillery platoon gave the last military salute to ease the atmosphere of the two armies pulling arrows and crossbows caused by Liu Lang's words, but it aroused the arrogance of Comrade Lao Li. Not to mention that he was bound to win the last artillery contest, and it is not that he has no chance of winning the next weight-bearing march.

Shanxi is already mountainous, and the hard-working quality of Shanxi soldiers is also well-known throughout the country, and it is common to run in the mountains in full armor, which must also be a strong point.

Besides, he can still choose people!

Lao Li is already iron-hearted this time, he still doesn't believe it, the independent regiment is elite, but it can't train all the recruits to be elite!

That's right, Comrade Lao Li simply didn't let Liu Tanfu pick people this time, and directly took the initiative to go out and be a "thick-skinned" again.

In Liu Lang's somewhat painful face, Comrade Li, who completely relaxed his heart, went straight to the recruit company of the Independent Regiment.

In the stunned eyes of the second cargo man, Lao Li pointed directly at the thin "Thirteen Thousands" and the "Cai Snot" with withered yellow hair。。。。。。 "You, you, you, and you, all go with Lao Tzu, and it's you."

Damn, this 。。。。。。

Forget about picking recruits, Lao Li doesn't pick a strong guy like a second cargo man, he picks out recruits who are thin and small, and there are still some malnourished recruits at first glance, and even a little guy like Thirteen who is only sixteen years old, Lao Li picked it out with a smile.

Liu Lang looked at Comrade Li, who had already relaxed his heart, you are like this, it's not good!

Of course, Liu Lang's egg pain is not because of his group of selected recruits, but more because of the old Comrade Li who has been completely "shameless" and is quite proud.

PS: I would like to dedicate this chapter to the veterans who gave their lives and youth for the peace and tranquility of the republic.