"Kill!"

Gong Xinliang held the big knife in his hand, dodged the devil's bayonet with a dodge of his body, and then picked up the big knife, knocked the devil down on the head, and then pounced on another devil again.

On the position of Gong Xinliang's battalion, there are soldiers and devils who are engaged in white-knuckle battles everywhere, and the two sides are mixed together, you have me, I have you, and they can't tell each other apart.

The corpses on the ground were piled up, and the blood soaked the dirt, and when I grabbed a handful of dirt with my hand and squeezed it hard, I could squeeze out a lot of blood.

Gong Xinliang already had more than a dozen scars on his body, and one scar dragged from his left cheek to his chin, and the flesh and blood were blurred and frightening. But he just grabbed a handful of dirt and wiped it, and then went into battle again with a big knife.

The fierce battle continued, and both sides had forgotten about life and death, and only knew that killing the people in front of them in different clothes was the only belief.

The soldiers fell down with the devils, although the soldiers were much less than the devils, but there were many devils who couldn't stand it, and the tactics of adding fuel made Gong Xinliang and them have no time to rest at all.

With such a high-intensity fierce battle, there is no time to rest, even those who are beaten by iron can't stand it, Gong Xinliang's physical strength is declining rapidly, and they are now walking a little shaky.

But even so, as soon as the shadow of the devil appeared, one by one the fighters rushed forward like crazy as if they had taken stimulants, one fiercer than the other.

Gong Xinliang sometimes thinks that this may be the power of the spirit.

The devil's attack lasted for more than ten minutes, two-thirds of which was in white-knuckle combat, and finally the devil couldn't stand it anymore and retreated in a hurry.

The warriors chased and killed for a few steps, and then retreated under Gong Xinliang's order, they still had a lot of things to do, and there was no time to rest at all.

Some people are busy reinforcing their positions, and some people are collecting weapons and ammunition from the devils in case of emergency.

Although the ammunition brought with them this time was sufficient, they couldn't stand the fierce battle, and less than one-tenth of the ammunition in their hands had been consumed, and it was only a matter of time before they were all exhausted.

Standing in the trench of the position, Gong Xinliang held a telescope while gasping and observing the situation of the devils around the position.

Now they have been surrounded by devils, there are devils' horse manure everywhere, and there is the light of the devils' shaking bayonets everywhere, especially in the direction of the mountain behind them, the devil's troops are dense, and they are everywhere in the mountains, and there is at least one wing of people.

By now, Gong Xinliang also understood that they were basically in a desperate situation, surrounded by so many troops, unless they could fly, otherwise they would basically not be able to escape.

Of course, Gong Xinliang didn't retreat anymore, after giving up the only chance to retreat, he already had the idea of co-living with the position, this is the grave of the devil, and it will also be their last.

After walking around the entire position, Gong Xinliang found a place to sit down. When he sat down, he felt that the bones in his whole body were about to fall apart, and he didn't want to move, and he didn't even feel tired to breathe.

At this moment, a soldier ran over, came to him, and said cautiously, "Battalion commander, this is what I captured from the devil, you can taste it." As he spoke, he handed a pack of cigarettes to Gong Xinliang.

Looking at the pack of camel brand cigarettes, Gong Xinliang smiled, he didn't take out his own better cigarettes, but took the pack of cigarettes from the soldier's hand, then took one out of it, and then threw the rest back to the soldier, "Go, give these cigarettes to everyone." ”

The warrior was just about to leave, Gong Xinliang seemed to remember something, he called out to the warrior again, and in the soldier's puzzled gaze, he took out his cigarette from his backpack and threw it to the warrior, "Let's share these with them too."

The soldier was a little stupid with a cigarette, "Strange, battalion commander, do you have a cigarette?" ”

"If you have a cigarette, you can't smoke it, Lao Tzu likes this camel brand." Gong Xinliang glanced at him angrily, and then scolded, "Go quickly, the devil will attack in a while." ”

The warriors hurriedly ran down and distributed the cigarettes to the soldiers, of course, not enough for one person, but one for a few people.

The soldiers got the cigarettes, lit them on the burning flame on the battlefield, and then took a sip and a sip.

Gong Xinliang leaned against the wall of the trench, smoking a cigarette in one gulp, but he was thinking about things in his head.

"It seems that I can't go back this time, it's just how my father is in health, and whether the cattle at home are still working." Gong Xinliang's thoughts were full of thoughts, all of them were the shadows of his family, "Is the child old again, can you not be old after working so hard, I can't live with them." ”

Taking out a photo from his jacket pocket, Gong Xinliang looked at the photo, which showed a beautiful and dignified young woman holding a child in her arms.

Reaching out and gently wiping the soil off his palm, Gong Xinliang carefully held the photo in front of him, he looked at it very attentively, and looked at it with a happy smile on his face.

At this time, one of the fighters shouted, "Battalion commander, the devil is coming." ”

Hearing what the soldier said, Gong Xinliang hurriedly put the photo in his pocket, then grabbed the gun beside him, threw himself on the trench and looked out.

This time it seemed that there were more devils coming up, attacking from the second line of defense and from behind at the same time, and at least one squadron of devils came along the hillside towards the position.

"Prepare for battle!" Gong Xinliang roared, and then completely drove out the memories just now, staring at the devil who was getting closer and closer.

After the fierce battle just now, the number of people in the first battalion is only half of the original, and most of them are wounded, but these people have experienced the baptism of bloody battles, as if they have been reborn, and their bodies are full of murderous aura, which makes people a little afraid to face it.

Moreover, now these people do not have the slightest panic when they look at the devil, as if they are looking at the beef noodles brought over, very calm.

"Pay attention to saving ammo, and wait until the devil gets close before fighting." Gong Xinliang crouched on the trench, pulling his neck and shouting, reminding the soldiers.

No one spoke, and all their attention was on those devils.

The devils are getting closer and closer, one by one cautiously, trying to choose routes that are easy to conceal, and it can be seen that these are also veterans with rich combat experience.

"This kind of team is the most difficult to deal with." Gong Xin thought so in his conscience, but he didn't have the slightest fear.

As the devil approached, the hands of the warriors holding their weapons gradually tightened, and they sat down to prepare for battle.

Gong Xinliang's palms were sweaty, and he said to himself, "Closer, closer, yes, really good, closer." ”

Finally, the devil stepped into the range he had demarcated.

"Hit!" Gong Xinliang roared.

Da da da, light and heavy machine guns opened fire together, and fierce battles began again on the position.

At the bottom of the hill, in a mountain col, in the wing headquarters of the captain of the 11th Independent Mixed Brigade of the devil, the captain of the Mishima wing was walking around with his hands behind his back, and the chief of staff of the wing next to him, Hirata, was also there.

"Mishima-kun, I always feel strange about this matter, this team's performance is too suspicious." Hirata has a small flat head and a black mustache on his lips, and he looks very shrewd and capable.

Hearing him say this, Mishima stopped, and then asked, "Yes, Hirata-kun, what do you think?" ”

"The behavior of this group of Chinese troops is very abnormal, the offensive position is not in full swing, but turns to defense halfway, and when it finds that it is about to be surrounded, it not only does not break through, but strengthens the position, which is really wrong."

"Yes, at first, I analyzed that it might be used as a bait, but I haven't seen the slightest movement so far, which shows that the judgment of the bait is also wrong." Mishima nodded, agreeing with Hirata's judgment.

"Since he's not a decoy, what's his purpose in doing this?" Hirata frowned, pondering and meditating, and suddenly his heart moved, "He's not a bait, no, he's a bait." ”

The captain of Mishima was also confused by this guy, he didn't know what the other party meant, "What is bait and not bait?" ”

"Here's the thing—" Hirata leaned over to Captain Mishima and whispered something, and the more Captain Mishima listened, the more wrong his face became.

After Hirata finished speaking, Mishima took a deep breath, "Yes, Hirata, your analysis is very reasonable, maybe he is really a decoy released by the enemy." ”

"That's right, this team's appetite is really big, and they actually calculated to Lushun City, they didn't think that even if they took Lushun City, they wouldn't be able to defend it at all, and they would fall into a heavy siege."

"I think there may be other reasons for this." Hirata said.

"So what now?" Mishima was a little big at the thought of the possible consequences, and reached out to grab the phone, "I'm going to call the commander and report our conjectures." ”

The phone was dialed, but no one answered at all, and it rang for a long time, and no one answered.

"What's wrong?" Hirata saw the change in Mishima's face and hurriedly asked.

Mishima put down the phone with a gloomy face, "No one answered at the headquarters, I suspect something is wrong." ”

Hirata stepped to the tent, waved over the two Japanese soldiers, and ordered, "Return to Arthur City at once, and deliver the latest information here to Your Excellency the Commander without delay." ”

At this time, Mishima had already written the information, which contained his guess with Hirata, and then sealed the mouth and handed it to one of the soldiers.

The two soldiers got on their motorbikes and left, and it didn't take long to get there at such a close distance.

When the two of them left, Mishima and Hirata breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's next?" Mishima asked Hirata.

Hirata thought for a moment, "Wait, now we're going to wait." ”

Neither of them spoke anymore, and they all stood in the tent and waited quietly.

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Something.,The update may be slowed down a bit.,I'll try to have as many yards as possible.,I hope you bear more!