With the awakening of Yang Guan, the people's hearts were revived, the morale of the battle spirit was high, and the power of unity was revealed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

An invisible spiritual bond derives passion, and the blood burns and flows, inspiring infinite motivation to be on duty in various positions.

Located in an area of about five miles of the Huai River, the underground water source is abundant, and the soldiers only dug five meters deep before a sweet stream overflowed.

The water source is the source of life for the soldiers who fought for three days and three nights with thirst in the thick smoke.

The soldiers cleansed themselves with muddy water, splashed, frolicked, wept in the muddy water, tears of joy spread throughout the battlefield, and people's hearts came alive.

The instructor is the instructor, and there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome with him, and the soldiers admit that they are simple, which is so sad that they are sad.

On the battlefield of life and death, a handful of muddy water is comparable to ten thousand gold, and ten thousand gold does not change the sweet wine, which is the source of the war situation enjoyed by the soldiers!

The bond of love is a priceless treasure, stirring in Yang Guan's body and mind, indescribably moved, and tacitly brotherly feelings for each other!

Wounded and unconscious, ten chickens saved their lives, but paid the price of blood, and seventeen iron-clad men died for it!

The soldiers in the position also paid the price, concentrating all the water rescue instructors, preferring to smoke in their throats and chapped to the point that their lips turned white, even if they lost their lives!

This is a feeling that is beyond emotion, how many people can understand?

Yang Guan understood, his heart was drunk, and he was broken, and he couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly in the place where the smoke was thick, but whenever he heard the passionate and joyful words of the soldiers, he burst into tears and accompanied his brothers to tears.

The herald ran over wet, removed the wet cloth covering his mouth with his left hand, sprinkled a bead to reveal a clean and awake cheek, and shook a military salute with his right hand and said: "Zero, three tanks have been found in the direction of Bengbu."

Yang Guan leaned on the sandbag of the fortification, stared at him in slight surprise and asked, "How far is it from the position, are the observation posts sure that there are only three tanks?"

The Japanese army really held back, used the smoke to choke people and obstruct their vision, and did not send tanks to attack at the first time, intending to take them by surprise and choose to attack when the soldiers were paralyzed.

The herald straightened his body solemnly, shook away the water droplets overflowing from his uniform, and said loudly: "Yes, our observation post will not leave its post an inch, and we can be sure that the reconnaissance is correct, and the distance is about 800 meters."

The brothers are afraid that the little devil will make it bad, and they have never dared to be careless, and the severity of the firepower to destroy the little devil is a matter of principle, why would the instructor question it?

Yang Guan raised his right hand and pointed to the south, then waved his hand and said: "Quick, the flat frame heavy artillery destroys them, and the tanks must not be allowed to rush into the position, go and give the order!"

The north wind blew and the smoke filled the south, prompting the devil tanks to dive within 800 meters, and the mountain artillery lost the distance of shelling.

The mountain artillery pressed in the fortifications on the front line is not easy to correct the firing angle, and the devil soldiers should have figured out the situation, and now only a surprise move can eliminate the crisis.

Seeing the instructor's anxious look, the herald ran away, shouting as he ran: "Zero orders the heavy artillery to attack, quickly, brothers, quickly set up the damaged heavy artillery......"

The crisis was imminent, and the soldiers, all of whom were indignant, rushed to the south with all their might, and with the heavy artillery that was damaged on the ground, they worked together to mount the reels of the guns.

"Brothers, work hard, one, two, three, go, rush ......"

"Ahh......h

The years of passion are interpreted on the battlefield of life and death, and the feelings of fighting against life and fighting for the country will last forever!

A shell exploded in the middle of the position, and Yang Guan anxiously saw the current situation, which was a windshield built by abandoned trucks and devil uniforms wrapped in sand.

Blocking bullets and resisting artillery fire, it is located in the middle of the herringbone fortifications, thirty meters behind the herringbone fortifications, which is the shield line to cover the heavy artillery.

The sand flew on the shield line, and a large cloud of gunpowder smoke was propped up, and the scene gradually became clear.

More than 30 people bowed forward, pulling and pushing with both hands, and tried their best to charge towards the southern shield line in a puff of sand and dust with their feet.

Three tank shells exploded one after another on the shield line, causing sand to fly, and shrapnel whirled through the ground and opened up the smoke of gunpowder.

It is not clear the distance of the tank, but judging by the sound of the cannon, it is not far, which is the clamor of death.

Yang Guan was so anxious that he struggled to stand up and watch, but Xie Tang angrily pressed his hands on his right shoulder, looked up and saw her with tears on her face, and her face was sour.

"Don't move, the wound will become inflamed if it bursts, Sister Juan asked me to guard you, you are now under my control!"

Brothers sacrificed their lives for you, can't you stay in peace? Xie Tang's thin cheeks were full of reproach, and tears flowed.

Yang Guan opened his mouth and didn't say anything, changing her name to Xie Tang homonym Xie Tang, remembering the chicken soup that the seventeen brothers exchanged for their lives, and panicked in her heart.

Every time I see Xie Tang, I feel sad, this feeling will never be forgotten, and I miss the kindness of a lifetime!

There was a sound of heavy artillery coming out of the south, Huo Ran looked back, and through the gap in the shield line, he saw an explosion three hundred meters away, and a tank burned in the explosion.

Hit, they did it, good, hit well!

Kindness blends into passion, Grace has no regrets, he knows that only by killing devils can he comfort the sacrificed brother and erase a guilt in the depths of his heart!

"Tom Tom ......"

The heart-shaking mountain artillery fired back, and the shell flashed in an orange-red streamline, missing the target, and the shell crossed the edge of the two tanks and exploded in the distance.

The bright luminosity revealed the position of the tank, and the distance was less than fifty meters, so it was too fast, how could it rush to the eye at once?

The soldiers became nervous, pulled the trigger one after another, and thwarted the tank with ferocious bullets, which clanged and exploded on the tank shell, rubbing into fireworks.

The figures with their heads slightly bent over and their legs standing upright trembled in the sound of gunshots, as if they were electrocuted.

"Hit, kill, stop the devil tank ......"

"Brothers, destroy it, kill it......"

"Die to the little devil raised by the dog......"

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The soldiers were furious and desperately blocked, covering the front end of the tank with a barrage, piercing the observation hole and cutting off the sight of the devil tank crew.

A tank deviated from the galloping course, plunged headlong into the herringbone fortifications, penetrated the three-meter-thick defensive line, and threw four soldiers flying to the side, machine guns in their hands still sudging through the air.

The heavy artillery roared again, and the shells directly shattered the last tank thirty meters away, setting off a torrent of debris in the sky, raging in all directions.

The soldiers fell to the ground one after another to avoid it, and several soldiers were unfortunately shot and struggled and writhed on the ground in pain.

The devil tank, which deviated from the charging route, did not slow down and rumbled into the heavy artillery position, and when the crisis came, would the martyrdom happen?

More than 500 people were in shock, except for the soldiers who were sticking to the shooting, everyone was beating drums in their hearts, why was this happening?