These soldiers, who were accustomed to seeing life and death, couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment.

A girl who was still alive just now had lost her life in the blink of an eye. The girl who is like the flower season disappeared into this battlefield filled with gunpowder.

The lock post came back alive, and you could see that the lock post was trembling all over. Not because of fear, but because of anger and sadness.

His hand trembled and he reached into his pocket, and pulled out the large half of the chocolate. The lock post peeled off the chocolate, put it to his mouth, and licked it gently.

It's so sweet!

The lock pillar still remembers the way Xiaoyu looked when she gave this piece of chocolate to herself.

"Little Chief"

The sound of light rain seemed to ring in the ears of the lock post again

Huayan Temple, 305th Regiment in Qingxiang Camp.

The competition here has reached a fever pitch.

The army obviously regarded Huayan Temple as a key target. Layers of infantry, under the cover of armored vehicles, took turns bombing and attacking Huayan Temple.

Yu Qingxiang knew what it meant to the 305th Regiment whether the whole battalion could hold Huayan Temple.

"I'm Yu Qingxiang!" Yu Qingxiang looked at the phone, his expression was serious and cold: "Shoot the commander of the 3rd company, the chief officer of political training will act as the company commander, and take the position back for me!" ”

Another phone rang again, it was Zhang Lingfu. Yu Qingxiang picked it up, listened for a while, and said without hesitation:

"Yes, Tuanza, I don't have a problem with that!"

There was only one sentence from this hard state, and then, Yu Qingxiang hung up the phone, picked up the binoculars, and looked forward.

The position of the 1st Company was already in danger, and the Japanese army relied on four armored vehicles as the lead to launch a wave attack on the position of the 1st Company. The left flank had already rushed up part of the army, and the brothers of the 1st Company immediately began to fight in the field.

Yu Qingxiang put down the binoculars, picked up the steel helmet on the table, and put it on properly: "Reserves, come with me!" ”

The reserve of 46 people, following their battalion commander, rushed towards the position of the 1st company.

The battlefield seemed to have turned into a large blacksmith shop, and the sound of clanging could be heard everywhere.

This is the last thing the army wants to see: white-knuckle warfare!

From the beginning of the Battle of Songhu, the white-knuckle battle has become the most helpless and tragic of the Chinese [***] team, but it is the most effective way to hold the position!

Before the all-round superior firepower of the Yue army, the [***] soldiers would often put Yue himself into the position, and then use the bayonet in his hand to use his life to complete the task that the peak strictly ordered to hold!

The army did not want to see such a situation, but artillery and armored vehicles could not occupy positions, and in the end it was still people who relied on it!

These loyal Chinese officers and soldiers, from the beginning of the Battle of Nanjing to the present, they have long been exhausted, they have long been scarred, but in their dictionary, there is never the word "give up"!

Iron-clad positions, iron-clad Chinese soldiers!

In Huayan Temple, in just 2 hours, the army launched 8 charges before and after, each time they rushed into the position, but each time they were beaten back by Chinese soldiers!

8 white-knuckle battles, and Yu Qingxiang participated in 7 of them!

What kind of concept is this? The highest commander of the whole battalion stood face to face with the enemy 7 times, and fought with the enemy with the bayonet in his hand 7 times!

Those officers' codes, those canonical rules, are of no use here! On this battlefield, what is needed is not to strategize and fight a decisive battle. On this battlefield, the only thing you need is your life!

When the 8th charge of the Yue army was repulsed again, Battalion Commander Yu Qingxiang was already like a bloody man!

There were 6 wounds all over his body, the deepest one, a bayonet stabbed through his stomach, and then a deep and long wound was cut!

"Battalion commander, battalion commander" The communicator who had a broken leg crawled over, and with difficulty handed the radio in his hand to Yu Qingxiang, a mouthful, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but the correspondent didn't even have time to wipe it:

"Tuan Tuan Zao"

Yu Qingxiang trembled and wanted to take it, but after trying hard, it was still a little short, and the correspondent tried his best to climb forward, and then handed over the radio to Yu Qingxiang.

"Tuanzuo, I'm Yu Qingxiang, I'm fine, it's really okay, the position is still in my hands, the army has launched 8 attacks, yes, defend Huayan Temple, and never retreat to reinforce?"

When he heard the words "reinforcements", Yu Qingxiang smiled, and he said to the radio: "Tuanzao, you, do you still have soldiers in your hands?" Rest assured, I, Yu Qingxiang, have been cultivated by you, and I am a member of the party, and I know what to do when necessary."

Yu Qingxiang threw away the radio and glanced around the position, where the entire battalion was almost completely killed or wounded.

"Little bugs, little bugs."

Yu Qingxiang screamed a few times, and opened his eyes in front of the little bug of the communicator, who was almost in a coma: "I'm here, battalion commander." ”

"Do you know how to do it?"

"Know" the little bug patted his arms: "Battalion commander, the caps of the grenades are all unscrewed, if the Oriental Orientals come up, pull it, and there will be nothing"

Yu Qingxiang laughed again, and he opened his throat: "Brothers, I, Yu Qingxiang, beg you!" Defend Huayan Temple, defend Huayan Temple! If we lose this place, our 305th regiment will be finished! I beg you in Qingxiang, I beg you! In the next life, I will make you cows and horses! ”

This tragic sound, accompanied by the artillery sound of the Japanese army's attack, sounded over the position.

"Life is a [***] person, death is a [***] soul!" A wounded man stood up, holding two grenades in each hand, and he pulled the fuse with his mouth:

"I'll grass your ancestor's little book!"

He rushed out!

"Life is a [***] person, death is a [***] soul!"

Another soldier stepped forward, his hands also holding a grenade that was emitting green smoke!

He, too, rushed out!

Yu Qingxiang had his back to the position, he couldn't stand up anymore, and he couldn't see what the brothers were doing there, but he knew that none of his brothers were greedy for life and afraid of death!

Blood, flowing from several wounds, tears, burst out of the eyes. Yu Qingxiang hoarsely screamed:

"Brothers, I beg you, I beg you! Hold it, you must guard Huayan Temple! Turning a pig into a dog, I will pay you back for the rest of my life in Qingxiang, and I will pay you back! ”

Raw, it's a [***] person! Death is the soul of the [***]!

This is the most heroic voice of the Chinese people!