Death squads, there have been since the ages.

The composition of death squads is often divided into a variety of types.

One is forced by swords and guns, and if you don't go, you will die.

But this type of death squad is often very rare, after all, in the case of death both horizontally and vertically, the effect is generally not good!

Therefore, more death squads are often composed of death row prisoners, criminals, etc., or huge bounties are offered!

Once you complete the mission and don't die, you may be pardoned or rewarded, so this type of death squad is much more powerful than being forced forward by swords and guns.

The use of death squads to charge is also the most used combat method in this war, whether it is the chairman's troops or the team of the Eighth Route Army, when there is no way!

But the composition of the daredevils in this war is very different from all the daredevils in history!

At least, Zhang Ran had never heard of a time in history when there was such a situation in this war, where there was very little money temptation, and there was rarely a desperate opportunity to be pardoned, so many people volunteered to be a death squad!

Someone even broke their head for it!

Whenever he was sure that he could become a daredevil, those young or vicissitudes of life looked at everyone, raised their arms and cheered, and looked at death as if they were at home, which almost made Zhang Ran teary-eyed.

Compared with these daredevils in history, Zhang Ran felt that those guys were simply insignificant, and they were not worth mentioning......

"Tell my eldest brother that you must take care of your parents!"

"Mother-in-law doesn't need to say anything, what does she know about an old lady? Just write a few words to my son - don't say more, just tell him that when he grows up in the future, he must be like his father and be a man who stands up to the sky! ”

A group of determined death squad members gathered in front of some soldiers who were fluent in writing, and asked those soldiers to help leave suicide notes for their families......

The soldiers with pens choked up as they wrote, and from time to time tears fell on the papers, and then the speckled faints dispersed, and then they were laughed at loudly by the daredevils, saying things like Lao Tzu hasn't cried yet, what are you crying about......

"Captain, you let me go!"

Wang Wenping hurriedly grabbed Zhang Ran with a white face and didn't let go: "Two brothers in our family, I obviously meet the conditions to be a daredevil—why don't you let me go?" ”

"Stunned, why don't you make sense?"

Kang Ting scolded angrily: "When it is not necessary, commanders and fighters cannot participate in the death squad, why don't you understand this rule?" If you really can, do you think Lao Tzu is willing to watch his brothers go to death and stand behind himself? ”

All of this made Zhang Ran spin around, and he felt like he couldn't breathe and fainted at any time......

Seeing such a scene on TV or in a movie can only make people feel tragic and passionate at the same time......

But when he was really in it, Zhang Ran found that this was almost beyond the scope of his own psychological tolerance......

After all, after living in that era of absolute peace a few decades later, he couldn't bear so much at all - although in Lu County before, when attacking the watchtower garrisoned by Sanpulin, Lu Song's guerrillas also organized death squads, and he had also seen the scenes of those daredevils forgetting their lives......

But it was precisely because he had seen the tragedy of the daredevils that he felt that he couldn't bear it!

What's more, the scale of the death squad organized this time is far greater than the scale of the death squad in Lu Song County!

Two hundred, one hundred soldiers and one hundred militiamen!

On the battlefield of this three-dimensional firepower, these two hundred daredevils are probably dead and lifeless......

Two hundred families will lose their pillars, and the villagers of two hundred families will no longer be able to wait for their relatives to be reunited......

In this era, it's almost a year and a half!

In the previous year or so, the detachment had sacrificed no more than 200 people on the battlefield!

However, in the past half month, the casualties of the detachment's soldiers and militia have reached a terrifying more than 1,000 to nearly 2,000 people......

And this campaign is far from over!

By the time the battle is over, the final casualties will reach three or four thousand, which may not be impossible......

The casualties of three or four thousand in World War I were not a small number for a detachment that only had two permanent territorial base areas in two counties, and even for any army, it was a huge casualty......

Zhang Ran even regretted participating in this battle!

Although the detachment sent troops to participate in this battle strongly, it was indeed possible to disrupt the deployment of the Japanese army, to eliminate many Japanese troops, and at the same time to allow Pingtongguan to eliminate some more Japanese troops, the benefits of this war are immeasurable......

But the sacrifice of the detachment is really too great!

After all, these people who died were all the detachment's own people - that feeling made him feel much more heartbroken than hearing that a certain chairman of the committee was in a certain place and was killed by devils and so on......

The sun is moving westerly, getting closer to the horizon......

The dazzling light also dimmed, and finally turned blood......

It was like being dyed red by countless flowing blood......

Zhang Ran was sitting on pins and needles, how he wished that time could stop at this moment, and never get dark.

Then, those daredevils will never have to rush to their deaths because of their own orders......

Explosives packets began to be continuously transported and distributed to the daredevils.

The daredevils were saying goodbye to everyone who knew them, and looked at Zhang Ran from time to time......

In their hearts, Zhang Ran, who single-handedly created the entire base area, is an existence like a god.

They obviously hoped that Zhang Ran would be able to say something to them in what might be the last and most glorious moment of their lives......

But the Zhang Ran they saw was no longer like before, in any difficult situation, he was always full of hope, always believed in something, and full of confidence!

At this moment, she seemed weak and weak, as if something had been sucked out of his body......

But this did not disappoint them, but they were doubly moved!

Because they know that the reason why Zhang Ran is like this is because they are sad because they are about to go back forever!

So the song of the detachment sounded in this bloody sun.

At first, it was a certain soldier who started, and then the soldiers outside the entire Dingzhou city plus the militia, nearly 3,000 people began to sing together......

The wolf smoke rises, and the dogs are eyeing the tiger......

Occupy the northeast, break Nanjing, and the bones are mountainous

Blood is like the water of the Yellow River......

……

Very crazy, the long knife is directed, and the devil who kills cries and calls his mother!

How many siblings are buried in their bones!

Why not die to repay your family and country......

Endure sighing, even more speechless, blood and tears in your eyes!

……

I am willing to defend the territory and reopen the territory, and you will die in the bloody battlefield......

To make China dignified, let the Quartet ......

Congratulations......

The loud singing, like a torrent, resounded in all directions!

Within a radius of several miles, there is the desolate and tragic singing!

I don't know how many villagers who were around because of the support detachment heard it and burst into tears......

There are also many people who are hiding in the dark, don't want to mix anything at all, and just want to wait for the battle to go home and live their own small life......

In the city of Dingzhou, it has long been in ruins!

Song Qing, Yuan Zhenfeng and others, who were still fighting desperately, saw the devil retreating, gasped violently, and hurriedly sat down to recover his strength, preparing to meet the next wave of attacks from the devil......

Then they heard singing from outside the city......

Yuan Zhenfeng and Song Qing have heard this team song, and when they heard that this team song was written by Zhang Ran, they also laughed, thinking that this guy was at this level, and he dared to write the team song by himself, which was really ridiculous and generous......

But at the moment, the song made them want to cry!

Because of the singing, they remembered how proud their ancestors were, the arrogance of the little devils, and all the Chinese soldiers who went forward for this battle......

Yoshino's eyes were gloomy as he stared at the team of the Jindong detachment of more than 3,000 people outside the city, listening to the lyrics that he couldn't understand, and the binoculars in his hand never let go......

Ryuichi was also holding a telescope on the side and saw the explosives packets.

Harada came over and joined up with Yoshino and saw the explosives packs.

"It seems that the Jindong detachment is going to be ruthless, and the death squad is going to fight with us!" Yoshino Road.

"I can't help it, Zhang Ran continues to cherish the feathers, and refuses to work hard!"

Harada sneered: "If we continue to confront each other like this for another day, our brigade will be able to completely wipe out the remnants of Yuan Zhenfeng in the city, and when the time comes, you and I will be able to join forces to clean up his Jindong detachment - that Zhang Ran, knows this very well!" ”

"yes!"

Yoshino nodded and said: "This Jindong detachment has always fought desperately if it can, and if it can't be beaten, it will run, and it will hardly really fight with us - but I'm sure that if the Jindong detachment doesn't fight hard, it must be very terrifying if it really fights......"

"Even if his Jindong detachment wants to work hard, what then?"

Long Yi said disapprovingly: "We have our back to the city wall of Dingzhou City, the fortifications are strong, and the tricks he used to play by the Jindong detachment are not of any use at all, and he can only be sent to death if he is desperate - besides, isn't this my fully mechanized squadron?" As long as the tanks of my squadron come out, his Jindong detachment will not work hard, and if they work hard, I can make them become ...... death."

Listening to this, Tun Ben on the side twitched, and he couldn't wait to tell Long Yi, don't think that you have a fully mechanized squadron, and a few tanks in the squadron are amazing......

That damn Jindong detachment is by no means so easy to deal with!

But after all, Tun Ben still didn't say this, after all, the brigade was able to break through before, and there were still a few days that could block the Jindong detachment for three days, so that the other party could not move forward an inch under Dingzhou City, and in many places, it was indeed relying on Long Yi's tank!

But because of this, Tun Ben couldn't help but have some expectations, looking forward to Zhang Ran of the Jindong detachment being able to give Long a little bit of power, so that this guy knew that even if there was a tank, it was not omnipotent......

Having the same opinion as Tsunomoto are Yoshino and Harada.

The two ignored Long Yi's proposal, and after discussion, they unanimously made a decision, and the city side temporarily stabilized the situation, reduced the troops, and was no longer in a hurry to continue the attack on Yuan Zhenfeng's troops.

In case the occupation on this side is too unfavorable, then Haradabe can also draw out a part of the troops to help defend and resist the attack of the Jindong detachment!

The sun casts its last rays on the horizon......

The desolate and tragic team singing has finally stopped!

The daredevils had already carried the explosives bag in their arms, and the guns were already riddling......

Dozens of grenadiers have all been calibrated for maximum range, and all of them are filled with smoke grenades, ready to fire at any time......

The trumpeter wiped the trumpet over and over again, and looked at Zhang Ran, who had been closing his eyes from time to time, as if he was asleep.

Kang Ting, Wang Lao, Gui Shiyuan, Thin Monkey and others were all around, and they didn't mean to wake up Zhang Ran.

Because they all know that Zhang Ran is not asleep at all—because they can often see tears overflowing from Zhang Ran's closed eyes......

People who fall asleep will not cry.

They all knew that Zhang Ran was just pretending to be asleep, he didn't open his eyes, he just didn't want to see the sunset that was about to set!

But the sunset will eventually set.

On the ground, there is only the last trace of afterglow......

In the afterglow of this last ray of sunset, there is a war horse, which is galloping wildly!

The corners of the war horse's mouth were already foaming at the mouth!

That's because of the long running, so that the horse's physical strength is about to run out - if it doesn't stop, the horse is likely to be exhausted to death!

As an experienced cavalry platoon commander, Jia Quantao is of course very clear about this!

But he didn't mean to stop at all, but kept raising the whip and kicking the waist and abdomen of the war horse, so that the war horse could run faster and faster......

In fact, it's not just the war horses that are in jeopardy.

Jia Quantao's own situation is not optimistic!

On the horse's waist, on the saddle, mottled blood stains can be seen everywhere!

The inner thighs and buttocks, which were worn out by long-term horseback riding, were grinded into a blur of flesh and blood because of the galloping horses in the middle of the afternoon!

Now, every time the horse runs, his inner thighs and buttocks seem to be gouged through his body with a sharp scraper......

But he is persevering, gritting his teeth and insisting!

He also hopes that his war horse can be as persistent as himself!

But war horses are not human after all......

In the long mournful neighing, the war horse, which had exhausted the last trace of physical strength, suddenly softened its front hooves, and then fell to the ground, and Jia Quantao, who was on horseback, was also thrown out because of this......

Jia Quantao didn't have time to pay attention to his physical condition, so he got up from the ground and kicked and beat the fallen war horse, screaming: "Get up, get up......"

The horse struggled with its hooves, but could not stand up......

Jia Quantao could only give up his war horse and run forward desperately, running wildly on the ground that fell into the horizon, his voice sad and crying heartbreaking: "Someone, is there anyone?" Urgent, urgent......"