The gunfire was far away, and the night wind swept up the fallen leaves, and it was bleak. The flowing water under the railway bridge also seems to be whimpering silently, telling a sad story that has not changed for thousands of years.

Even in the middle of the night in June, Da Kui still felt that the little item in his arms had become no longer warm, and it was gradually cold.

Xiao Xiang was shot twice in the chest, two big holes opened in his back, and the blood had been drained, naturally losing the heat that the human body should have.

Da Kui didn't cry anymore, nor did he cry anymore, but carefully placed Xiao Xiang gently on the ground on the shore, for fear of hurting him, and then groped around, hoping to find something to cover Xiao Xiang, even if it was to cover his face.

The thing didn't touch it, Da Kui suddenly stumbled, fell into a foxhole, touched the swollen body that had been knocked into the cab of the armored car, and suddenly laughed.

"Xiao Xiang, did you guide me here, this place is really good, you can settle down here in the future, if I am still alive in the future, I will come to see you."

Da Kui thought silently in his heart, got up and went to pick up Xiao Xiang, carefully put it into this narrow kneeling foxhole, used the dagger he carried with him, dug up some floating soil, covered Xiao Xiang, and then hobbled towards the hill.

Xiao Xiang, Xiang Chucai, corporal guard of the 7th Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 305th Regiment of the 153rd Brigade of the 51st Division of the 74th Army, a native of Liuyang, Hunan, died on the evening of June 3, the 27th year of the Republic of China, on the slope of Wushan Mountain, Kaifeng, Henan, at the age of 19.

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The small group of devils behind Xiucai, most of whom were the devils who came from the opposite side of the railway bridge, thought that these ragged Chinese were just homeless bandits or something, so they boldly chased after them.

Xiucai and they were very lucky, and the pioneer Changhua Tieshu sent did not encounter an ambush by devils all the way, and even the hill on the slope of Wushan was empty, so they quickly occupied the original position of Xiaoshan.

Perhaps the main force of the devils was all attracted to the railway, especially the roar and sound of the ironclad car just now, which moved the core interests of the devils and made the devils pour out of the nest, and all the devils who stayed in the village and monitored the hill rushed to the railway.

Therefore, when Xiucai and they escaped a "return to the horse gun", they did not meet the devils who were originally staying here all the way, but the devils on the other side of the railway bridge, who didn't know their details, chased them all the way.

After arriving at the hill, Xiucai immediately arranged for several groups of people to guard a few dark forts and traffic trenches, and the kung fu of the front and rear feet, the devils behind him also touched it.

Relying on the superiority of firepower and personnel, the devils used flashlights and torches, and made a slight straggler formation, and launched an attack on the hill overnight, preparing to defeat these homeless bandits in one fell swoop.

But as soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the devils were miserable, and the devils with torches and flashlights were killed and injured in the first round of precise strikes on the hill.

Such accurate marksmanship made the devil so frightened that he retreated again and again, lying on the ground and not daring to raise his head, all the torches were automatically extinguished, and the flashlight was turned off.

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Seeing that the beard was so far away that he couldn't see the shadow, Zhang Zhiguang was sweating profusely in pain, and even changed his body and began to tremble, desperately dragging an immobile leg, using a machine gun as a crutch and clubbing, and walked towards the carriage with ammunition.

Every step he took, it was a pain in his heart, half of his body was numb from pain, and he could barely move, Zhang Zhiguang still dragged his broken leg all the way, and walked bloodily all the way to the carriage a few steps away.

In just a few short steps, Zhang Zhiguang almost exhausted all his energy, originally thinking of climbing into this carriage and using the ammunition in the carriage to fight to the death with the devil.

But this thought was finally shattered when he couldn't bear a heel and planted on the ground again, Zhang Zhiguang, who was lying on the ground, looked at the unreachable carriage door and high ladder in front of him, and knew that he could no longer climb up.

Forget it, I can kill devils while lying here, and I still have a machine gun and a bundle of bullets in my hand, which is enough to hold out until I die.

Just when the devil found that there was no sound in the carriage for a long time, he began to slowly surround him, Zhang Zhiguang's machine gun suddenly burst into flames again.

A sharp machine-gun sound, screaming again in the night sky, pierced the air and pierced the devil's body.

Due to excessive blood loss, Zhang Zhiguang's body was slowly losing control, and the strength in his hands was gradually disappearing, and he could barely grasp the fiercely beating machine gun.

People are also extremely painful and tired, and they can't help but want to close their eyes and sleep beautifully.

In order not to let himself die so quickly, Zhang Zhiguang stopped the machine gun, pulled out the dagger, and cut his left arm a few times, which was considered to stimulate himself.

The pain of the cut skin of his arm stimulated the nerves, which made Zhang Zhiguang feel a little more energetic, and he once again operated the machine gun and fired forward.

At this time, his pupils are estimated to have begun to dilate, because his eyes can barely see what is in front of him, blurred and ghosted, I don't know if there is a devil or something in front of him, he can only fight with his last strength to operate the machine gun.

But it was just a machine gun, shooting in one direction, it was easy to be dodged by the devils, and at this time, several devils had already detoured back behind Zhang Zhiguang.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiguang was only one person driving a machine gun here, the devil fired several shots behind him, and the bullet instantly penetrated Zhang Zhiguang's chest and back, like several heavy hammers, hitting him forward and lying on the ground, and the machine gun was also thrown aside.

At this time, Zhang Zhiguang no longer had the strength to get up to pick up the machine gun, and he couldn't hear or see anything, but he vaguely felt some discomfort and pain in his chest.

And the devil looked from behind him, Zhang Zhiguang's hands, feet and body were still moving, as if he was still looking for something, and the two or three devils rushed up, raised the bayonet stuck in the gun, and poked Zhang Zhiguang in the back.

Zhang Zhiguang, who couldn't hear or see, had lost any sense of pain, and only a trace of consciousness remained, and he also felt that there were ghost soldiers stabbing him now with the feeling he had trained on the battlefield.

The body can't move anymore, and I don't have the strength to turn it, and now even if I want to open my eyes, it seems that this bit of strength is difficult to gather.

However, Zhang Zhiguang still slowly let go of a grenade in his right hand, this grenade had laboriously pulled out the latch before, and now as long as he let go of his hand, it would explode immediately.

"Goodbye, my brother! Goodbye, I can't go back to my hometown! ”

As Zhang Zhiguang's right hand was released, a loud bang sounded, and several devils behind him were blown up at once, and Zhang Zhiguang could finally close his eyes and sleep beautifully.

The suffering of the world is finally relieved!

May I sleep forever and never wake up again!

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Zhang Zhiguang, 74 sergeant squad leader of the 3rd Battalion, 7th Company, 3rd Platoon, 305th Regiment, 153rd Brigade, 51st Division, 54th Army, a native of Yongfeng Town, Guangfeng, Jiangxi, died on the evening of June 3, 27th year of the Republic of China, on the slope of Wushan, Kaifeng, Henan, at the age of 20.

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