Call......

The wind blew, rolling up a choking smell of gunsmoke.

On the Zhonghua Gate position, all the surviving soldiers stood on the trench in a daze, looking at this position, until a long time, then they reacted, and all of them showed a look of ecstasy, cheering: "We have won!" We won! ”

"We repelled the Japanese army, we survived!"

Many people cried with joy, hugging their comrades-in-arms around them excitedly, tears and snot flowing, crying and laughing.

Until now, some soldiers are still unbelievable that they were able to survive! They thought that this time they were absolutely dead, but who would have thought that at the last moment, reinforcements would arrive!

They survived! The position is also held!

Chen Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, threw the bayonet in his hand to the ground, and sat down on the trench dejectedly, panting heavily.

Although he is athletic and athletic, ordinary people are not opponents, so he only suffered some minor injuries in the white-knuckle battle, but the physical exertion brought to him by such a fierce white-knuckle battle is very huge.

In fact, Chen Qingzhi has reached the end of his power!

If it weren't for the reinforcements coming, even Chen Qingzhi wouldn't be able to hold on for long!

At this time, the reinforcements who rushed to the rescue also turned back to the position after chasing the Japanese army for a distance, and it was only now that they clearly saw the scene on the position, and suddenly dozens of people couldn't help but gasp.

"Hiss......"

"What a terrible battle!" The leading officer couldn't help but mutter, with a shocked look on his face.

What was presented in front of them on this battlefield was simply shocking!

The entire position has almost been shattered by the little devils, the trenches are full of broken corpses on both sides, all the ammunition has been exhausted, even the grenades are not left, and when each soldier dies, his body is basically injured in many places!

The corpses of many of the warriors were in tatters, with stumps and severed arms all over the ground, blood flowing onto the ground, staining the ground a dark red, and even a lot of blood gathering into small blood-colored puddles.

When many soldiers died, they still bit the flesh and blood of the little devil and did not let go.

There were also soldiers who had four or five bayonets stuck in their bodies, and their whole bodies were nailed to the trenches, and they could not pull them out.

There was even a soldier who hugged the little devil's thigh, his nails were fiercely embedded in it, and a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off from his mouth, and the flesh and blood on his back were blurred.

These reinforcements were basically veterans, and they could see at a glance that the wound on the back must be because the soldier was desperately holding on to the little devil's thigh and not letting go, and let the annoyed little devil stab back and forth with a bayonet and pull it out.

Looking at this scene, these reinforcements couldn't help but change their faces, and they all opened their mouths wide in shock, and there was a look of horror on their faces.

When the two soldiers saw this scene, they couldn't bear it, and stepped forward to separate the corpse of the soldier from the corpse of the little devil, but the soldiers' fingers were already deeply embedded in the legs of the Japanese soldiers, and no matter how they dragged them, they couldn't pull them out.

Even if the corpse is stiff, it is still unswerving!

If you hadn't seen this scene, you would never have been able to imagine how shocking it was in front of you.

Many of these veterans who rushed to reinforce came down from the Songhu battlefield and could be said to have experienced a hundred battles, but when they saw this scene, they were still shocked beyond measure.

"What a tragedy!" A warrior looked at all this and said in a daze.

No one spoke, everyone was silently watching the scene in front of them, even if it was just from the corpses of these dead soldiers after the battle, they could see that none of the soldiers of the defending army retreated.

Even when it comes to the moment of death, everyone's heart is still unswerving, and there is no hesitation!

"Salute!"

The officer at the head pulled off the hat on his head, straightened his military uniform, and shouted loudly.

At the same time, he saluted the soldiers who died on the battlefield, and the dozens of soldiers behind him also saluted one after another, paying them the highest respect!

The surviving soldiers of the first battalion, including Huzi and Chen Qingzhi, all watched their actions speechlessly, and no one spoke, and they also remembered these soldiers who died in battle.

It is precisely because everyone is desperate to fight to the death to hold their positions that they can wait for reinforcements to arrive!

It can be said that the lives of these surviving fighters were given by these war dead!

"Rite over!" The leading officer shouted again, and at the same time lowered his hand.

At this time, his eyes and eyes had begun to redden.

Not only him, but when he saluted, there were many soldiers who came from reinforcements, and their eyes were already moist, and even some couldn't help crying!

The dignified iron-clad man, the tough guy who kills the little devil without blinking, actually shed tears when he saw this scene!

"Thanks to the fact that you were able to come, otherwise this Zhonghua Gate position would really not be able to contain it!" Chen Qingzhi rested for a while, and his physical strength was also restored, then he stood up, walked to the leading officer, and said softly.

"I've seen Camp Commander Chen! The lowly position is Fang Xiaodong, the pistol platoon leader of the 527th Regiment! Fang Xiaodong saluted Chen Qingzhi, paused, and said in a choked voice: "I'm sorry, we're late!" ”

"Hey!" Hearing this, Chen Qingzhi shook his head and said, "I am grateful that you can come to the rescue!" Holding the position is a blessing! As for the dead and wounded, it is inevitable! Platoon Commander Fang, don't blame yourself too much! ”

As he spoke, he asked again: "The pistol platoon is directly under the regimental headquarters, why did you rush over?" What is the situation on the side of the main position? ”

Who would have thought that after hearing Chen Qingzhi's words, Fang Xiaodong's face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Commander Liao died in battle!" ”

"What!" Hearing this, Chen Qingzhi was taken aback, and couldn't help but ask, "Commander Liao died in battle?" So how did you get here? ”

Commander Liao's name is Liao Qiling, the commander of the 527th Regiment of the 246th Brigade of the 88th Division, and Chen Qingzhi's top boss.

Through the memories of his previous life, I learned that this Liao Regiment Commander was a well-known man, jealous and hateful, and the one he hated the most was the little devil, who would have thought that he would die in this battlefield!

However, at this time, I heard Fang Xiaodong say again: "Not only that, except for the regiment commander, the regiment deputy and staff officers are all killed!" Before his death, Commander Liao led his troops to fight on the main battlefield, but was attacked by a large army of little devils, and the troops did not retreat, but in less than an hour, they were crippled by the Japanese army! ”

"Our regiment was unable to fight again, and the division headquarters replaced another regiment on top, and we retreated! As soon as I thought that there were brothers from our regiment here, I rushed over with all the remaining soldiers! ”

Fang Xiaodong said with a miserable face.