The jade disk-sized moon drilled out of the dark and heavy clouds, and the cold light sprinkled on the hill full of corpses, like a Shura purgatory, making people's scalps tingle. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The incendiary bombs burned the shrubs and grass of the mountains, and the blackened wooden stakes smoked in the night, and the thunderbolts had not yet been extinguished, and they were beating and swaying like ghostly fires.

The surviving brethren were half blackened and half bloodied, limp in the trenches, their thirsty throats burning as if they were about to crack.

In order to conquer this mountain, the devil used all kinds of weapons, but they were all pushed back by the brothers, who were like hard stones, and the devils were angry but helpless.

"Look at the devil probably won't come tonight."

The captain and company commander Wang Huzi, whose clothes were tattered and dirty, lay on a pile of corpses, looked at the brightly lit devil camp in the distance of the mountain range without the slightest movement, turned over and lay down on his back.

Looking at the full moon half-hidden by the clouds, I suddenly thought of the small village in the ravine of my hometown, if it were not for this damn war, I am afraid that I would never have walked out of that ravine for the rest of my life.

He sighed, the family was eating around the fire pit at this time of the day, although the meal was simple but warm......

Just as he was thinking about suddenly smelling the smell of burnt corpses wafting over with the mountain wind, Wang Huzi began to curse the little devil fiercely in his heart as if he had been disturbed by a good thing.

If there were no invaders like little devils, how could these people live this precarious life, looking at the corpses stacked around him, he smiled self-deprecatingly, he finally lived one more day.

"Battalion deputy, is there any smoke?"

Wang Huzi looked at the old smoking gun who was intently observing the devil's camp at the bottom of the mountain, and gently pushed him with his elbow.

The old smoking gun turned his head to look at Wang Huzi, retracted his head, turned around and sat down against the wall of the trench, and touched his waist for a long time before remembering that his dry smoking gun had been blown up by the devil during the day.

Since he entered the war, he has forgotten that his dry smoking gun has changed a few times, just like the brothers around him, dying batch after batch, that enthusiasm for protecting the family and defending the country has long been numbed by the cruel war, and now he just wants to live.

"I've got a cigarette here—"

Wang Dongming, a warrior with a black face like a ghost, held a large stack of things in his arms and carefully drilled out of the cat's waist next to him, it was too dark, and he accidentally tripped over the corpse under his feet, and all the things in his arms fell into the trench.

"You fake devil, you're picking up dead people's stuff again?" The deputy battalion commander's old eyes were looking for cigarettes among the piles of things, and asked Wang Dongming casually.

Wang Dongming smiled: "The little devils have all gone to report to Lord Yan, and the things left behind are all due to honor our brothers." ”

The old smoker looked at this intellectual who could speak Japanese, and he was full of emotion in his heart, when he saw the corpse on the battlefield of Lanfeng, he vomited, and now he dared to touch things on the corpse, war can really temper people.

"Where's the smoke?" The company commander Wang Huzi groped for a long time in the pile of dead people, but found that there was not a single cigarette, and raised his head to ask.

Wang Dongming smiled and took out two boxes of crumpled cigarettes with body temperature from his arms, and handed them to Wang Hu and the old smoking gun flatteringly.

"You're a fake devil, just as bad as a real devil." Wang Huzi lit a cigarette, took a beautiful puff, and did not forget to count Wang Dongming who was left aside.

Wang Dongming didn't refute, he leaned over to the old smoking gun and asked softly: "Battalion deputy, how long do you think we have to fight this battle?" When will you retreat? ”

"What? Don't want to fight? Wang Huzi took a puff of cigarette, lay down on the corpse in a comfortable position, and reminded: "I said that you kid usually cheats and cheats, and we will turn a blind eye and pass, but if you want to be a deserter, you should dispel this idea as soon as possible." ”

"You know the Warzone Overseers, they have guns right behind us, and those guys who are promoted by killing their own people want you to be a deserter, kill you, and take your head to ask for credit."

Wang Huzi said seriously, Wang Dongming's face changed: "I won't be a deserter......

The old smoker looked at Wang Dongming and was so frightened by Wang Huzi's words that he was silent, for the sake of the cigarette, he patted him on the shoulder and said: "Okay, follow our group to fight well, you will definitely be able to live, your good friend in the hospital is still yours, if you become a deserter, there will be nothing." ”

Wang Dongming was a little embarrassed as if he had been poked in his heart, but his gaze became firm again.

Yang Ling's troops of the 301st Regiment have been fighting at high intensity since they went to the battlefield, and they have fought several bloody battles with the little devils during the day, and suffered heavy casualties.

Although the gunfire of the night had stopped, the painful wails and groans of the seriously wounded lying in the trenches made the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

The regiment commander Zhang Handuo and the deputy regiment commander led several guards to walk around the various positions along the mountains, looked at the brothers who were covered in blood and tired faces, and mobilized and encouraged them.

"We can lose the battle, we can die! But we will definitely not bow our heads! We will not surrender, even if we fight to the death, it will make the little devils pay a great price! I, Zhang Handuo, will fight side by side with you! Until the last moment! ”

The hoarse voice of Regiment Leader Zhang Handuo echoed in the positions everywhere, although the brothers had the courage to persevere, but hunger and exhaustion were constantly eroding the combat effectiveness of the brothers, and more importantly, the lack of ammunition.

Although the two commanders were more determined than ever before the brothers, their faces became solemn again when they returned to the half-blown command post.

They can't send the wounded now, and they have no medicine to treat them, so they can only lie there and wait for the wound to become infected and suppurated, which makes Yang Ling and them very worried.

They had the courage to defend the place, but they did not carry much dry food when they set out from De'an, and now that they were running out of food, the brothers had to go and pull up the dead and what they had to eat.

Almost all the light and heavy machine guns were blown up, the grenades were almost thrown away, and all the weapons were replaced by the weapons of the little devils, and the lack of ammunition put them in a critical situation and the conditions were unprecedentedly difficult.

"Did the call connect?"

Zhang Handuo stood up after a long silence, he knew that these things had to be resolved tonight, otherwise they would not be able to hold their positions tomorrow.

The communications platoon commander shook his head: "The telephone line has been blown up, and the two groups of brothers sent out have not returned. ”

"Send someone again, find the place where the blow up, and you have to get the phone connected."

Zhang Handuo and the others have now lost contact with the brigade headquarters, although they heard gunfire still on the surrounding hills when it was almost dark, and the friendly troops were still holding out.

However, because the telephone line was blown up, he lost contact with the surrounding friendly forces and brigade headquarters, but he did not know the specific situation around him, which made Zhang Handuo, who was accustomed to obeying the command of his superiors, very unaccustomed to it.