Han Xing was waiting for him to come up, but this little devil just didn't come up, and he was also holding a bayonet and staring at Han Xing. Han Xing looked at it, if you don't come up, it means that you have a weak heart, guarding so many people, I can't belong to that bear, and I will scare you to death.

Han Xing held up his bayonet rifle, roared, and rushed over.

Unexpectedly, Han Xing rushed to him, and the little devil threw the gun away, and sat on the ground in fright. This sitting really scared Han Xing, isn't it a kind of little devil, why is this little devil sitting on the ground, is he a martial arts master, what kind of trick is he doing?

At this moment, Zhang Xiaosan pounced up from behind, kicked the little devil's 38 big cover away, protected Han Xing behind him, and then picked up the devil like a chicken and threw it on the ground again.

Han Xing continued to rush forward with his gun. Zhang Xiaosan stopped Han Xing at once, and shouted anxiously: "My Chief of Staff Han, you can spare me!" If you really have three longs and two shorts, even if Commander Zhang doesn't shoot me, then Yin Zhaoli will have to kill me alive. ”

At this time, Han Xing's identity could no longer be compared with the Battle of Nanzhen, and at this time, Han Xing had become the object of key protection. Zhang Weihan had already given this special task to Yin Zhaoli of the special combat team, and Yin Zhaoli had already given it to the special combat team's company and platoon.

Han Xing was also an official, and his temper rose, and he yelled: "Why don't you rush and I don't rush, I am a life, aren't you a life." ”

Zhang Xiaosan didn't listen to Han Xing's nagging, his eyes widened, and immediately Wu Xiaoming and Li Dazhong pounced, no matter how Han Xing struggled, no matter how Han Xing yelled, they still dragged Han Xing into the trench like a chicken. and the soft persimmon that happened to be touched by Han Xing, was kicked a few times by Zhang Xiaosan, and even rolled to Han Xing's side.

Wu Xiaoming and Li Dazhong didn't participate in any battles, protecting Han Xing from left to right, Zhang Xiaosan held the assault rifle tightly, closely watched the surrounding movements, and from time to time he hedged to the devils who came to him and fired a few bursts, "Da Da Da...... Dadada......"

Of course, the little Japanese devil is also protected. He is a bald man who walks with the moon and is stained with the light of Han Xing!

Han Xing's heart was very anxious, he was originally going to go into battle to kill the enemy, but he didn't expect that not only did they not want to rush forward by themselves, but even they themselves couldn't rush forward. Han Xing shouted, "If you don't call me up, I'll just be here, but you have to rush up!" ”

Zhang Xiaosan said loudly: "Protecting you is our biggest task. ”

Zhang Xiaosan didn't even listen to Han Xing's orders. Han Xing's heart was so angry that he couldn't do anything but watch the battle in front of the position go dark.

More than 1,000 devils came up, and they were surrounded and chased by three or four thousand Chinese soldiers on the position. The devil is pitiful, the follow-up troops are gone, and they are all killed and wounded by aerial bombs, light and heavy machine guns, and mortars along the way. But these thousand devils are also quite difficult, and they are all desperately attacking the Chinese soldiers. The front one fell, and the one behind continued to attack upward, preferring death to retreat.

was so anxious that Han Xing waved his hands, cheering and cheering for the Chinese soldiers one by one, "Kill!" Hit! A little more ruthless! A little more ruthless! "Fire Cover - Fire Cover - "

When fighting with bayonets, almost three or four Chinese soldiers surrounded a devil and stabbed him. The light machine guns and heavy machine guns on the top of the mountain also continued to fire bullets into the crowd of devils, covering the Chinese soldiers to launch a counterattack against the Japanese soldiers.

It was really uncomfortable to watch others fight fiercely and he couldn't go up to join the battle, so Han Xing simply interrogated this little Japanese soldier, and Wu Xiaoming acted as a temporary translator.

"What's your name? Which wing is this? Han Xing asked.

The little Japanese soldier replied: "My name is Koaki Ichiro, I belong to the 104th Wing, and the 104th Wing was defeated in the First Battle of Shihe. Recently, it was reorganized for the sake of fighting. I am from the 13th Wing of the Heavy Soldiers. ”

Han Xing asked again, "How many years have you been in the army?" ”

Xiao Bing replied: "I have only been in the army for three months, and I was originally a student of Jiuzhou No. 3 Middle School, because the front-line war is urgent and soldiers are urgently needed, so the military is in a hurry to call our students to enlist. ”

"What do you think of this war?" Han Xing asked.

"We are just carrying out the decrees of the state, conscripted into the army. As for what will happen to this war, that is a matter for the state, and we ordinary people should not blame it too much. ”

Han Xing thought to himself, this is the general idea of a Japanese citizen, the war seems to have nothing to do with them, they are just an ordinary executor. On the other hand, Japan is also poor in donkey skills, and there is no one to fight the war, and even middle school students are called to fight. This is the reason why this creep is so poor in combat.

Han Xing said to Wu Xiaoming: "Educate him well." ”

Wu Xiaoming has a job to do at this time, and he has carried out some political education for this little soldier.

The brutal battle lasted for nearly half an hour, and all the more than 1,000 devils were killed.

And the main regiment of the 51st Army and the Southern Expeditionary Army suffered greater casualties than the devils. In this regard, Han Xing had to admire that although this Japanese infantry wing was newly established and had many logistical personnel in it, they still showed strong combat effectiveness and tenacious fighting style when fighting under such unfavorable circumstances.

Only then did Zhang Xiaosan release Han Xing, allowing Han Xing to regain his freedom and join Yu Xuezhong and Liu Zhiyuan.

Han Xing saw that Yu Xuezhong's face was blackened by the smoke and flames of the battle, his face was full of strictness, and his mood was heavy, he silently looked at the fallen soldiers of the 51st Army on the battlefield, and did not speak for a long time.

Liu Zhiyuan was not much better, the passion on the battlefield and the excitement aroused in the battle seemed to be all gone at this time, his eyelids were half-drooping, and his dirty face looked extremely tired. He said to Han Xing: "One regiment has sacrificed more than 100 and injured more than 200...... and he can't say anything else.

The gang sent rice, which was the stew and big white bun that the Northeast Army was most willing to eat, of course, this was supported by the Southern Expeditionary Army.

Looking at such a good meal and guarding so many fallen comrades-in-arms, the soldiers of the 51st Army seemed to have no appetite, and sat on the ground one by one, some of them stood on the black red earth, silently looking at those familiar faces, and those familiar faces lying on the ground forever.

The comrades-in-arms who were still alive just now were lying there at this moment, whether they were asleep or really closed their eyes forever, this kind of inseparable feeling made them seem to be strongly shocked, their nerves seemed to be numb with shock, and all kinds of complex feelings were kneaded together, making them look stupid one by one.

In order to make these commanders and soldiers recover from the cruel form of the battlefield, and in order to better complete the next combat mission, Han Xing first reminded Yu Xuezhong and Zhang Weihan: "The soldiers are looking at you, pay attention to your image." After all, we wiped out a Japanese wing in this battle, more than 4,000 people, a great victory--a great victory-"

Yu Xuezhong did not lose himself as a military commander, tidied up his clothes, took a breath, stabilized his feelings, stood on a high slope of the position, and shouted loudly to the officers and soldiers of the 51st Army: "Brave national officers and soldiers, we have won and finally killed all this ferocious 104th Wing. Great victory, great victory, there is no immortality in war, and we should be worthy of the dead brethren, who do not want to see us as we are. The task now is to take a break, eat immediately, and tell everyone good news, we will no longer eat brown rice and drink vegetable soup today, our rice today is stewed pork and white steamed buns, pork is a bowl per person, and big white steamed buns are eaten casually, as long as it can't break the belly, then eat it with an open stomach——"

The team was a little more alive at this time, after all, it had not smelled pork for a long time.

Liu Zhiyuan shouted loudly at the regiment of the Southern Expeditionary Army: "Comrades, brave soldiers, this battle is well fought!" This was another great victory for our Southern Expeditionary Army after the battle of Xinhuayuan, the battle of attacking the airfield, the battle of Lu'an, and the battle of Shihe. In this battle, a wing of ghosts was annihilated, 4,000 people! Of course, it is inseparable from the cooperation of the 51st Army of the National Army. Comrades, we should be happy, our sacrificed soldiers are watching us, and they hope that we will happily continue to complete the combat mission that they have not completed to the end. Okay, the next step is to get ready for dinner, and after eating, there's still a lot of work to do. ”

The soldiers of the Southern Expeditionary Army heard Liu Zhiyuan's agitation, and their mood was much better, and they were all eating together.

After eating, when the bodies of the martyrs of the 51st Army were buried, Xu Dachang asked the living officers and soldiers to put a bowl of stewed meat and three large white buns in front of the dead martyrs.

Xu Dachang said to them earnestly: "I promised you, saying that after this battle, I will let you eat stewed meat and big white buns." It's a pity, you didn't catch up, it doesn't matter if you don't catch up, I sent it to you, I must let you eat this bowl of stew and big white buns, so that you can go on the road with peace of mind......"

"Salute!" Yu Xuezhong yelled.

All the soldiers who were alive and present looked at the remains of the martyrs, took off their hats and saluted, and bowed deeply. When the bodies of the martyrs are about to be buried in the red soil, give them another ride......

There were dark clouds floating in the sky, dark clouds and dark clouds accumulated, and after a while, it rained lightly, and God was silently crying for the sacrificed Chinese soldiers, burying the bones of the loyal in the red soil, and the heroic souls of the martyrs will last forever! Live forever in the hearts of the Chinese people.

Facing the graves, the soldiers who have long since passed away cannot be recalled, and only the straight and upright pine trees can accompany the martyrs. Rest in peace! May you live forever! When you're tired, take a good rest!

After participating in the defense of Caofang Mountain, Han Xing and Zhang Weihan greeted each other by telegram, and then quickly rushed to Myoko Temple with their entourage. Because Myokoji Temple is Song Xilian's command organ, the little devil's reconnaissance agency will not fail to detect it, and they will attack Myokoji Temple.

Myoko-ji Temple is a hill behind Honghua Mountain and Gochong Mountain, there is a thousand-year-old temple built on the mountain, and there are Honghua Mountain and Gochong Mountain in front of Myoko-ji Temple, and the Japanese army cannot pass. What can they expect? Han Xing thought that they could only count on air strikes. If there was no Southern Expeditionary Army, this air raid would seem to be easy to handle, but now that there is an air force of the Southern Expeditionary Army, there is a good show to watch.