"I only have 18 people left in a regiment. Back then, Cao Cao's 18 cavalry in Huarong were generals, and I only had 18 soldiers left! ”

A bloody battle had just ended, and Mo Zhaoheng sat on a big rock, helplessly talking to himself.

Then he got up and took the eighteen soldiers and went to the rear headquarters to meet Luján.

At this time, Lu Han was discussing with Zhang Chong the operational deployment of attacking Yuwang Mountain tomorrow morning.

"Military seat, Commander Zhang."

Mo Zhaoheng entered the headquarters and first gave a military salute.

Lu Han saw that Mo Zhaoheng looked haggard, dusty, and blood-stained clothes, and knew what kind of brutal battle he had experienced. Luján began to feel unbearable.

"Good work, Captain Mo."

Lu Han stepped forward and patted him to show his condolences, and then said: "The 183rd Regiment was almost completely wiped out in this battle. According to my will, you take your people back to the rear first, and then make arrangements in the line. ”

Mo Zhaoheng resolutely refused, and said generously: "I am not injured, and second, I still have eighteen soldiers, how can I leave the front line!" If you can't beat me, the head of the regiment is inappropriate, go and be a squad leader! ”

Lu Han understood Mo Zhaoheng's mood at this time.

When he came out of Yunnan, the 2,500 soldiers of the 1083 Regiment were mighty, and now there are the last eighteen people left, and Mo Zhaoheng, as the head of the regiment, can not be alone. If he left the front line like this, how could Mo Zhaoheng be right about the 2,500 heroic souls.

Lu Han thought about it again and again, and said: "Okay, the military headquarters has contained 108 soldiers and sent them to you, and you rush to Huoshibu overnight to block the Japanese army in Dongzhuang."

"Yes!"

Mo Zhaoheng shouted with confidence, and saluted the military commander Lu Han with a solemn military salute, which was more like a military salute before he left.

After Mo Zhaoheng left, Zhang Chong walked up to Lu Han and sighed: "He is ready to die."

Lu Han closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed helplessly: "I can't deprive a soldier of his right to serve the country."

Mo Zhaoheng led more than 100 troops to the front line again and built a position on the right side of Huoshibu overnight according to the favorable terrain.

These 108 people came from almost all units of the 182nd and 183rd Divisions. There are Chen Wafang, Xingjialou, Wusheng Church, and those who have just come down from the Hushan position. They all have one thing in common, their original troops are gone.

After the construction of the position was completed, Mo Zhaoheng gathered everyone to make the final mobilization.

Mo Zhaoheng said impassionedly in front of the team: "You are all from different divisions, different regiments, and different companies, but you all have one name, Dian Army!" And you represent Yunnan!

Mo Zhaoheng swept everyone, and then said: "The clothes, shoes, weapons and ammunition on your bodies are all saved by the people of Yunnan Province by frugality, so we can't embarrass Yunnan, we must add glory to the people of Yunnan!" We also want to avenge the thousands of soldiers of the Dian Army who died! ”

"Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!"

The mood of the fighters began to boil. Scenes of the sacrifice of comrades-in-arms came to mind, as well as their platoon commanders, company commanders, battalion commanders, and regiment commanders.

Mo Zhaoheng didn't say anything more encouraging, he just wanted to use hatred to arouse the soldiers' will to fight. Because I also have hatred in my heart! For the 2,500 soldiers killed in the 1083 Regiment, Mo Zhaoheng decided to fight until the last moment, until he died on the battlefield. As soldiers, the battlefield is their best home!

"Boom Boom"

In the early morning, Mo Zhaoheng encountered the enemy from Dongzhuang at Huoshibu.

"Get into the position!"

Mo Zhaoheng commanded the soldiers and quickly used the terrain to launch a counterattack.

"Dadada" "......"

The warriors attacked with immense hatred, as if every bullet carried a flame of rage.

"Kill!" "Da Da Da"

Yang Zong, the commander of the machine gun platoon of the 1078th Regiment, was shooting wildly with a machine gun, thinking about avenging the regiment commander Dong Wenying.

"Bang!" A bullet went into his left rib, the bullet still outside his skin. Yang Zong was still carrying a light machine gun from east to west, and after a while, dozens of Japanese soldiers fell under his guns.

The enemy was outnumbered, and Mo Zhaoheng constantly inspired the soldiers on the battlefield and personally commanded the battle in the most dangerous places.

At the instigation of Mo Zhaoheng, the soldiers sacrificed their lives and repelled round after round of attacks by the Japanese army. At the front of the position, the corpses of hundreds of devils were lying horizontally.

The battle was close to noon, but the devil still refused to give up. It didn't take long for them to launch another tidal attack.

"Commander, the bullets are out!"

The troops on the positions ran out of ammunition and food.

"Get on the bayonet!"

Mo Zhaoheng ordered loudly, and he was the first to show his bayonet.

"Boom Boom" "Boom Boom" "Boom Boom" "......Boom Boom" "Boom Boom"

On the battlefield, the fighters fired the last grenades and bullets together.

Mo Zhaoheng stood on the position and yelled at the soldiers: "The opportunity to kill the enemy and serve the country has come, brothers, rush!"

"Kill!" "Kill!" “……”

The last remaining dozens of soldiers rushed out of the trenches like crazy and wrote their last tragedy!

Bloody hand-to-hand combat ensued between the two sides. Mo Zhaoheng stabbed one after another and killed the front of the team.

For a while, the killing cries of the soldiers of the Yunnan army overpowered the screams of the devils. The soldiers of the Dian army, under the guidance of the angry flames, the devils they once killed were crushed.

And Mo Zhaoheng fought three enemies alone, and he did not fall behind. In the midst of this tense struggle, suddenly a bullet shot into Mo Zhaoheng's chest. Immediately, Mo Zhaoheng fell in a pool of blood.

"Captain!" The soldiers of the 1083rd Regiment on the side saw this scene and ran over desperately.

"The regimental commander is still alive."

After one of the soldiers finished checking, he shouted vigorously: "Cover!"

The surrounding soldiers began to kill as they moved closer to this place.

Mo Zhaoheng was carried off the battlefield by the soldiers and urgently carried to the rear field hospital.

"Where is this?"

Mo Zhaoheng woke up from the stretcher, but he was already dying.

The soldier in front turned around and replied: "Commander, there is a canal ahead, we will take you to the hospital immediately."

Mo Zhaoheng took a breath, feeling that he couldn't lift it, knowing that his life was short. He began to struggle on the stretcher to tear off his blood-soaked garment.

"Let me down, I won't cross the canal if I die."

For Mok, the west of the canal is the rear, and the east of the canal is the front. Dying on the front line is the glory of a soldier.

"Commander...... It's coming soon. ”

The soldiers who carried Mo Zhaoheng refused to give up and continued to carry their regiment commander to the canal.

Mo Zhaoheng clutched his chest, used some strength, and said, "Execute the order." My life is short, and it is in my honor to die on the front line. I hope you satisfy a veteran's vendetta. ”

When the words were all spoken, the two soldiers helplessly put Mo Zhaoheng down with tears.

Mo Zhaoheng pointed to a big stone not far away, retained his last strength, and said slightly: "Take me to that stone."

With the support of his two comrades-in-arms, Mo Zhaoheng came to the big stone, and then wrote the words "Ambition dies before it is rewarded" with blood.

After Mo Zhaoheng finished writing, he looked up at the sky. Suddenly, a surge of air rushed up, and a burst of blood gushed out, and he died on the spot.

Mo Zhaoheng leaned back and slowly fell to the ground. Until the moment of death, he refused to cross the canal.

Mo Zhaoheng just wanted to die on the same land with the 2,000 and five soldiers of the 1083 Regiment, and a regiment commander should be with his soldiers.

(End of chapter)