Towering Zhongtiao Mountain, the dragon vein of the east of the river.

Zhongtiao Mountain, between the Yellow River and the Lianshui River, lives on the side of Taihang Mountain and Huashan Mountain, the mountain is long and narrow, so it is named Zhongtiao.

This mountain looks at the land of Sanjin in the north, the surging Yellow River in the south, the North China Plain in the east, and the Guanzhong Basin in the west, and is the birthplace of Chinese civilization since ancient times. For thousands of years, she has been like a totem, witnessing the glory and sadness ......of Chinese civilization.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of May 10, the thirtieth year of the Republic of China, Wenyu Village, a little-known village in the Zhongtiao Mountain Range.

The sun was slightly slanting to the west, and a breeze blew the earth and mountains, but it could not dispel the smoke of gunpowder in the sky and the smell of blood in the air.

On the mountainside near the village, groups of hungry and tired Chinese soldiers were digging for makeshift bunkers, their clothes ragged and many of them still oozing blood from their bandages. On the ground nearby, there were bloodied wounded lying on the ground, showing the bloody rain not long ago.

The empty position, except for the wails of the wounded before dying and the sound of shovels digging in the earth, was quiet. Under his eyes, an atmosphere of despair and desolation lingered on the faces of every sweaty soldier.

Suddenly. Suddenly, a fierce exchange of fire was heard in a valley not far to the north. In the middle of the year, the sound of Hanyang-made and Type 38 rifles firing one after another, and the sound of Czech machine guns and crooked handles became even louder.

Not long after, the sound of continuous explosions came one after another, which was mixed with the muffled sound characteristic of the Type 92 infantry gun.

As the sound of explosions continued, the sound of short fire from Czech machine guns was intermittent until it was completely drowned out by the sound of artillery.

Forty minutes later, as the gunfire gradually stopped, the woods in the distance trembled, and dozens of soldiers of the Nationalist Army, covered in blood, suddenly rushed out of the woods in front of them, desperately running towards the position on this side of the hill.

In the woods behind these deserters, the sporadic sound of Type 38 rifles was like the note of death, and it never stopped. The short distance of more than 300 meters is like a death zone. There are constantly soldiers of the national army who are knocked to the ground and can no longer get up.

When the national troops on the mountain saw all this, some of them were full of grief and indignation, some were insensitive, and some hid their faces and wept. But everyone has the same action, which is to lie in the bunker indifferently.

In the end, only a dozen soldiers safely escaped to their makeshift positions on the hill.

"The Seventh Division is going to be extinct, the ...... of the turtle son."

Seeing the dozen or so remnants who were tired and collapsed on the ground, a veteran who was squatting in the bunker with a pipe in his mouth glanced up slightly and said silently.

"You fart! Without these brothers of our Seventh Division, you would have the head to smoke here! ”

Before he could finish speaking, a lieutenant officer lying on the ground with a bandage on his head struggled to get up from the ground, staring at the veteran on the ground with blood-red eyes, and roared weakly with a red face.

"Poof......!"

With a muffled sound, the officer who stood up trembled violently, stared and shook his eyes a few times, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the blood that quickly gushed out of his chest quickly stained the dry earth .......

Silence ......, deathly silence. No one paid any attention to the officers who were lying in a pool of blood, and everyone only shook for a moment at first, and then continued to be silent. Except for a few close ones who stuck their heads out to take a look.

Many more huddled in bunkers, desperately pushing their heads lower, for fear that they would be the next unlucky target.

After several days of bloody rain, the remaining soldiers have seen too much death, they have long been numb, and many even regard death as a kind of final relief.

As for fighting back and the like, that's a bad joke. With the current weapons and quality of the soldiers of the national army, it is impossible to fight a ghost at all from 200 meters away. What's more, now everyone has ten fingers counting the bullets in their guns. There are no extra bullets to do with the devil to do anything to suppress it.

Needless to say, the remaining remnants of the soldiers have spontaneously begun to conserve ammunition.

After all, a gun without bullets is not as good as a burning stick on the battlefield!

In the village below the mountain, in a small abandoned courtyard, more than a dozen senior officers of the national army sat together, and some pickles and dried food were placed on the dilapidated table in the middle.

Under the sun, greedy flies buzzed around, but a dozen soldiers sat there like logs, and none of them touched their chopsticks.

At this moment, everyone's face has long lost the arrogance of being a high-ranking officer. On the contrary, it is a dead face!

A few minutes later, Tang Huaiyuan, commander of the Third Army of the National Revolutionary Army, who had been writing hard with his head down, let out a long sigh, as if he had completed an arduous task.

Slowly put away your pen. Carefully put a suicide note into the pocket of his jacket and patted it gently. After tidying up his military hat, Commander Tang raised his head and stared at everyone.

"Brothers, there have been fierce battles for days, and now the situation has reached a critical juncture. I have made up my mind, and when there is something to do, I should do my best to restore the situation we were. Otherwise, I should preserve the personality of the country and the nation, and I have already made up my mind to become a benevolent person if I do not succeed.

Later, I will lead the military personnel to stick to this place. After nightfall, if the situation is irreparable, the remaining troops of each division will break through on three sides with regiments as units, so as to preserve a trace of blood for the country, the nation, and the Third Army! When breaking through, all departments must remember to leave me ...... alone. ”

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the main position of Beishan in Wenyu Village.

Wenyu Village is located in the middle of the Zhongtiao Mountains, a river valley alluvial plain, the only commanding height in the north is a small hill, and the south and east are hundreds of meters away from the west are stretching steep mountains and forests.

The headquarters of the Third Army and some of the remaining units had just retreated here at noon. After several days of fierce fighting, in the face of the siege of more than two wings of devils and puppet troops, the Third Army has been completely disabled. Tens of thousands of troops now have no more than 7,000 remaining, of which at least 20 percent are wounded. Now it can be said that he is almost exhausted, and he has run out of ammunition and food.

And the pursuing devils and puppet soldiers still refused to let them go, and kept biting tightly behind, constantly eating away at the flesh and blood of the Third Army like a pack of hungry jackals.

Not so long ago, in order to allow time for the military headquarters to build fortifications. More than 1,000 remnants of the Seventh Division had to fight the devils desperately under the leadership of the two regiment commanders and counterattack.

They tried their best to fight and retreat in the deep mountains and old forests, and dragged the devils of the three brigades for half a day.

However, the cost of doing so was also heavy, and after this battle, the remnants of the 7th Division were almost completely wiped out, only a dozen people from the two regiments were withdrawn, and both regiment commanders were martyred.

"Turtle son, the little devil is eating! The turtle's son's, and the meat! ”

Lying in the trenches, the old immortal stiffened his neck, pouting his nose and smelling the smell of rice wafting from the mountains in the distance.

A sturdy black machine gunner was dozing off at this time, and when he heard this, he opened his bloodshot eyes and kicked the old immortal sideways.

"Old and immortal! Are you finished? The chatter is endless all day long, and I don't let Lao Tzu squint for a while.

I said don't you want to it, stretch your neck and smell it! What's wrong? I'm crazy hungry, I miss him and eat guns! ”

was kicked, and the old immortal kicked back fiercely, and then reluctantly retracted his neck.

"Wang Mancang, you are a turtle son, Lao Tzu eats two porridges in three days! Smell what's in your way! The ...... of the turtle son. ”

swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, reluctantly tightened his belt, and the old immortal slowly retracted into the trench with an unwilling face, smoking his already empty pipe, and looking at the ground to continue to start.

After a while, following the sound of Suosuo's footsteps, a tall soldier walked over with a cat.

As he walked, he pulled out the black multigrain nest from the broken bag in his arms. Hand it to every soldier who passes by. Seeing that there was food, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Everyone is hungry, two nests per person, come, eat some! Don't rob it, everyone has it. ”

Hearing that someone was giving out food, the old immortal's originally dull eyes suddenly regained a trace of brilliance, and he stood up with difficulty and wanted to eat.

Who knew that just after taking a few steps, he was knocked to the ground by a black shadow in front of him.

"The king of the turtle son! You're going to die! ”

Wang Mancang, a machine gunner who was still dozing off just now, was holding the nest head he had just received at this time, half-squatting on the ground and gnawing on it. Ignore the old immortal who fell to the ground.

"My loin...... Turtle son's. ”

Holding his waist, the old immortal just wanted to stand up, but his feet were weak and he fell to the ground again.

"Old immortal, it's okay."

Seeing this, the soldiers who distributed the dry food hurriedly came over and helped the old immortal up.

"It's okay sir, it's just that I don't have food in my stomach, and the soles of ......my feet are a little soft."

Lao Immortal saw that it was the chief Zhao Shixun who helped him up, and hurriedly thanked him.

"Let's eat, the last two will be for you."

Handing the last two black nest heads to the old immortal, Zhao Shixun exhaled a long breath and wiped the sweat on his head.

Because he didn't dare to straighten up, he had to lean against the trench and sit down casually.

Hammered his sore waist a few times, and glanced down the mountain. Zhao Shixun took off the formal rifle on his back and wiped it carefully.

The old immortal hurriedly finished gnawing on a nest head, choking enough at once, and hurriedly poured half a pot of cold water.

"Whew...... Choke me! ”

patted his chest, and slapped comfortably, and the old immortal suddenly found that Wang Mancang opposite him didn't know when he had eaten his own two nests. At this time, he was staring at himself with a pair of bloodshot bull's eyes, to be precise, the nest in his hand!

"Turtle son, this foodie is actually worried about his own nest head.!"