The rumble of the enemy's tanks is getting louder and louder, it is estimated that it is only about two hundred meters, and if you don't go, you really can't go, your beard and feet are weak, you kneel behind your brothers, tears flow, and you beg with a dumb throat:

"Brothers, even if I beg you, hurry up and leave, if you don't leave, it's too late......"

"Platoon commander, we're not leaving."

"Boss, I can't leave, I'll die together."

"Yes, if you want to die, you will die together, everyone will go on the road together, and there will be a good response on the road."

"Dog's day, one day will die, this day is finally coming, brothers, kill a few more devils on your back."

The brothers in the third row finally spoke after one of them, and they talked nonsense, whether it was to strengthen each other's courage or support each other, and those who were dying were also strong in their words.

Beard looked at the more than 20 men, kowtowed a few times, and then didn't say a word anymore, straightening up the messy and broken clothes, hoping to die a glorious death.

At the same time, he also checked the weapons and ammunition on his body a little, threw himself on the breastwork, opened all the lids of the grenades, and the brothers collected all the ammunition on the position, mainly grenades.

Just when the Japanese tank entered 100 meters, the devil grenadier behind the tank also fired in this direction, throwing grenades into the trench, and some brothers were blown to the ground and died.

The brothers around him no longer cared, but silently thought in their hearts: Brother, you take the first step, I will come later, if there is a chance, I will kill one more devil, count it on your head.

The Japanese tanks rumbled to fifty meters like a grim reaper, when suddenly bursts of fire and smoke rose from the side, which were mortar shells.

It was the mortars of the machine gun company of the 3rd Battalion that were fighting, and even if the positions of the 3rd Battalion were hit by the Japanese mountain artillery rifle guns everywhere, as long as there was a little firepower, a burst of shells would hit it.

The cannon is close and direct, and like the rifle, there is almost no accurate ranging, and the mobile muzzle is just aimed at it, so the heavy fire of the third battalion is now very passive.

But now seeing that the brothers of the seventh company and the third platoon are about to be crushed by the Japanese tanks, the three dogs can't stand it, and they can't see such sacrifices, even if they are beaten, they have to open fire, shouting for the mortars of the machine gun company.

The mortars of the machine gun company had to be dragged out of the tunnels and fired at the Japanese tanks at the risk of being destroyed by the Japanese mountain artillery.

In fact, it is very unprofessional to do this, and Sangou has also self-examined afterwards, mortar bombing tanks is like a child's game at home, and it is almost impossible to blow up.

Fortunately, after three rounds of rapid fire, the mortars were immediately withdrawn, and only two were hit by Japanese artillery, wounding several gunners.

Even if it is unprofessional and unscientific, but Sangou did order it at that time, he really couldn't stand the beard under his nose, and died powerlessly.

He can't help, he can't help as a battalion commander, which is very shocking, and he can only watch this old brother fall into the enemy formation.

At that time, a group of Sangou and their group escaped from Nanjing like lost dogs, that is, the third battalion of the 305th regiment received them, and only a few of them were left in the seventh company of the third battalion at that time.

Regardless of the suspicion of the three dogs who came to the airborne, they welcomed the three dogs with open arms and rebuilt the Seventh Company, which is a rare mind for a veteran of the old Seventh Company.

It is also for this reason that Sangou has always been not thin on them, from the squad leader to the platoon commander, all the way, there are recruits coming, priority is given to replenishing their squad platoon units, and weapons and ammunition are given to them first.

But in this war-torn era, under such a fighting base, it is really difficult to protect who can't die and who can survive, even the three dogs who are the battalion commanders can't guarantee their own life and death, let alone the squad leaders and platoon leaders below.

In this great battle, the soldiers of the third battalion and the seventh company changed one after another, and many veterans and even excellent commanders died in the war.

It turned out that several veterans of the old 7th Company of the old 305th Regiment were almost sacrificed, and Dayou Cui Dayou, Rong Zai Liang Guorong, Chaoyang Tang Chaoyang, and Lao Yuan Han Zhongyuan all died one after another.

Now, it seems that only the bearded Hu Shouqing is left, they are all men from the northwest, and they are real men, at least in the eyes of the three dogs, in the eyes of the veterans of the three battalions, they all think so.

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Under these rounds of rapid mortar fire, the rising smoke shrouded the surroundings of the Japanese tank, and the fragments of the mortar shells also blew up the devil infantry behind the tank to the ground to hide.

In this rare fleeting opportunity, there is no need to make a sound with a beard, and the soldiers in the third platoon know very well that if they don't seize this last opportunity, after a few seconds, everyone estimates that not a single devil will be able to fight.

Before Beard could give the order, the fighters around him leaped out of the trenches, and Beard followed, all with grenades, and before they could reach the tank, someone pulled the rope apart.

This is not making a movie, it is not making a drama, this is a real existence, this is an incomprehensible behavior of people in a peaceful era, a group behavior that cannot be seen in a lifetime of collective death.

The smoke of gunpowder is in front of us, the flames of war are burning around, and death beckons above, brothers, let's die together.

The Japanese tanks seemed to sense something unusual, and one of the tanks finally found a group of people carrying the explosives and grenades in the smoke of the ropes rushing towards them.

This is not a group of people, like a group of ghosts, a group of ghosts who only have the last few seconds of life left in the world, a group of heroes who are desperate to die.

A hero is not a person who has great martial arts, nor a person who has a very high image, nor does he need to be a person who is coaxed by cowhide.

Heroes only need those who dare to rush out in the face of life and death when they are serving the country and the people.

It's such a group of people in rags, such a group of people who are staggering with injuries, such a group of people who can't even run the last thirty or forty meters.

But they are well-deserved heroes.

Under the machine guns of the enemy's tanks, they were shot to pieces and flesh and blood were splashed everywhere, but the people around them still did not frown and resolutely went to their deaths.

They carried heavy grenades and explosives, dragged many wounded bodies, and tried their best to reach the Japanese tanks, so they could only detonate the explosives on their bodies, and a burst of fire and smoke rose on the position.

This is the last voice, the last shadow, the last goodbye they left in this world.

In the successive explosions, several Japanese tanks were blown up, and the other tanks were actually afraid, afraid of such a group of unprotected people.

Beard dragged a wounded thigh, his chest was full of grenades, and he was holding a bag of explosives in his hand, and he rushed forward with all his might, and the brothers around him fell one by one, and Beard never looked at them again.

This group of brothers who get along day and night have long seen enough, and they have already engraved the faces of each of them in their hearts, but they just don't remember it, so what can they do? 2k reading web