The trenches, which were already just over a meter deep, are no longer coherent, and there are many places that have collapsed by shell bombardment. "All, get into position, quick." Chi Dakui gave a short order, and then bent down and ran to the hiding place where the observation post was.

The four observation posts in the barrage were selected by his guard battalion, and of course he was worried.

However, after only a few steps, Chi Dakui stopped.

The two fortifications on the left flank of the position, made of sandbags and rocks, were long gone, and the rubble on the ground seemed to prove the might of the Japanese Type 92 infantry guns.

In fact, this is not surprising, if the fortifications were poured reinforced concrete, then there was really nothing to be done with the 70 infantry guns of 92 mm caliber.

However, due to the rush of time, these two fortifications for light machine gun fire were built with large stones, sandbags, and improvised wood, so they naturally could not resist the Type 92 infantry guns.

Chi Dakui knew that even if someone stayed in the fortifications, I was afraid that they would be blown up along with the fortifications, and perhaps, they would not even be able to find the corpses.

The muscles on his face twitched hard, and the tips of his heart trembled with pain. Those were all soldiers from the division headquarters guard battalion who had followed him for several years, because the danger of the observation post was too great, and they knew that the commander was embarrassed and took the initiative to ask for it.

Now, there are no bones left, which makes him, the chief, embarrassed.

No, there was a whistle just now, and there must be an observation post alive!

"Three guns, three guns, where are you hiding in the dog's day? Dead or alive, you are a squeak! Chi Dakui shouted the name of one of his sergeant squad leaders.

This time as an observation post, the leader was Liu Sancang, the leader of the third squad of his guard battalion, and Chi Dakui is a fellow villager, good at box artillery, and has three shuttles to smash a gun target 50 meters away The training results, known as the "three guns", shouted for a long time, but no one remembers his real name.

No one answered, Chi Dakui's heart continued to sink, the battle hadn't started yet, just one shelling, would he lose his most powerful brother?

"Sir, sir! The squad leader of the third artillery is here! "There was a soldier's shout.

Three steps and two steps, Chi Dakui ran over, and the joy on his face turned into pain.

The three guns lying in the crater were spitting blood, and the large black blood clot on the placket on his chest was clearly a fragment of internal organs, which was shocked by the shells alive, and Chi Dakui, who had experienced several battles, knew very well in his heart.

The iron whistle that was already covered with blood had slipped from his mouth, and he thought that it was he who blew the iron whistle with the last of his strength just now, and now, he was powerless.

The sallow-faced veteran, apparently on the verge of dying, was desperately inhaling in an attempt to breathe another breath of fresh air, but that was obviously a luxury for him who was losing the tension in his lungs.

Life is tenacious, but it's also fragile.

There are no directors of the future republic, so there are no last words that must be confessed before death on behalf of the righteous side, and the veteran who has not even had time to look at his brother, spurting blood and vomiting his last breath is dying silently.

After he had completed his mission.

He didn't get a chance to show his marksmanship, he didn't have a chance to shoot any of the enemy, he just blew the iron whistle that hung on his chest before he died.

There is no heroic agitation, only pathos.

No one understands how perseverance he used to blow the last whistle when he was already dying, and no one knows why the veteran, who died silently, clenched his chest in the last moments of his life.

Because, the devil is already coming up.

"Machine gun, shoot Lao Tzu, shoot! Shoot...... Chi Dakui roared, took a deep look at his brother who had lived and died together for many years, and then resolutely turned around and rushed into the position.

Someone rushed up and carried down the only veteran who could find the body, and the other three had already merged with the position.

According to the regulations, soldiers killed in battle were buried in the easternmost part of the trench, which is also the deepest area dug when the situation of the battle allowed.

Otherwise, there is not enough place.

In the anti-slope trenches, the man in charge of sorting out the remains of the veteran found a yellowed black-and-white photograph in the pocket of the dead veteran's chest。。。。。。

A woman was holding a child of five or six years old, and the woman in the jacket looked a little restrained, but it was a child, smiling brightly, and her eyes shone with curiosity.

Perhaps, this is the first time that the women and children of the village have gone into the city to take pictures, and they have spent a lot of money to send them to their husbands and fathers who are far away, so that they know that everything is fine.

The husband and father saw his wife and children, but his wife and children never saw him again.

A goodbye is never to see you again.

The young soldier who was in charge of sorting out the body pinched the photo and cried for this comrade-in-arms who had only been with him for two days.

Put the photo solemnly in his pocket, that is the veteran's last concern, then he will help him complete the care, if he can live.

Taking off the shell gun still hanging on the veteran's body, covering the already pale face with dirt, the young soldier who was once trembling with fear because of the Japanese artillery fire has been transformed because of sacrifice and concern.

This is the inheritance, which does not end because of sacrifice, but continues because of sacrifice.

One by one, from generation to generation.

The Japanese army was defeated and retreated much earlier than they thought, and perhaps at that moment they deeply understood why those two devil brothers ran so fast.

The nearly fifty minutes of shelling obviously did not do as much damage to the Chinese defenders as they thought, and the opponents who survived the fire were much stronger than they thought, even if they were already cautious.

The smoke that still hung over the battlefield blocked the sight of the Chinese defenders and also blinded the Japanese troops, and it was not until more than 180 Japanese soldiers rushed to a distance of more than 50 meters from the main position that both sides began to shoot.

The distance that can be fought hand-to-hand almost a few seconds later makes the artillery of both China and Japan can only watch from the sidelines.

At this time, the advantages of submachine guns and barge guns were perfectly demonstrated.

The terrifying rate of fire far exceeding that of the Type 38 rifle suppressed more than 100 Japanese troops at a distance of 50 meters and could not move, the Type 92 heavy machine gun behind it had no way to fire at the submachine gun at the elevation angle, and the grenadier group that had been prepared more than 200 meters away could only blindly throw grenades at the position in the smoke of gunpowder.

On the contrary, the Japanese army at this time regretted that they ran too fast and were too close to the Chinese defenders' positions.

The distance of 50 meters was enough for a few soldiers with big shoulders and round waists to throw long-handled grenades, which were easier to throw, from the trenches.

Especially Cai Dadao, let Chi Dakui see the proud capital of this second lieutenant of the pistol company of the 2nd Provisional Division who was so confident that he was almost proud, it was simply a humanoid mortar.

It has a big waist and a round waist, and at first glance it is a good material for tall and strong hand-to-hand combat, but the ability to throw more than a dozen grenades more than 60 meters in a row can make him bow left and right, and it really doesn't rely entirely on strength, and the coordinated force of the waist, shoulders and back shows a very high level of training.

Don't look at Chi Dakui as the head of the knife master, the perennial knife training has made him a strength that few people can compare, but compared with the bomb throwing level of this professional, he is really a grade behind.

Cai Dadao is powerful, and the Japanese army is naturally bad.