Finish.

Perhaps more precisely, the remnants of the army were defeated and fled.

The Japanese ran frantically, hindered their movements, and threw away their bayonets, spears up to 1.7 meters long, and the clinking shovels and water bottles on their waists, and all the things that hindered their running were discarded.

They just want to get out of this hell, this hell where most of their comrades are buried.

Originally, the Japanese army still wanted to retreat in an orderly manner, but Liu Lang did not agree, and after receiving Wang Changhai's telegram report, Liu Lang smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, shining with cold light under the light of the morning sun in early spring.

Kill his brother, play a trick gecko to survive, just want to run? Is that so easy?

"Fire! Fire! All but these three coordinate points, all other positions, free shelling! Liu Lang smashed the corrected coordinate table on the gun position beside him.

Under fire, he looked up at the sky.

Except for Zhen Dazhuang, who was guarding his side and was half a head older than him, he could see the tears flashing in Liu Lang's eyes, but the others didn't know that the captain who was ruthless in their eyes, and even ordered distant artillery fire to fire on his comrades, actually cried at the moment when victory was imminent.

This may be the first time Liu Lang has tears in this world.

As a hard-tempered special soldier, he is actually rarely emotional, even if his comrade-in-arms who is like a brother dies in his arms, he just sits silently all night.

Probably the only time he got out of control was when he got drunk with his comrades before he came to this world, in front of the tombstones of his comrades, after all, they were a group of people, and he was only one, extremely lonely.

Liu Lang thought that he had been tempered a lot, thinking that he would not easily shed tears for anyone in this life, he thought that when he came to this era, he was just a passerby, he was just a small bug from the sky, he just came to accompany some great people to experience this era that was dark but still great for the nation.

But he was wrong, when Su Hui drove lonely on the lonely mountain and waved the flag over and over again, he shouted at him hundreds of meters away without a word: "Fire!" Fire! Shoot at me! His body and heart trembled.

From Chi Dakui to Su Huikai to many of the ordinary soldiers whose names he still can't name, none of them have left their names in the time and space they once had, and even the war that broke out here has been gradually forgotten by the children and grandchildren they once worked hard to protect because of the passage of time.

But they were still in the last moments of the battle, they had no choice but to flee alive, they could enter the mountains and forests from behind the mountains, they had done a good enough job, they could not exceed two infantry platoons, they blocked hundreds of Japanese attacks, they killed several times their own enemy, and their casualties have long exceeded the bottom line of casualties of the so-called morale collapse as defined by the Western world.

No one, will blame them for this, they have done so well.

However, they still chose the last way.

Liu Lang believes that none of them want to die, they all want to live, who doesn't want to go back to see my father and mother who gave birth to me and raised me, who doesn't want to hug a child who rarely sees each other, and who doesn't want to hold his wife who works at home to raise children and support his parents.

They are the most ordinary Chinese, they may think about how to live a good life for their families, but none of them want to die, let the old mother cry blind, let the child no longer have a father, let the wife no longer have a husband, the pair of mandarin ducks at the head of the bed, can only become a lonely watchman from now on.

But they still chose to do so.

Because, otherwise, the Japanese army will easily occupy the position, and will use it as a base to wantonly kill the other three high grounds. They wanted to hold back the Japanese army on the position, and with the courage to die together, they told them that the Chinese may be invincible, but they will never lack courage, never.

It's about perseverance, even at the cost of life, and it's also a promise to the seriously wounded who have given everything they have to die: brother, you have done your best, but I can't let you live, then prove with sacrifice that I will not abandon you! Let us hug each other and lie on the top of this lonely mountain, pillow the mountains and rivers of the motherland, bathe in the morning glow and rain, and wait for the dawn!

Not a passerby, not a spectator, not an accident, Liu Lang finally understood at that moment that he was in this era, whether he was great after all, or always ordinary, he would break through the darkness and welcome the dawn with this era and the people of this era.

Those who stand side by side with him are not NPCs in the game, but brothers.

Now, his brother is gone, lying quietly on the lonely mountain that has almost turned into powder.

After the battle was over last night, nearly 100 men went to clean up the battlefield, and no troops were sent to garrison it.

They didn't go, and the more than 2,000 puppet troops who were still responsible for besieging them at the bottom of the mountain didn't dare to go up.

It was the grave, a large grave where nearly a hundred Chinese soldiers and hundreds of Japanese infantry cavalry were buried.

Liu Lang looked up to the sky, tears in his eyes.

"Brothers, do you hear me? This is the sound of suona to see you off. Do you see it in the sky? The little devils want to escape, but they can't, for them, it is the fireworks of the god of death, and it is also a gift for you to see off. Hopefully, you guys will like it. ”

Shells exploded on the way of the Japanese retreat, and the Japanese army became panicked, and finally the retreat turned into a rout.

Shells can kill more than bullets in the wilderness, and the lethality of the air wave can cover a radius of ten meters, but the shrapnel flying everywhere far exceeds this distance.

If you are hit by shrapnel the size of a palm, the terrifying kinetic energy can cut the human body in an instant, and you will be dead without looking at it, and the shrapnel that is about the same size as Yinyang will hit the body at the same time, it will not be pleasant.

The several large holes that appeared in an instant were not at all something that the hemostatic bag could stop, and the whole body was like a kettle full of holes, and soon it took on a strange pale, which was a sign of blood flowing.

The uneven and somewhat undulating mountains were dyed black by the ashes of the plants and trees that burned in the shelling, but if one stood on the high mountain and looked at it from afar, you would find that the black had a dark red flowing in it, forming a pure stream of consciousness picture.

Weird and new.

It was all blood, the flesh and blood of the Japanese army, scattered on the road where they ran and broke apart like crazy.

It turns out that in the face of failure, these proud Japanese will also become vulnerable. The so-called samurai spirit is nothing more than a shell that protects them, and they are no braver than a chicken.

The artillery continued to chase the Japanese rout until they abandoned their heavy equipment and fled into the forest.

In total, there were only more than 2,000 infantry, and in addition to those who had died in the previous battle, they also lost almost 500 men and three infantry squadrons to block the four infantry regiments that were about to be covered by the whole army.

The Japanese infantry who were able to get away with it was never more than 1,000 people, plus the medical staff who were still in the field hospital further behind and more than 1,000 light and serious wounded, and the four infantry regiments did not hurry to beat and compress the more than 500 Japanese troops who were divided into three pieces with grenadiers, heavy machine guns and mortars, and it took nearly an hour to annihilate them all, and the 4th Infantry Brigade was able to leave this battlefield, and the number of people alive and wounded would never exceed 3,500.

You must know that before coming to Luowenyu, the 4th Infantry Brigade had a strength of more than 7,300 people, and if you add the two artillery brigades that have been completely annihilated and the infantry squadron accompanying them, the total strength will reach nearly 9,000 people, but now it will never exceed 4,000, not the casualty rate but the battle death rate has reached 70 percent, and if you add the wounded, it will reach a terrible 85 percent.

Although it did not achieve the goal of annihilating it, such a casualty rate can also be regarded as crippling, and if you want to restore your previous combat effectiveness, wait for another three years!

One leg of the Eighth Division, one of the 17 standing divisions that the Japanese were proud of, had been completely crippled.