"See, made in Japan, copper, and ringing." Langzi took the lighter he had seized not long ago and showed off to the people around him in the bunker.

Wei Yuanxin sat in the corner, he was the only one who was not attracted by this Japanese product, he took out the stack of photos and notebooks from his schoolbag and looked at it, for some reason, after he saw this, he began to feel sad for the Japanese soldier who was killed by them, he began to sympathize with this dead man, his parents lost a son, and his sister lost her brother. He felt a chill, he was a little shaken, what was everything he was doing at this moment, he couldn't figure it out, he was a little confused.

"What are you looking at?" At some point, Wang Zhimao sat down beside him.

"The stuff of the Japanese artillery observer we killed." Wei Yuanxin handed the photo to Wang Zhimao.

Wang Zhimao unloaded the radio station behind him, flipped through the photos casually, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of memories of the past.

"You've been to Japan, haven't you?" Wei Yuanxin suddenly asked.

"Well, I studied in Japan."

Wei Yuanxin looked at the ground thoughtfully, did not continue to ask questions, looked at the notebook in his hand, Wang Zhimao took it and flipped it up again.

"What's written on it? Densely packed. Sheng Yuanxin asked.

"This man's diary."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Can you read it to me?"

Wang Zhimao casually flipped to a page and read it aloud: "July 19, 1923 is the Sea Festival today......

"Sea Festival?" Yuko asked puzzled.

"Japan is surrounded by the sea, and we are grateful for the grace we have received from the sea and pray that we will become a maritime nation with great national fortunes." Wang Zhimao explained, and then read: "I just want to go home, and I don't want to waste time here so meaninglessly....... This is not our place, so why did you send me here? I've been in Manchuria for two years and can't go back, and I can't see anyone at home, especially my dearest sister, she should be very big now, right? I remember when I was a kid she always liked to ride on my neck...... Will the Chinese fight? I don't know if the commander said that the Chinese dare not fight, but I hope it is like this, if it really fights, will I die? I don't know, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die, I still want to go home and ............,.

Listening to Wang Zhimao's reading, a strange atmosphere fell into the bunker, and everyone was circulating pictures of the dead Japanese soldier, looking at his former life, and looking at their family. There are a lot of questions in everyone's minds. But who can answer?

It turns out that the Japanese who fought to the death with us are also such a group of ordinary people, with love and hate, family and affection. ”…… They even look like us...... What's the difference?

At this point, the question may be on everyone's mind: What exactly are they doing here?

"Don't read it!" Shen Jiaqiang, who was standing at the door, interrupted Wang Zhimao.

Wang Zhimao closed the notebook and looked at the regiment leader with a serious face: "Why did you come up?" ”

Shen Jiaqiang walked up to Wang Zhimao and took the notebook, collected all the photos from the soldiers and put them in his satchel, and finally he looked around at these people with complicated expressions and said: "This is an extraordinary time, and the national defense soldiers need to have a strong will, what does the fucking mother-in-law and mother-in-law look like......."

Outside the trenches, Shen Jiaqiang turned his back to Wang Zhimao and said nothing. Wang Zhimao pulled him into another machine-gun bunker: "Don't stand outside, there are snipers on the opposite side." ”

watched as the two warriors retreated in amusement......

The gunfire outside was much sparser, and it seemed that the Japanese army's offensive in the morning had temporarily come to an end, Wang Zhimao looked out along the observation hole and saw that the rain was still falling, and the fog was still very strong, which made people a little bored to watch. He turned his head and looked at Shen Jiaqiang with a smile: "Tuanzuo, how long do we have to hold up here, why hasn't the *** army come up yet?" ”…,

"You ask Lao Tzu, who does Lao Tzu ask?" Shen Jiaqiang replied angrily.

With that, he walked out!

When Wang Zhimao returned to the factory in the south of the city, the position was having dinner, and the morning's battle came to an end for the time being, and the Japanese troops on the opposite side had not made any major movements since the attack on the flank bank position was blocked, and they all retreated to the area on the south side.

The sporadic sound of gunfire testifies to their presence, keeping the eyes of the soldiers eating noodle tea on the streets and houses.

There were three corpses lying in the factory, all of whom were shot in the head and killed by one shot. Wang Zhimao raised his head and glanced at Wei Yuanxin: "You have an opponent." ”

Wei Yuanxin looked out along the window, looking at the cold buildings and the windows of the black holes, he bowed to Langzi and Deng Chunlai: "Follow me to find him." ”

Wang Zhimao instructed: "Be careful, this guy is a master. After Wei Yuanxin left, Wang Zhimao summoned all the company platoon commanders and squad leaders in the south of the city to meet in the basement of the factory......

The blackboard was gone, he tore off a few pieces of paper from his notebook, took a pencil in his hand and lay on the table to draw a sketch, he marked the route of the Japanese army's advance with a few deep horizontal lines, and raised his head from time to time and said to the people around him: "The Japanese army has not yet used all its strength, everyone must not take it lightly." I watched it all morning, and their current offensive is mainly in the stage of testing our resistance to pressure and firepower, and the main offensive route they originally envisioned has been cut off by our anti-tank mines, and their tanks will not venture down this street until their sappers clear these mines. Next, I guess their intention will be to infiltrate our main position from the streets, in other words, house by house, they have more people than us, and they have more ammunition than us, so we must not go head-to-head with them, our tactics are to consume them, this is the only purpose we are guarding this place. ”

Wang Zhimao glanced at the people around him, and then continued to draw on the paper: "Each company of the first battalion has a platoon to set up a blocking point in an area within 300 meters of the front of the position, and practice guerrilla tactics, with the principle of destroying the enemy, and killing one is victory." In the event of an onslaught from the enemy, it is necessary to immediately retreat back to the main position and not to defend to the death, so as not to increase casualties. When each company dispatches additional signal troops, it must communicate with each other and assist in the defense and reinforcement in a timely manner. The machine gun points of the other three positions had to be constantly changed so as not to be locked by enemy artillery fire. The most important thing is that you must not take the initiative. Your warriors are not for bayonets, you are responsible for their lives. Do you understand everything? ”

Looking at Wang Zhimao's expression, these people saw that this military academy graduate, who was usually despised by them and had not entered the army much, showed the demeanor of a commander for the first time, his eyes were firm, and his words were loud, making people dare not resist, and the aura exuded by Wang Zhimao had already shocked these people, making them all involuntarily obey this person from their hearts. They nodded yes in unison, and no one objected.

In the end, Wang Zhimao straightened up and added: "You cadres should be more careful, 4 people have been killed by the enemy's snipers today, go get a long guy, don't walk around with a chalk gun, then you will become a target for snipers......

It was quiet in the small building, and Langzi was the first to go up to the second floor, he crouched at the corner of the stairs, pointed his gun at several empty rooms in front of him, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while, and after making sure that he didn't hear any unusual movements, he beckoned downstairs.

Deng Chunlai was the second to go upstairs, and he crouched down opposite Langzi and aimed in the other direction to observe the movement. After the second floor was safe, Wei Yuanxin was the last to go upstairs. The corridor was dimly lit, and in the room next to it, the roof had been blown away by artillery fire, and the rainwater poured into the house, smashing on the floor with a "secluded crackling" sound. Another series of clear footprints on the dusty ground extended from the room, Wei Yuanxin raised his gun and cautiously approached the room, and the occasional gunshots outside the building made him shrink his head and stop from time to time. …,

The room was empty, Wei Yuanxin walked into the room and saw two clear footprints behind a table in the middle of the room.

He fell down on the table, raised his gun and took aim outward, and looked out the window, and in the distance he could clearly see a trench in the main position of the factory, where several soldiers were still probing their brains......

"Everyone is gone, let's withdraw too." The forgiveness of the door urges.

"This guy is a master. None of the shells were left and taken away. Wei Yuanxin straightened up and couldn't help but admire.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Deng Chunlai was also complaining.

As he was talking, the Japanese artillery shells smashed in a line not far away, the smoke outside the window was filled, the entire small building was constantly shaking in the explosion, and the dust and rubble on the roof kept falling. The three of them ran outside, and the small building behind them was split in half by the explosion of a cannonball, and the middle section collapsed, leaving only the ruined buildings on both sides standing in smoke.

"It's a big life, we'll explain it one step later." Stopping behind a broken wall, Langzi gasped.

"The Japanese are attacking again." Deng Chunlai raised his gun through the broken wall to observe the movement in the distance, and the shrill noise of the tank engine had already drifted over.

Wei Yuanxin ignored the approaching Japanese army, he sat behind the broken wall and kept looking around, wondering if the sniper would be there now, squatting in a corner to monitor himself, waiting for the best time to shoot.

Suddenly, someone shouted:

"Withdraw!". ）