Smoke obscured the sky, the battlefield was shattered by the roar of artillery fire, trenches and bunkers had been razed to the ground, and even the bloody scorched earth was mixed with stumps and flesh. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Fuck, this little devil is crazy!"

Yang Dashu saw the little devil retreating like a tide again, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly let go of the hand that was scalded by the hot barrel, and cursed fiercely.

The devil got a death order and demanded to capture Jiangyin within two days, and in just half a day, he launched six large-scale attacks, completely crazy, and caused heavy casualties to the Chinese soldiers guarding the position.

"Company commander, let's not repair the trenches." A platoon commander with his ears wrapped in bloody gauze approached Yang Dashu and asked.

"It's still a fart, the devil smashed down with artillery fire, and it blew up again." Yang Dashu pointed to the stacked corpses in front of the position and said, "Then those dead people pull back and pile up sandbags for use."

The platoon commander shrank his head hesitantly: "Company commander, those are all dead people, and it is unlucky to use them as sandbags......"

Yang Dashu kicked the platoon commander who was talking angrily: "Lucky bullshit, if there is no cover, believe it or not, if the devil rushes again, I will have to dig a pit and bury you."

Thinking of death, the platoon commander was also distracted, knowing that now is not a question of whether to discuss auspiciousness or bad luck, let's live first, he turned around and greeted without hesitation: "Don't be damn stunned, drag the dead back and pile them up!"

The men of the machine gun company began to use dead men to pile up bunkers, but they only dragged the corpses of the devil soldiers, and they spared a horse for the brothers on their side who died, and they really couldn't bear it.

"Damn, these immoral things, how can they kill people as cover." Seeing the corpses piled up by the people in the guerrilla camp, the eyes of the remaining brothers of the Northeast Army were full of disdain, although they hated the little devils, but they had not yet reached the habit of gambling with each other's corpses.

These brothers of the Northeast Army did not know that when the fighting in Shanghai was at its worst, the trench bunkers of the defenders' positions were torn apart by the heavy artillery of the devils, and the devils attacked frequently, and the waves went down and rushed up again.

They didn't have time to build bunkers, so they could only rely on those stacks of corpses to shoot, and the two sides fought fiercely in the sea of corpses for several months, fighting in the dark and bloody, and in each battle, 300,000 Chinese soldiers died on the bloody battlefield.

Major battalion commander Zhao Wenbin's feminine face was still indifferent, and the military uniform on his body was beaten to tatters like a leaky fishing net, and through those holes, you could see the scars and blood stains that penetrated the flesh inside.

"If you don't want to die, learn from them and pile up the corpses!" Zhao Wenbin's voice became hoarse, he stepped on his military boots and passed by, dropped such a sentence lightly, and went towards the gunsmoke.

Several squad and platoon commanders of the Northeast Army glanced at each other when they heard Zhao Wenbin's words, but they gritted their teeth and stood up: "Damn, if you lack virtue, you lack virtue, let's live first!" They beckoned the brothers to drag the dead to the bunkers.

"Company commander, these Northeast Army students learn very quickly." Seeing that the brothers of the Northeast Army also began to drag people to death, the fat man Tian San was gnawing on multigrain cakes in a bomb crater, but his bony eyes were staring at the battalion commander Zhao Wenbin in the smoke of gunpowder.

The old cigarette gun held a dry cigarette gun in his hand, smashing and spitting smoke rings, coupled with his face full of vicissitudes and unfazed eyes, which made him have an incomprehensible sense of mystery.

"People move to live, trees move to die, if so many people die and can't learn how to save their lives, even if they die, they deserve to die." After the old smoking gun finished speaking, he began to smash the dry smoke and spit out the fog, as if it was his lifeline.

The fat man Tian San chewed the multigrain cake and nodded thoughtfully, but these have nothing to do with him, he is here to eat food when he is a soldier, so he is too lazy to care about how many dead people there are.

"This Northeast Army is said to be a bastard with no eggs, and I don't think so, that Battalion Commander Zhao, I look more ruthless than our battalion commander." A nearby brother with an old gauze wrapped around his head broke the silence with some feeling.

The old smoker nodded approvingly, he has been a soldier for so many years, and he has seen a lot of ruthless people, but it is the first time he has seen a ruthless person like Zhao Wenbin.

Although this Zhao Wenbin Wenwen is weak like a scholar, but he is a madman who does not want to die in battle, he carried a knife to clean up the wounded soldiers of the devil like cutting melons and vegetables, and the ferocity made the old smoker still palpitate, and he did not dare to look at Zhao Wenbin's cold and narrow eyes.

As the saying goes, those who are afraid of the horizontal, those who are afraid of not dying, this Zhao Wenbin belongs to the kind of person who does not want to die, the old smoker thought in his heart, it is better to provoke him less in the future, so as not to make trouble for himself.

Although Zhao Wenbin is silent in front of people and looks as cold as an iceberg, his lifeless appearance of killing the enemy is also impressive, and no one dares to underestimate him, and the surviving brothers respect him very much.

Although the devil retreated, Yang Ling, as the battalion commander, couldn't take a break, sent people to collect ammunition, rescue the wounded, and redeploy troops to consolidate the position.

"Would you like a bite?" The devil saber captured by Zhao Wenbin was stuck in the scorched earth beside him, sat on the empty ammunition box, and raised the kettle at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's nose smelled a strong smell of alcohol, shook his head with a smile, and also found an ammunition box and sat down: "I don't drink, if you drink too much, you will make a mistake."

Yang Ling is a strict and self-disciplined person, and has always maintained a good habit of not smoking or drinking, because he knows that these two things will paralyze his nerves to a certain extent, and as a soldier, he must always keep a clear head, so he has always kept a distance from these things.

Zhao Wenbin was not angry at Yang Ling's refusal, he raised his head and poured a sip of wine into his throat, explaining: "In our northeast territory, there is ice and snow everywhere in winter, and drinking alcohol can drive away the cold."

Zhao Wenbin said and remembered the beautiful Northeast, I am afraid that the ice and snow will be piled up at this time, stay in the warm room, drink and eat meat, that day is really happy, but now I have to stay away from my hometown and fight in the cold and damp Jiangnan.

He looked at the smoky sky with a melancholy face, not knowing when he would be able to return to the white mountains and black waters, the lovely and beautiful hometown, he let out a long sigh, raised his head and poured another sip of wine, and cursed in his mouth: "Damn little devil!"

Yang Ling also felt the sadness in Zhao Wenbin's expression, and was able to understand their painful state of mind as a wanderer, and said with relief: "The little devil is arrogant for a while, and he can't be arrogant for a lifetime, as long as we work hard to kill the enemy, this Northeast will come back sooner or later."

When Zhao Wenbin heard Yang Ling's words, his face was much better: "Brother Yang, if we beat away the little devil and return to the Northeast, I will definitely invite you to taste our authentic pig-killing dishes in the Northeast."

Yang Ling stretched out his hand: "Words count!"

"It's a deal!" The two big hands were clasped tightly together.