When I left Jinan, there was a light snow in the sky, and the sparse snowflakes fell, some of which melted in the air, some of which fell into the river and became water, and some of which fell to the ground and were trampled into mud. Only the distant mountains, rooftops, and tree branches were scattered with traces of snow. Xiaoxue may be reflecting the people of this world, or she may be mourning for this group of soldiers who are about to die.

On both sides of the street, there were sparsely sparse people standing to see them off, although there was no hope in their eyes, but they showed a deep respect. The current situation has a spectrum in everyone's heart, and the fate of this group of soldiers who are about to leave Jinan is also well known. Whether it is someone who can't escape, or someone who is ready to lick the hook, they are silently offering their wishes at this time. The students clenched their fists and followed them out of the city.

When Li Jin and Brother Hao left this time, they didn't go to the courtyard to say goodbye, there was no need, and there was no need to go home again if they didn't come back, it was just a blockage. But Feng Jinfei led Zhao Jincheng to come, and like ordinary people, he silently watched the team leaving, and watched their two elder brothers come to the jeep with great power. It doesn't matter what kind of appearance it is, anyway, watching my brother drive is showing off his might. Feng Jinfei smiled, he was afraid that his heart was dripping blood, but Zhao Jincheng couldn't hold back the tears that flowed.

When passing by the little brothers, Li Jinshi hammered his chest and said that he was fine, and Brother Hao gave the little brothers a military salute very well. Not to mention, Brother Hao's sudden military salute was really joyful, and Lianjin Chengdu snorted. I felt inappropriate, so I wiped my sleeve and evened it on my pants.

Feng Jinfei patted Xiao San's head, and everyone in the next circle laughed. Well-intentioned, it is rare that such a heavy atmosphere has such a heavy atmosphere, and what a stone has stirred up the entire send-off and long-distance team at once. People seem to see hope, and although they are not high-spirited, they can be regarded as having some fighting spirit.

Ahead is the place where the two sides are fighting, and it is not far away. Although Li Jinshi participated in the night attack, it was almost still a small team and even said that it was limited to individual battles, but now what he heard was the sound of dense artillery fire, and the sound of popping beans was gone, and all kinds of sounds were overlapping.

The sound of gunfire is no longer a single distant sound, as if imprisoned in a specific range, and before it can be extended, it is cut off by another gunfire or cannon, and then replaced by another sound, which is also cut off. This repeated staggering and overlapping seems to weave into a circle of sounds, in which all the sounds are tyrannically releasing anger and harvesting human lives.

"Still ahead?" Brother Hao saw that Han Bang had already gotten into the car and knew that he had to follow. It's no longer a buddy in the car, and the good and bad ones are okay, and besides, I also took someone else's token. Jeeps are more comfortable than trucks, and they can't be compared to those who run on two feet.

There was nothing left to cover up from Linyi City to the front-line headquarters, and in such an environment, I don't know who gave Han Bang mallet confidence, but Nima didn't even do disguise. But think about it, you can't do it, the army-green jeeps and trucks can't be camouflaged at all in the yellow earth, it's winter.

The so-called front-line command and the so-called main position have several gentle slopes, dug enough trenches, and ensure the passage in and out of Linyi City.

Brother Hao felt that it was safer to go into the pothole, but he was too favored to follow into the pothole, so he could only get together quite close to the outside of the pothole. I thought that once the plane came, I would be able to jump into the pothole as fast as possible, and he didn't care if the chief in the pit would be killed together. Li Jinshi was also dragged by him. He was not the only one who thought the same way, and in order not to block the trench communication, he still made the order in a glaring way. One by one, like a guard of honor, greets the gray-faced sergeants who come and go endlessly.

You may also feel that a bright military uniform is awkward on such an occasion, so you casually lean on the edge of the trench, trying to wipe off the dirty outfit, and it seems that you belong here.

The gunfire on the line of the extension of the position gradually became quieter, and the officers and men who came back one after another to support each other, and the officers and men who came back should have withdrawn according to the organizational system, but they could not see a single combat unit of the whole formation, even if it was a squad. Listening to the gunshots, what you know is always imaginary war, and these people interpret what the battlefield will be like.

I can't see a face that can show my skin, I can't see a military uniform of primary colors, my eyes are indifferent, and my emotions are sad.

They didn't go back to the city at night, maybe Han Bangmao was making some arrangements and arrangements, or maybe they were waiting for some news here. No one would think that he was leading by example, inspiring soldiers. But he did it anyway, almost walking along the ditch, stopping from time to time to draw a large pie, and occasionally feeling a little sorrow and tears. Seriously, in that scene, even Brother Hao thinks that Han Bangmao is a good chief.

When the night was deeper, I finally waited for it, and finally knew what Han Bang Mallet thought. Li Jinshi and they began to send money around the trenches, shining in the ocean, not legal tender. Brother Hao said that this was the real encouragement, but Li Jinshi asked Brother Hao how many people could take it back? Not many people! No matter how much he looked on his face and heart when he received the ocean, after all, there were only a few people who could get it back, or not.

Li Jinshi was suddenly awakened by the sound of gunfire, and then there was a noisy but high-pitched shout, "Enemy attack!" Wake up Brother Hao with a kick and quickly pull the bolt, at this time, the pistol and the close-range art fart are not used. One rolled to the mouth of the pothole, and listened carefully to realize that it was not in.

This is no longer an attack, this should be a general attack. With the exception of the western side, gunfire gradually intensified in all directions.

A group of people circled around the main pit, and the whole battlefield was devoid of their characters, like a lump of mud in a picture scroll. Anyone who sees it is annoying.

For lunch, he chewed dry food and drank cold water, Brother Hao hadn't suffered like this for a long time since he was a mixed officer and soldier, and Li Jinshi hadn't been like this for two years. Before the meal was finished, there was another "enemy attack"! In order to avoid the appearance of the foreign appearance in the morning, Li Jinshi should have eaten and still eaten like that.

Outcome...... Thousands of Japanese attacked from the west, and the west was a weak point of defense. Yesterday there was no on the entire western side of the battlefield.

"The Japanese have reinforcements again!" everyone understood. There was a noise in the main pit, there was no specific order, and the various defensive combat units were ready, but not on the west side.

The tragic guard battalion had to go along the trench to the western side for defense. There are no more troops to send, and there is already a hiccup of the commander on the west side. Han Banggawan is really not good for his own safety, let the Japanese pull their mouths.

At this time, I don't know whether to show my head or hide it, I will be killed, and if I don't show my head, I may have been pointed at a gun when I show my head again. Li Jinshi really knew that death was so simple when he was on the battlefield, and he only needed to show his head.

If you encounter a major event, you must be calm. Thinking about his master's words, Li Jinshi tried his best to calm down, and tried his best to let his art of listening to and arguing be able to perform in a chaotic environment. From time to time, he looked up at the route of the bullets, and then compared with the judgment of listening to the sound of the defense, Li Jinshi finally showed his head. Ignored Brother Hao's howl.

Watching Li Jinshi keep pulling the bolt and shooting, and waving his fist from time to time, he knew that he had killed many Japanese. Brother Hao also trembled, but he was clinging to Li Jinshi. After all, there were already acquaintances with brain-splitting brains around him, and he didn't dare to be reckless.

"How much?" looked up at the dense Japanese outside the trench. Hey, you really don't need to aim! Brother Hao also began to pull the bolt and shoot. A person who is immersed in repetitive movements is the most simplistic in his thinking, and he has only one thought: to shoot at the dead.

Li Jinshi dragged Brother Hao, and a bullet slipped past his ear. At this time, Brother Hao woke up, and then he realized that he had died once just now, and only then did he understand why the recruits died so quickly. Just now, he simply forgot about the battlefield, forgot about his life, forgot that he would also be hit, and only thought that he could kill a Japanese by shooting, and they would not be able to come up.

There is no shortage of courage on the battlefield, and the scene will take you in.

The sound of "chirping" did not stop, and the Japanese who came to support did not have heavy weapons, which was Li Jinshi's luck. At this time, the guard battalion really integrated into the battlefield, or rather fell into it more appropriately. The old rivers and lakes have the benefits of the old rivers and lakes, and once they adapt to the environment, they can exert their extraordinary abilities. The premonition and judgment of danger are not comparable to the eggs of recruits, not even veterans.

Just these two or three hundred people, just pressed the thousands of Japanese who attacked. There was no longer the timidity and confusion of the beginning, the rhythm control was getting smoother and smoother, exchanging positions with each other, replacing cover, always firing at the right place and time, and always not allowing the Japanese to cross that line. This is not the line set by anyone, it is the default in this group of old rivers and lakes, or the default of uniformity.

"Cool! Cool! Hey, I said recruit eggs, hurry up and get bullets for you, by the way, take a batch of guns to change, it's so hot. ”

"your grandson! Again"

"Sample, still climbing? Oops, the little Japanese steel helmet is okay, the bullet has slipped over. That's the back of the ditch. ”

This is no longer a battle, they seem to be performing, and the combat units that were originally defending have begun to be responsible for changing guns, pulling bolts, and then placing them along the trench on this side. The group of people was a small group of people, and they kept shooting and changing places. There was no one to command, and when he began to dodge, there were still people shouting for command, and then he found that command was redundant, and there was no greater efficiency than this.

Not every bullet on the battlefield can hit, and it is impossible. That's a sneak attack or a small team fight. Most of the large-scale combat bullets are flying, or they are flying randomly, and more of them are deterrence and threats to cooperate with the opponent's heart, forming the defense line and advance and retreat of the battlefield.