"Sleep, hurry up and sleep."

"The Japanese will not attack again tonight."

"Hurry up and get some sleep, don't blame me for not reminding you." Long Wenwen's voice sounded again, "There will be no more time to sleep for the next few days." ”

……

The dragon article is a prophecy.

For the next three days, the Sichuan army could not find a chance to sleep again.

On the first day, the Japanese concentrated the forces of a squadron and the offensive failed.

The next day, the Japanese concentrated the forces of two squadrons and again failed.

On the third day, when the sun rose in the east, the cannon fodder lying on the scorched ground saw the blackened Japanese soldiers gathered under the hillside.

"At least one brigade." Wang Yan said, "There are also artillery and tanks. ”

The cannon fodder looked solemn, because they didn't need a telescope at all, they could see it clearly with the naked eye.

The Japanese troops gathered at the bottom of the hillside had at least one infantry brigade of more than a thousand people, and behind the Japanese infantry, there was also an artillery squadron that was constructing artillery positions.

This artillery squadron had 4 75 mountain guns and 2 92 infantry guns.

In addition to artillery, this group of Japanese troops even had four Type 95 light tanks.

Long wrote: "Can our Vickers artillery reach the artillery positions of the Japanese army?" ”

Wang Yan measured the distance, shook his head and said, "It's out of reach, it's already beyond the range of the Vickers cannon." ”

"No, Lord Tuanza, and Lord Campza." Meng was annoyed and didn't know when he came over again, and spat wildly with a snort on his face, "You two shouldn't still be going to defend it, right?" ”

Wang Yan asked rhetorically: "Third soldier Meng, do you think you should give up?" ”

"It's not that I think I should give up." Meng was annoyed and said, "The key is that we can still hold it?" ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the eyes under the hillside, and said, "Have you seen it?" There is at least one brigade here, and a brigade of the Japanese army is worthy of a division of the national army! ”

"And it's an elite division with a full crew."

"A cannon fodder regiment like ours, one brigade of the Japanese army can fight ten regiments!"

"Really?" Long Wenwen said lightly, "The Japanese troops we killed also add up to a brigade, right?" ”

"That's different." Meng was annoyed and said, "Yes, you won so many battles by stealing chickens and dogs, but that was because the Japanese army was careless and didn't pay attention to it." ”

"But this time it's noticeably different."

"It's no different." Long said.

"It's different this time." Meng was annoyed and said, "You can't be proud, you have won so many small battles, but if you think that the combat effectiveness of the Japanese army is only like this, then you are wrong, if you continue to fight, you will kill the entire Sichuan Army, you will kill everyone here, making them a lonely ghost in a foreign land." ”

"Even if you die, you still have to keep it." Long said, "You have to keep it." ”

"Yo hey." Meng was annoyed, "I feel the need for me to remind you. ”

"The Sichuan Legion has been defeated earlier, so in the eyes of the higher-ups, the Chuan Legion no longer exists, which means that no matter how long we stay here, the higher-ups will not know, let alone give you credit! Even if you die, you won't be able to earn the title of a martyr, let alone half a pension. ”

"As for the promotion of the official to the knighthood, it has nothing to do with you!"

Wang Yan and Long Wenwen turned their heads to look at it at the same time.

"You are fighting just to be promoted to a knight?"

"You're only fighting to show for the higher-ups?"

"At such a young age, why is your worldview so crooked?"

"You haven't thought about what will happen if we run away?"

"If the country is destroyed, even if you survive, what's the point?"

"I finally know why you fled all the way from Beiping to Yunnan, but you are still alive and well."

"Your uncle." Meng was annoyed and was trained by the two of them, and his face turned red, and he said angrily, "The little master also used to fight with the devil, and he also used a Molotov cocktail to blow up the devil's tank. ”

"The little master's leg was stabbed by the devil when he was fighting with a bayonet."

"I let the little devil stab me when I was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead!" Wang Yan ruthlessly exposed, "You have never blown up the devil's tank, it is all a picture imagined in your mind." ”

"It's not you......" Meng was annoyed, and suddenly had a hellish expression.

"It's all written on your face when you lie." Wang Yan said coldly.

Meng was annoyed and subconsciously touched his face, is it really written on his face?

Taking advantage of the absence of Long Wenwen and Wang Yan, Meng was annoyed and whispered to Bu Yan beside him: "Really, after all these back-and-forth on the edge of life and death, the little master finally found out that the most precious thing is your life." ”

"Your own life is precious, and other people's lives are also precious, and no one wants to die."

"How expensive is it?" Bu Spicy said, "A lot of money?" How expensive is your life? ”

Meng's annoyed face fell, and he said angrily: "I mean, the two of them will kill everyone here and make it impossible for us to go home." ”

"Wang Ba Gai Di, you want to go home by yourself." It's not spicy, it's not good.

Meng frowned more and more when he was annoyed, but he was never spicy, but he unexpectedly found that things seemed to be a little different from what he expected, and not all cannon fodder wanted to go home like him.

Even, most cannon fodder thinks differently from him.

This can be seen from the place where Long Article and Ah Yi passed, and the eyes of those cannon fodder looking at them.

Obviously, Long Wenwen and Ah Yi gave these cannon fodder hope, which in his opinion is unrealistic hope, but in the eyes of these cannon fodder, hope is hope.

……

The preparation time of the Japanese army was longer than Meng expected.

For a full hour, the Japanese did not attack.

But Meng was annoyed and knew that this was definitely not a good thing.

The longer the Japanese army prepares, the greater the intensity of the offensive.

This is definitely not a good thing for a group of cannon fodder like them.

At about ten o'clock, the Japanese finally began the artillery bombardment, and two 92 infantry guns plus four 75 mountain guns hit rows of shells on the positions of the cannon fodder regiment.

Since this is only a rough shelling, there is no specific target, and it still causes casualties to the cannon fodder regiment.

From time to time, shells fell into trenches or even foxholes, and after the explosion, only severed limbs were left in the trenches or foxholes, and even a finger fell in front of Meng's annoying eyes.

Meng was annoyed and disgusted, and swept away the severed finger.

Five minutes later, the Japanese artillery began to extend its fire.

The Japanese infantry began to advance from the assembly area.

More than 50 Japanese troops opened the sparse straggler line and advanced rapidly with bright bayonets.

This time, Long Wenwen did not play clever again, but gave the order to fire early, and more than a hundred meters away, the cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army began to fire fiercely.