Although the officers all believed that this was a bullshit story about a guy who drank a lot of horse urine, the soldiers of the 8th Army were convinced of it. On the one hand, the level of information that officers and soldiers can access is different, and their natural judgment is also different, on the other hand, Chen Yueyang's battalion has never been peaceful since it was incorporated into the Rong 1st Division, as if it has the posture of daring to be a citizen of Liangshan with three thirds.

People get along with each other about momentum, and the same is true between troops. Most of the Rong 1st Division were veterans who had been wounded, bled bloodied, and had walked through the underworld, and when they went into battle against the enemy, they really did not change their faces when the shells fell at their feet, but Chen Yueyang's subordinates were arrogant, scolding others if they disagreed, and sometimes they didn't even do anything. No matter how strong you are when you first arrive, you should at least pretend to be honest for a few days ago, and then as soon as you appeared, you shocked the entire Rong 1st Division, and it was surprising that you quickly gained a foothold.

Of course, from this level, it is certain that Chen Yueyang has a backstage. The officers of the regiments of the 1st Rong Division did not restrain their subordinates on the grounds of "sincere unity" and were not allowed to clash with the 3rd Regiment and 3rd Battalion. Fortunately, after a long time, the respectful brothers and soldiers made these gendarme uncles no longer feel interested, and they finally came to peace.

This time, the 8th Army will be transferred to the front line to attack Matsuyama, which can be said to be quite sudden. At the same time, for the 3rd Battalion of the Rong 3rd Regiment has always been a legendary past, countless brothers of the 8th Army have set their eyes on them, and the exciting thing is that the Rong 1st Division has really become the first card played by Commander He. But Chen Yueyang didn't know that he had invisibly become the focus of the most attention.

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After eating two hard buns and drinking half a bowl of cold water mixed with mud, Gao Daya still felt a little swollen and painful in his stomach, so he bent his waist, dragged a sapper shovel, and walked to the dead corner of the trench and pulled down his pants. There was a strange smell in the air, like the countless rats that had been soaking in the dung pit for a whole year piled up on the other side of the trenches. Gao Daya covered his mouth and nose with half a rag, pouted his ass, and gasped with difficulty, and the back door, which had not moved for several days, was scorchingly painful.

In fact, the stench was not from a dead rat, but from a dead person. The vast majority of the corpses all over the mountains are the national army, there are also some devils, the rainy season makes it extremely difficult to collect the corpses, at the beginning there are people to drag the dead brothers back, and then the road is muddy and bumpy, and a single person can't go, so the corpses can't even be transported back, plus the Japanese cold guns continue, and slowly no one cares. The wind and rain, coupled with the high temperature during the day, the corpse soon began to decompose, swollen into strange-shaped flesh sacs, and finally exploded with a "pop", exploding countless maggots with white flowers.

The continuous heavy rain washed the blackened corpse water and the dirty blood down the mountain, and the soldiers in the trenches were soaked in it, and the pain was unspeakable. There is no vegetation to survive in the places where these corpses flow, and if they are accidentally stained on people for a long time, they can fall down large pieces of rotten skin.

Gao Daya lay upset with the corpse water dripping down the edge of the ditch behind him, and his legs were half squatting without squatting, which was even more uncomfortable and extremely hard. Dozens of meters away from the periphery of the position, there was a forest belt with quite high terrain, where he would not be soaked in corpse water, but he did not dare to go, preferring to nest next to it to solve the problem, and after the incident, he had to endure the nausea of sappers shovels to shovel his granular feces out of the trenches.

Earlier, one of the three companies called Xiaozhu was running out into the woods over there to, and when he was halfway through his pants, a bullet shot through his head. Gao Daya felt that the little pillar had also fallen moldy for eight lifetimes, and he just in time for the devil sniper to come out and move. Yin Mountaineering is fateful, but the little devil is not giving up, and he has not stopped shelling intermittently, and the black pine has been fighting very hard recently. The main peak of Matsuyama is right in front of you, and it is very convenient for the devil to come down, and it is hidden. Of course, if you go up from below, it's not the same at all, and the wide field of view allows the devil observation post to see the flies flying up the main peak one by one.

The devil likes to engage in sneak attacks very much, and there are not many people who come out every time, more than ten or twenty of them in the sky, relying on the familiarity in the mountains, and often touching the rear of the camp to kill fiercely, and last time they also blew up the temporary ammunition depot. I have to say that these bastards are ruthless, dare to fight and kill, and have not captured a single prisoner in the battle until now, let alone surrendered on their own initiative. At this time, although he was squatting in the trench and didn't even dare to take his head, Gao Daya still felt a little chill in his back, but he was afraid that a devil would suddenly appear behind him, so he shot himself.

I heard that there is a very good brother on the side of Rolling Longpo, one person has one gun, and he has already beheaded dozens of devils in his hands. Gao Daya really wanted to have such a person by his side, and he was dreaming about it.

After finally settling the inventory that had been saved in his stomach for a few days, Gao Daya dragged his two numb legs, touched the sapper shovel leaning against the edge of the trench, and cleaned up the filth in the dripping rain. Even the relief is so difficult, the days pass by by naturally extremely aggrieved, the logistics troops do not know how long has not appeared, and then they have to run out of food, drink simply rain, moldy and wet weather makes people sores layer by layer, sometimes it will itch the heart.

There are more and more wounded, more and more deserters, and more and more dead, Gao Daya doesn't know how long he can last, he also doesn't believe that the troops can quickly order Songshan, and even thinks that it is a question whether he can be defeated.

The trenches were reinforced on the original basis of the Japanese positions, they were deep but not spacious enough, and sometimes it was difficult for two people to intersperse. When he came back, Gao Daya found that he didn't know who had thrown a few empty ammunition boxes on the way, so he stepped on it without much thought, and stepped forward with the other foot, and his head was a little higher than the edge of the trench at this time.

A bullet burst through the rain curtain and pierced precisely through his left temple and out of his right temple. Gao Daya seemed to have been pulled out of his bones all at once, and he fell to the side softly, and blood gushed out of his skull, staining the small half of the trench red.