Fu Jia Zhengnan has seen too many dead people on the battlefield, and the last thing he wants to see is that the wounded cannot be treated before they die, and they cannot close their eyes before they die.

Those eyes were too pitiful, too sad, too much expectation. It's like lamp oil that is about to dry out, it can burn the brightest and brightest, and see through everything in the world.

There is a shortage of medical soldiers in the wing, and there is a shortage of medicines, and some seriously injured soldiers, even the best doctors cannot save them. And the fact that he couldn't close his eyes before he died deeply stimulated the Fu family politician, making him tilt his head and avoid these pairs of eyes before he died.

He really didn't have the courage to face such expectations and ask for help again. I can't do anything about it.

There is an unwritten rule in the health corps, those who can be saved should be treated immediately, and those who cannot be saved should not be saved. After saving them, more who can be saved also lose precious time.

Squadron Leader Nakano was very embarrassed at this time. The clothes had been cut several large by shrapnel, and the reddish-yellow soil on the face and the ground was the same color. He straightened up with the Fu family and wanted to report the losses after the shelling.

But Fujia Zhengtian waved his hand at him, and he had already seen the losses he had suffered, so he didn't need to report it anymore.

Fu Jia Zhengnan picked up the binoculars and observed the Chinese artillery again, still 2,000 meters away, the Chinese artillery after the shelling was over, and quickly retreated with mortars.

This time, the Japanese army did not pursue the Chinese artillery, and Fu Jia Masao did not give the order to pursue. The strength of the officers and men is almost exhausted, and even if they want to chase them, they will have no strength.

A large number of wounded soldiers left behind, dead and wounded horses, and the remaining heavy artillery, these problems are waiting for Fu Jia Zhengnan to deal with......

Han Xing led the guard company and mortar company, and carried out several strikes on Fu Jia Zhengnan's mountain artillery company. Their tactics are to hit and run, and then look for opportunities to strike again. It wasn't until it was finally confirmed that Fu Jiazhengnan's wing had indeed been disabled, and he withdrew from this position.

As for whether Fu Jiazhengnan's wing is dead or alive, whether they will resolutely join up with the 33rd Division, or whether there is no way to be forced to withdraw to their base camp, that is their own business.

After solving the problem of the Fu Jiazheng Men's Wing, Han Xing led the mortar guerrillas to set off again, looking for new targets.

The mountain has regained its autumn charm!

The dawn is looking for flowers, and the mountains are fragrant. The gentle monsoon breeze carried Han Xing into a boundless reverie, and mortar guerrillas kept shuttling through the valley, walking on winding paths.

The flow of mortar guerrillas suddenly stopped in the crowded place, and when they looked around, they saw that the sharp soldiers in front had stopped, and they had extended to the troops behind. After asking He Hunan, it turned out that the trail could only accommodate one person, so he had to calm down and wait peacefully and move forward slowly.

When Han Xing walked through the narrow path, it was as if he had walked into a paradise, as if he had come to another heaven. Listen to the wind in the forest, the mountain stream is covered with thousands of flowers, the clouds and mist are swirling overhead, the smoke is full of smoke under the feet, and the mountain peaks are confused by the smoke and rain, just like a shy girl covered with a shallow veil, in the misty clouds, exudes a faint fragrance.

Her innocent gaze was hazy with countless ripples, and she was half-hidden, not knowing whose heart of the season she was drunk with, and who made it the memory of this season, Han Xing had no choice but to hand over a few wisps of faint autumn thoughts on her forehead to the hazy autumn color.

The mountain high road is narrow and has many bends, where is the infinite scenery. After several guidance from the clouds and shadows, along the disorderly extension of the winding path in the forest, the group and the Don hippopotamus walked into the deep embrace of the mountains in turn, and after some tiring trekking through mountains and rivers, the troops were already at the peak of the valley.

The breeze on the top of the peak blows, only to see the clouds around the fog, the smoke and clouds and mountains are integrated, as if you are immersed in the painting of the clouds and flowing water, it seems that as soon as you stretch out your hand, you can touch the blue sky and white clouds. Sitting in the clouds and mist, looking at the mountains full of red maples up close, looking at the clouds in the distance, feeling in the wonderful heaven and earth.

The thrilling battles, the skillfully arranged self-transcendence, the beauty of the autumn rhyme and the covenant of roses that are waiting for a thousand years, are slowly staged!

Autumn, autumn, mortar guerrillas traveled hundreds of miles, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, all the way to the wind and dust, threw down the joys and sorrows, covered in thousands of wisps of smoke, holding a touch of autumn wind, holding the spring flowers and autumn moon in their hearts, standing on the peak full of autumn, finally, meet you!

The red sun is low, the afterglow is obliquely reflected, intoxicated in the hazy autumn color, the vague silhouette of the sparse orchid, sitting and watching the autumn evening, drunk with the autumn color, lingering in the forgetfulness, not realizing that it has been dusk to the clouds. I had no choice but to say goodbye to the peaks of the sunset, passed through the forest of Danfeng to the evening, walked through the path of sunset dyed autumn, and reluctantly went down the mountain.

Beside the trickling stream, gently blowing the autumn smoke of the evening breeze. Take a break in the grass full of autumn colors, pick up the afterglow of autumn dusk, and the fragment that seems to be like stepping on the clouds is still disturbed in my mind, and the love of the red maple that seems to depend on life and death is still floating and sinking in my heart.

lit a bonfire, set up a sentry, closed his eyes, autumn was full of joy, Han Xing picked up the charm of autumn in tenderness, brushed away the smoke and dust of the world, let the soft autumn wind cross the heart, slowly blow his cheeks, in the picturesque love song of the sunset, in the sleep of the full moon, hold a touch of dust-free autumn color, all the way!

After a few days of strikes, Han Xing's mortar guerrillas confirmed that the logistics baggage troops of the 33rd Division had almost been defeated, and the headquarters also urged Han Xing to return to the front line as soon as possible.

After Han Xing led the mortar guerrillas back to the Yongan front, Liu Zhiyuan immediately came to introduce the situation.

In just a few days, the tide of the battle changed dramatically. Due to the hard fighting for half a month, the Japanese army was unable to follow up with heavy weapons, and its combat effectiveness weakened rapidly. From the Miluo River to the Laodao River, the national army was even stronger, and several divisions of the Japanese army once again fell into a bitter battle.

The most powerful 6th Division crossed the Laodao River on the 29th. Unexpectedly, this part was immediately surrounded by the 60th Division and the 195th Division of the National Army, and was almost annihilated, so it had to break through in embarrassment.

When the main force of the 6th Division was desperately heading south on the front line of the Laodao River, it was suddenly surrounded by a large number of national troops. The two armies fought in a melee, and the 6th Division fought hard and suffered heavy casualties, so it was really unable to continue its advance.

In front of them, the 33rd Division of Yong'an was surrounded in a narrow area of more than ten square kilometers, and the 79th Army, the 20th Army, and the Southern Expeditionary Army passed through trenches and surrounded them to death. And Hou Dashan's heavy artillery regiment was not idle, beating them several times a day, which also caused heavy casualties and psychological fear to the 33rd Division.

Logistics has long been cut off from them, and the logistics baggage troops on the road have long been destroyed by Han Xing's mortar guerrillas and countless local armed forces. Even if I finally came, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the Wang Bawo of the 33rd Division.

Liu Zhiyuan discussed with Han Xing again: "Commander Han, should we continue to besiege their 33rd Division, or will we start fighting now and beat them fiercely?" ”

Han Xing thought for a while and said, "What I originally meant was to surround them for 10 days, lay them down hungry and beat them again." Judging from the current situation, there is no need for it, let's just hit them a few times and see how they react? ”

Liu Zhiyuan nodded and said, "Specifically, how are you going to beat them?" ”

Han Xing said: "We won't do the loss-making business, and it's not time to engage them in a short fight." The old way is to beat them with mortars, especially 120-mm heavy mortars, which are quite powerful, so let them taste the taste of our heavy mortar shells. ”

Liu Zhiyuan nodded and said, "Okay then!" ”

On autumn nights, crickets chirp in the grass of the wilderness. The world of bugs is simple, and they just sing to their heart's content this season. In the middle of the night, listening to the sound of insects, the mood is calm, and the heart is calm to hear the happiness of insects.

In the sky, the crescent moon had disappeared into the clouds. Han Xing has always loved the moon, whether it is a crescent moon or a bright moon. I like it like the moonlight of water, like silk. I always feel that the moon is like a woman, graceful and quiet. I like that poem very much: "But under the crystal curtain, looking at the autumn moon exquisitely." ”

This time, Han Xing took a company of guards and mortars to attack Zhangjiachong Hill. I'm used to it, so I like to take them. The auxiliary offensive was picked up by the large forces of the Southern Expeditionary Army. There are also the 79th Army and the 20th Army, and they cannot be called idle, but they must also be asked to cooperate.

Zhangjiachong Hill is in the center of the hinterland of the 33rd Devil Division, and only by taking this small high ground will it be a huge shock to the 33rd Division. From this small high ground, the mortar can hit the devil wherever he wants.

Zhang Xiaosan's Wu Xiaoming platoon played the role of the avant-garde again. Needless to say, in the avant-garde, Li Dazhong acted as a spearhead.

Li Dazhong rechecked his assault rifle, there were 8 large shuttles inserted in his body, and there was also a large shuttle full of 30 rounds in the assault rifle. Although the assault rifle may not be used in the intersperse, he is still ready to use it, and combat is only a auxiliary means after all.

The devils fortified a place with a radius of more than ten square kilometers, and the place was still too big, and there could not be a soldier lined up every meter. The devils also dug trenches one after another, but there are also places where there are no trenches, after all, their manpower is also limited.

During the day, he had already observed the terrain, but Li Dazhong still felt the weak place of the devil, crawled forward, and prepared to insert it. Behind him were two warriors crawling closely, and behind him were a whole squad of warriors, all following his example, lowering their bodies and trying not to make a sound.

A sawgrass next to him cut through Li Dazhong's face, causing pain on his face, but Li Dazhong didn't care about these small pains at all, he still crawled while observing the movement of the devil's position.

There was a flash of light in front, and Li Dazhong judged that this was the reflection of the devil's steel helmet in the light of the moon. Li Dazhong nodded silently, tonight's battle will start with this devil.

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