There is already a hint of fish belly white in the east, and the sky is about to dawn.

Behind a pile of corpses on 147 Heights, a man was looking for something in the dark.

When he moved away a corpse, he suddenly heard a slight "clang" sound, and his heart became happy, and he reached out and groped for a while, and what he grabbed in his hand was a Japanese military kettle.

But when he shook the kettle, there was no imaginary sound of water inside, and he touched the kettle again with his other hand, but he felt a bullet hole.

Frustrated, he let the kettle go and slammed it on the corpse in front of him.

This person is Yu Guangliang, and he is thirsty.

The night of fighting, commanding, and roaring had made his throat hoarse with thirst, but with great difficulty, he could only find a water bottle that had been pierced by a bullet.

He gave up his efforts and sat down on the pile of corpses again.

Although he was the regimental commander, he did not want to alarm his soldiers by drinking water, because they were already tired.

He licked his chapped lips, which were only an instinctive reaction to thirst, but he licked his lips with a smell of blood.

He had also participated in hand-to-hand combat in the battle just now, and although he was tired but did not feel any physical pain, the blood on his lips should have been from the Japanese army.

In hand-to-hand combat half an hour ago, he slit the throat of a devil with his own teeth.

He no longer thought about the water or the blood of the Japanese who made him feel disgusting, so he thought that the Battle of Yongan 147 Heights should be the most battle in his military career, even surpassing the Battle of Nanjing.

Although he was only a company commander during the Battle of Nanjing, and his company was disabled, he at least knew where his brothers had died, and how many had survived.

But now he is a regimental commander with more than 1,000 people, and he fights all night but he doesn't know how many of his men have survived.

He remembered the nervousness he felt when he was first promoted to regimental commander in a new military uniform, and he seemed to be living in the house of a wealthy family who had a coat mirror as tall as his own.

That's really a rare thing, I stared at the colonel officer in the mirror who was wearing a yellow and slightly green officer's uniform, and suddenly felt strange in my heart, is this me Yu Guangliang?

Although at this time, his own guards were praising himself in the costume of the regiment commander, which was really magnificent.

The guard had been with him for a few years, and he was an old man, and he already regarded him as a brother, and of course he believed that his brother was genuinely praising him.

However, he himself felt uncomfortable staring at the handsome colonel in the mirror, and he asked his guard, do you think something is wrong with me?

The guard smiled next to him but didn't say anything, but still said that it was good, and it looked so imposing.

But he still felt uncomfortable in his dress, and he looked at himself in the mirror carefully, and finally he found the crux of the problem.

So, he deliberately twisted the upright officer's hat he was wearing diagonally.

Hey? This time I feel it! I'm back Yu Guangliang, this time it's me, it's me Yu Guangliang and I'm Yu Xiaoliuzi!

He winked at himself in the mirror wearing an officer's hat and smiled, wow, what a familiar feeling!

Then, he gave his guard a handful of his hand and scolded in his mouth: "You can see it early, you didn't tell Lao Tzu, so I took a long time in the mirror!" ”

Naturally, his guard wouldn't be anxious with him, but he still grinned.

However, in the battle tonight, this guard of his was dead.

His guard rushed over when he heard himself being crushed by a Japanese soldier in hand-to-hand combat, and he smashed the skull of the Japanese soldier who was riding on him with the butt of his gun, only to be stabbed in half by another Japanese soldier.

Having no weapon in his hand, he pounced, threw the Japanese soldier to the ground before he could draw his bayonet, and then bit his throat with his own mouth.

These two Japanese soldiers turned out to be the last two to fall in this Japanese attack, and there was no fight after that!

When Yu Guangliang, who was already operating a 38 big cover and preparing to fight again, found out about this, he was stunned at that time.

Then he dropped his gun and sat down in front of his guard, holding him in his arms, trying to hold his hands in his hands the blood that was still gushing out.

Yu Guangliang cried at that moment

Thinking about it now, he felt that he was crying more than just because the two of them were brothers.

Although he never said it, and his guards never said it, in fact, they were not regimental commanders and guards, but brothers.

A true brother is the kind of person who never confesses in words, but only counteracts with his back in action and trusts him with his life.

Yu Guangliang believed, and he also believed that his guards also knew that if that guard was in danger, his brother, who was the head of the regiment, would also fight for him.

Yu Guangliang joined the army at the age of sixteen and is thirty-four this year.

In these eighteen years of military life, he saw with his own eyes that there was almost a platoon of his brother who left him.

He cried for his brother for the first time and never cried since.

He would only bury his brother when he had the chance, with a torn reed mat, a tarpaulin, or a thin-skinned coffin that he was lucky enough to get, and more often than not, but he would also bury his brother in the ground.

Then he will also avenge his brother if he has the chance.

But he said that if he didn't cry, he really didn't cry anymore, and he didn't shed a single tear.

He felt that he was crying because his guards were not worthy.

Because he was killed by the last devil on the high ground!

He could have been immortal, he could have survived to find the kettle with him, and then you drank it all by half, half by me......

After crying, my heart will be smooth.

He now remembered Ma Liancai again.

He heard Huo Xiaoshan say that Ma Liancai was killed by the devil with a machine gun in an unsuspecting situation.

Before Ma Liancai died, he also told Huo Xiaoshan that he wanted to bring all his brothers back, and no one should be missing!

When he learned the news of Ma Liancai's death, his first thought turned out to be that the dead old horse still owed him a drink, why did he leave like that?

He still remembers the reason for that meal.

It was still in the special training class of the Central Military Academy, once during a field training in the Purple Mountain, Lao Ma said that he wanted to eat meat, so they deliberately got lost when it was dark.

Then he stole a chicken from the common people's house, and the two of them roasted it in the wild forest and ate it.

After eating, I naturally have to go back.

As they passed by a house, they heard the sound of water rattling in the courtyard of that house.

The two of them leaned on the crack of the door, but they saw a little daughter-in-law from the countryside bathing in the courtyard.

But the crack in the door was too narrow, and I couldn't see it all.

The old horse consulted with himself, and stepped on his shoulders and leaned on the wall to see.

He was a person with a daughter-in-law who didn't want to do that lack of virtue again, and the old horse, who was still a bachelor, begged himself and said that he would invite himself to drink in the future.

So, the old horse's wish came true.

It became a secret between them, and he never asked Lao Ma what he saw that night.

But Lao Ma once accidentally talked about it, and he said, "I see it...... Tut-tut, it's worth it to die! ”

Then soon after, the Lugou Bridge Incident, then the Battle of Nanjing, and then the old horse died.

I sometimes think that this war was not started by a little devil, it must be that the old horse's life is too hard, and the prince of Yama hooked the Japanese dwarf from the sea in order to collect him!