It's because I know I can't stop it, so I won't be afraid.

In this world, if you are not even afraid of death, then there is nothing to be afraid of anymore.

"Lao Zhang, how is it, how many can you still pull the bolt?" The lieutenant asked, leaning against the dirt wall of the trench and holding a Japanese-style cigarette.

The wound on his waist has been completely wrapped, the little devil is a bastard, but the first aid kit is very effective, the bleeding from the wound has stopped, and finally drank some water from the kettle carried by the corpse of the Japanese prisoner on the position, the lieutenant's face has also improved a lot.

"Company commander, plus Lao Chen, can still fight, fourteen." The second lieutenant replied with some difficulty.

"Bullshit, there were fourteen when Lao Tzu counted just now, plus Lao Chen and Lao Tzu There are also sixteen!" The lieutenant laughed and cursed, but the slight movement of the corners of his mouth exposed his heart.

Sad, and painful.

Although only fourteen people agreed, he did not hold out a glimmer of hope, hoping that he would still be able to find someone who was injured and temporarily unconscious when he cleaned up the battlefield. But now, that glimmer of illusion is completely shattered.

"Lao Zhao, it was gone just now." The ensign's face twitched, and he paused for a moment before continuing: "After counting the numbers, we found him and brought him back to the trench, and by the time the battlefield was cleaned, he was already out of gas. His intestines were broken, and a couple of first aid kits were used, but we couldn't stop it, and we couldn't stop it with our hands。。。。。。 ”

"Also, of the fourteen reports, you are the first to report."

"There's really only one class left." The lieutenant's hand holding the cigarette shook slightly, and he took a puff of the cigarette fiercely, "The uninjured brothers are all equipped with submachine guns and rifles, and the wounded brothers are looking for more grenades. ”

"Damn, this time it's good, fourteen people have so many gas masks, this time it's enough!" The lieutenant's eyes swept over the Japanese-style gas mask beside him, and tears finally appeared in his eyes, which had been a little red for a long time.

Including him, the last fourteen remaining officers and sergeants of the Fifth Company, plus Squad Leader Chen, who had been poisoned before and did not participate in the battle, only four survived in total. The nine people killed in battle had at least twice as many chances of survival if they had gas masks.

What he saw with his own eyes was that at least three people had been stabbed to the ground by the Japanese soldiers who had heard the sound of the Japanese soldiers who had inhaled the poisonous gas and had shot out the bullets in the submachine gun magazine.

They, in heaven, will they blame him, the company commander?

"Company commander, no one will blame you." The second lieutenant watched the lieutenant look at the gas mask in a daze, and he couldn't know what he was thinking, so he hurriedly persuaded.

"By the way, let the watermelon and the dog baby count how much ammunition there is, and they should pick up a lot of them from the little devil." The lieutenant, who came back to his senses and tried to suppress his grief, said.

"The brethren have just taken out all the ammunition from the position." The second lieutenant hesitated, but continued to report: "Hanyang made 103 bullets, 8 submachine gun bullets, 24 rifles were retrieved, and 308 bullets were found. 38 grenades, 23 Japanese grenades. Explosives packs, four. ”

"How is it possible, the little devil doesn't have dozens or hundreds of bullets on his body?" The lieutenant's eyes widened suddenly, and he asked angrily.

After two days and one night of fighting, he already knew that there was not much standard ammunition left in the headquarters of the Fifth Company, but during this day, they mainly relied on the ammunition picked up from the corpses of Japanese soldiers at the front of the position to persist in the battle, and most of the people were already holding Type 38 rifles instead of the original Hanyang-made rifles.

If it weren't for the one or two thousand rounds of ammunition that were recovered from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, they would still be able to hold out on to six rounds of enemy attacks a day after being cut off from various supplies?

"The little devil has also learned to be smart, each person carries no more than thirty bullets, and there are still consumption, seven or eight brothers searched the body of the little devil he killed just now before he had time to take away, and only found less than 300 rounds." The lieutenant replied helplessly.

"Holy shit." The lieutenant scolded angrily and looked up at the sky, "Explain to the brothers, save a little for Lao Tzu, you have to rely on this little ammunition to fight the little devil all night!" The little devil won't give us much time. ”

The Japanese were much more urgent than the lieutenant had imagined, and an hour later, the Japanese army came in again.

This time, not to mention that there was no temptation, and even the usual artillery bombardment was useless, the Japanese army began to charge from more than 300 meters away, and resolutely charged towards this already slightly lonely Chinese position.

In the faint darkness of the night, several rising flares illuminated the Chinese position directly above as if it were day.

The 5th Company did not have flares, but they also had countermeasures, and a few consecutive gunshots ignited the fire made of black powder and clothes stripped from the Japanese soldiers.

In the firelight, the figure of the Japanese army is clear and changeable.

However, this did not deter the Japanese troops in the charge.

Within 100 meters, regardless of whether the 14 Chinese defenders were desperately firing or throwing grenades, the Japanese troops, who had only reduced their numbers by a third, stretched their formation even wider, but charged up the position without stopping.

A Japanese soldier with a white cloth wrapped around his head, shirtless, and wielding a command knife rushed to the front of the line, which was particularly conspicuous.

As the commander of this infantry squadron who had killed 37 people and wounded 31 in the last battle, not to mention that his superiors had given him the order to die if he did not attack the Chinese position, he himself knew that in one battle, the casualty rate of his infantry squadron was as high as 35 percent, which was actually the highest record since the establishment of the 80th Infantry Wing, and it was impossible for him to have any way back.

So he charged ahead, he wanted to die on this battlefield, and vindicated himself with his life and fearlessness.

So, he died.

At least five rifles at the same time locked on to this man who stood out so shirtless in the light of the night, especially the command knife in his hand that was incomparably bright in the moonlight, which proved his worth.

Four shots hit the bare-chested man with a hideous face, and without saying a word, the bare-chested Japanese lieutenant fell to the ground.

The Japanese infantry squadron lost their commander as soon as they stormed 100 meters into the Chinese position.

However, the Japanese did not panic, and soon someone took over the command and continued to charge towards the position of the fifth company.

Ten minutes later, the weakest part of the defensive firepower that had gone around to the far left of the position had even jumped into the trenches, numbering more than 20 people.

"Long live the Emperor!" The Japanese soldiers in the rear, who were nearly two squads of more than 80 people, howled frantically, and continued to charge upwards against the bullets still fired from the short trenches.

In their imagination, as long as they rushed into the trenches, all the resistance of the Chinese who lost the protection of the trenches would become history. With at least five times their strength as the Chinese, they could completely slaughter the dozen or so Chinese who resisted in the end.

However, with a "boom", there was a loud bang from the trench where twenty colleagues had jumped.

The flames that burst into the sky even reflected the faces of the Japanese soldiers who were still forty meters away.

In the frightened eyes, countless stumps and remnants flew in the night, and the flying made the eyes of the Japanese soldiers cold.

They know that it is definitely not Chinese.

Because, Chinese, there are not so many people.

Several panicked Japanese soldiers jumped out of the trenches and flew downward.

"Chinese, they are all crazy." One of the leading Japanese soldiers shouted frantically.

Even if the Japanese second lieutenant who took over the command of the squadron killed this demoralizing soldier with a single shot, it still couldn't stop the other Japanese soldiers from running downward.

And when more than a dozen grenades were thrown out of the Chinese position, blowing up several Japanese soldiers, the morale of the Japanese army fell to the bottom, and the Japanese soldiers in the rear did not hesitate to follow their colleagues downward, followed by more people, and in the end, even the Japanese troops who still wanted to continue the attack had to retreat with their frightened colleagues, and without superior forces, they would be killed by the Chinese in the trenches at the front of the position.

The Japanese army, again repulsed.

What was left behind were more than a dozen corpses killed at the front of the position, and more than a dozen people killed in the trenches, but it was a little difficult to put together the shape of a dozen people.

The violent explosion of the 6.5-kilogram explosive pack caused even more damage than a mountain artillery shell. If it weren't for the fact that those Japanese troops were a little far away, they would have been lying in time, and they would not have let them go along the raging air waves of the trenches, even if they were still more than 20 meters away.

It's just that their guts were shattered the moment they saw the Chinese soldier rolling out of the anti-artillery hole, with explosives strapped to his body and still laughing with his teeth bared in the smoke.

Even at the moment when they were severely kicked by their superiors and hit with the butt of their guns and curled up all over their bodies, they couldn't help but think of the white teeth on the Chinese's face blackened by gunsmoke.

The Chinese was really laughing.

What is he laughing at? He didn't know that he was about to be blown to pieces? Isn't he's a madman in the first place? ·

Of course, they couldn't understand that the Chinese soldier who was laughing was really very happy, he didn't expect that there would be so many devils.

It's really blood-earned! He alone can pull a class of devils on the road. The company commander and watermelon, maybe they can hold on a little longer?

If you don't laugh, can you do it?

The only regret is, sister, I can't listen to your doll call your second uncle.

The regret on the soldier's face was forever frozen in the Chinese position in the roaring explosion.

The Japanese don't understand.

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PS: The reason why I wrote about this lone army is because they are just one of the representatives of the company that was wiped out in the Battle of Niangzi Pass. Because, in that battle, which is not well known to many people, the 17th Division, the Third Army, the 26th Route Army, the 22nd Army and other armies of our country, there were no less than ten infantry companies killed in this way. republics, they must not be forgotten.