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"Good, good!" Goofy stood up, his eyes red, and his voice had to do everything he could to sound like it wasn't choking: "Welcome home!" ”

Looking to the side, everyone was just like themselves, their eyes were red, and no one could speak.

This kind of suffering is not something that everyone can experience; The persistent spirit of going home like this is not something that everyone can firmly have!

But Yu Zhenhai and his brothers really did it!

"Brother Zhenhai, what happened to Yuan Qingbao who stayed in Linguan?" Lockpost asked, crying.

Everyone turned their eyes to Yu Zhenhai, and Yu Zhenhai shook his head blankly: "I don't know, I really don't know"

Goofy said in a low, but firm tone: "You don't know, but history will remember them, and history will never forget them!" ”

Yes, those 300 warriors who stayed in Linguan for their brothers to be able to return home smoothly, history will always remember them, and history will never forget them!

Pro Official.

Yuan Qingbao raised his hand with a shot, and an officer of the army fell under his gun in an instant. Then, with agility, he quickly moved from one room to another.

It is said that the army has entered Linguan, and it is simply a fool's dream to fight a face-to-face positional battle with the enemy with the 300 men in his hands.

The only chance is to rely on the roads and alleys of Linguan to start a street battle with the Yue army, drag the Yue army as much as possible, and buy time for those retreating brothers to the greatest extent!

There was gunfire everywhere, one after another.

The three hundred brethren had been divided into dozens of battle groups, each led by a veteran soldier with combat experience. Their only task is to drag the army in Linguan City!

There were originally five people in the same group as Yuan Qingbao, but two brothers were killed at the beginning of the battle. One of the remaining three brothers is named Song Tian, one is called Zhou Song, and the other is called Mu Ziguang.

Coming to a small two-story building, several brothers quickly occupied the firing position, and the muzzle of the black hole stretched out.

A small group of soldiers appeared in view, and the brothers held their breath and waited patiently.

Gradually, the ugly face of Yue Jun can already be seen clearly.

Suddenly, the gunshots rang out at the same time, and the first few soldiers fell to the ground instantly, and the ranks were in chaos.

"Let's go!" With this order from Yuan Qingbao, the brothers quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

One shot kills, never stop!

Rushing out of the small building and sprinting a few steps forward, Song Tian, who was following behind, suddenly snorted.

Looking back, Song Tian had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Quick, pull him to that building!" Yuan Qingbao shouted.

The two brothers worked together and dragged Song Tian, who was seriously injured, into the building on the side.

As soon as they entered, Zhou Song and Mu Ziguang immediately picked up the guns in their hands, closely monitored the movements of the Yue army outside, and from time to time put two shots on the Yue army who tried to approach here.

Yuan Qingbao untied Song Tian's military uniform, and saw that Song Tian's chest had been pierced, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out at all, Yuan Qingbao clearly knew that his brother was no longer successful.

"Company commander, make up for me, make up for me." Song Tian gasped: "Don't let me fall into the hands of the Orientals, can't fall into their hands, can't"

Yuan Qingbao nodded, drew his pistol, and aimed it at Song Tian's head. Song Tian didn't have the slightest fear, but still showed a childlike smile on the corner of his mouth, he closed his eyes and muttered:

"Home, home, company commander, I'm going home"

The gunshots rang out, and Zhou Song and Mu Ziguang, who were sniping at the window, closed their eyes in despair.

Song Tian, a soldier of the 1st Battalion and 1st Company of the 26th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, a native of Meishan, Sichuan, enlisted in the army in February 1938 and died in Linguan on November 28, 1938, at the age of 19.

Yuan Qingbao put away the pistol, looked at the corpse on the ground in a daze, then picked up the flower trap, rushed to the window, and shot at the rushing army:

"Brothers, fight, fight, you can go home when you die!"

Alive, they can never go back, but when they die, they believe that their souls will be able to go home

"The seventh!"

Liu Chunlei wrote down this number, this is the 7th devil he has killed.

The fighters in the group around him have all been killed, and now Liu Chunlei is left alone. But Liu Chunlei didn't care about this, anyway, from the moment he stayed, he knew that he would definitely die.

Early death and late death, in fact, there is no difference.

Seven devils fell under their guns, Liu Chunlei was very satisfied with his marksmanship, although he didn't ride a war horse, he was still able to kill and injure a large number of devils.

What made Liu Chunlei even more proud was that he finally joined the 26th Division.

When I was still in the cavalry regiment, I had heard of the prestige of the 26th Division, and I joked with my brothers at the beginning, if I could be in the 26th Division, I was afraid that I would have been able to get a captain to do it with my military exploits.

Liu Chunlei remembered that at that time, the brothers still laughed at themselves, saying that the 26th Division was a Sichuan army, and all of them were from Sichuan, so why could a Shandong person like himself join the 26th Division?

But now I have really succeeded and become a member of 26 is! If the brethren of the cavalry regiment had known, they might not have envied themselves.

A small team of devils probed their brains and touched them, Liu Chunlei smiled contemptuously, really what is the matter when your Liu Ye can't see it?

Picked up a grenade, pulled it open, knocked it on the window, and threw it hard.

With a "boom", two of the devils who tried to approach here fell, and the rest hurriedly turned around and ran back.

Liu Chunlei laughed "haha", but after a while, the devil brought in a machine gun, and the "sudden" gunfire pressed Liu Chunlei to raise his head at all.

"Dog, don't use a machine gun if you have the ability!" Liu Chunlei muttered in annoyance while pressing the bullet.

The gunfire suddenly stopped, and then a Chinese shouted over:

"Brother [***] inside, stop fighting, stop fighting! You have been surrounded, lay down your arms and come out to surrender, and the Imperial Army guarantees your lives! ”

"Dog, who the hell is a brother with you!" Liu Chunlei spat on the ground, took out another grenade, and threw it hard.

The explosion sounded again, mixed with the shouts of the Han annihilation.

Not to mention, the little devil's grenade is really fucking easy to use, but unfortunately I wanted to find a few more, but Liu Chunlei found that it had been used up.

It's really damn bad, Liu Chunlei scolded in his heart, heard another movement outside, held the middle and jumped to the window.

fired a few shots in a row, but unfortunately this time the luck was not too good, and not a single devil was killed.

I looked outside, there were devils everywhere, and I couldn't run away this time no matter what.

Completely ignoring the bad situation he was facing, Liu Chunlei pursed his lips and shot out. And those devils were not in a hurry, they clearly saw that the Chinese soldiers in the house had nowhere to run!

Liu Chunlei pulled the trigger again, but no bullets came out of it, Liu Chunlei felt a "groan" in his heart, it's over, there are no bullets!

The grenades have been thrown, and now there are no bullets, how can this bird fight continue?

Now the only weapon left was a bayonet. Liu Chunlei held the bayonet tightly in his hand.

The final moment is coming!

The devils also found that the Chinese soldiers in the house were no longer out of bullets, and they cautiously approached the house.

With a kick open, several devils rushed in.

A chair was thrown in front of him, and in the midst of a miserable scream, one devil was knocked down, and the rest of the devils screamed "wow", and finally they all rushed in.

They saw a burly Chinese soldier, looking at the devils in front of them with contempt, a bayonet tightly held in his hand, facing his heart.

"Hey, your grandfather's name is Liu Chunlei, the cavalry is not, the 26th Division, remember your grandfather's name!"

Liu Chunlei laughed "haha", and then without hesitation, he plunged the bayonet deep into his heart

Liu Chunlei, sergeant of the Reading Cavalry Regiment of the 73rd Army of the National Revolutionary Army, a native of Heze, Shandong, enlisted in the army in January 1937, joined the 26th Division of the National Revolutionary Army on November 26, 1938, and died in Linguan on November 28, 1938, at the age of 26.

Kill yourself and move the world!

A dozen wounded soldiers huddled together, the vast majority of them having lost the ability to continue fighting.

Fu Caishuang kept calling the names of the brothers, for fear that as soon as they closed their eyes like this, they would never wake up again. In fact, if you think about it, soon, all the brothers will not wake up.

Fu Caishuang's own legs were also injured, and a wounded soldier shouted weakly: "Save it, company commander, stuff a grenade into the hands of each of the brothers, and after a while, the devil will come in, and everything will be over with such a pull." ”

"Yes, good brother!" Fu Caishuang dragged his legs with difficulty, and stuffed a grenade into each brother's hand.

"Company commander, let's have a song to refresh the brothers, otherwise the brothers are afraid that they won't be able to hold on!" One of the brothers cried out, blood pouring from his ears.

"You have to get it, you have to get it, company commander, even the old black one!" Several brothers revolted.

Fu Caishuang also replied, "I want to get it", and he opened the broken gong and sang:

"Little sister, let me touch your legs, your legs are so white little sister, I'll touch your legs again, your legs are so soft"

The brothers were all listening with relish, as if with the company commander's singing, a beautiful girl had appeared in front of them.

"Company commander, company commander, I saw that girl, I saw you, you see, the girl is undressing there, undressing there"

The soldier who had been the first to heckle suddenly trembled and pointed in front of him, and then he sang in a low voice:

"Little sister, let me touch your legs, your legs are so white little sister, I'll touch your legs again, your legs are so soft"

Singing, singing, he fell headlong and could not get up again

Before he died, he saw the girl standing in front of him undressing, but until he died, he didn't even touch the girl's hand once

The door was kicked open, and countless Orientals rushed in with bayonets, and they saw a room of wounded soldiers, but none of them bothered them.

"Little sister, let me touch your legs, your legs are so white little sister, I'll touch your legs again, your legs are so soft"

Fu Caishuang sang to himself, and then pulled the fuse of the grenade.

"Little sister, let me touch your legs, your legs are so white little sister, I'll touch your legs again, your legs are so soft"

All the wounded soldiers were singing to themselves, and then the fuse of the grenade was drawn.

An explosion sounded in this small room, burying these brave and fearless Chinese soldiers, as well as those Oriental miscellaneous who tried to capture them alive!

In the smoke of gunpowder, in the sky, the singing of these Chinese soldiers is still wafting:

"Little sister, let me touch your legs, your legs are so white little sister, I'll touch your legs again, your legs are so soft"

Many of them, before they die, may have their only wish to touch the hand of a beautiful girl, and preferably to sleep with this beautiful girl, but they will never be able to fulfill these wishes. This also includes Fu Caishuang.

Fu Caishuang, lieutenant and company commander of the Reading Regiment of the 26th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, enlisted in the army in 1936, a native of Guangyuan, Sichuan, and died in Linguan on November 28, 1938, at the age of 33.

Some of the people who pulled the grenades with him left their names, and some of them will never know what their names were.

But the sound of explosions and singing will remain in Linguan forever, in this land where countless righteous warriors have sacrificed their lives

The gunfire in Linguan City gradually became quieter, and Yuan Qingbao knew that the last moment had come!

In fact, there is nothing, from the moment I stayed, I was ready for this. A single bullet can bring everything to an end.

Zhou Song had also gone, and he was lying in a pool of blood, as if he was asleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep well, in dreams, there will be no more wars, no more bloodshed, no more fear of death.

None of this will ever happen again in your sleep

"Company commander, there are no more bullets." Mu Ziguang said indifferently.

"Yes." Yuan Qingbao replied indifferently, then took out a delicate pistol from his arms, looked at it, and smiled: "I'll kill you first in a while, and then kill myself." ”

"Yes." Mu Ziguang replied sullenly.

The sound of the approaching army outside could already be heard, and Yuan Qingbao beckoned to Mu Ziguang: "Brother, come on." ”

Mu Ziguang stood fearlessly in front of Yuan Qingbao, and Yuan Qingbao smiled: "I'm sorry, brother!" ”

He flipped the gun in his hand, and in the sound of the gun, he saw his brother fall limply

This is the second brother he killed with his own hands, but Yuan Qingbao has no regrets at all.

It is better to kill them with your own hands than for them to fall into your own hands. What's more, I will soon have to go down to accompany them!

He looked up and saw an officer entering the room with a few soldiers. Yuan Qingbao cracked his mouth and smiled, and actually greeted the officer:

"Hey!"

"Hello!" The officer replied in a stiff Chinese: "Your Excellency, we will never forget the bravery of you and your subordinates!" ”

"How long have we been here?" Yuan Qingbao asked casually.

"You've dragged us here for eleven hours!" The officer was a little frustrated.

"Are any of my men surrendered and captured?" Yuan Qingbao asked the question he was most concerned about.

The officer shook his head: "This is what I admire the most, none of your subordinates surrendered, and none of them were even caught by us, incredible, really incredible!" ”

Yuan Qingbao smiled proudly: "Those are all people from Lao Tzu's 26th Division, and the 26th Division only has warriors who died in battle, and there are no cowards who surrendered, so I don't think you will persuade me to surrender anymore, right?" ”

"Yes, from the moment I came in, I clearly knew that you would not be avatar, you and your subordinates are real warriors, and it would be an insult to warriors to ask warriors to surrender!" The officer replied honestly.

Yuan Qingbao smiled with such pride. He shoved the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, then waved his hand at himself, and said indistinctly:

"Goodbye!"

Yuan Qingbao, lieutenant and company commander of the 1st Company of the 1st Demolition Battalion of the 26th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, a native of Zigong, Sichuan, graduated from Huangpu School, joined the 26th Division in March 1938, and died in Linguan on November 28, 1938, at the age of 24.

Three hundred warriors, full of Changhong!

In Linguan, three hundred warriors, with their meager strength and inferior weapons, dragged Yue himself for 11 hours, gaining enough time for the evacuation of the large army!

The most shocking thing is that none of these 300 warriors surrendered, none of them were captured, and all of them were killed and martyred generously!

It is said that I buried the loyal remains of these 300 warriors together, which is the "Tomb of China's 300 Warriors"!

Linguan, the heroic name of the three hundred warriors, will surely go down in history forever!

Linguan, everyone who joined this battle will not forget this place, and will not forget this day.

Forever, forever!

This day is November 28, the 26th year of the Republic of China!

(To be continued)