The corpses covered in blood were stacked on the hillside in front of the Sandaoliang position, and those devils who were seriously injured and could not move were lying in the blood and moaning weakly, and they couldn't survive. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If it was on the battlefield in the past, those veterans with outstanding marksmanship would definitely be bored to practice their guns, but now that bullets are expensive, they can't be wasted, and these seriously injured devils don't have much to live anyway.

So the brothers went about their own business, letting the badly wounded and bleeding devils lie on the ground and groan, watching them crawl inch by inch in the direction of the devil troops, and then die halfway down.

The repulsed devil soldiers looked at their comrades who were lying in the barren grass and ravines and groaned in pain, and sent dozens of devils under the cover of a few machine guns to snatch their wounded back.

But how could the brothers who had already snatched the ammunition from the devil let the devil get his wish, and the veterans lay down in their positions and calmly aimed and fired.

They shot at the ghost soldiers who rushed at them one by one, hitting their heads like ripe watermelons, and spraying red and white all over the ground.

The veterans have fought countless vicious battles and bloody battles, and the marksmanship fed by the bullets has long been on par with the devils, although they can't hit every shot, but the hit rate is also extremely high.

Some veterans shot calmly, some hit the devil's head, and some also lacked morality to hit the devil's thigh, so that the devils who rushed over fell a lot, not only did not carry the wounded back, but left more than a dozen wounded who were lying on the ground and shouting.

The precise marksmanship of those guns and guns made the devil also shocked, and the secret passage encountered hard stubble, so he let those wounded soldiers twitch and moan on the ground, and did not dare to run over and grab back again.

The devil soldiers who proudly raised their heads to the sky suffered a loss, and they no longer launched a reckless attack, they quickly deployed under the reprimand of the officers, and seized some commanding heights on both sides of the road.

More devil soldiers received orders to assemble in front of them to prepare for a new round of offensives, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the little devils were like facing a big enemy.

Yang Ling watched from afar as the little devil was hurriedly mobilizing, and he also took the guards Huzi to patrol the blocking positions in various parts of the three beams to cheer up the brothers.

Although the inspection did not bring substantial help to the brothers in the next battle, the brothers were much more relieved to see that he was still on the ground as a supreme commander.

From the moment they put on their uniforms and picked up their guns, the brothers were ready to die for the country, so they did not have much fear of the terrible battle they were about to face, but a sense of relief.

Wang Huzi, the blacksmith, and Zhang Heizi each took more or less brothers to guard the position on the first line of the three beams.

Although the entire defense line looked thin and could be broken with a single poke, they felt inexplicably relieved when they saw the sound of talking from the positions of friendly companies on the left and right.

Company Commander Wang Huzi and more than 70 brothers guarded behind a piece of dirt, except for two observation posts, the rest of the men hid behind to clean up the ammunition they had just gotten from the devils.

"Eight melon grenades, one hundred and fifty bullets, and twenty bayonets......" took out the trophies and put them on the ground, and the king's beard counted them quietly.

Looking at the few ammunition that had been captured, Wang Huzi was in a very bad mood, staring at the brothers gathered around him and asking the girl: "How did you get it, did you have enough food, and only got so much ammunition?" ”

One of the brothers cursed complainingly: "These little devils are so poor that they can only be touched by fighting three devils for these twenty bullets." ”

The brothers around them all nodded in agreement, in the past, every time they killed the little devils, they would seize countless things, countless weapons and ammunition, and those valuable gadgets could even be exchanged for money on the black market after the war.

But now when they are short of ammunition, they finally hit the devil with a surprise attack, ready to get some belongings back, but unfortunately the devil has run out of ammunition by now.

Faced with a pitiful amount of ammunition, Wang Huzi had to scold and give them to the brothers, who were good marksmans and received three or five rounds of ammunition, while the rest of the brothers were given grenades, and some could only continue to hold on to the dusty bayonets.

"How's the preparation going?" Yang Ling walked up to Wang Huzi and the others and asked them about the division of ammunition.

"There is too little ammunition, not enough for a battle." Wang Huzi did not hide his difficulties, but he also did not push the difficulties to Yang Ling, the chief,

He added: "Although there are few bullets, but the brothers have a bayonet in their hands, as long as the devil breaks in, it is a big deal to fight with bayonets, and when it comes to fighting bayonets, I really have not been afraid of anyone!" ”

Hearing Wang Huzi's words, Yang Ling had a little more confidence in them being able to hold this position, at least until they were gone, the devil would never want to set foot here.

"The little devil is running out of ammunition and food, as long as we hold on for two or three hours, we can win this battle......" Yang Ling can't replenish the troops and ammunition for the brothers, the only thing he can do is to give them hope.

Their troops had made countless sacrifices in the battle against the little devils, countless brethren had buried their bones in a foreign land, and now that it was their turn, they could not back down.

It's not about getting promoted and getting rich, it's just that I don't want the little devil to leave so easily, as a Chinese soldier, the moment they pick up the gun, they already have the consciousness of going to death.

The blacksmiths arranged their positions in the woods on the flanks of the three beams, and they mainly protected the flanks of the team to prevent the devils from outflanking them.

The only "scholar" in their company who could read and write was helping these brothers who could not read a few large characters to write letters to their families, because they did not know whether they would be alive after this battle, and they had to give their families a thought.

"Mouse, where is the address of the letter?" The scholar tore a page from a small notebook and turned to question the thin brother who had written the letter.

The mouse replied, "Liujia Village." ”

"That Liujia Village, which province is it?" The scholar said, "If you don't write in detail, you won't be able to receive it at home." ”

In an era of backward transportation, rats had never left their small mountain village before joining the army, and generations of them were honest and responsible farmers, who only knew how to follow their father to serve the crops in the field.

When the passing army recruited soldiers in the village, he and dozens of young people in the village changed into dirty military uniforms and became soldiers.

didn't even have time to say goodbye to his family, so he went to the front line with the troops, walked for a few days and nights, and fought a rotten battle full of corpses.

Now in the face of the scholar's inquiry, where does the mouse know where he is from, he knows that he is from Liujia Village, and these people are like kites with broken strings, flying out, and they can no longer find their way home.

"He is a soldier we recruited in Heze, Shandong, so I wrote Liujia Village, Heze, Shandong......" The company commander blacksmith vaguely remembered something, and the veteran was full of gratitude to the blacksmith, and finally helped himself remember where his home was.

The scholar was stunned when he heard the blacksmith's words, and whispered to the mouse: "Brother Mouse, now that Shandong is already an enemy-occupied area, I'm afraid I have to beat away the devil's letter before I can send it back." ”

The blacksmith patted the rat on the shoulder and said, "We will always fight back, and even if you are glorious, our living brothers will deliver the letter." ”

The blacksmith turned to the brothers around him and said, "Brothers, whoever of us lives in this battle, let us keep the letter and return it to the brothers' homes when the battle is over." ”

The brothers nodded silently, as if a solemn promise, and all of them slammed the letter into the scholar's canvas bag, waiting for themselves or the brothers to send the letter home.