Lao Duan sent a few excellent shooters to move to various shooting points along the traffic trenches, and carried out precise strikes on those devils, and after the fight, they immediately transferred and evacuated the scene and returned to the safe tunnel.

Sure enough, when a few excellent archers in the Eighth Company shot and killed a few devils, the rest of the devils immediately hid behind some obstacles and didn't come out.

Within a few minutes, the devil's mortars and infantry guns came with a bang, hitting the firing positions just now, and of course, they didn't even blow up a single hair.

After that, the soldiers who were used as bait by the devil began to move forward trembling again, what a sad thing, Lao Tan suddenly felt a strange pity for them.

Strange, how can you feel this way about the enemy? It shouldn't be, maybe it's the same low-level soldiers, all of whom have the same fate.

They are doomed to die, and what about themselves? It's not destined to die, it's just a matter of seeing how many days anyone lives, every time there is a big war, Lao Tan never thought that he could get out alive, and this time is no exception.

I've seen too many lives and deaths, people here, they can't compare to ants, they can die a large number in an instant, whether it is a silent death, or a wailing tragic death, it's the same, they will die in the end.

And so many people's lives, is it really so cheap? Does it really matter? Those high-ranking officers, can't they see it?

Just because of one small instruction of yours, one of many orders in a day, perhaps a small mistake and inattention, can bring about the loss of many lives.

Thinking that he might also die because of a certain chief's inattention and mistakes, Lao Tan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

What is the country? What is a nation? Are these invisible things really bigger than your own life? Is it really bigger than thousands of lives?

Who are we fighting for? For whom are you willing to give your most precious life? Is it really fighting for the country? Is it really dedicating to the nation?

Thinking of these complex issues, Lao Tan's knowledge was obviously insufficient, but even such a small thought made him feel involuntarily afraid.

This kind of thought must not appear again, let alone say it, the crime of disturbing the morale of the army is the great crime of killing the head, and the enemy should not have these strange thoughts at present.

But now here, although people are not as good as ants, people are indeed not ants, they still have their own ideas, no matter what their ideas are, they may not be able to figure it out now, and in the future, they may find the answer.

What if you can find the answer? What if there is no answer? What we should think about now is how to live, even if it is worse than ants, we still have to live first, and it doesn't matter what other ideas we have.

Thinking of this, Lao Tan finally let himself get around, and now he still has to focus on how to fight more devils and how to survive.

Lao Duan didn't have time to think about these strange things, he was still immersed in the excitement of playing with devils, this time it was those excellent shooters, went around to another shooting position, and shot a few devils and hid.

This kind of local guerrilla warfare similar to that in positional warfare is very much like a cat catching a mouse, thrilling and exciting, which makes Lao Duan excited, yes, that's what he does, playing dead devils.

The devils had lost the patience to continue playing, and after a burst of artillery rapid fire, a large number of devils, under the cover of smoke bombs, rushed up hulala.

"Rush out and occupy the position, the machine gun will strafe me, and the others will prepare grenades."

Lao Duan reacted quickly, the devil finally came, happy, come on, start the battle and do a big job.

Now the positions of the two sides are not only incorrect, but they are also very close together, and in the closest place, a rifle shot can penetrate the positions of both sides.

Therefore, once the devils rushed over, they quickly reached the front of the position, and now there are smoke bombs, and it is not clear where the devils have rushed, so they can only strafe directly with machine guns.

Before the machine gun finished firing, I didn't know how many devils had been strafed, and the devils' bright bayonets appeared in the smoke.

"All of them, throw grenades!"

Just as the grenades of the whole company were thrown out, the grenades of the devils were also thrown over.

"I'll go, the devil will do this too." Lao Tan saw that the devil's grenade flew over, and he had to lie down in the trench, resigned himself to fate, and was blown up, and there was almost no place to hide.

Fortunately, the grenade just blew up the dirt on the side, covered his body, and couldn't wait any longer, and when the devil's grenade rang off, Lao Duan pulled his throat and shouted: "Rush!" ”

Lao Duan himself jumped out of the chest of the position first, raised his bayonet and killed the crowd of devils.

The devil's side will be a little more miserable, because of the smoke bombs, they can't see the grenades falling from the air, they don't have time to lie down and hide, they are blown up by a round of grenades, and the formation is also blown up.

Before the devils organized their own formation, Lao Duan shouted in the local dialect while rushing, leading the brothers in his hometown to rush into the devil group in one fell swoop.

For a while, everyone was stabbing each other in the foggy smoke, which was similar to the stabbing in the night battle, but it was actually very dangerous for both sides, because they couldn't see it, and there would be a lot of accidental factors.

However, this is beneficial to the Chinese soldiers, relatively speaking, the devil's stabbing skills are good, the physical strength and strength are enough, and the bayonet is a little longer, and the Chinese soldiers often can't beat a ghost soldier, let alone a combination of several devils.

And now the smoke has helped the Chinese soldiers, in Mengmengliang, the devil's stabbing skills can't be fully played, and several people can't cooperate together, and they have to watch out for attacks from behind from time to time.

It has increased the difficulty, and for the Chinese soldiers, fishing in troubled waters can cover up the shortcomings of the stab.

However, for the Yunnan boys, it seems that they have some perspective eyes, and they can accurately find the location of the devil, which makes Tan Yizhong eye-opening and puzzled.

What kind of army is this, so mysterious that Lao Tan can't understand their existence, and afterwards Lao Tan specifically found Lao Duan to ask about it.

Lao Duan explained lightly:

"This is very simple, our hometown is mountainous and foggy, and we have adapted to that environment since we were children, and then, our usual training has also added thorns in the fog, such as cooperating with each other, issuing some codes that others can't understand."

I see.

Therefore, the Yunnan soldiers were haunted in the smoke, and the devils were crying wolves, and it was often a devil who was concentrating on facing a Chinese soldier in front of him.

I only saw a few strange sounds coming out of the mouth of this Chinese soldier, which didn't sound like a human sound, but a bit like the sound of an animal.

Just when the devil was puzzled, he was hit by a bayonet in the back, looking at the bloody tip of the bayonet in his chest, the devil's eyes went from doubt to incomprehension to despair.

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