"Remember." Shen Jiaqiang's tone was soothing but firm: "Our Ren is to stay here and not let the Japanese step over here." We have no choice, this is our mission, the mission of the military! You are all the best fighters, and I am sure you can do it! I, Shen Jiaqiang, stand side by side with you until the last moment! You want the Japanese to taste our guns, our bayonets, our fists! We are capable of defeating any enemy! Never give up! Never take half a step back! ”

Wang Zhimao ran back to the church, and Shen Jiaqiang hurriedly asked, "How is it?" ”

Wang Zhimao took off his wet hat and shook the water: "They have already assembled outside the city, just wait for the shelling to end and come in." ”

Shen Jiaqiang walked back to the table, propped his hands on the table and looked at the defense map, Wang Zhimao pointed to the south of the city and said: "The Japanese artillery shelling is about half an hour each time, they should send the search force in first, I have asked a battalion of guerrillas to be ready." How's our artillery support going? ”

Shen Jiaqiang lit a cigarette, nodded and said, "It's done, the brigade artillery battalion has been prepared, just wait for us to guide them to shoot." ”

"Great." Wang Zhimao put on his hat anew: "I am responsible for guiding the shooting in the south of the city, and I also prepared a small gift for the Japanese."

Another staff officer, Zeng Keji, leaned over and handed Wang Zhimao a steel helmet: "Put this on." ”

Wang Zhimao took the steel helmet and showed a knowing smile: "Thank you." ”

Shen Chaqiang shouted at the signal soldiers, "Bring the radio." ”

Wang Zhimao carried the radio station with the help of Shen Jiaqiang, and Shen Jiaqiang tightened the belt and bullet belt on his body a few more times for him: "Pay attention to safety." ”

"Yes." Wang Zhimao nodded while putting on headphones to debug the band: "The troops in the north of the city don't need to move first, and a battalion in the south of the city can withstand it at present,"

"Go ahead." Shen Jiaqiang gave the rifle to Wang Zhimao.

Wang Zhimao looked at Shen Jiaqiang, he was very surprised, he suddenly found that the head of the regiment at this time, Shen Jiaqiang, had an unwavering look written on his face.

"Why do you see me like that?" Shen Jiaqiang was a little puzzled.

"Nothing?" Wang Zhimao smiled, and after speaking, he buckled up his steel helmet and ran out of the church again.

Deng Chunlai hid in a pharmacy with two soldiers, and looked out through the window on the second floor, and the movement outside the city could be seen clearly. The Japanese tanks were still there, motionless, but the fog was getting thicker, making the steel guys look even more blurry.

"Can we hold on? Dog's day, the tank that bullied Lao Tzu didn't come up? One of the fighters behind him swallowed and foamed.

The three of them didn't make a sound, only heard the sound of dense raindrops hitting the windowsill, Deng Chunlai moved to the other side of the window and sat down against the wall, looking at the two soldiers under him who were a little weak-hearted. Both of these were new recruits who had been added a few days ago, and he didn't know their names. As a veteran, he wanted to comfort them. However, after thinking about it for a long time, Deng Chunlai couldn't think of any suitable words, so he could only hide his weakness with silence and seemingly firm eyes.

At this point, the shelling seemed to stop, and the sound of the explosion drowned out. But a loud noise came again.

#阝春来急忙欠身向外看, the tank over there moved, and thick black smoke erupted from behind the buttocks, and the screeching sound of the tracks rubbing the gravel road made people get goosebumps when they heard it. Surrounded by thick smoke, a pair of soldiers followed behind each tank and pressed towards the city.

"Here we go, four tanks." #阝春来嘴里唠叨着来到靠街边的窗户前, he leaned out half of his body and stretched out four fingers towards the three-person group downstairs. One of the soldiers downstairs turned and ran back quickly to report the news. …,

"Let's go and change places." #阝春来一招手, the three of them went downstairs, and at the door, he shouted to Sheng Yuanxin across the street: "The distance is 400 meters, about 200 enemies." You retreat, I'll bring the tanks over. Tell the brethren to disperse and not to gather together. ”

#阝春来又向前跑了几十米, hiding in a room, he put his gun on the windowsill and whispered to the two soldiers behind him: "The three of us are huddled in one room, and all the shells are gone." You two go across the road and watch me shoot, you fire again, and get 5 rounds. Immediately retreat down the street and hide in the house behind you, understand? ”

The two fighters nodded a little with little confidence!

#阝春来拍拍两个人: "Don't be afraid, the enemy is still far away, and he can't beat you." ”

Seeing that a tank had already driven onto the street in a hurry, Deng Chunlai waved his hand: "Run." ”

The two warriors rushed out of the house one after the other and ran towards the opposite side. "Pop" A crisp gunshot sounded, and the second soldier who rushed out of the house fell to the ground as soon as he fell to the ground, and the comrade in front of him turned around and looked at the bloody hole in his leg, and he was stunned.

The warrior who fell to the ground, his pants already stained red with blood, shouted hoarsely: "It hurts me to death, save me, save me quickly." He stretched out his hand tremblingly, looking at his comrade with begging eyes, hoping that he would lend a helping hand.

Hearing the gunshots, #阝春来本能地把脑袋缩了下来, when he leaned the door and saw this scene on the street, he shouted: "Don't be stunned, hurry up and find cover, there are snipers on the other side!! ”

"Pop" Another gunshot rang out, and the second soldier's head was pierced by a bullet, bursting into flowers, and he fell to the ground with his head down.

"Grandma's." #阝春来跳了起来, he wanted to rush out and pull the still alive soldier back, but as soon as he showed up, the machine gun on the tank opened fire like this side and knocked Deng Chunlai back. The still struggling soldier waved his arms wildly, crawling into the house, Deng Chunlai squatted at the door and watched the bullets drag the fire in front of him, hitting everything nearby from time to time, dust and sawdust flying everywhere.

"Hurry up and climb! Hurry up and climb! #阝春来试图伸出手拉住那个战士, but there was still a long distance between the two of them.

The flying bullets blocked them, and Deng Chunlai could not do anything.

"Hurry up and climb! It's almost there," #阝春来还在努力鼓励这个战士 out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the tank was not far from him, and the infantry who were probing his brain behind him had already seen it clearly, and if he rashly ran out now and fell to the ground, he knew that he would definitely die. Looking at the approaching enemy, #阝春来心一横 got up and left the poor recruit brother behind, and jumped out of the window at the other end of the house.

The wounded warrior looked at the disappearing back of #阝春lai, and he shouted in despair: "Wait for me, don't go!" Wait for me! Don't leave! ”

Nothing helped, there was no familiar figure around him, only the huge black monster that was gradually approaching. He struggled to turn his body upside down, the pain of the wound made him almost faint, and he instinctively lay forward, muttering incessantly, "Wait for me. Wait for me. ”

He lay forward slowly, blood from the wound leaving a large, blinding mark behind him. The ground trembled violently beneath him, the suffocating noise grew louder and louder, and a choking smell of metal mixed with diesel fuel came from behind him. He turned his head slowly, and the big guy had stopped in front of his eyes, the heat of the body scorching his body.

The warrior couldn't crawl, his lower body was already unconscious, he lay on the ground again weakly and panting, and the dense raindrops hit his face, making him almost unable to open his eyes...,

Suddenly, the tank started again, and it slowly adjusted its course and rumbled past the warrior.

The warrior lay there, a figure constantly shaking in front of him, saying something he didn't understand. No one paid any attention to him, and once again he stretched out his hand and let out a faint cry: "Save ̈ save one . I. ”

Suddenly, the arm fell and he died.

All this, on a small building dozens of meters away, Wang Zhimao, behind the mirror of the artillery team, could see it clearly, he felt a sadness, and he couldn't do anything. Removing the artillery mirror from his eyes, he raised the walkie-talkie to his lips: "Crow! I am Lao Huo Zi Cheng, the target is the south area of Lao Huo Zi City, ruler 235, 056 to the right, a company of 2 guns, a test shot, put! ”

A shell whizzed into a house, and with the explosion and fire, the Japanese soldiers all fell to the ground, crawling around for cover. The tank was still moving on.

Wang Zhimao called again: "Crow, the ruler minus 6, 023 to the left, 10 salvos of the whole battalion, release!" ”

Listening to the sound of explosions one after another, Wang Zhimao rushed downstairs and fired back along the street, pulling out all the branches planted in the anti-tank mines along the way. He scurried into another building, which was a detonation point. He jumped up to the second floor in a few steps, and the detonator was just under the window. He leaned over to look over there, and the Japanese soldiers were all lying on the ground against the buildings on the side of the street after a round of artillery fire, and they didn't expect that many of them had explosives buried in the bricks and rubble under their bodies!

Wang Zhimao finally checked the switch, watched the Japanese soldiers shouting in the smoke, his hands sank, and he pressed the detonator. Several loud noises, accompanied by the rubble flying sideways, the smoke of gunpowder rose again, and a scream came from that side. After the smoke passed, countless stumps and severed arms were left on the ground, and blood almost stained the ground. The Japanese soldiers, who were lucky enough to escape this catastrophe, dragged their wounded comrades, looked around for cover, and shouted for medical soldiers.

At that moment, gunfire rang out in all directions, and the guerrilla posts lying in ambush all fired at the crippled enemy. Those who were not killed were unfortunately hit by bullets.

The tank that rushed to the front had to reverse and cover for its comrades, and two on-board machine guns fired everywhere, smashing the surrounding buildings.

Wang Zhimao raised his gun and aimed at the machine gunner standing behind the turret of the tank, he pushed the ruler of the gun body forward again, and the crosshair was already firmly lassoed the Japanese!