But this advantage didn't last long.

The Japanese invaders, provoked by the incessant howls of their colleagues, were undoubtedly brutal, and when they realized that identification could push them into the abyss of death, the remaining Japanese troops resorted to the strategy of shooting or stabbing as long as they approached them.

Originally, the Japanese army was mixed up like this, Cheng Yuanshan and the 200 officers and soldiers led by him were already extremely good, if they chose to stand still, the number of Japanese soldiers who were far more than them could make them suffer casualties, and they would definitely win this dark battle with very few casualties, and write a glorious battle in the history of the Chinese nation's War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

However, they can't, they have to buy time, they have to kill the devil before the Japanese reinforcements arrive.

They must complete the combat mission of blowing up heavy artillery.

The soldiers of the troubled independent regiment resolutely threw out the grenades they were carrying, looking for the existence of the enemy by the bright light of the explosion.

In the flames of the explosion, the panicked figure of the Japanese invader was reflected, and at the same time, his own shadow was exposed. The fall of several Japanese soldiers was often accompanied by a soldier of the Independent Regiment being targeted by the muzzle of an unknown number of Japanese soldiers around him.

But no one has stopped this almost suicidal behavior, giving up the chance to continue living, they are just trading for their comrades the opportunity to complete the combat mission, even if it may not be completed.

However, they have done their best.

Cheng Yuanshan burst into tears.

Ling Hong and Xiao Fenghua in the distance burst into tears.

The shooters lying 300 meters away with Surotong machine guns and MG42 machine guns burst into tears.

In the firelight, the comrades-in-arms fell one by one, but they couldn't do anything, what a kind of heartache it was.

Ling Hong wants to roar, you guys retreat! You have done everything you can. However, he couldn't roar, because he knew that Cheng Guangyuan and the soldiers had already made their choice, and it was the last roar of a group of soldiers against the invaders.

The heavy artillery must be destroyed, and the heavy artillery that can shoot hundreds of kilograms of shells is preceded by thousands of men of the Independent Regiment and the 3rd Regiment of the 288th and 289th Regiments. More importantly, there are hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of Chinese behind the Great Wall, who cannot let the artillery fire blow up on the heads of their compatriots.

The fat man once said that if one person retreats, a hundred people will retreat, and a hundred people will retreat, and ten thousand people will retreat; If one person does not retreat, tens of millions of people will not retreat, and if tens of millions of people do not retreat, the whole country will not retreat.

In that case, let's not go back!

He put his finger in his mouth and gave a sharp whistle, which was the order to retreat the two special forces he led, and this battle was no longer up to that person.

Looking at the latest sniper rifle in the regiment in his hand, Ling Hong sighed secretly, he was really reluctant! Ling Hong, who was reluctant, did not hesitate at all, hung a grenade on the rifle and threw it far away, and the rifle with a range of up to 800 meters was instantly blown into parts.

Ling Hong pulled out the two three-edged military thorns inserted in the sides of his left and right legs, and rushed out without hesitation, rushing to a melee battlefield in front of him.

Since his comrades-in-arms have made a choice, then he will also accompany them to go crazy! Even if this kind of madness comes at a cost of life. No matter how good a special soldier is, in a chaotic battlefield where several rifles can be aimed at at any time and there are no enemies in the dark, there is no greater chance of survival than a groom.

Life and death are no longer controlled by themselves, they all depend on the destiny of heaven.

Didn't Ling Hong know? No, he knows. Just as he knew that his comrades who were still on the battlefield knew it.

Still, he was going. Not as a so-called elite, he is now a warrior, a warrior who is willing to accompany his comrades to face death.

"Boom, boom" Two loud noises came from behind Ling Hong, and Ling Hong, who didn't look back, was cursing in his mouth: "Dog's day, disobey military orders." ”

But on his face, he was smiling, laughing with tears. There is no mischief among his soldiers.

Then let's die together! Wherever you go to Lord Yama, you can have someone to accompany you.

"Sir, I will be your soldier again in the next life." Ling Hong roared and threw a military thorn.

Ten meters away, the head of a Japanese soldier was pierced by the thorn of the Triangular Army, and the hard skull was like tofu in front of the Thorn of the Triangular Army.

Ling Hong didn't see that on the other side of the position, Xiao Fenghua also made the same choice.

Several special forces who were supposed to stay a few hundred meters away and escape thousands of miles away with a single miss, like moths to a fire, rushed into this flesh-and-blood battlefield shrouded in darkness with both cold and hot weapons.

The reinforcements Ishii Nakasa was waiting for hadn't arrived yet, and perhaps, he couldn't wait.

Because of an accident, the commanders of the two infantry squadrons actually violated the military orders of their own brigade commanders, and when they were still four miles away from the heavy artillery brigade and still ten minutes away from the sky, they turned around and frantically pounced on another position.

There, the location of the headquarters of the Eighth Division, and the terrible thing was that there was a soaring fire and the sound of rumbling shells.

Almost without hesitation, the two Japanese squadron leaders immediately led their troops in the direction of the headquarters. The heavy artillery brigade can be finished, but His Excellency the division commander must not have an accident. The pyramid structure of the Japanese army was strictly respectful and inferior, so that all Japanese troops had no objection to the choice made by the two commanders.

Everyone did not know that after the Kong Ming lantern that ordered Cheng Yuanshan to launch a surprise attack on the Japanese artillery unit was raised. Liu Lang went to the telegraph room of the communication platoon and ordered the telegraph operator to repeatedly call a set of ciphertext to a radio station, and the content of the ciphertext was the resurrection of two Chinese characters ----.

The target radio station was a company of troops ---- death that had already been judged to be killed.

It's just the magical resurrection of the group, and the daring death company who died in battle can even be resurrected in general? In the telegrapher's eyes widened in astonishment, the radio received a message from a station that had been called countless times but had never responded.

72，38。。。。。。。 Looking at the telegram translated by the operator, Liu Lang showed a smile on his face for the first time, Zhou Shiyu did not disappoint him after all, he left the seeds of Nirvana rebirth for the Dare to Die.

72 is the number of people who dare to die and are still alive, and 38 is the number of people who can still fight. They all live in the pit that they blew up.

The Japanese would never have dreamed that someone would bury them alive, and that really takes courage. However, they didn't know that at the beginning of the design of the tunnel, Liu Lang had planned for the worst, leaving a few extremely hidden air outlets in one of the tunnels, as well as an exit located on the cliff, as long as the Japanese were not bored enough to hang in the air to view the scenery of the cliff, they would not find this exit.

Liu Lang and the Death Company were successful, a full 72 people, 24 seriously wounded and 38 soldiers spent eight days in the narrow tunnel, fixed at 8 o'clock every day for half an hour, then turned off the silence, and finally waited for the order from the regiment headquarters.

And this can still fight 38 people, and it is also the sharpest knife in Liu Lang's plan, which definitely poked the chest of the Eighth Division, not only chest pain, but also very fatal.

It was so fatal that even if all the Japanese artillery and baggage were blown up, the pain could not be compared.