At about two o'clock in the middle of the night, the Seventh Company, under strict light control, quickly got up, dressed neatly, and followed the 305th Regiment to set off in the direction of Yang Yuanyuan.

In order not to make a sound, everyone left all their household utensils in the cooking class, and only brought a kettle, but the kettle was wrapped in a towel and tied into it to avoid making a sound when it collided with the butt of the gun.

The grenades were also tightly tied in the grenade cloth bag, the bullet strips were all removed in advance and packed in the bullet box, and the chain of the machine gun was packed in the ammunition box.

The infantry even took a rope from the bayonet scabbard and tied it to the thigh. The large blade and the sapper shovel were cut with a cloth sleeve and tied to the back, and the backpack and other living utensils were not brought, but a sanitary bag, and the monk gave everyone an extra one.

Get ready, follow the large army on the road, the night is thick, no firelight is allowed to appear, the visibility is very poor, you can only feel the comrades in front, follow forward.

After a silent march, each company has arrived at the designated position, and the rest is handed over to the company commanders.

More than a hundred men squatted silently, waiting for Sangou's hand to touch his head and face.

The face of each brother, like a fresh life, jumped with life in the hands of the three dogs, except for some newly added recruits, the other brothers, the three dogs only need to touch their hands, they know who it is.

What a familiar smell and feeling, but after tonight, many of these living beings will fall coldly on this land, or even disappear into this world.

After the cruel tempering of the long war, I have seen too many life and death, and Sangou's heart is becoming more and more cold and hard, and it is more and more difficult to be moved.

But now, when his hand touched the familiar face of every brother, the once cold and hard heart was gradually softening, gradually warming, and gradually becoming sad.

This is Xiucai, this is a bamboo pole, this is a dog's leg, this is a monk, this is a radish.

There are also Wu Dingli, Zhu Mingtai, Yang Chengzu, Zhang Zhiguang, Peng Changhua, Xia Chen, Chen Yanxin, Da Kui, Xiaohe, Xiao Xiang, Da Niu, Tie Shu, Plug, Yougen, Da Cai, Laifu, Shi Yan, Goudan, Silly Tiger, Gouyu......

Sangou's hand touched the back and couldn't help but tremble.

These are brothers who are reluctant to live in this life, but now I want to send them to the battlefield with my own hands, send them on the road with my own hands, and send them on this road of no return.

I had promised my brothers before that I would take my brothers home alive and leave no one behind. The slogan was shouted loudly, and he was so moved that he shouted.

But later, seeing that the brothers died on the battlefield one by one, one by one, and the words of taking the brothers home alive were no longer shameless.

Thinking of his childish words before, now he is not only ashamed, but also blames himself, not to mention that he wants to bring his brothers home alive, even if he is a dead brother, he can't bring them back for burial.

Many brothers, when they die, they can't even find their bones, and even if they can find them, they can't take them home, so they can only be hastily buried on the battlefield, and they can talk about ** to exonerate themselves with the sentence "Qingshan buries loyal bones everywhere".

There were also some brothers, like Songhu Luodian, who were seriously injured in front of the position, and under the sniper of the Japanese army, they just couldn't be saved, and watched them struggle to die in pain.

Then, even for several days, the corpse could not be snatched back, and I watched my brother's corpse swell in the sun, rot under the rain, and the violent corpse in broad daylight.

Not to mention how many brothers and civilians were tortured and killed in Nanjing, such as Li Guangben, who was cut off by the devil with a knife and died piece by piece.

And so on, there are too many, and the departure of every brother will leave behind a hatred, planted in the hearts of Sangou and other brothers who are still alive.

What is a deep vendetta? What is Big Hate? That's how it all came together.

Sometimes Sangou is silently thinking, perhaps, if he dies, it will be a relief, and he doesn't have to stagger forward with such a heavy hatred.

can think of the brothers who are still alive, they need him, they need his command quality, maybe with him, everyone can really live.

Or even if it is one more day, it is still a day, and ants are still stealing life, let alone people.

Besides, the devil hasn't killed enough, and the revenge hasn't been avenged, so he can't die so early.

Yes, you can't die. If you can't die, you won't die. Even if it's to live like a dog.

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Everyone lurked in the designated position and began to crawl forward, everything was ready, only the east wind was owed, and finally the east wind was really waiting.

Everyone was slowly crawling forward in the thick of the night, and they could already vaguely smell the faint smell of the battlefield.

It was mixed with a faint smell of gunsmoke, foreign oil, horse manure, cooking smoke, etc., and even the stench of the enemy who could not take a bath for many days.

The lurking position of the Seventh Company is just downwind, which makes Sangou a little relieved, otherwise if the wind blows towards the devil's position, he may not be asked by a devil with a sensitive nose about the smell on their bodies.

Before three o'clock in the morning when the general attack was scheduled to be launched, the seventh company of the three dogs had already completed the task of crawling forward, and was already close to the sentry post of the devil's forward position.

Sangou didn't dare to take out a flashlight to see the time on the watch, even if it was covered with an oilcloth, in order to see the time, in case the position of the whole company was exposed to the devil, it would be too much to lose.

Sangou looked at the sky, and also estimated the time, and roughly came up with a time, and it was estimated that it would take about twenty minutes to reach three o'clock.

Seeing that this place is still more than 200 meters away from the devil's forward position, even if it is time to launch a general attack at three o'clock, this 200-meter charge will lose a lot.

But now I don't dare to move forward, because when I get to the designated position, this position already belongs to the forefront of the whole regiment, and it is precisely because of the heroic and good fighting of the Seventh Company that there will be this treatment.

If you ignore the military order and battlefield discipline, further along, once the devil discovers it, it will not only be the position of the Seventh Company, but the entire 305th Regiment will be exposed.

Once the devils find that so many Chinese soldiers are coming to attack at night, they will definitely be crazy to block the attack, and before the time for the general attack comes, once the devils enter the position and state of blocking in advance, then this battle will be difficult to fight, and the loss will be more than a little bit.

Therefore, although Sangou has the intention of continuing to move forward, he can only stay here and wait obediently now, after all, he is fighting with a large army, not a company in the past, and he can do whatever he wants.

But I still feel that this distance is too big for the seventh company to lose when the general attack comes, although the devils are not aware of it now, but in the past few days of continuous battles, it is impossible for the devils to be stupid enough not to know that the Chinese army is coming back to attack them.

Without this early warning and vigilance, the devil would not be called a devil, and it would be impossible for him to run rampant and domineering on Chinese soil.