Chapter VII

When the officers and men of the Ninth Company rushed to the Dingshan position with their lives, the 7th and 9th Companies of the 618th Regiment had already attacked the position, and the 8th Company also broke the Japanese fire blockade and broke through to the position.

"Zhang Ziwen did a good job"

Luo Mingzhi walked towards Zhang Ziwen with a big knife and laughing, what he said was not good, what he said was not tactics, but that the Ninth Company dragged most of the firepower of the Japanese army, so that the Japanese army could not get out, otherwise the casualties would be greater. Before Zhang Ziwen could reply to Luo Mingzhi's words, there was a sound of crying on the edge of the position, and Zhang Ziwen and Battalion Commander Luo followed the sound and looked over.

Xia Anmin was stabbed three times in the abdomen in the white-knuckle battle, and before he died, he still pinched the devil's neck and rolled into the trench with the devil, and when he occupied the position, Xia Anmin's subordinates looked for a long time before he was pulled out of the trench, but the person was already out of breath.

Looking at the remaining dozen or so soldiers of the Ninth Company, Luo Mingzhi sighed and walked over, Zhang Ziwen just wanted to go with him, but Luo Songsheng, who came from nowhere, pulled back. Zhang Ziwen was stunned for a moment before he reacted, the Ninth Company of the 618 Regiment was almost gone, and Zhang Ziwen didn't know what to think about it if he wanted to go over now.

In this battle, nearly twenty brothers left Zhang Ziwen in the ninth company, and most of these twenty or so brothers were caused by that reckless charge, Luo Yu was injured in the hand, and Liu Yang was even more bombed, and Zhang Ziwen felt uncomfortable but difficult to say. There were also more than a dozen casualties in the commuter platoon, but Zhang Ziwen was only a temporary commander, so he couldn't manage it, so he could only express his sympathy.

Sitting on the position, blowing the wind quietly, Zhang Ziwen's heart was as cold as this winter wind, and he had just buried his brothers in the woods where he had fought just now. Zhang Ziwen planned to smoke a cigarette, but he searched all over his pockets but couldn't find it.

"Here, here you go."

Luo Songsheng handed over a pack of cigarettes, Zhang Ziwen took one out and handed the cigarette back.

"It's all for you"

Hearing this, Zhang Ziwen directly threw the cigarette to Ma Xiaobao, and now no one has a cigarette.

"What? Feeling sick? ”

Luo Songsheng saw that Zhang Ziwen was silent, he knew this feeling, he had also experienced it during the scuffle, Zhang Ziwen took a deep breath of cigarette and said the unhappiness in his heart.

"It's not uncomfortable, it's heartache, battalion commander."

It has only been less than a month since Jiulian was in the hands of Zhang Ziwen, and from more than 200 people at the beginning, there are now only more than 70 brothers. Nearly one hundred and fifty people, all of whom died under the bayonets and guns of the Japanese.

"It's me who died one by one with my brothers, what should I do with my wives and children in their family."

Zhang Ziwen's eyes were already red, and he used his hoarse throat to say all the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

"I won't say anything about the Northeast and Rehe, I'll just say Shanghai, where the Japanese army almost killed people when they saw them, and they were no different from animals. If our soldiers do not die, who will defend my country? We are blocking here so that Nanjing does not become like Shanghai. ”

If you could turn back time, you would rather die in Jiangyin. After Luo Songsheng finished speaking, he patted Zhang Ziwen on the shoulder and went to the headquarters of the Dingshan position, Zhang Ziwen sat in the trench, looked up at the sky, and saw if there was a cloud that he thought about the brothers.

"Company commander, change the medicine or it will become inflamed"

Zhang Qing touched it, and Zhang Ziwen, who had changed the medicine, continued to look at the gloomy sky.

"Dafu, after the fight, go back to Guizhou with me and I'll find a mother-in-law, as long as you give me the cigarette in your hand."

Zhang Ziwen knew that this was a row of Li Dajun who was setting Dafu's cigarettes again, and Dafu was also a little moved when he heard that there was a mother-in-law.

"Brother Jun, it's really fake, if you really find me a mother-in-law and don't smoke it in the future, I'll give it to you."

Dafu said seriously, this fool really dares to believe it.

"Dajun, if you promise me, you will take it seriously, and all my brothers are witnesses." Ma Xiaobao looked at it and became playful.

"Yes, yes, if the army agrees, we are all witnesses, and we are not allowed to find crooked melons and cracked dates" He Li, the acting platoon commander of the second platoon, also squeezed over.

Then everyone began to coax, seeing the brothers making trouble Zhang Ziwen felt even more uncomfortable, the brothers were not sad but looking for a good comfort. I don't know how the process went, but the smoke got into the hands of the army anyway. As soon as Li Dajun lit a cigarette, the Japanese artillery shells roared over.

"Disperse and dodge"

Dafu, a dozen or so people huddled together, and if they were unlucky, a shell directly reimbursed them all. Zhang Ziwen roamed in the trenches with shells on his shoulders, asking his brothers to find a place to hide, and he couldn't bear it anymore when the brothers left one by one.

"Check the equipment, the devil will come up right away"

In the sound of the cannon, Zhang Ziwen urgently organized and was ready to counterattack at any time, Zhang Ziwen poked his head out to take a look, and before the cannon stopped, the devil rushed to the halfway up the mountain.

"The devil touched it, hit"

Zhang Ziwen threw the grenade down, and the brothers of the Ninth Company also reacted, braving the artillery fire to throw the grenade down as if they didn't want money, and the third battalion of the 618 Regiment also poured the ammunition desperately down the mountain, there were too many devils, and there were people all over the mountain. Luo Songsheng's guards braved the artillery fire and told Zhang Ziwen to hold on for a while, and the support of the 615 regiment was already on the way.

"Company commander, I'm running out of bullets, and I'm running out of grenades" Seeing that the devil was about to come up, he ran out of bullets.

"Li Dajun, take a few people to the 618 regiment to see if they can support some ammunition, Ma Xiaobao, you take the second platoon to get stones, if there are no bullets, then smash him to death."

As a result, the sound of artillery stopped, Zhang Ziwen looked to the right, but the devil had almost climbed up the defense line of the Eighth Company, which had already rushed down the mountain with a bayonet, and there was no longer a gunfire but a roar.

"Get on the bayonet, kill"

Now nothing is useless, only the bayonet is bloody. Only by taking the initiative to rush down can there be fewer casualties, otherwise it will be too late for the Japanese to climb to the position. White-knuckle combat is the bloodiest method of warfare, but the brother who survives now has no blood on his body.

At the same time, the 615th Regiment at the foot of the mountain on the west side of Dingshan was catching up with all its might, and a few minutes later, Liu Songsheng, the commander of the third battalion of the 613th Regiment on the main position of the Eighth Company, fell to the ground with a big knife, and never got up again, and Luo Mingzhi, the third battalion commander of the 618th Regiment, was killed at the same time.

With the force of rushing down the mountain, Zhang Ziwen stabbed a bayonet into the chest of a devil who had just climbed up, and stabbed the devil directly downhill with too much force, and rolled down the mountain with Zhang Ziwen.

Li Dajun saw Zhang Ziwen roll down and shouted, the company commander followed and rushed downhill, and for a time the Ninth Company all rushed out of the position, rushing down with bayonets, and the Japanese offensive slowed down.

Zhang Ziwen rolled for more than ten meters and was blocked by a small tree, which made Zhang Ziwen dizzy. Before he could get up, a devil pounced on him with a hideous face. The bayonet stabbed at Zhang Ziwen brightly.

Zhang Ziwen grabbed the tree and pulled it hard, dodged the bayonet, held the gun tightly with his arm, grabbed the gun with his free right hand, raised his foot and kicked it at the devil's stomach. As soon as the devil let go, he was able to get up, and as soon as he got up and took the gun, he smashed it on the devil's head and smashed the devil directly to the ground, removed the bayonet and cut his neck with a knife, Zhang Ziwen was sprayed with blood, and the funny thing is that the devil's blood is still hot.

Zhang Ziwen just wanted to stand up, but when he heard a muffled snort, a person pressed on his back, and I was pressed to the ground again. Zhang Ziwen climbed out and saw the devil's bayonet stabbed Dafu in the stomach, it was Li Dajun who was pressing on his back just now, Zhang Ziwen copied Li Dajun's gun and stabbed the devil. When the devil saw Zhang Ziwen stabbing at him, he hurriedly drew his knife to block it, and as soon as the devil drew his knife, Dafu threw himself directly on the ground.

"Ah~"

Seeing Dafu falling, Zhang Ziwen was angry in his heart, and with a force in his hand, he slapped the crooked devil's gun, stabbed the devil into the devil's heart, and stabbed twice before he came back to his senses. Zhang Ziwen was just about to turn around to see Dafu, but he saw three devils rushing towards him, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, am I going to die here today? Daddy, mother, and child will repay your great kindness in the next life.

"Come on, the little devil Lao Tzu has already enough." Zhang Ziwen roared at the devil with a gun.