"Order, all mortars to strike at the fleeing Japanese troops, and everyone on the position, except for one infantry squad left behind, withdraw to the tunnel as quickly as possible." Liu Lang watched the back of the Japanese army's hasty retreat and arrived more than 200 meters away, and then gave a resolute order.

The shrill sound of the bamboo whistle resounded through the field. It was an order to retreat.

"Old squad leader, you take the brothers of the third class to withdraw quickly." The commander of the second platoon of the first company hurriedly ran over and patted the shoulder of the old monkey who was half-lying in the trench by the soldiers, and shouted.

"Withdraw? Where to retreat? The old monkey looked up at the young platoon commander who was much younger than himself, transferred from the 29th Route Army, because of his excellent training performance, from a senior soldier in his class to a sergeant squad leader in four years, and finally promoted to a second lieutenant because of the establishment of the North Sichuan Security Regiment a year ago, and replied with some gloom.

How can the old monkey not be depressed? His third class, because of the life-saving skills he taught, only killed one person and wounded two in the previous extremely fierce battle, but in this ten-minute battle, it was because he called on the big guys to fight hard, and he was about to be defeated.

The shell that fell in the trench took away the lives of four soldiers in his third squad and the life and death of two unknowns, one of his arms were cut off by shrapnel, and the other was swept up by the air wave Lao Gao kept vomiting blood, and he didn't know how long they could hold on.

There was also a soldier who was shot by the Japanese in a frenzied confrontation, and the recruit, who had experienced such a terrible battlefield for the first time, was so nervous that he did not untie the rope of the steel helmet as he said, but tied it firmly to his chin. Although the 6.5mm 38 rifle bullet was ejected and did not penetrate the steel helmet because of the rounded corners, the huge impact of the bullet was not something that the most fragile neck bone of the human body could withstand when caught off guard. The soldier, whose head was twisted at a strange angle, almost did not say a word, and fell into the trench like that, and by the time he found out and went to rescue him, he had stopped breathing due to a broken neck.

In just ten minutes, there were only 4 infantry squads of 11 people left with him.

Class 3, is it still there?

"Woo, Changqing, the third class is gone, and the brothers are gone!" In the first sequence, the three squad leaders, who were the oldest and most tired, actually cried at this moment, crying like a child.

Big tears flowed down the cheeks of a middle-aged man who was over thirty-five years old and looked like a middle-aged man in his forties because of his long-term training.

"Old squad leader, the third class is still there, it's still there." The second platoon commander Cen Changqing comforted the old chief in front of him, but his eyes were also filled with tears, and his voice couldn't help but choke a little.

He stayed in the third class for a year and a half, and not only his brothers who died in the battle here, but at least half of them were comrades who trained and slept with him, but after only one battle, they were gone.

Not only the third squad, but also the four squads that went to the position, two squads belonging to his second platoon, and the other infantry squad also suffered heavy losses. His second row, whether dead or alive, was carried down, and half of them were carried down.

This is not a heavy blow for a young man who is only 23 years old.

However, no matter how heavy he is, he is not just a young man now, he is also a young veteran and grassroots commander with six years of military experience who has experienced several major battles, and he must accept and continue to command the soldiers to fight.

This battle is not just this afternoon.

"Class 3 is still here, still here, but they will never be able to go home." The old monkey burst into tears, washing his face full of black smoke one after another.

This may be the first time that some tired old monkeys have been so out of shape on the battlefield. During the Battle of the Great Wall, he was just a big soldier, although he couldn't say that he was afraid of the war and secretly survived, but he definitely couldn't say how brave he was, anyway, there were more people who dared to fight hard, and he was the best soldier who could kill the little devil and still live. This is what he thinks.

With this in mind, when the final evaluation of the war merits was made, he only got the last military merit medal after killing the four little devils.

However, because most of his infantry squad was killed in battle and disabled due to injuries, as it is today, there are only four people left, and he is old, and he is the first group of people to follow Liu Tuanzuo, and some old brothers have become platoon commanders and company commanders, so they also became sergeant squad leaders.

This thing of human affection does not mean that you don't exist if you have strict military discipline. There are them in China, in Japan, in Europe, and in the Americas. Troops that completely abandon human feelings may only be found in robots.

But this time, perhaps because of time, or because of the different positions and responsibilities, faced with heavy casualties again, and again faced the three brothers who were still alive, the old monkey cried. Even, he was not too afraid of the upcoming Japanese heavy artillery shells.

"Old squad leader, take the brothers to withdraw first! The third class will be rebuilt, and I will personally lead the fourth class to stay in the position. Cen Changqing suppressed the pain in his heart and comforted again.

Although he also knew that the situation was urgent, the Japanese were fleeing, and the mortars in the battalion were roaring in pursuit of the remnants of the enemy, the Japanese commander, who had already shown enough frenzy, was likely to risk sacrificing his own men to shell the position again.

But, in the face of such a sad old squad leader, can he bear to be harsh?

Turning his head, he glanced at the two senior soldiers and a sergeant gathered around him, but the old monkey with tears on his face showed a miserable smile, "Abductor, I only ask you one word, are you still afraid." ”

"Squad leader, I'm not afraid, the little devil's cannon is just that, brother Pao, never slack the belt, I'm afraid of his ball." The recruit, who had been the most timid from the start, had a determined face.

A brutal battle was enough to turn him from a recruit into a veteran.

Provided, of course, that he survived.

"Squad leader, what else is there to be afraid of? It's a big deal to walk with the brothers, just to be a companion on the way. Another fourth-year soldier also shook his head.

And that sergeant, the accurate shooter of the third squad, Lin Hao. He was silent and did not speak, but he squeezed the semi-automatic rifle in his hand vigorously and replied.

"See, platoon leader, although Lao Tzu's brothers are a little less, but none of them are bad, you let those bastards in the fourth class quickly get rid of Lao Tzu, there is Lao Tzu in the third class, when will it be their turn to fill the big cloves of garlic?" The old monkey suddenly looked at Cen Changqing, who was once his own soldier but was now the platoon commander, and said.

"Old squad leader。。。。。" Cen Changqing's throat was a little choked.

In this scene, he had a faint sense of familiarity.

This made it hard for him not to think of the Battle of the Great Wall four years ago, the company he was in survived only more than 30 people, the platoon commander died in battle, the squad leader went up, the squad leader died in battle, and the soldiers were on top. If it weren't for the father of the company commander Li Guobin who blew up the devil's tank with a cluster grenade on his back, not only the company commander would have died, but also his 19-year-old two-year-old soldier.

It was precisely because he witnessed his old squad leader exchange his flesh and blood for a tank of the devil that won a respite for the last thirty people of the company, and waited for the follow-up counterattack of the troops that Cen Changqing resolutely chose to join the independent regiment with Li Guobin. He doesn't want to steal his life, he wants to kill devils with the independent regiment until the day he goes to see the old squad leader.

But now, is he going to lose an old squad leader again?

This kind of heartache is difficult for people who have not experienced it personally.

For many soldiers, the squad leader is like a father and a brother.

"Since you still shouted Lao Tzu as an old squad leader, I quickly ordered the fourth class to get out, don't look at Lao Tzu's third class, there are only four people, they are also better than them, and when Lao Tzu is finished, let them come up. The lives of the three brothers of Lao Tzu are all left here, and Lao Tzu will not go anywhere. The old monkey stood up suddenly, "Kidnappers, isn't that the reason?" ”

"The squad leader is right, there are three classes of Lao Tzu, and there are four classes of soup to drink, let them get out! Ha ha. The recruit cracked open his mouth and laughed.

"Haha, think about the way those bastards kneel on Lao Tzu's grave to burn paper for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu wants to laugh, shit, Lao Tzu doesn't want to kneel to them, platoon leader, remember to tell the fourth squad leader about the black briquette, he owes Lao Tzu a penny, and he has to change it into wine for the brothers in Lao Tzu's third class to drink." The old monkey laughed very merrily.

During the four years of somewhat boring military training, both infantry squads tried to suppress each other's head and penetrated into the bone marrow of the soldiers of the two infantry squads, even in this kind of combat mission, where the death rate was as high as 90 percent.

Of course, needless to say, the comradeship in this can only be understood by the parties concerned. There are only four people left in the third class, but there are still nine people in the fourth class, and the old monkey wants to exchange the smallest price for the smallest casualties in the second platoon, and he wants to give the second platoon more vitality.

The battle that followed, I don't know how many days it will take.

"Old squad leader。。。。。。" Cen Changqing's tears that he had endured for a long time finally flowed.

"Hurry up, the little devil's cannon is coming soon. Lao Tzu wants to exchange his life for a heroic medal, you cry a ball, it is made of gold. The old monkey glared, then ignored his superior, and said to a few people in the class: "Find a place to hide for Lao Tzu, remember, the machine gun fortifications are not safe, even if that thing can prevent the 105 howitzer, it can't prevent the devil's aerial bombs." Didn't you see that the second guy ran like a rabbit? ”

"Old monkey of dog days, wait for Lao Tzu to carry the machine gun down and then find you a stinky mouth to settle accounts." Not far away, the second man, who was evacuating with a machine gun, was so angry that he dropped a sentence far away.

On the day of the dog, Lao Tzu protected the weapons and equipment to retreat and also the lying gun of the special mother. Turning around, the second stick scolded angrily, but two lines of tears quietly slipped down his face.

Perhaps, he will never have a chance to settle accounts with the old gambler of the old monkey again.

Even if this goods still owe him ten yuan of ocean gambling debts, he has not paid it back.

Mother's it, it won't be intentional!