"Watermelon, bear with it a little longer, maybe it will rain at night." The lieutenant glanced at the soldiers lying in the trenches with gunpowder smoke all over his face, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Although I haven't drunk water for more than ten hours, I have consumed a lot of physical strength to repel six attacks by the Japanese invaders, not to mention a lot of water. Moreover, the constant explosions and smoke made the temperature on the battlefield much higher than the supposed cooler late autumn.

Almost everyone's mouth is dry and flaky, and their throat feels like it's on fire. In the end, in addition to shouting two voices to fight with the Japanese invaders, most of the soldiers didn't even bother to speak, and the watermelon, a living treasure, was full of energy, and he could still live in vain in this short interval between battles.

"Company commander, don't lie to your forehead, you see that the sun is good, and the rain is coming at night! If this is the case, the one who can give the forehead a sip of water will make the forehead shout most successful. Watermelon lazily re-used his arms as pillows, and fell into the trench to watch the sunset that was about to sink westward.

"Here, you coward, if you hear what you say, I won't beat you to death." The emaciated soldier who had just lamented that he hadn't slept with his sister-in-law's future cheap brother-in-law fumbled in his pocket for a while, and angrily threw a round object into the arms of his future brother-in-law.

Probably, every brother who hears the idea of beating his sister will want to rush up and fight! Even if that bastard is his future brother-in-law.

"Oh, what's that?" The watermelon was startled, and when he looked at it, he couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Brother, you are really my brother, in the future, Ernier and I will give birth to a doll, and I must honor your second uncle." ”

"It's a coward, that's it." The thin soldier snorted coldly and turned his head disdainfully, but his face was gloomy when no one saw it.

Will he be able to wait until the day he becomes an uncle? Watermelon, this dog's day, can you still go back and marry my little sister according to the marriage contract?

I can't complain that watermelon is so excited. What the future uncle threw into his arms was a wild apple in the mountains, although it was not big and the taste was sour, but when it went down, it was definitely sour and quenched his thirst!

The soldiers around them opened their eyes one after another, and watched the little round wild fruit in Watermelon's hand, which was not much bigger than a baby's fist, flutter in his throat.

At this moment, the sharp whistle of "Xiu'er~~~~" suddenly sounded.

"The little devil of the dog day, it won't stop for a while." The lieutenant scolded angrily, "Lao Zhang, you take the four brothers to pay attention to the movements of the little devils, and the rest of them will go into the artillery hole." Pay attention to Lao Tzu, don't let the little devil's cannonball bite. ”

There was a loud "boom", as the shell exploded more than thirty meters from the trench, "Yes!" Iron eggs, Lao Li, dog baby, the mountains are left. The second lieutenant platoon commander who was ordered by the lieutenant even named a few names, "It's good for Lao Tzu to go to the observation point." ”

Although the howling of shells in the air became more and more intensive, the soldiers did not panic, and trot all the way along the trenches with their waists, entering the defensive artillery holes when they should enter the artillery holes, and entering the observation points when they should enter the observation points. Obviously, they are used to this kind of shelling of the devils up to six times a day.

Once, perhaps, it was fear. Twice, it's not so scary anymore. Three times, it is calm. So what about six times, it doesn't matter anymore. This is the terrible habit of human beings. Once there is a terrible habitual thinking, let alone shells, there are too many atomic bombs, that's what it is, damn the ball up.

This is a group of lone soldiers, their own side failed to attack the Japanese army, and the artillery bombardment still failed to open the passage to know the end of the lone army, death, for them is not so terrible.

It is said to be an anti-artillery hole, but in fact, it is just a large crater formed by the explosion of a 250-pound aerial bomb in the middle of a fortification. The power of the explosion of the 250-pound bomb was really terrifying, even if it was this stone mountain, it would have blasted a large crater two meters deep and four meters wide in diameter.

The Chinese soldiers on the position simply adapted measures to local conditions, spread long strips of logs for the fortifications directly onto the huge crater, and then covered them with a thick layer of sand and gravel and soil, and built an anti-artillery hole with an area of 40 square meters that could accommodate 40 or 50 people.

It was precisely because of this natural anti-artillery hole blown up by the Japanese planes that many soldiers were able to avoid several rounds of artillery fire from the Japanese invaders.

However, it was the life of an infantry squad soldier in exchange.

A full twelve people were wiped out in the violent explosion of the frontal hit of the 250-pound bomb, and not even a little finger was left. The blackened blood stains on the walls of the pit were the last traces of the soldiers who had fought here.

It's just that the anti-artillery hole, which should have been crowded, has become a little sparse, and the last lieutenant who walked into the anti-artillery cave and sat closest to the entrance of the cave glanced at the cave with the help of the faint light at the entrance of the cave, and his face was gloomy.

After two days and one night of fighting, there were only so many men left in his infantry company. With the addition of the five people outside, there are only about 30 people in total, less than the strength of a platoon.

"Company commander, come, take a bite, it's really sour and lose your teeth." Watermelon leaned over with the small wild apple and said.

The lieutenant took the wild fruit, looked at the shallow two tooth marks and the fingernail-sized mark left on it, his heart was slightly sour, and he handed it to a soldier beside him, "Brothers, one mouthful, no one's mouth can be opened too big for Lao Tzu!" The apples given by watermelons are not as big as watermelons. ”

"How can it? Whoever eats too much, when the little devil comes, will let him resist explosives packs. When the soldiers saw that there were wild fruits to eat, their mood improved, and they laughed in response to the company commander's joke.

Whenever the most difficult moment is hit, the soldiers who rush into the Japanese attack queue with the ignition fuse explosive bag on their backs can always take the lives of more than a dozen little devils, and of course they are also dead. However, it worked very well, and it was basically able to repel a wave of Japanese attacks. The Fifth Company had already repelled a total of eight Japanese attacks with this hand.

Outside the anti-artillery hole, the sound of artillery rumbled, the dust fell in the anti-artillery hole, and a small apple was silently passed in the hands of the soldiers.

Like the most precious treasure, each person carefully held it with his hand, and with a small bite, he put it in the palm of another soldier's hand.

"Whoever said it was sour, why did you think it was very sweet!"

"The watermelon on the dog's day is just afraid to be eaten by the brothers!"

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The soldiers who had eaten the apples looked satisfied and joked.

"Dogs, eat and talk about cool things, and then return the apples to the forehead, which is given by the uncle." Watermelon was a little annoyed by the ridicule of his comrades.

"Tsk, Da Shun is also too good-hearted, replaced by Lao Tzu, and smashed the bastard who wanted to sleep with Lao Tzu's sister into two balls with the butt of a gun." The soldiers burst into laughter.

It was as if they had forgotten the 6.5-kilogram mountain artillery shells that kept exploding overhead, because a wild apple that could be found everywhere in the Chinese mountains this autumn was no more than a few tens of grams.

A sour toothy little apple, a little happiness.

Wait until the apple reaches the lieutenant again. The lieutenant turned his head to look out of the cave, but his eyes were sparkling.

After the gnawing of thirty people, there was still half of the wild fruit the size of a baby's fist。。。。。

"Watermelon, take the rest and send it to the injured brothers later." The lieutenant put half of the apple back in the somewhat dazed watermelon's hand.

"Hmm!" The watermelon's eyes were a little red, and he agreed sullenly.

The only eight seriously wounded men of the 5th Company of the 102nd Regiment were concentrated in the anti-artillery hole dug by the infantry company itself with explosives at the rear of the position, which was considered the safest place in the entire position.

As on the previous six occasions, the sound of the cannon stopped after twenty minutes.

After waiting for another minute, the lieutenant took the lead in drilling out of the anti-artillery hole, hunched down the trench filled with gunsmoke and shouted as he ran: "Lao Zhang, what's the matter?" What's going on out there? ”

"Ahem, ahem." The second lieutenant, whose face was covered in dust and blackened, ran over, coughing violently and said, "The iron egg is gone, and the rest of the people are fine." ”

"Where's the devil? Did the devils attack? The lieutenant's face twitched slightly, and he continued.

"It's evil, the devils have started to attack in the past, but now they are quite calm, and they are still 700 meters away. What tricks do you want to play on a dog day? The second lieutenant handed the lieutenant the only telescope in the infantry company, and said with a strange face.

"Then continue to observe, so that the brethren do not panic, lest the little devil play tricks like last time." The lieutenant took the binoculars and looked at the Japanese positions in the distance for a while, frowned and ordered.

"Yes!" The second lieutenant nodded.

At this time, the mountain breeze blew, and the smoke dissipated a lot.

The second lieutenant, who happened to be facing his side, suddenly stared, pointed to a mountain at least 800 meters away in the distance and said, "Company commander, look at what it is?" It seems that there are people. ”

The lieutenant picked up the binoculars and looked in the direction the second lieutenant was pointing, and there was a half-loud sound.

After a full two minutes, he put down his binoculars and looked back at the second lieutenant platoon commander who was still looking at him, with a trace of misery on his face: "The regiment headquarters sent an order in the flag language, ordering us to hold our positions until early tomorrow morning, even if there is only one person. ”

"Dog's day, it sounds good, what do you use to keep it? Bayonet alone? A look of anger welled up in the lieutenant's face. Seeing that the lieutenant's face also showed a hint of anger, the second lieutenant's face showed a trace of dejection: "Company commander, it's not that the brothers are afraid of death, even if you send some son bullets and grenades to the old men!" ”

"If it can't be delivered, the division headquarters and the regimental headquarters have done their best, and for us, enough of the brothers in the regiment have died." The lieutenant shook his head.

Suddenly turned around, and shouted sharply: "Erniu, return the flag to the regiment headquarters, resolutely complete the order, and my fifth company will resolutely live and die with the position." ”

"Company commander, Erniu is dead." The second lieutenant reminded in a whisper.

"Then flare them and tell them we've received them." Only then did the lieutenant remember that his signal corpsman had died in the last Japanese shelling.

"Those are the last two flares."

"People are going to die, do you want flares to dry the ball? Give Lao Tzu another call. A grim look flashed across the lieutenant's face.

At the same time that a red signal flare was rising from the top of the mountain, a Japanese officer with a badge of the young man was also holding a telescope and staring at the Chinese position on the top of the mountain on the Japanese position 800 meters away.

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PS: The chapters of the lonely army are based on real battle examples, Zhang Dengdi of the 102nd Regiment of the 17th Division died in the first battle of Xuehua Mountain, and no life survived. Zhang Dengdi is a member of our party, and I would like to pay tribute to the company.

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