When Chen Yueyang found Ma Chenglong, he saw that Ma Chenglong was eating a meal with Cripple Wu and Liu Mazi, and the enamel jar was passed around in the hands of the three of them.

These three people are guys whose lives are big enough to a certain extent, and now it can be said that everyone in the entire 8th Army knows about it, and most of the soldiers who come and go will greet or nod at them, but basically they don't get a response.

Chen Yueyang stood in the distance, watching Ma Chenglong and the three of them gobble up without raising their heads, and it seemed that there was no one else in their eyes...... Only Liu Mazi on the side was busy stealing, rolling cannon smoke one by one; The lame five were eating and playing straw sandals; Ma Chenglong was just counting a thick stack of banknotes, counting them over and over, and the corners of the banknotes were stained with dried and blackened blood.

Chen Yueyang's face became stunned. It is himself, perhaps a ridiculous fate, that binds these three seemingly unrelated people together, rubbing and running in this dead land in an irresistible way, and the three people who have nothing in common from nature to appearance have nothing in common because of too much blood and killing, and gradually condensed into the current relationship that is harder than steel, some people call this brotherhood, and some people call it the same comrade with the son.

"How do you eat a rice jar?" Chen Yueyang calmly walked up and greeted him with a smile.

Ma Chenglong didn't seem to see it, and he didn't raise his eyelids and continued to count the money, Liu Mazi still rolled cigarettes there, but he put down his straw sandals and gave Chen Yueyang a step down, "The other cylinders are called bullet leaks, and there is only one left!" ”

"I brought some wine and food." Chen Yueyang held up the things in his hand, more or less embarrassed, "The top has given a death order, this time to take the Japanese position within a time limit, otherwise they will all be punished, and I will charge with you when I turn back." ”

The mistakes made by Ma Chenglong and others should have been shot, but this time they were able to stay, and it did play a positive role in attacking the main peak, and Ma Chenglong's mountain combat experience reduced the casualties of the attacking troops to a certain extent, which is precisely the biggest reason why they have not been transferred off the line of fire until today. Of course, this is just an excuse to give him a plausible and satisfying excuse.

"Hu Laosan, Bull Demon King, Lao Luo Guo, plus the three of us....." Ma Chenglong muttered to himself, suddenly raised his head, and handed the money in his hand to Chen Yueyang, "If there is anything, you can help divide it up when you arrive, and take it back." ”

Chen Yueyang almost subconsciously took the money, and then caught the cigarette shell that was handed over with the address densely written, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour. Ma Chenglong opened the wine brought by Chen Yueyang, raised his head and took a sip, handed it to Liu Mazi casually, glared and asked: "Lao Liu, do you have any fucking money, Lao Tzu counted a few times and felt wrong!" ”

"I said, Brother Ma, don't you mean to wronged me so much, I said that I didn't get the money for the last time I hit Yin Mountaineering...... I can't wait to go to Lao Luoguo's house to support him, can I care about this little money? ”

"Let me touch my pocket!"

"Hey...... Don't, why don't you touch Lao Tzu's crotch, Lao Tzu can turn his face! ”

When Chen Yueyang left, the cripple had already finished the straw sandals in his hand and began to prepare to play the second pair. When Lao Luo Guo left, he was barefoot, and the lame five felt that his heart was tumbling, and his brother did not wear the straw sandals he beat when he left. So no matter how Ma Chenglong and Liu Mazi fought at this time, he didn't participate, just busy beside him.

Seeing the two closest brothers arguing and laughing and scolding beside him, the lame five also smiled, smiled and smiled, raised his hand to wipe his face, and then looked up at the sky.

"It's raining......" he whispered.

In fact, it was not tears, he had no tears to shed.

.......

The offensive against the last Japanese positions was launched after dawn. As the vanguard, the 3rd Battalion was the first to break through the Japanese tank defenses. In dealing with these behemoths that were half-buried in the earth, the soldiers took the approach of blowing up the barrels and then lifting the turrets, which also cost a great deal of casualties.

Scorpions and Mushu were in the front trenches, and they did not rely on bunkers or tanks, but only hid their bodies by foxholes, and again and again they poked out to shoot the charging Chinese soldiers. Although the individual firepower point arranged by Mushu seemed to be very weak, it maximized the advantage of the position, dozens of Japanese soldiers stuck to the defensive line, and when they finally reached the approach stage, the scene was already chaotic, and the rear bunker spat tongues of fire without distinguishing between enemies and enemies, and the crowd fell down in pieces. Faced with the tide of Chinese soldiers rushing forward and coming up one after another, the scorpion no longer looked at the rear, abandoned his gun and got up, sneered and pulled out the bayonet behind his waist.

The Chinese rushed up. Everywhere there were people, people, people, people, dead and lasting, these uprooted expeditioners, apparently better at using hoes than guns, finally poured into the Japanese positions with their desperate charges, only to find their own men on all sides.

The Japanese troops, who were separated in different areas, did not have such concerns, they lined up in a circle back to back, did not need to aim at all, and could hit the target by firing with their eyes closed. The scorpion soon rushed into the crowd of enemy troops, the bayonets kept flying, and the Chinese soldier became the most competent fish belly for fear of accidentally injuring him, and a puddle of blood splashed with the scorpion's rushing figure, and no one could dodge his fatal and sophisticated stabbing.

The constant screams in his ears were like a beautiful music, feeling the blade withering between the muscles and bones, the scorpion breathing in the bloody air, and suddenly felt that this was the real value of his own life, and the life that had been as plain as water in the past seemed to have no meaning.

The rifle in Mu Shu's hand continued to fire, and with every shot, one of the Chinese soldiers who pounced on the scorpion fell, without exception.

A close and a long attack, under the edge of ***, this piece of Chinese soldiers actually temporarily appeared in a rout. The scorpion laughed, sneered, laughed.

The scorpion's laughter didn't last long, almost subconsciously, and he suddenly turned his head in the middle of the fight, followed by the wolf eyes that were staring at him in the smoke.

The boiling and furious killing intent in those eyes actually reminded him of a ferocious beast for the first time, and it was definitely not a human being.

Ma Chenglong suddenly roared and rushed over after seeing this tall and thin Japanese soldier stabbing many people in a row. The Scorpion's ruthlessness in using cold weapons convinced him that he had found his target, and the majestic wooden tree beside the Scorpion was a familiar face he had seen before.

At the same time, Mu Shu also noticed Ma Chenglong. Ma Chenglong, who had a shaved head, was extremely eye-catching in the previous charging line, he was running wildly all the way to fire, running extremely tricky, good at finding cover, and the loose method was particularly accurate, and several soldiers in the garrison were shot in the head by him.