Fujimoto's bridge squadron was completely stunned!

They didn't expect such fierce resistance here!

In the midst of the chaos, the army, which was still arrogant, was quickly repulsed. In front of the position of the 3rd Battalion and 1st Company, dozens of corpses of the army left in disarray.

The soldiers of the 1st Company were calm, they had seen too much of this victory, but the people of Guanzi Village, who had been watching the battle, couldn't help but burst into cheers.

This is the first time they have seen their [***] soldiers annihilate the Japanese with their own eyes, and it is also the first time they have seen such a hearty victory!

They rushed up and surrounded the officers of the 1st Company, cheering and cheering. The spring girl stood behind and didn't come up, but just looked at her husband with affection.

The lock pillar was so brave in the battle just now, commanding the soldiers of the whole class, calmly fighting the army one by one, all of which fell into the eyes of the spring girl.

Sister Chun still hasn't figured out how big an official the "squad leader" is, but it doesn't matter, in the eyes of Sister Chun, her husband is the bravest man in the world!

Old Hei and his brothers, as they received the cheers of the villagers, did not show any excitement, they knew that the battle had just begun, and that more terrible fighting would soon come

"Is it the fierce resistance of the Shina people?" Kengo Noda was not too surprised when he heard the news of Fujimoto's defeat: "Don't be discouraged, Fujimoto Shaosa, when an enemy is about to perish, their resistance is always the fiercest. ”

"Hello!" Fujimoto Bridge responded loudly, feeling a little better in his heart: "Please allow me to attack again, this time, I will definitely take Guanzi Village!" ”

Kengo Noda waved his hand: "No, it is impossible to capture Guanzi Village by relying on just one squadron, and the people of Shina are already fully prepared." I've asked for support from the chariot troops, so I'll be patient, Fujimoto. ”

At 20 o'clock on the night of the 23rd, after receiving the support of two tanks, the 33rd Infantry Wing of the Japanese Army launched a new attack on Guanzi Village with the strength of two squadrons!

The villagers of Guanzi Village, who had seen the steel monster of the tank for the first time, all let out an exclamation. But the veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time seem indifferent one by one.

Yu Zhenhai threw a cigarette to Zheng Yi: "What are you going to do with the Orientals after the fight?" ”

"What can be done?" Zheng Yi took the cigarette and took a puff: "Go home and farm." ”

"I'm going to take a look at the East." Yu Zhenhai seemed to be a little distracted: "I just want to see how the Orientals can beat us in such a small country!" ”

"Just you?" Zheng Yi smiled with some disdain, with a cigarette in his mouth, and pressed his hand on the detonator: "It's hard to say whether you can live until the Orientals are driven away, but you still want to go to the Orientals?" ”

As he spoke, he saw that the tank had driven into the explosion zone, and when he pressed it hard, the explosion sounded in the sky, Zheng Yi covered his ears and said loudly:

"Dream on you!"

"Lao Tzu just likes to dream!" Yu Zhenhai also roared loudly, and his hand also pressed the detonator, and in the second explosion, the two military tanks became a pile of scrap metal in an instant.

The gunshots were accompanied by explosions like firecrackers.

The pre-battle preparations of the 1st Company were so well prepared that the tanks of the Chinese army, which were once invincible on the Chinese battlefield, did not even play any role in front of Guanzi Village, and were completely buried here.

With red eyes and gritted teeth, the soldiers kept pulling the trigger and throwing bullets at the onrushing enemy.

They were so calm that the machine gunners were constantly strafing the targets, and the rifles were unhurriedly shooting at every soldier in the range.

Except for their company commanders: Old Black!

Lao Hei hid in the trenches, smoking cigarettes, and listening listlessly to the gunfire outside.

Lao Hei couldn't know that this kind of battle was still just foreplay, and the brothers could handle it completely, and his responsibility as a commander was only how to command the brothers of the whole company.

With a bang, a gunshot rang out on the side, and a brother fell headlong beside Lao Hei.

"Someone's hurt!" Old Black howled at a loud voice.

The ambulance team organized by the villagers immediately rushed up, this was the first time these villagers faced this battlefield of blood and fire, and they didn't know what to do when they saw the bloody scene in front of them.

"Pull it down, bandage him to stop the bleeding!" Lao Hei didn't care if the villagers could understand it or not, and said there.

The wounded soldiers were carried down by the villagers in a relatively safe place southwest of the village as a makeshift "field hospital" set up by the 1st Company.

The only "doctor" in this village is Tulangzhong, who has studied earthwork for a few days in Guanzi Village.

Tulangzhong would only help the villagers to see some headaches and brain fevers, and when he saw that a hole had been pierced in his stomach, and blood was flowing out of this hole, the whole person was completely stupid, and he didn't know what to do.

"Help me, save me," the wounded soldier said in pain.

Tulangzhong stumbled back to his room, and when he came out, he held an incense burner in his hand, and regardless of it, he grabbed a handful of incense ashes and sprinkled it on the wounds of the wounded soldiers.

But the blood flowed too fast, and as soon as the incense ash was sprinkled, it was quickly washed away by the blood. This time, Tulangzhong was even more panicked

However, Tulangzhong's method seemed to give great inspiration to the villagers on the side, and they ran back to their homes, and when they came out, everyone had a handful of incense ashes in their hands, and sprinkled them on the wounds of the wounded soldiers.

This time, the bleeding was stopped.

"Amitabha, it can be regarded as bloodless." Tulang Zhong said reassuringly.

However, instead of any relief from the fact that the bleeding had stopped, the wounded soldier's face became more and more painful. These simple and kind villagers only thought that they would be able to save their lives by no more blood, but they did not know that the bullets in their bodies were torturing the wounded soldier.

A few more wounded soldiers were sent down, and the villagers did the same, still using incense ashes to stop the bleeding for them as before

At this time, the gunfire stopped at once, and the villagers suddenly became unaccustomed to it, and after a while, they saw the old black man with a cigarette in his mouth swaying to the "field hospital".

After a routine examination of his wounded brother, he came to the brother whose stomach had been pierced, and after only one glance, the old black face sank.

"Old black," the wounded soldier shouted weakly.

Lao Hei leaned down beside him, and the wounded soldier gasped and said to Lao Hei: "Save me, save me and don't let me die, please, don't let me die, my baby is only one year old"

Lao Hei, who crawled out of the pile of dead people, saw at a glance that this brother was no longer good, and if he continued like this, it would only increase his suffering, even if the king of heaven Lao Tzu came, he would not be able to save this brother's life.

"You won't die, you won't die" Lao Hei squeezed out a smile on his face: "Don't worry, even if we all die, you can still live until the end of the Anti-Japanese War, brother, sleep, sleep"

Only then did the wounded soldier put his mind at ease, and after being tormented by pain for a long time, he tilted his head and fell asleep. But even when he slept, the painful wail still came out of his mouth.

Lao Hei's eyes were red, his hands were trembling, he trembled and pulled out a shell gun, looking at his sleeping brother, he said softly: "Brother, don't blame me, you don't do it, don't do it, good brother, don't be a soldier in the next life." ”

He carefully put the muzzle of the gun on the temple of this brother, this brother has endured too much, let him go on the road with peace of mind, never suffer such torture again, never

A gunshot rang out, and then, the bloodied old black came out in despair

"What's wrong, what's wrong!" Tulangzhong and several villagers heard the gunshots and rushed over in a panic.

"It's fine." Lao Hei turned his back and wiped his tears: "It's okay"

Tulangzhong hurriedly rushed in to take a look, and then ran out with a jump, with no human face on his face: "Sir, he's dead, dead!" ”

"yes, dead, dead." Old Black let out a long sigh.

Tulangzhong almost cried: "Sir, did I kill him?" In the past, there were people in the village who were injured and bleeding, and I treated them like this! ”

Lao Hei's tears couldn't stop "let's go" flowed down, but he still had a smile on his face: "It's not your business, you saved it well, you saved it well, it's because he didn't have this life, no"

The lock pillar rushed up suddenly, grabbed Lao Hei, and shook him desperately: "Lao Hei, you bastard, you killed him, it was you!" Why, why! ”

"Get out!" Lao Hei broke free of the lock post angrily, and his eyes were red: "Do you think about it?" You think when I think! Look at him, look at him, it's hopeless, it's hopeless! What can I do? What can I do! Watching him die in agony? You think I don't want to save him? I can't bear it, Lockpost, I can't bear to watch him in so much pain! ”

The lock pillar looked at the almost crazy old black in a daze, and suddenly squatted on the ground and cried:

"Lao Hei, you dog, dog! How are you like me! I killed Shao Ye and Qing Wazi, how can you kill it! When the Orientals run away, how can we explain to their families! ”

"yes, how do you explain it to their family." Lao Hei's entire soul seemed to be gone, and he walked towards the position in despair:

"Yes, how to explain, how to explain"

After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, how many people will remember these martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country!

(To be continued)