His father, who had been silently guarding him for three years, died in front of his eyes with the Japanese army's tank.

How can Li Guobin's heart not hurt? All the unwillingness and grievances came to naught at this moment, and all that came to my heart was grief and unspeakable self-blame.

The third squad leader turned out to be the father of the company commander? No wonder, one of them doesn't take the commander as an official, and the other takes the soldier, but he can't help it. Dozens of officers and soldiers in the second-line trenches opened their mouths and looked at Li Guobin, who was on his knees and fell to the ground with his head on the ground, and his eyes were full of sympathy.

Of course, more admiration.

Since the sharp knife squad of Class 1 was over, and the other two tanks turned around and drove wildly, Li Guobin knew that someone had to follow their example to blow up the tank. Blowing up a tank, the chance of dying in battle is more than 99 percent, and you can only draw lots, but the veteran won the lot, and he has to lead his three squads to complete this death-defying task.

Changzhi Daxiong, the unlucky guy who couldn't move, and the other tank were finished, and the ending of the last one was actually not good, even if he saw two companions in a row, the tanker reversed in a panic and wanted to leave this damn place, it was difficult to escape.

Because of the intensive shelling and the extremely close shooting of the two sides, the thick smoke emitted by the shells and guns makes the not wide battlefield not very visible, not to mention that Yamashita is looking at Mitsu Suzuki and Li Shoushan here with binoculars, even the Chinese and Japanese sides in the battlefield, can only see shadows, but the Chinese are at the top, and the Japanese and the two devils are at the bottom.

The lurkers, however, were much easier than before, so in the absence of adequate infantry protection, the tank vehicle charged the infantry in the trenches, especially the brave enough infantry, and the outcome was not too good.

The Japanese are a nation that is very good at summing up, and the total annihilation of the first battle of the Luowenyu 89 tank was finally written into the textbook of the Army University, becoming a living case, reminding all the Japanese tank soldiers that a shell is not necessarily invincible.

When the young lieutenant raised his head and stared into the distance with a pair of blood-red eyes, the two Japanese tanks that had been rushing towards him before had become candles, and explosions continued to sound from the tanks, which were the sound of shells and bullets.

A thin soldier staggered out of the smoke and fell headlong into the trench, and several soldiers rushed to pounce on it, and it was a sigh of relief to find that at least one person was a man.

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Looking at the young ensign who bent over and ran over, the private with a heavy cry: "Report to the commander, 1 company, 1 platoon, 3 squads have completed the combat mission, and I request to return to the team." ”

"Shanzi!" The eyes of the young ensign, who had always been extremely strong, finally shed tears.

He personally sent his sharp knife squad to a dead end, he didn't cry, he didn't cry when he saw his father turn into a ball of fireworks, but when he heard the only remaining soldier say: Class 3 asked to return to the team, he finally couldn't help it and cried.

Squad 3 went out with 7 people, blew up the two tanks that could move and a tank that was lying on its stomach but could still fire, killing 6 and leaving only 1 person.

Infantry squad of one person.

"Exactly." The young lieutenant wiped away his tears fiercely, patted the thin shoulder of the last soldier in his infantry squad fiercely, and smiled fiercely. "Shanzi, you will be the class leader of Class 3 in the future, remember, no matter if Class 3 or Class 1, you will always be there."

Four tanks were burning, as if four torches were lit on the No. 1 Heights, and the Japanese officers, large and small, were collectively stunned with binoculars at the foot of the mountain and observing their every move on the mountain.

The invincible imperial weapon was actually lost on a small hillside in China?

Even the Chinese, without any heavy weapons, lit the 11-ton steel monster into a torch.

In the morning, he swore that Haikou would let the flower of honor of the Changzhi family continue to bloom the fate of Changzhi Shaozuo, and there was no need to think about it at all.

The tank has high protection, but if it is blown up, it is an iron coffin, and the people inside will be smoked to death even if they are not blown up.

The puppet soldiers in the trenches were also staring wide-eyed.

All the previous victories were due to the fact that they had the tanks of the Japanese masters, and the unscrupulous fire of many machine guns almost wiped out the fire points of the enemy troops who dared to resist, otherwise how could they have landed on the enemy positions so easily?

However, it was gone in a blink of an eye? How should the rest of the battle be fought? All eyes were on the major who had hidden himself well in the trenches, and that was their front-line commander.

At this time, there were no shells falling on the position, and the five mountain guns had already exhausted a base number of shells, and Liu Lang ordered a pause.

There were no more terrifying bright red flares in the sky, which finally made him put some thought at ease. If the signal flare is fired again, it means that the coordinates of the shelling will continue to be moved back and cover the entire position.

No one fired a shot, and there was an eerie silence in the position, and the soldiers on both sides crouching on the edge of the trench seemed to hear each other's heavy breathing.

Now, finally, it's our turn.

This time, they don't have tanks! Looking up at the sky that was a little dark by the gunsmoke, a trace of anger flashed on the young lieutenant's face: "Light machine guns, submachine guns, and shell guns are responsible for fire suppression, and the rest of the people listen to my orders, two grenades per person, throw them at me!" ”

This should be the last stock on the 1st Company's position, but the reason why the already red-eyed ensign decided to go extravagant was not just because he killed the red-eyed, but because the Japanese-style "melon" grenade on the corpse of the puppet soldier who was crawling on the ground in front of the position reminded him.

As long as these two devils can be killed, all the seizures on that position are theirs, and there are no grenades and grenades, right?

All the continuous fire on the position opened fire violently, and the puppet army slightly below could not raise its head at all.

Then, an even greater catastrophe struck.

One round of grenades is nearly 100 rounds, two rounds of 200 grenades are similar to 200 mortar shells, and this time, not only has the advantage of terrain, but also has the advantage of firepower, at least more than half of the soldiers straightened up, fiercely aimed the grenades and threw them into the first-line trenches.

This time, it's not about scaring people out of, it's about blowing up people's.

In the first round alone, hundreds of puppet soldiers in the trenches were killed and wounded, and before the second round of grenades were dropped, the puppet soldiers took the initiative to jump out of the trenches.

was shot to death, just a hole, and was blown up, it was really a belly rotten feces and urine! The death is also a little too ugly.

Looking at the chaotic puppet army, in the thick smoke of gunpowder, the young lieutenant coldly pulled out the big knife behind his back, "1 Company has all of them, draw the knife"

"Trumpeter, trumpet, charge!"

"Doodoo。。。。。 The sound of the trumpet of the charge familiar to the people of the future republic sounded poignantly from the position.

Don't be surprised, whether it is the red army or the national army, the main generals are all from the Whampoa Military Academy, and the two armies use the same number to pass orders, and even the trumpet of the charge is almost the same.

Before 1927, they were collectively known as the Revolutionary Army, except for political differences.

In the smoke of gunpowder, under the cover of the frantic fire of six light machine guns, four submachine guns, and seven or eight shell guns, more than 100 soldiers armed with broadswords rushed down the hill and jumped into the trench in less than six or seven seconds.

Most of them, without even carrying their guns, so brazenly held the Northwest Army's unique equipment---- the ring head knife, and rushed towards the puppet army with a look of horror on their faces.

The distance of more than 20 meters is instantaneous, and everyone only has time to pull the trigger once, and it is undoubtedly stupid to pull the bolt to shoot at this time, and the best reaction of a good infantry at this time is to rush forward and stab the enemy who is rushing towards him.

Yes, this is white-knuckle warfare.

The white-knuckle battle, which was the most courageous test of the soldiers' courage and the most tragic in the war, broke out like this.