At night, the mountains and forests are always exceptionally silent, and the slightest movement is not heard in the ears, and the procession walks on the dirt path between the mountains and forests, and from time to time someone steps on the dead branches, making a crackling sound.

The feeling of being lost for a long time returned to the chest, but there was another indescribable worry, for the defeated soldiers who were accustomed to defeat, going to the battlefield again was a contest of courage and fear.

Basket Scoop seemed to fall into memory, his companions were all dead, the Japanese fire seemed to be endless, and the bullets grazed his head several times, and he thought that it was impossible for him to crawl out of the sea of corpses.

Henan Yan Yu Laoyi's hanging right hand was a little trembling, the surrounding scene was blurred, he seemed to have returned to the tragic battlefield, the original living companion became a broken arm in a blink of an eye, how he wanted to raise a gun, muster up the courage to fight with the devil, but fear finally defeated courage.

Crawling under the corpse and pretending to be dead, he didn't dare to move, until the sound of the Japanese soldier chirping and wah-wow passed away from his ears, and he slowly got up in panic, and his trouser legs were already wet.

Lose face!

It's better than losing your life.

This history of humiliation Yu Lao Yi is silent about people, if someone really asks, he will want to break his head and try his best to describe the story of how he fought bravely on the battlefield.

Of course, because it is fictional, it can only be a story.

Li Jiasheng bowed his head and fiddled with his rifle, he swore that he had almost touched this gun, and he would never want to be like the last time he went to the battlefield, so panicked that he couldn't even pull the bolt for a long time.

"Damn, it's all caused by this broken gun, and the bolt can't be pulled!"

"Broken gun, you're going to kill Lao Tzu today!"

Li Jiasheng became a deserter, and even lost his gun, but he didn't throw it out and want to smash the devil, but just threw it on the ground indiscriminately and fled.

Of course, it's no wonder that he raised his eyes and looked around, didn't they all escape!

The officers fled the fastest, and were protected by special guards when they fled.

The commanders have all run away, the positions have been lost, if these soldiers continue to resist stubbornly, isn't it the head that let the donkey kick it?

Li Jiasheng continued to fiddle with the rifle in his hand, and he kept pulling the bolt, very sure that this time he would never repeat the humiliation of the last time.

Everyone seemed to be thinking about something, even the soldiers who weren't given guns, many of them were thinking.

It's good to have thoughts, but I'm afraid that if I think too much, I'm afraid.

Han Feng turned his head and said: "Soldiers defend their families and defend the country, and they die on the battlefield, no one knows which day they will be glorious, but we were born in this world, even if we leave, we must always leave a little trace, at least three or two people must know what their names are, right?"

There are no immortals in war, if you are all dead, but no one remembers your name, isn't it a big loss!

The team moved on, telling the people behind them what your name was. ”

The team was shocked and immediately responded.

"Brother, my name is Dong Xu, you must remember it, in case I die, you have to point to my corpse and tell everyone that this is Dong Xu."

"I remember."

"My name is Dabao, because my father and mother are baby, my name is easy to remember, you must not forget."

"Don't worry, you can't forget it, even if you die, you can't forget it."

Sun Shu turned his head, "Everyone always likes to call me losing, the name of losing is not good, my name is Sun Shu, the book of the Four Books and the Five Classics." ”

"Captain Loser, don't worry, your name is easy to remember, if we lose the battle again, the brothers will remember you at once."

The team laughed again.

Only Jiang Long, who usually likes to laugh, did not smile, he is now a heavy responsibility, he can feel Han Feng's heavy use of him, first the distribution of more than 50 guns, and now he has to command the charge of the follow-up team.

But...... Jiang Long looked back at the team behind him, the team that was about to follow him to launch a charge against the Japanese army and engage in a white-knuckle battle.

Carrying hoes, shovels, nail rakes, and some simply with their bare hands, the whole team did not have a few bayonets, and at a glance, it did not look like soldiers going to war, but like peasants preparing to go to the fields to farm.

Jiang Long complained with a bitter face, "Commander, our equipment is also ...... How can anyone fight bayonets with other devils with a hoe and shovel? ”

Han Feng said: "What's the matter, I think the equipment is poor?" Tell you, this is good, you should all know that the Eighth Route Army was raised by the stepmother, and the equipment is very poor, but do you know how bad it is?

Most teams, two people can't carry a gun, it's mostly an old sleeve, and they didn't shoot a few shots on the battlefield, hey, the gun is broken, and it's even more varied when fighting white-knuckle battles, what is the most admirable, the old squad leader of the cooking class who is not good at his legs and feet, took a kitchen knife and rushed to the forefront.

The kitchen knife was stained with blood, it was the blood of the enemy, and later when the old squad leader continued to use the kitchen knife to cook for the soldiers, the soldiers ate more deliciously, why? Because we just want to eat the flesh of devils, drink the blood of devils, and make the enemy fearful. ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, no one suspected that this was fake, and everyone had heard of the difficult operating conditions of the Eighth Route Army.

Han Feng said: "So, don't complain, our conditions are good, and this time the opponent is even weaker and pitiful, just a small team." ”

A Japanese squad came out of the mouth of the regiment commander, and it seemed to be easy, and the soldiers didn't know how many times they had heard the regiment commander belittle the little devil like this.

After listening to it a lot, if it weren't for the cruelty of the devil still in his memory, the defeated soldiers really felt that the little devil was like that.

As they approached the ambush point, the team fell silent, and Nameless Slope arrived.

Han Feng waved his hand to signal the reinforced platoon of 56 people to disperse on the left and right sides of the nameless slope, and the others were also ambushed in the soil recesses on both sides.

The bright moonlight swayed on the dark earth, diffusing the bright color.

Without Han Feng's order, sensing the upcoming battle, all the soldiers subconsciously quieted down.

More than 300 black shadows crawled on the ground, quietly, not moving, and even the occasional insect chirping around them was so clear and pleasant, quietly echoing in the mountains and forests.

I don't know how long it took, probably because the confusion of this mountain forest was too strong, and the little devil got lost, and finally touched this nameless slope.

The babbling Japanese came faintly from afar, and then quickly disappeared.

Suddenly, all the soldiers who were already vigilant immediately tensed up.

See you again, little devil!

Han Feng said in a low voice: "Keep your head down for me, listen to my gunshots, and no one is allowed to expose it without my orders." ”

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