Battalion Commander Du followed the company and touched me, and finally recognized me from the pile of clay figures, squinted and patted me on the shoulder: "Company Commander Li, good job." ”

At this time, I found that the cigarette pouch and pot on his waist were missing, and I didn't bother to care.

Suddenly, a tidal wave of "Ula" poured down from the direction of Fort 13, and I confirmed that I was still conscious, so I thought that the enemy's reserves were beginning to counterattack.

"Nie Wenqing!"

I shouted at the trenches of clay figurines.

"In!"

One of the tall and lanky statues jumped out with a light machine gun on his shoulder.

"The machine gun squad occupies the firing position and launches blocking fire on the enemy in the direction of the multi-sided fort!"

"Understood!"

"Attention of all the second company, prepare for a white-knuckle battle!"

"Yes!"

I pulled out a Hanyang 97 rifle from a soldier who was buried face down in the muddy water of the trench, and the bayonet was dripping with water, and there was no blood.

"Battalion commander, please stand back, the next step will be very dangerous."

I warned Lao Du that he backed off, but it didn't seem to be because he listened to me.

"I'm going to pull the third and fourth companies over, you wait!"

Lao Du ran down, and the enemy rushed in front of him.

In a trance, I saw a cloud of exploding smoke covering our machine gun position, and I thought Nie Wenqing was dead.

Is it a good thing or a bad thing that the earl's son died in my company?

If I survive, I'd love to meet that Earl Nie Shicheng and see what kind of gaze he would look at me.

One hundred meters.

I pulled the trigger, and one of the Russian soldiers' head tilted back, instantly annihilated by the waves of his own people.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire pulsed around me violently, and the Russians who fell in all directions in various postures were quickly masked by the chests of their unshot companions, and the few Russian soldiers shot back while running, which of course was in vain.

About thirty or forty meters.

"Grenades, throw!"

I and the first company commander, Wang Guangtong, gave the order almost at the same time as Captain Tong.

Hundreds of wooden-handled grenades flew and smashed into the enemy at a high place, and the smoke of gunpowder instantly covered the enemy's position, and the Russian soldiers who rushed out through the smoke were like ghosts.

The other party's expression is hideous, and so are we.

"Follow me in the second company!"

"Follow me in a row!"

Company Commander Wang and I each carried a Hanyang rifle with a bright bayonet, separated by more than a dozen paces, and each led his own company to collide head-on with the enemy formation.

Blocking, stabbing, dodging, and smashing the butt back are simple moves, the key is strength and reflexes, but as long as I can kill as many enemies as possible, I don't care what weapon I have at hand.

The ferocious assassination of a bearded Russian soldier was cut off at the head, and he smashed the butt of the rifle back to his chin, and reflexively forehand forward, piercing his throat behind his loose beard, perfectly.

After easily knocking them out, a huge Russian soldier, about a head and a half taller than me, slammed into front of me and strode with a thrust, the tip of the knife wiping some of the mud off my right cheek.

Without hesitation, I jumped backwards three times in a row, and in a flash of lightning, my pistol came out of my sleeve and fired three shots in succession, knocking down the beast that I thought at a glance I could not fight with my flesh alone. A dignified fight? This is a war, and defeating the opponent is equivalent to saving oneself, and in such a situation, in order to survive, it is not an exaggeration to use any means against the enemy. I wish I had a weapon that was much lighter than a machine gun but had ten times the load of a revolver, and if every squad had one of these "bullet hoses", hand-to-hand combat like this would probably not have happened at all.

The fierce battle lasted only two or three minutes, and the company on the left collapsed all at once, and the Russians instantly engulfed the line of the company, and then detoured to our rear, and our company was quickly encircled.

"Hold on! Resist! Reinforcements are coming soon! The battalion commander has already gone to pull the third and fourth companies over, withstand it, and the victory will be ours immediately! ”

I kept cheering up the rookies, dropping down the 01-type 9mm revolver that was empty after knocking down a total of three enemies, and clutching the Hanyang 97 with both hands that had been wiped off the paint in many places, and stabbing each other to death with the hairy Russian soldiers.

After two or three rounds of attack and defense, my bayonet stabbed deeply into the chest muscle of a fat Russian soldier, and for a moment I couldn't pull it out, and the two Russian soldiers rushed up with a scream, and the tip of the knife was about to reach the tip of my nose.

I threw the spear up diagonally with all my strength, blocking his two comrades who were as excited as bears at the sight of honey with the body of a fat Russian man, and the corner of my eye quickly swept over the messy battlefield - there were more and more enemies, fewer and fewer of my men, and we were almost finished.

The Russian fat man was stabbed to death by me and his comrades-in-arms, and I took his gun without hesitation, and the 4.3 kilogram 1891 rifle was a little heavier and longer than our Hanyang 97.

The two Russian soldiers had already drawn their bayonets and plunged into their comrades' bodies, and rushed up from both the left and right sides at the same time, with red eyes trying to find me.

Judging from the size of these two Russian soldiers and the bulging muscles in their arms, either of them has a 60% chance of being able to defeat me in a heads-up, 36 strategies, retreat is the best strategy, but we are already surrounded, where can we retreat?

Blocked it twice, and his luck was about to run out, and suddenly he had a sense of touch on his back, turned his head slightly, and glanced at it with the corner of his eye, it turned out to be Deng Ningfa, a senior sergeant in the company.

"Company commander! You take it first, and I'll help you. ”

Deng Ningfa screamed in my ear, rushed out with his back to me, only to hear a terrible scream, I didn't have time to judge who was stabbed, the two red-eyed Russian soldiers stabbed at the same time, I tried my best to dodge a knife and then block a knife, and suddenly a short Russian soldier was killed on the right hand, now it is a pair of three, I am finished.

At the critical moment, Deng Ningfa, a big man from Shandong, jumped out from my left hand side and stabbed one of the red-eyed Russian soldiers with a knife.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and now it was two against one, and the remaining red-eyed Russian soldier did not carry forward the fearless fighting spirit and turned and fled.

I didn't have time to praise me and Sergeant Dunningfa's brother for their tacit understanding and courage in my momentary consciousness, and the slogan of "Long live" had drowned out me and Dunningfa.

Battalion Commander Du led two other companies to arrive in time and repelled the enemy's counterattack.

The battlefield was full of corpses.

Lao Du beat me on the back without pity: "How is it? It's all right, is it? ”

"Of course it's fine......"

I touched my whole body as I spoke, and it was really fine.

"I saw it all just now, the mischievous seed of the company, my mother pulled a shit, and when I saw the company commander falling, I retreated in one fell swoop, and the veteran ran the fastest, what a fucking damn! Unlike your company, almost all of them are recruits, but they are even at the bottom. ”

I touched the back of my head and said yes.

I don't think we even wanted to escape, but we were surrounded all of a sudden, and we couldn't escape - of course, just say it to ourselves.

"Your people will rest on the spot first, I will rush back the rest of the company, their company and deputy were killed by me on the spot, and the other officers are also dead, so you will take the people with you for the time being, I will take the third and fourth companies up to see the situation of Fort 13 first, and I will send a messenger to call you if necessary."

Lao Du raised his chin to the group of soldiers behind him who were almost about to bow their heads to their waists, and took the opportunity to ravage my shoulders, and led the third and fourth companies into those winding traffic trenches.

I beckoned the deserters of the company into the trenches and looked at them one by one.

"I'm afraid of death, aren't you?"

No one answered, no one dared to look at me.

"What kind of Imperial soldiers are you? Would you rather be killed by the Overseers than fight to the death with the enemy? Loser! I have eaten my father's and mother's food for so many years! Do you know how many more people died in our second company when you retreated just now? Do you know that even the son of that earl's family has died honorably just now......"

Someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Lao Du, you can go with confidence, I will clean up these wastes!"

I raised my hand backwards, and the man grabbed my hand.

"Company commander, I didn't die."

I looked back excitedly and saw a clay sculpture with red paint on its forehead, the colors flowing and vivid.

I stood up, in any direction, at maximum volume.

"Sanitary Soldiers!"

My concern for Warrant Officer Nie Wenqing is no more.

After teaching the deserters of the first company, I began to count the remaining combatants of the company along the trenches, and as I walked, two familiar objects at the bottom of the trench came into my eyes.

It is Lao Du's cigarette bag pot, the first-class goods of Jingshi Ningshun, which has been broken into two pieces and cocked at both ends, so it is eye-catching.

I thought about it, picked up the garbage, wrapped it in a handkerchief that had been soaked in the pocket of my jacket, stuffed it into the lower left pocket of my wide jacket, and buttoned it up.

Suddenly, a series of heart-shaking explosions swept from the direction of Fort 13, and countless clouds of smoke rose around the multifaceted fort, and my nose was suddenly subconsciously filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

"Company commander...... What's going on! ”

Nie Wenqing, whose head was not bandaged, asked me, I don't know who to ask, I don't know what to do, I must know what happened to Lu Dao before I can make the next decision.

A few soldiers of the fourth company who rolled down in a panic revealed the answer for us.

Their words were reversed, and some of them contradicted each other, but in summary, the matter was roughly as follows: the battalion commander and he may have entered the enemy's electric mine minefield, and were most likely attacked by large mines and mines fired by some kind of projectile device, and the battalion commander and most of the officers and men of the third and fourth companies were reduced to flesh and blood on the spot, and only a few recruits who were afraid of death and cowered behind the most small eggs picked up their lives.

So, what do I do next?