The night faded, dawn came, and the noisy position gradually quieted down, leaving only sporadic gunfire, and a pale white mist shrouded the ruined positions of the 61st Division, and the corpses were piled up into a hill as far as the eye could see, which was extremely miserable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The young communications soldier of the 3rd Battalion stumbled along the battlefield, and from time to time he tripped over the corpses lying on the ground, his legs covered in blood-stained mud, wet, and looking embarrassed.

Looking at the dead silence of the position, the young communication soldier's face was a little pale, there were dead people everywhere, and he had never seen a living person along the way, could they all be dead? The communications soldier's eyes were a little red and swollen.

"Hey, boy, is there any smoke?" When the young communications soldier stood stunned and looked around looking for the living, a voice came from the pile of corpses next to him.

The communications soldier hurriedly turned his head to look, more than ten meters to his left, a man whose military uniform was cut to pieces by explosive chips was lying in the pile of corpses and talking to himself with his eyes open, and the man's face had a shocking blood groove, and the blood had coagulated into a dark red color, stained with smoke and dust.

Seeing that there were still living people on the battlefield, the young communications soldier was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly became excited, and he hurriedly trotted over and said: "I am Chen Guangqing, a communications soldier of the third battalion, I am looking for you Zhou Fugui, company commander, I have the latest order from the battalion, do you know where he is?" ”

"I am Zhou Fugui, the company commander of the supplementary company." The old smoker stretched out his withered hand and asked, "Is there any smoke?" Here's one. ”

The dry tobacco stick of the old smoking gun didn't know where it fell during the white-knuckle battle with the devil last night, and now that the war has stopped, he suddenly feels powerless, and wants to smoke a cigarette to lift his spirit.

The communications soldier did not expect that the tattered person in front of him was Zhou Fugui, the company commander of the supplementary company, and after a military salute, he quickly took out half a box of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the old smoking gun.

With a stabbing match, the old cigarette gun took a puff of his cigarette and leaned back against the corpse, revealing a satisfied expression: "The smoke is good." As he spoke, he kicked the rest into his pocket.

"Sit down and talk, it's easy to be a target when you're standing." The old cigarette gun smashed and smoked, perhaps because of the smoke, he kindly reminded the young communication soldier.

Chen Guangqing, a communications soldier, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat when he heard the words of the old smoking gun, and immediately squatted down and thanked the old smoking gun, he was originally a battalion commander's orderly, and the communication soldiers in the battalion were all dead, so the temporary substitute did not understand the rules of the battlefield at all.

"Tell me what the battalion has to order." The old smoker leaned against the corpse in a comfortable position and asked.

Only then did Chen Guangqing, a communications soldier, remember the purpose of his visit, and hurriedly replied: "The battalion commander said that you must hold out until dark, and then the reinforcements will come up, and we can withdraw." ”

"Alright, I got it." The old cigarette gun waved at the communications soldier, indicating that he understood.

The communication soldier looked at the dead and silent position, and then looked at the only one who was panting with the old smoking gun, and suddenly he didn't know where the old smoking gun's confidence came from.

Watching the communications soldiers crawl towards the position of the company next to him, the old cigarette gun spit smoke rings in his mouth, looking at the gray sky, damn, it's only morning, and I don't know if the supplementary company will exist by then.

"Tian Fatty, don't sleep, mother, go get some food for the big guy." When the old smoker finished smoking, he suddenly felt hungry, threw the cigarette butt into the mud, and shouted in a hoarse voice towards the bunker not far away.

The corpse of the devil blocking the Tibetan Soldier Cave was pushed away, and the fat body of the fat man Tian San came out of the Tibetan Soldier Cave, and he leaned in front of the old smoking gun and showed a bitter expression: "Company Commander, you let me get food there in this wilderness?" ”

Originally, the camp was equipped with some multigrain cakes, but they didn't know if they could survive, so they had the attitude that they would rather be a full ghost than a hungry ghost, and they ate a fine light before the war.

At this moment, a clay figure got up from the crater, looked at the fat man and the old smoking gun and said, "The dead devil should have something to eat." ”

The fat man Tian looked embarrassed on his face, looked at the mud man and said: "Even the vice, it's all dead people's things...... "For eating dead people's things, the fat man always feels a little unlucky.

Yang Ling didn't bother with the fat man, he walked straight to the corpse of a devil with a big hole in his stomach, flipped it over, untied his backpack, and poured out all the contents in one piece.

The old smoker looked at the embarrassed fat man, stretched out his leg and kicked it: "Hurry up and help." ”

After a night of fierce fighting, the remnants of the No. 33 Supplementary Company were brutally baptized and now only twelve people were alone, and when it came to this point, the living suffered more than the dead, and they had to be busy struggling for their own survival, and they were a hundred when they died.

Although the supplementary company suffered heavy losses, the devils lying on their positions also suffered a lot of casualties, and the grenade minefield set up by Yang Ling in advance directly killed at least twenty devil soldiers, and now the mutilated corpses are still there.

In hand-to-hand combat, the devil did not ask for benefits, the remnants of the soldiers are fighting with the devil with the determination of death, as long as there is still a breath of air, they will never give up killing the enemy, most of the remnants of the corpse after death can not be found, most of them pulled the grenade before they died and the devil died together.

The remnants of the soldiers knew that they couldn't stop the devils, so all they thought about in their heads was killing one and earning one, and they didn't think about going back alive at all, and even those who survived still had such thoughts.

They don't know what patriotism is, but they know that this is a national war, and they can't be a deserter and embarrass their hometown fathers and elders, so they would rather die with the devil than be a deserter, they can't afford to lose that person.

The fragrance of rice porridge wafted on the battlefield full of corpses, and the hungry remnants didn't care about the rice porridge, and directly took the bowl to their mouths, screaming hot.

The devil soldiers are not only well-equipped, but also have good food, they will also carry dry food for several days when they march and fight, every day there are five or six hundred grams of polished rice and staple foods such as biscuits, and more sugar, dried meat and other things, which not only ensure physical consumption but also ensure nutrition to a certain extent.

However, the Chinese army can't even guarantee two dry meals a day even the central teaching corps of the German armament, and when there is no war, most of the time it is two meals a day, one dry and one thin, and the local troops are even more miserable What to eat, the basic functions of the war are gnawing on the nest head, eating multigrain cakes mixed with all kinds of rice bran, not to mention nutrition, basically eating the last meal but not the next.

"Damn, the little devil eats better than the landlord Liu Laocai of our village." Luo Dayong sighed again and again while licking the bottom of the bowl.