The night gradually faded, the sky in the distance was white, and a faint mist rose, and the vision was hazy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The humid air was mixed with a strong smell of blood, and it seemed that the air could wring blood.

After a night of fierce fighting, there was a dead silence on the right bank of Fuzaohama, and piles of corpses were intertwined on top of each other, both devil soldiers in khaki military uniforms and Chinese soldiers in gray clothes.

At this moment, they were all cold corpses, lying messily on the damp position.

The old smoking gun had a long dream, dreaming that he was riding a tall horse and wearing a big red flower dress and returning to his hometown, so the scenery was not magnificent, and a cold autumn wind blew and pulled the old smoking gun back to reality.

He felt a little cold all over his body, opened his eyes, saw the gray sky, smelled the smell of gunsmoke in his nose, and then found that he was still lying on the cold battlefield, where there were any tall horses, it was just a dream.

The old smoker closed his eyes again and hoped to return to the dream, unwilling to face this cruel reality, but a dream is a dream after all, and he can't go back when he wakes up, and he curses in his heart why God can't let him live in a dream like this all the time, how comfortable, he has to wake up.

Cursing to God in his heart, he propped up his right hand and sat up, finding himself sitting in a muddy pond of stagnant water in the trenches, the bodies of two devil soldiers next to him, already soaked and swollen.

He felt some pain in his lower ribs, and then remembered that he was stabbed by a devil's bayonet in the hand-to-hand combat last night, but the knife was not deep, the blood had coagulated, and he finally did not lose too much blood and died.

There was no more hustle and bustle on the battlefield, the dead silence was terrible, the old smoking gun reached out and touched a gun to support himself and stood up, the deep trench blocked his vision and could not see anything, he had to step on the corpse of the devil and climb out of the trench.

After climbing out of the trench, his vision was much wider, and the flat position was unobstructed, and he was the first to see the blue sky and white sun flag that was obliquely planted on the ground, and the rags covered with gun holes were like a leaky sieve, and it was full of large transparent holes, standing alone on the position.

The position around the broken flag in a radius of more than 300 meters was full of corpses, many of whom maintained their pre-death postures, scuffled with the devils, and finally died together, and the red blood flowed out of the wounds, staining the military uniforms red, tragic and tragic.

The old smoker saw Luo Dayong, the platoon commander of his company, this kid finally ran out of luck this time, lying in the trench, still holding his Czech light machine gun that he was reluctant to let go, the barrel of the machine gun had been deformed, the corpses of several devils were lying beside him, and the bayonet with cold light was still inserted in Luo Dayong's chest.

Seeing the brothers who got along day and night tragically died under the bayonets of the devils, the old smoker's eyes shone brightly, as if venting the anger in his heart, he stretched out his foot and kicked the corpse of the devil in front of him, cursing in his mouth: "Little devil! Lao Tzu kicked you to death! ”

It wasn't until the devil's body was kicked into the trench that the old smoking gun sat on the ground with his butt dejected, all dead, he was still alive, but he was more guilty than the dead, and he still had to bear pain and sorrow.

He took out half a pack of cigarettes from a devil's body, lit it in front of the stump of a tree with green smoke, leaned on the devil's corpse and smoked it, and has fought four or five battles since he entered the Songhu battlefield.

The whole division was fought out, reorganized, and now it is almost dead again, he is still alive, from Wusongkou to the right bank of Fuzaobang, he retreated all the way and died all the way, the familiar people are all dead, and the old smoking gun is too lazy to retreat again.

Since they are all dead, then he came to defend this position, and he has died a hundred, just like Yang Ling told him at the beginning, although China is big, there is always no way back, in the face of broken mountains and rivers, someone has to stand up and rush forward to bleed desperately, and someone has to stand up and support the backbone of this nation.

The old smoking gun felt that he did not have the ability to support the backbone of the nation, nor was it that piece of material, the only thing he could do was to fight the devil with his old life, and he would die as an upright hero, thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he was full of pride in his heart, and it seemed that death was not such a terrible thing.

The embers of the cigarette between his fingers had burned to the fingers of the old smoking gun, he raised his hand and took a sharp puff, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, grabbed the rifle next to him and checked the ammunition, he was ready to throw his life on this position.

"Who?!"

The old smoking gun heard the sound of Suo Suo not far away, like a mouse, he pulled and grabbed the pair with a bang, picked up the rifle in his hand and aimed it in the direction from which the sound came, and asked, his dirty face was full of nervousness, for fear that it was a ghost who was not dead.

A gray hat emerged from the pile of corpses, and under the slightly curved brim, the old smoker saw the obscene and frightened face, and he put down the rifle in his hand.

"Li Mazi, you are still alive."

The tone of the old smoking gun was mixed with joy, he thought that he was the only one left on the battlefield to die alone, but he didn't expect to have a companion.

Li Mazi was originally a member of the death squad, but in the fierce battle last night, in the face of the dense bullet rain of devils, he retreated, and did not dare to follow the daredevils to rush up to open a gap, until there was no sound on the position at dawn, and then he cowered and came to check the situation.

"Company commander." Li Mazi was also very happy to see that the old smoking gun was still alive, and walked over in three steps and two steps.

"Your kid is so lucky, he didn't even have a single injury on his body, and Lao Tzu was stabbed by the devil again."

The old smoker looked at Li Mazi, who was intact all over his body, and said jealously.

Li Mazi felt weak in his heart, smiled wryly, quickly changed the topic, and asked: "Company commander, everyone is dead, what should we do next?" ”

"Who said that you are dead, isn't Lao Tzu still alive, you are still alive, we have paid such a big price to recapture the position, we have to hold it!"

"I said company commander, the two of us are not enough for the devil to stuff his teeth, let's escape, everyone is dead, we can't fight the devil here."

The old smoking gun showed anger on his face: "Are you fucking Chinese, is the gun in your hand a burning stick or what, you know to escape, can you escape for a lifetime?!" ”

"As long as we still have a breath, the devil doesn't want to hold this position! Even if there are only two of us left, we will have to break the devil's two teeth! ”

The more the old smoker said, the more excited he became, making Li Mazi feel that he was not stunned.

Yang Ling felt that his whole body was cold, and it was dark all around, he heard the sound of the old smoking gun coming into his ears from afar, he lifted the corpse of the devil who was pressing on his body and sat up, and the debris of dirt all over his body fell one after another.