"The devils started attacking at dawn on the 28th. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Camp Commander Scar said.

He was still wearing the gray cloth uniform of the 29th Army, and under the upright military cap, he could see the blood stains that had congealed on the bandage wrapped around his head, but his face was too pale, and the scar became more and more dazzling.

"The devils are very powerful in firepower, and there are planes bombing in the sky. There were large-caliber mountain guns, armored vehicles on the ground. The devil soldiers were also very fierce, and the brothers suffered heavy casualties, although they were all fighting with the devils, but some entire regiments were still disabled. "Camp Commander Scar tried to be as concise as possible about the battle, even though it was quite fierce. Because he knew the Huo family, what he wanted to hear was Huo Yuan's affairs.

The scar battalion commander sat on the main seat in the living room, originally he didn't want to sit, but at Song Zijun's insistence, he could only sit down.

Behind him stood his new orderly, student soldier Wu Hongyu.

Wu Hongyu became his orderly because he was the only surviving soldier among the soldiers who charged with him.

Song Zijun sat opposite, his eyes lowered, and he was still holding the Buddha beads in his hand, and Huo Xiaoshan Murong Pei and Sister-in-law Li listened quietly on the side.

"At about two o'clock in the afternoon, our entire defensive position collapsed, and we received orders to retreat. The brigade commander and I went back by car at first, but then because the road was too narrow and blocked, the brigade commander and I got out of the car and walked forward to reorganize the team. The bombing by enemy planes was too strong, and it didn't work out. Later, when we reached the big red gate, we were ambushed by devils. ”

When the Scar Battalion Commander said this, Huo Xiaoshan's waist straightened up, his body leaned forward involuntarily, and the Buddha beads in Song Zijun's hand were also twisted more slowly.

"The devil has a machine gun, there are grenadiers, and the fire is very strong. And our side was blocked in an open field, and there were many ordinary people who were originally going to ****.

The brigade commander raised his gun to organize us to counterattack, which attracted the attention of the devils. We told the brigade commander to retreat to the rear, but the brigade commander refused, and he wanted to lead us to open the passage and take the brethren and the common people out.

As a result, as a result, the devil's machine gun went crazy and fired at the brigade commander, and the brigade commander was shot......" The Scar battalion commander's expression was gloomy, obviously because he didn't protect Huo Yuan and blamed himself deeply.

"I didn't think that was going to work, so I led the brethren to charge, and oh, we had a few machine guns that rang out and suppressed the enemy fire. By the time we charged and knocked out the few machine guns that the devil had blocked, he was the only brother who rushed forward with me. He glanced back at Wu Hongyu, who had been standing behind him honestly.

"When I came back, the brigade commander was, almost dying." Battalion Commander Scar's head hung lower.

He was also very brief about Huo Yuan's injury, but how could he tell the brigade commander's wife and young master about the specific situation? He still clearly remembered that when he saw Huo Yuan again, Huo Yuan had already become a bloody man, and there were also blood stains on the ground, and he had been hit by many bullets, and he couldn't figure out where the bullet holes were.

There was silence in the room, save for the clatter of the clock on the wall.

"Did my dad leave anything behind?" After a long time, Huo Xiaoshan asked.

"The brigade commander finally said to me, 'You can't fight devils like this, tell Xiaoshan: you can't win devils with a big blade alone,' and then the brigade commander ......"

The room fell silent again.

Camp Commander Huo Di stood up, his head hanging even lower.

"The subordinates are incompetent, and they can't take back the brigade commander's ......," the Scar battalion commander said in a snort, if there was a crack in the ground in front of him at this time, he would definitely get into it!

Song Zijun stood up, her eyes drooped, but her chest rose and fell violently, she walked to the Buddha statue on the west wall of the house under the gaze of everyone, knelt on the futon, and began to chant the Buddha name silently, but the rosary in her hand was twisted much faster than usual.

"However, I brought back a few of the brigade commander's belongings."

The battalion commander of Scar took a small cloth bag handed over by Wu Hongyu, opened it and spread it on the table, there were three things inside, a Browning pistol, a silver dollar with a bullet embedded in the middle, and a photo stained red with blood.

"The pistol is the brigade commander's pistol, and he used this pistol to beat devils when he was dying, and this silver dollar and photo were placed in the brigade commander's chest pocket." Huo Xiaoshan slowly reached out and picked up the silver dollar, his eyes were moist, because he knew that this silver dollar was the one he gave to his father Huo Yuan when he first arrived in Tianjin, and his father also joked that after raising his son for so many years, he finally saw the money back.

Dad kept putting this silver dollar in his chest pocket, which showed that he was always thinking about himself. Huo Xiaoshan sees things and thinks about people, how can he not be sad?

No, Huo Xiaoshan suddenly woke up, this silver dollar blocked the bullet shot by the devil to his father's chest, proving that his father was not fatally injured at that time, does this mean that his father was shot too much and bled too much...... Yes? Little devil, I won't kill you all, this hatred will not be eliminated!

Huo Xiaoshan couldn't hide the resentment in his heart, and stretched out his hand to slap the table, if this palm was implemented, it was estimated that this red pine table would also be on the table.

But when Huo Xiaoshan's slap fell halfway, his hand stopped, because under his hand, his mother's hand was trembling slightly to pick up the photo on the table, and at some point, Murong Pei had already walked back to the table.

It's a black-and-white photo, but it's not something that ordinary people can enjoy in this era.

There are still spots of blood on the photo, but the blood stains can't hide the beauty of the girl in the photo, the thin eyebrows are curved, the apricot eyes are smiling, and the youthful dignified and quiet makes everyone's hearts calm down at once.

Huo Xiaoshan's angry mood was interrupted by a movement of his mother's son, he knew that this was when his mother was young, and his mother (aunt) was so beautiful when she was young! Even though they were sad and angry because of Huo Yuan's death, Huo Xiaoshan and Murong Pei also sighed at the same time in their hearts.

Song Zijun's hand trembled slightly at this time, and his other hand gently stroked the photo.

His eyes slowly moved from the photo to the portrait of Huo Yuan hanging on the wall, and two big tears poured out of the tear socket and rolled down his face.

For a while, everyone in the room felt that it was not a middle-aged woman in front of them, it was clearly the innocent and lovely girl crying in the photo.

Song Zijun no longer cares about anything, just like a little girl who has been bullied, she lets the tears slide down a lot, crying but silently, but her shoulders are shaking terribly.

Murong Pei stood up and took out a handkerchief and approached him, but was stopped by Sister-in-law Li. Because the only person who knows Song Zijun best here is Sister-in-law Li, only she knows that Miss has cried happily, and she will be fine. When the old man (Song Zijun's father) died, the young lady also cried like this.

After a long time, Song Zijun stopped crying and still didn't say anything, but put away Huo Yuan's relics on the table and put them in front of Huo Yuan's portrait. He knelt on the futon again, twisted the beads in his hand and began to chant the Buddha.

Sister Li glanced at everyone, led the way in front, led everyone out of the house, and led them to the side room adjacent to the living room.

Huo Xiaoshan had already calmed down from the almost uncontrollable anger just now. He remembered his father's last words relayed by Scar, he couldn't win the devil with a white-knuckle battle alone. So he began to carefully inquire about the performance of the two armies in the battle of Nanyuan by the commander of the Scar battalion.

Speaking of fighting, the commander of the Scar Battalion also returned to normal, saying: "In my opinion, the main reason why the Battle of Nanyuan is different from the Xifengkou War of Resistance is that the terrain has changed. Although our troops are also at a disadvantage in artillery fire, when the enemy shells, we can hide in the shelter of the peaks and mountains. ”

He took the two teacups on the table and set them on the table, and the right was like a mountain,

"When the enemy approached, our soldiers swarmed out with broadswords and engaged the enemy in a white-knuckle battle.

Relying only on white-knuckle warfare, our 29th Army is still slightly stronger than the devils, even if it is only by virtue of the numerical advantage, in the white-knuckle battle, one life for one life with the enemy, even if two lives for one life, the final defeat will definitely be the devil.

Because the devils are not as many as our Chinese, but in the battle of Nanyuan, our side has no danger to defend, and the enemy's advantage in firepower has been fully brought into play. ”

He took the two cups aside, and continued: "Coupled with the haste of preparations, whether it is a new student soldier or a veteran who has participated in the Xifengkou Anti-Japanese War, under the indiscriminate blow of the Japanese army's fierce artillery fire, he has already suffered heavy losses before he can fight with the enemy.

What's more, the marksmanship, ammunition reserves, and tactical awareness of the Japanese soldiers are stronger than mine, and when the devils attack us and the two sides start a white-knuckle battle, we can fight the devils one attack, two attacks, but the third and fourth attacks.

Our troops were crippled by that time, and we could no longer fight the devils, so we had to retreat. And the devils are also very mobile on the march, there are motorcycles and cars to transport troops, sometimes they take curved roads faster than we can walk in a straight line, so we will be ambushed by the devils again......"

Speaking of which, the commander of the Scar Battalion, who was originally a mouthful, didn't say anything, obviously mentioned the ambush battle, which poked the sore spot of everyone present again.

After a while, Murong Pei, who had been just a listener, asked in a low voice, "Don't we have a cannon?"

The commander of the Scar battalion smiled bitterly: "How can we have artillery, what we have is mortars at most."

The caliber is too small to pose a threat to the enemy's mountain artillery and heavy artillery.

But even if it is a mortar, it is not enough, during the Xifengkou Anti-Japanese War, there was a time when I saw the devil rushing into the artillery range, so our side began to shoot artillery.

I was counting at the sidelines, and one shell landed in the enemy group and did not go off, two did not go off, and three did not go off. ”

"Well, the fourth, fifth, it's going to ring." Huo Xiaoshan also interjected and asked.

"Fourth, fifth?" The Scar Battalion Commander raised his head and glanced at Huo Xiaoshan and Murong Pei. "It's the fourteenth, it's the fourteenth shell that exploded!" (To be continued.) )