On October 22, the Japanese launched four charges, and two more raids during the night.

Matsumoto's capture drove the Japanese army mad, and artillery fire poured down on the position of Oba Town like hail, and the entire position seemed to be plowed, and the original ground was almost invisible, and there were one bomb crater after another everywhere.

The original trenches had already been flattened, and the Sichuan army connected those deep craters into a line and continued to fight to the death with the Japanese army.

With their blood and shriveled bodies, they expressed their unyielding will to the Japanese army, like nails, nailed to this position.

In the afternoon of the 23rd.

They eventually retreated, and there were too many Japanese troops, many of them like ant colonies.

Xie Guji gathered all his subordinates together, and when he came, there were nearly 2,000 of his subordinates, and now, there are only more than 200 left, many of whom are wounded and wrapped in rags, but their eyes are still burning with flames, like trapped beasts.

So many comrades-in-arms died on the battlefield, they felt that it was a shame not to die, and they also hoped that they could die somewhere, together with those dead comrades.

Lu Yuan was also bandaging the wound, and a long bloody wound was cut out of his shoulder by a bayonet, and the skin and flesh rolled terribly, and it hurt his heart.

He thought that he had come back because he was favored by God, but now he found that no one could be favored on this damn battlefield, whether it was himself, the Sichuan army, or those Japanese soldiers.

There is not much scum left around him, Hu Lijun is dead, the sunspots that everyone saved from between their teeth and wanted to save are also dead, Qu Feng is dead, and many people are dead.

The monkey spirit king is still there, Yang Zongman is still there, and the big bear is still there.

The strange thing is that Lu Yuan thought that the cow pimple that would be reimbursed at the beginning was still alive, he finally stopped crying, I believe that he will not be after this battle, maybe he has already shed all the tears he can shed.

If it flows again, it will only bleed.

"Being your chief is the happiest thing in my life!"

Xie Gu Ji Dao, there were actually two lines of tears on his face, but it was by no means crying, he was just mourning those comrades who died in battle, even when he was crying, his tone was still so impassioned, he said: "Shangfeng has given an order, there is still time to evacuate the position after dark, I want to rush again, not afraid of death, follow me, if you don't want to go, you can go, you did your best, I don't blame you"

"Captain"

Yang Quanlin, who was covered in blood, said in a trembling voice, and it could be seen that he wanted to persuade Gu Ji, but what he said was: "I will go with you, and I will go with you when I die!" ”

He knew that no one could persuade him to solve the solid foundation.

Everyone can see that Xie Guji wants to die, and he is destined to die here.

"I'll go, I'll go!"

Jiao Dapeng screamed, his big blade had long been curled and could not be cut, and the injured knife was replaced by a Japanese officer's combat knife.

"I'll go too!"

"Die to those Japanese dogs"

The remaining tattered two hundred or so screamed, and their expressions looked like they were going to rob their relatives, not like they were going to war.

The cow pimple stood up with his rifle in his hand, he couldn't howl anymore, and could only show his support with practical actions.

Yang Zongman and the others also stood up, even though everyone was tired as if they were about to disperse.

Xie Guji looked over, he was looking at the distance.

"I'll go too!"

Lu Yuan got up, he knew what Xie Guji meant, after all, he was still afraid of Nanjing, and he was said by Lu Yuan.

It's just that Lu Yuan doesn't care anymore, fuck it!

When he died, he felt that he didn't have to worry about not being able to change anything.

"Brothers, rush with Lao Tzu!"

In the setting sun in the west, Xie Guji howled, charged forward with a bayonet, pounced on the Japanese position, there were bombs exploding everywhere, he charged in the smoke of gunpowder, charged in the whistling shrapnel, and the magnificent posture made Lu Yuan never forget for the rest of his life.

Everyone rushed over, and in the roaring gunfire, the Sichuan troops fell like waves of wheat, pounced, and went forward one after another.

They braved the rain of bullets and rushed into the Japanese position, and they were their favorite, but the devils had already been killed in the white-knuckle battle.

Lu Yuan is still agile like a cheetah, and the bayonet tied to his hand by strips of cloth is as easy as the scythe of death to harvest the life of the devil.

His figure, in the white-knuckle battle, is like the devil's dance carved into the devil's mind, countless devils have already remembered his figure, the only way to save himself when he sees him rushing is to pull his legs and run, and even many devils are directly scared to pee their pants.

It's just that Lu Yuan won't let them go, and he quickly chased after them, and pounced on the next target in the blood spurting into the sky.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yang Zongman holding the bayonet stabbed by the Japanese soldier in one hand, stabbing the broken cigarette stick into the eye socket of a Japanese soldier with the other, seeing the monkey spirit and a Japanese soldier entangled and falling, biting the enemy's throat with his teeth, seeing the big bear swinging a machine gun that had fallen apart into a stick with one hand and smashing the backbone of a devil, and his other arm, which was swollen and unable to lift because the injury was not treated in time.

He also saw the pimple, and finally learned to fight hard, and he crashed into the devil's arms with a bayonet, and with the weight of his thin body, he finally did not suffer too much in strength

Then, Lu Yuan rushed over and slashed the throat of the devil who wanted to stab the bayonet from behind the cow pimple.

The three devils attacked around Xie Guji, and it seemed that they were ready to catch them alive.

Xie Guji roared and shook the sky, and the bayonet stabbed left and right, not giving the devil a chance at all, his most loyal dog-legged Yang Quanlin carried the two bayonets and pounced, holding the two devils and falling together.

Taking advantage of the situation to assassinate the two devils, Xie Guji didn't have time to breathe, and was stabbed down by a shot by the red-eyed devil who killed him in the back

The Japanese army retreated, and they saw that the Sichuan army was here to fight hard, and what they disdained the most was to fight with the Sichuan army.

Then the shells rained down like hailstones.

The remaining Sichuan troops were concentrated, and there were more than 80 people who could barely move, and the rest were all seriously injured, and they could only wait to die when they were carried back.

"Let's go, I'll break off, just give me a grenade!"

Xie Guji couldn't do it, and he didn't lose his breath until he held on, he pointed at Jiao Dapeng: "You, you're the head of the regiment!" ”

Promotion is a good thing, but promotion in the line of fire is never a good thing.

That means that the chief died in battle.

Many of the seriously wounded asked for grenades and crawled into the pile of corpses.

"Let's go!"

Jiao Dapeng roared wildly, and withdrew from the position with more than 80 people who could survive the more than 2,000 people of the 152nd regiment, and the devils would come up soon, and it would be too late if they didn't leave.

In the distance, everyone heard the explosion of grenades

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