The potato was shaking and shaking, and he didn't know how long he had been lying in the headquarters bunker, and the sound of the massive cannonball explosion made him almost inaudible, and he didn't know when the headquarters would be hit head-on by a cannonball, and then he would die without pain.

It wasn't the first time he had heard such a terrible cannon, but it was the first time he had been immersed in such terrible fire. Although he was full of pride in the previous conversation with the squad leader, he had to admit that when the artillery fire gradually became blazing, he was still cowardly and afraid.

Holding his head and shrinking in the corner of the headquarters, he didn't even dare to raise his head, especially after reporting to the battalion headquarters in the tunnel once and there was no sound on the phone, he basically didn't raise his head again.

The light in the headquarters was extremely dim, and the light coming through the observation port was covered by the thick smoke outside the position, if it were not for the thick smoke and dust that rolled in from the observation port from time to time, the irrepressible violent cough reminded him that he was still alive, and the youngest recruit in the third squad even thought that he had died in the shelling.

Potato is the nickname given by the third class to this recruit with the shortest military experience, only two years of military experience.

It was only because he cried when he first ate the potato stew and big fat meat, and the veterans asked curiously for a long time before they knew from the mouth of this recruit that he was crying because he had never thought that the potatoes that he had been tired of eating would taste so good.

The potatoes he ate were all roasted black in the fire. As an orphan with no father and mother, wandering all over northern Sichuan, relying on potatoes that herd sheep and cattle for a living, I once thought that roasted sweet potatoes and baked potatoes were supreme delicious.

Maybe Cang Tian feels a little unfair to potatoes, although life is not good, but the eighteen-year-old potato body absorption capacity is extremely strong, relying on food that can make most people malnourished, he grows strong and strong. Three years ago, the ragged soldiers passed by the recruitment point of the independent regiment in Guangyuan County, and was favored by the company commander in charge of recruitment at a glance.

How do you know that when he first entered the third class, he was made to cry by a meal of potato stew and fat, so the nickname potato has always been with him, and his real name is Cao Dazhuang, but no one shouted it.

In the midst of a violent cough, the potato raised his head again and shook his dizzy head, and the tears of the potato couldn't help but flow down again. Although the most he heard from the squad leader and the veterans in the army was: a good boy bleeds without tears, he still wanted to cry.

He's alive, but what about the squad leader? What about Brother Mouse? What about the four years of veteran boxing? Are they still alive? Such a terrible shelling, without the strongest command of the whole position as a bunker, they must have died.

They are all stronger than him, a recruit, but they have all left this place that should be considered the safest place in the entire position, how can the sad potatoes not cry?

It seems that the little devil's bombardment is not as strong as before, and the ears are so shocked that they can barely hear any other sounds, and the potatoes that can only rely on their own feelings feel the vibration and shaking much lighter.

Thinking of the task he left on the position, thinking of the squad leader and his brothers leaving here in order to stay in the safest place for themselves, the potato with tears on his face mustered up the courage to get up and crawl up, rushed to the observation port, and tried to open his eyes to look at the battlefield full of gunsmoke.

As long as he is alive, he cannot live up to them.

At the same time, the unlucky aura of Captain Matsuda and his mount led a group of barebones to the edge of the battlefield.

The howitzer group of the Japanese artillery wing had been notified 10 minutes earlier, and the fire from 12 guns was changed to 6 guns and then gradually to 4 guns.

Although the more than 40 Japanese soldiers who were brainwashed by **** came with dreams, they were definitely not stupid, starting from 600 meters, they lengthened the distance between individual soldiers, and the farthest was more than 30 meters, so as to avoid being overpowered by their own exaggerated howitzers.

Rao was like this, and there was still a grenade that fell on the hillside and took the lives of four unlucky eggs. Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who had his helmet firmly tied, and the senior soldier who was supporting him to advance "died sooner or later" fell behind. He didn't even have the heart to order his men to go down and check on the four soldiers who had been swept up by the wave of qi.

If they were still alive after being rolled up five or six meters high and thrown under the slope of a mountain of more than ten meters, it was really Asunasu's possession, especially when they were still stupid and naked, and they were wrapped in a strip of cloth without a steel helmet.

Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who was extremely looking forward to his retreat order, was a smart man, and good steel had to use a blade man, so he had to reserve enough physical strength for the senior soldier now, and when he slipped out later, he could flash people as quickly as possible.

To be honest, contrary to what His Excellency Nakasa, who thought that there would be no one on the Chinese position, Captain Matsuda had no confidence in attacking the Chinese's position at all. He had an intuition that since the Chinese could hold their positions against the shelling of the 75 mountain guns, they would definitely send people to stay behind to hold the position, but they didn't know whether it was a company or a platoon.

But even if it was an infantry squad, Captain Matsuda didn't think that his dozens of people would be able to attack it. And, even if you attack it, what can you do? The tide of attacks by the Chinese is definitely not something that these dozens of people under his command can withstand. Looking at the two infantry squadrons that were lining up to support them 1,000 meters away, Captain Matsuda's face was full of bitterness, and when those bastards rushed over, his corpse was probably cold!

But this is actually secondary, Second Lieutenant Matsuda even had a more terrible idea, he even suspects that when he rushes to the position, if a large force of Chinese soldiers counterattacks, and the follow-up main force is not fast enough, the cruel Hatori Nakasa will order howitzers to open fire, at the cost of losing more than forty of them, at least one infantry company of the Chinese into flying ashes.

In his previous ways, such an approach is not impossible, but probable.

The closer you get to the battlefield, the little heart of Captain Matsuda! The more ploppy and ploppy jumping. He even had an expectation now that if he stepped on the terrible little mine of the Chinese again, and then blew off half of the sole of his foot, he could lie here and hand over the command to the stupid fork Juncao who rushed to the front.

Two legs are disabled, it's better than losing your life! Anyway, he still has a "sooner or later death" senior soldier who can run a thousand meters on his back on his back, right?

Unfortunately, under the bombardment of howitzers, 90 percent of the infantry mines scattered at the front of the position ordered by Liu Lang were detonated, and Second Lieutenant Matsuda's dream was disappointed.

As they approached a distance of 350 meters, the signalmen sent a flag to the bottom of the mountain, and Nakasa, who had been looking at the battlefield from afar with a telescope, gave the order to the artillery wing in the rear to suspend the shelling, and the shelling stopped.

"Onboard!" Squad Leader Matsuda had no choice but to give the order to charge.

"Onboard!" The Japanese death squad roared with all their might, and launched the last charge of the day to the top of the mountain.

As long as they rushed to the Chinese's positions and held them, each of them would be promoted in rank by one level, which Hatori Nakasa had promised them before the war.

The devil is coming. Lying on the observation port, staring at the battlefield in front of him, Tudou saw several shirtless devils charging upwards in the smoke of gunfire, and pounced on the telephone in horror, shaking it a few times before suddenly remembering that the telephone had lost its function half an hour ago.

Bamboo whistles, and bamboo whistles. Potato stretched out his hand to the bamboo whistle that the squad leader hung around his neck for communication before leaving.

But he froze suddenly.

Maybe he pounced too quickly just now, or maybe he didn't pay attention when he was hiding, and the bamboo whistle that was originally hanging on his chest was crushed.

"Pap" potato slapped himself twice in a hurry and cried again. "Squad leader, Potato is a coward, I'm sorry for you! What now? ”

The devil had already come up, but he couldn't inform the rear, and the recruits were stunned for a while.

But no amount of self-blame can stop the devil from advancing, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the figure of the shirtless devil is becoming clearer and clearer.

They charged so fast that the self-reproaching recruit Potato trembled all over. But he still had to make a decision in a matter of seconds.

What would the squad leader do if he was here? The potato who stood still desperately told himself to calm down.

"Kidnappers, fuck the dog." Tudou remembered the scene of the squad leader being wounded by shrapnel in the previous artillery fire and still roaring and shooting desperately down the hill after being wounded by shannunel from the shell.

Yes, kill them, as long as Lao Tzu shoots, the brothers behind will also rush up when they hear the gunshots. Potato turned and frantically rushed out of the headquarters and into the trench.

The entire position was empty, except for the smoke and crackling wood that was still burning, except for the recruit Tudou himself.

I didn't have time to grieve, touched a handful of tears, put the gun on the trench, and pulled the trigger towards the figure of the devil who was already only more than 200 meters away and looming in the smoke of gunpowder.

This time, he didn't bury his head in death, but just aimed at the devil in the crosshair and pulled the trigger again and again.

This time, he was really not so scared, although a little lonely.

However, he completed his task, and he told the rear with the sound of gunfire that the devil was coming.

Similarly, with the sound of gunfire, he also told the devil: China's position will always be manned, even if it is shelled by hundreds of shells; Even if he is the only one left in the third class.

"Bang bang bang" semi-automatic rifle crisp guns resounded through the sky.

It's just that in the open position, the sound of this gunfire seems a little lonely.