November 8th.

Dachang Town, Shanghai.

Although the aftermath of the Battle of Songhu was still in its final burning, the battle here was extinguished by this time, and only a few embers remained.

In the center of Dayang Town, in several dilapidated reinforced concrete buildings, seven soldiers in tattered clothes and full of traces of gunsmoke were hiding in the basement, several of them sat together, each holding a gun, and a biscuit full of black spots was passed among the seven people, each of whom just took a small bite and quickly passed it to the next person.

After a lap, the biscuit returned to the company commander.

Looking at the blackened and moldy biscuits that were still mostly left in his hand, the company commander Lin Dawen sighed, put the biscuits away, and then looked around at his subordinates.

Six soldiers, six chapped lips, six salallow faces, six numb and empty eyes, six bloodstained bodies, six rifles with worn empty magazines, and one last grenade.

Six lightly wounded.

Including him, here are the last 7 people of the 2nd Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 7th Regiment of the 195th Brigade of the 19th Route Army.

In fact, the battle of Dachang Town ended with a retreat on October 26, and they originally had more than 130 people in a company on the day of the retreat, but because they were dumplings made by the devils during the retreat, they were forced to take refuge in Dayang Town, and after being surrounded and suppressed by the devils for 12 days, there are now only 7 people left.

"How much longer?" After looking at the desperate faces of his colleagues around him, Lin Dawen, who has always been good at boosting morale, felt speechless for the first time, and now this situation requires him to cheer up, boost morale, improve the morale of his comrades, and support everyone to hold on.

But...

"Hey" sighed again, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Although he didn't know how many devils there were around now, he climbed up to the top of the building to take a look when he went out to look for food not long ago, and the dense devil soldiers around Dayang Town made him instantly understand that he and his colleagues were afraid that there was no hope of survival.

And the devils seem to have known about their existence for a long time, and are searching for them everywhere, although the entrance to the basement has been closed and hidden, but Dayang Town is a big place, and the devils will search them in three or five hours, or ten hours or so.

"Company commander, why don't we go out and fight with the devils, killing one is enough, and killing two will make money"

"yes, it's better to go out and fight than to die here."

"I'm afraid that if we don't wait for the devil to find it here, we will starve to death and die of thirst."

“···”

After eating a little food and resting in silence for a few minutes, everyone who had regained a little strength was furious.

After escaping for so many days, they are not stupid, now they don't have to think about it to know, there must be a group of devils outside who are searching for it, after all, after so many days, the devils have caught several wounded people in the company, and the remaining people in the company are most likely aware of the situation of the devils.

The devils must not find them now, and they will not give up.

opened his eyes, looked at his colleagues around him, and listened to their passionate words of dying with the devil, Lin Dawen did not speak.

Two days without a drop of water, five days without a drop of rice, can survive until now, everyone here has a strong desire to go back alive, each of them has a reason to go home.

The 27-year-old newlywed groom Gao Tiancheng, his bride is still waiting for him to return at home...

Wang Tian, a 37-year-old veteran, still has a 10-year-old daughter waiting for him to come home...

22-year-old Liu Chao, Xiaocui in his hometown is still waiting for him to return to his hometown...

38-year-old Wang Gen, the oldest soldier in the company, his family still has to rely on his meager salary to survive...

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No one wants to die, but no one is afraid of death...

"Wait, wait"

Lin Dawen raised his hand to stop everyone from talking.

"Our physical strength is not even stable now, let alone pulling the devil on his back, I'm afraid that if I go out, I will lose my strength, and when the time comes, I will be captured alive by the devil and have to suffer alive."

"The devil hasn't found us yet, it's still two hours before the night, eat something first, and at night we will secretly go out to find some water, drink enough and then fight with the devil"

"We're afraid it's hard for us to be full of dead ghosts, but we can't be thirsty ghosts."

With that, he took out the cookie again, first took a bite of it himself, and then handed it out.

"What the company commander said is that the devil hasn't discovered us yet, let's recover our strength first, now I'm afraid that a devil can completely annihilate our third battalion and two companies" The first to take the biscuit was Liu Chao, as the youngest young man in the company at the moment, he was the first to muster up his morale again, took a hard bite of the compressed biscuit, and then handed it to the next one.

"If this is the ending, then our second company will be too unrecognizable"

Everyone also gritted their teeth and took a bite, and then silently leaned against the basement wall, recovering their strength.

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At this time, three kilometers north of Dayang Town, a cool blue and white motorcycle stopped at the end of the road.

Luo Yun on the motorcycle twisted his neck that was a little uncomfortable, looked at Da Yang Zhen who was full of craters and wreckage in front of him, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

After getting the extreme player locomotive, he saw that there were more than ten days left in the task, so he couldn't wait to drive to Shanghai, from Wanping City to Shanghai is only more than 1,500 kilometers, and there are many dirt roads along the way, even if it has been driving in a fuel-efficient state, it only took six hours, Luo Yun rushed to Shanghai.

Stepping off the motorcycle, Luo Yun rubbed his hair, which had been deformed by the wind.

Looking at the huge crater in front of him, he twisted the joints of his body, and after a moment of silence, he put away the motorcycle.

The front is about to enter the combat zone, although the motorcycle has a good protection ability against small arms, but it can't withstand the shell explosives, although there is energy durability repair, but Luo Yun really doesn't dare to ride a motorcycle on the battlefield to pretend to be cool.

Even though the scene should be cool and exciting, the motorcycle restoration price is too expensive.

500 experience points, one durability value, exponentially increased.

He only has a little more than a thousand points of experience now.

Riding a motorcycle on the battlefield, as long as a cannonball is fired, Luo Yun has to go bankrupt and be in debt, and it is a heavy debt.

Therefore, Luo Yun could only obediently walk into the battlefield.

At this time, on the interface in front of him, as the exclamation mark of the mission got closer and closer, a subtitle automatically popped up.

[Side Quest: Lonely and Tragic]

[The battle of Songhu has only left waves, but the embers of the stars are still struggling to burn, in the center of Dayang Town, there is a small team of lonely heroes, please take them home, or... 】

[Reward: 1-50,000 XP, 1-50 Merit]

[Enemy: 3,000 people in a full-fledged Class A wing of the Japanese army]

Looking at the task introduction in front of him, Luo Yun frowned for the first time.

"This mission..."