Touching the salty rotten things on his face, in the blood-red eyes of his beard, he couldn't stop crying, such a man from the northwest, who had fought with the Japanese army for many years, rarely shed tears, and the most recent time should have been when his fellow brother Lao Yuan died in Kaifeng.

These bloody things are all the things on the three rows of his bearded brothers, and I don't know which brother's, and there is no need to know, the beard has not died after a hundred battles, in addition to luck, it is the smell of its veterans.

This time, his sense of smell has been very sensitive, it is difficult to escape this catastrophe, and the beard has no choice, now he can only nest in the dirt, enduring the earth-shaking explosions around him and all kinds of dangerous goods.

Even if he was wearing a steel helmet, his beard was still injured, and he didn't know when he was injured, originally after the white-knuckle battle with the Japanese army, most of the soldiers in the third platoon had some knife wounds.

But now this little injury, you can only bandage it yourself, only those seriously injured brothers, only carried down, think about the current situation, everyone is still very envious of those seriously injured brothers, at least they are in the rear hospital, may pick up a rotten life.

Here, I can only watch my brothers being killed and injured one by one, and then it is my turn, and I can't do anything about it, so I can only bear it helplessly.

But the devil's cannon must have an end, and when it's over, Lao Tzu will desperately kill a few more devils to avenge these brothers who died tragically.

Hu Zi thought fiercely, he could only beg God more, so that he could carry this period of time, even if he was scarred all over his body, as long as he could stand up, he would kill the devil.

The survivors of the third platoon were about the same as beards, and after these rounds of artillery fire, less than two squads of brothers slowly emerged from the mound, all of them were disgraced and wounded.

After the beard crawled out, he shouted at his hoarse throat: "Hurry up and find out if there are any brothers alive around, pick up the weapons, seize the position, and sign up." ”

One after another, according to the beard's orders, everyone struggled to drag their weapons, threw themselves into the trenches that had been blown up, nested in the craters, and bandaged themselves as fast as they could.

Even the health soldier is nowhere to be found, maybe he himself sacrificed and doesn't know, everyone can only rely on themselves now, and if they blow up their hands and feet, there is basically no way to survive now.

First, there was not enough medicine to stop the bleeding, second, there was no one to carry it down, and third, the Japanese army had already begun to attack.

The brothers around me can only blow up those who blow up their hands and feet, tie them tightly with straps or something, which can be regarded as stopping bleeding, there is no painkiller, and searching for opium is stuffed in the mouths of wounded soldiers, no matter whether the effect is good or not, it is better than nothing.

The screams on the position made the beard distracted, and the Japanese tanks in front lined up, showing off their strength and rushing straight over, as if they were going to crush everything.

There is only one Demoman left in the third platoon, and two people in the third squad, and in the face of so many tanks, such a few people can't blow up at all.

"Brothers, fight with them!" The beard took out the grenades from his body and tied several together with straps, and the others followed suit.

……

"Xiao Cen, go and tell the Seventh Company and the Third Platoon to withdraw them." Sangou said to Xiao Cen, a communication soldier beside him, while holding the binoculars.

The outpost position is only a few people, and it can't resist the enemy's attack at all, besides, the outpost is not meant to be defended in the first place, not to mention that it can't be held now.

But now the position has just been bombarded by Japanese artillery and is in a mess, and the telephone line has long been blown up, and the telephone soldiers are hurrying to repair the route.

The order could not be conveyed to the front at once, and Wu Dingli, the commander of the seventh company, was also slightly injured, and now he was also waiting for the order of the third battalion, but at this time he also temporarily issued the retreat order of the third platoon.

The three platoons could not receive it, and there was a little distance between the core position and the outpost position, and there was a connection between the heralds of each platoon before this distance, but now the position has just been restored, and the soldiers who originally joined the joint are not dead or wounded.

Moreover, now the Japanese army seems to have a better understanding of the basic fighting methods of the Chinese army, and the machine guns on their tanks are constantly firing at the junction between the main position and the outpost position of the 7th Company.

The purpose of the Japanese army was very clear, that is, not to let the 7th Company send reinforcements to support the outpost, first take down the outpost position, and then continue to advance to the main position.

But what the Japanese army didn't know was that what the Seventh Company wanted was not to support, but to retreat from the three platoons of the outpost. Of course, if the third platoon could not be withdrawn, the seventh company would also send someone to answer it.

In the end, the 7th Company, like the battalion headquarters, had to let the trumpeters blow the retreat horn to the third platoon, and in the midst of the gunfire, the penetration of the trumpet was still very good, and it immediately reached the ears of the beard.

"Brothers, get out!" Xia Chen, the leader of the second platoon, shouted at the third platoon from behind, the beard seemed to hear it, glanced back, looked at the front again, and finally shook his head helplessly.

Now the remaining brothers in the third platoon are very clear that with the current situation, they can't retreat, and there are about 20 people in the platoon, who are either seriously injured or lightly injured.

Moreover, the back road has been cut off by the Japanese machine guns, and the retrospective communication trenches that used to hide have also been blown up by the Japanese artillery.

Now it is to retreat, and it will take two minutes to get to the main position, not to mention that there are so many seriously wounded people who have to be dragged away, and the lightly wounded themselves cannot walk fast.

It is such a team, it is estimated that before the halfway point of the retreat, all the machine guns on the Japanese tanks will break through, and now that the Japanese tanks are getting closer and closer, the accuracy of this machine gun is also getting more and more accurate.

"Brothers, you go down first, and I'll put your beard on it."

Faced with such a desperate situation, Beard didn't want the rest of his brothers to die here with him, and shouted a word that was half an order and half a request.

No one answered, and none of the more than 20 men on the battlefield responded to the boss's words, not even turning their heads.

In fact, after more than a year of fighting, everyone is considered a veteran, and everyone knows very well about the current situation, it is impossible to withdraw, not to say that everyone withdraws, even if everyone covers one person to withdraw, they can't escape.

Since none of them can escape, it is better for everyone to die together, and since they are going to be killed by the devils on the way to escape, it is better to rush out and fight with the devils.

Hu Zi thought that everyone had not heard his words, but the cannon bombardment for a while had deafened everyone's ears, and they couldn't hear themselves clearly.

"Get out of here!"

The beard shouted at everyone again, supplemented by gestures, for fear that everyone would not hear or see, but everyone was stunned, just looked at the platoon leader, and none of them moved.

"Get out of here!" "Go back!" "Shit, don't even listen to me." ……

Beard punched and kicked his brothers in the tattered trench, hoping to wake up the brothers who had been "blown up" by the cannon.

Unfortunately, even if someone was kicked down by his beard, he silently got up, picked up his tattered gun, and lay on the improvised chest wall in a standard position, aiming at the enemy.