The fierce battle here at the regiment headquarters is still continuing, and the fierce battle between Nanzhuang Village and Tianjing Village is still continuing.

The troops of the first company suffered heavy losses, and the company commander Yin Jin commanded the troops to launch dozens of counter-charges against the Japanese troops in a row, although the Japanese troops were repulsed, but the soldiers of the first company were able to fight less and less.

In Sun Weiguo's words, a company is a fierce tiger, even if they are knocked out of their teeth and their limbs are cut off, they will not complain.

The telephone between the first company and the regiment headquarters was always unblocked, but the company commander Yin Jin never thought of picking up the microphone to ask the regiment headquarters for help.

"Brothers, today is the grave of all the officers and soldiers of our company, if we want to die, we will die together, and when we get to the Hades Palace, we will also fight the little devils of the dog day together."

Yin Jin held a submachine gun, his eyes looked at the soldiers of the company, and he shouted loudly with his eyes wide.

The soldiers of the first company looked at their company commander one after another, and smiles appeared on their faces.

Death could no longer pose any threat to them, and they were ready to die in battle.

"Company commander, leave me an explosives bag, I can't disgrace the company, even if I die, I don't want to fall into the hands of the devil soldiers."

A seriously injured man looked at Yin Jin with a difficult gaze, and he said with a pleading face.

The wounded man's legs had been broken by shells, his upper body was covered in blood, and his face was full of pain.

When Yin Kim organized troops to escort the wounded to the rear, many of the seriously wounded asked to stay in position.

They know that their lives are short, and they are not willing to compete with the wounded for limited medical resources.

Yin Jin looked at the seriously injured man in front of him, and there were tears flashing in his eyes.

He had an unspeakable remorse in his heart, and if it was possible, he would do his best to save the lives of every soldier.

But this is war, war has the cruelty of war, and the war of the undead is completely non-existent.

Yoon Kim handed a bag of explosives to the seriously wounded, who took the bag with a smile on his face.

The soldiers of the 1st Infantry Regiment of the Devil's Garrison Corps rushed up again, and the soldiers began to devote themselves to the battle.

Yin Jin opened fire with a submachine gun, and more than a dozen devil soldiers who ran in the front were killed on the spot.

The fierce battle continued, and the village was once again engulfed in a fierce gunfire.

In Nanzhuang Village, Chengguan Town, which was the first village to be attacked, Hong Zhiqiang had already begun to ask the regiment headquarters for help.

Zhong Jian also quickly dispatched Zhang Dajun's reconnaissance platoon and a guard squad from Liu Jingnuma's guard company to Nanzhuang Village for reinforcements.

If they were replaced by other officers of the Jin Sui Army, they might not agree to the dismantling of their troops in the face of such a situation.

On the flank position of Nanzhuang Village, Yue Wu installed the last magazine on the submachine gun and saw dozens of devil soldiers rushing over with bayonets.

Yue Wu held the submachine gun, he pulled the trigger, and the twenty rounds of ammunition were quickly exhausted, and seven or eight devil soldiers were killed.

After throwing the submachine gun aside, Yue Wu looked at the devil soldiers with angry eyes, and a resolute expression appeared on his young cheeks.

The country is in danger, and Yue Wu, who graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy, threw himself into the battlefield and died for the country is Yue Wu's ultimate goal.

After continuous hard fighting, the three platoons had been wiped out, and Yue Wu had many wounds on his body.

After all the ammunition was consumed, Yue Wu looked at the ghost soldiers, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He pulled out a short sword that he had brought with him, and the hilt of the short sword was engraved with the words "Gift from Principal Jiang Zhongzheng".

This is a short sword unique to graduates of the Whampoa Military Academy, and this short sword has many names, "Whampoa Sword", "Military Soul", "Zhongzheng Sword", "Chengren Sword", these names represent the glory of this short sword.

Yue Wu held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, he aimed the tip of the sword at his heart, and he decided to end his life with this short sword.

This short sword has the title of "soldier's soul" and "Chengren sword", which is because many Whampoa martyrs committed suicide with this short sword because they lost their positions and were seriously injured.

Yue Wu is a Huangpu student, and he naturally has a clear understanding of this short sword.

The three platoons were exhausted, all the ammunition was consumed, and the position could not be held, Yue Wu wanted to end his life to bear the responsibility for the loss of the position.

The sharp tip of the sword quickly approached Yue Wu's heart, and the tip of the sword had already touched the skin, and Yue Wu felt pain.

But just as he was about to continue to pierce his heart with force, Yue Wu felt a big hand directly grasp his right hand.

The short sword could not continue to pierce into the skin, and Yue Wu felt his right hand being torn apart.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Dajun, the platoon commander of the reconnaissance platoon, appear in front of him.

Looking at Zhang Dajun in front of him, Yue Wu's face was full of guilt.

Glancing around, the bodies of the three rows of fallen soldiers lay quietly on the ground.

Looking at the equally young faces of these soldiers, Yue Wu's tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Platoon Commander Zhang, you let me go, the brothers are dead, the position can't be held, I want to go with the brothers."

Yue Wu tried his best to break free of Zhang Dajun's hands, but his strength was not as strong as Zhang Dajun's, and he couldn't break free.

"Platoon Commander Yue, I am a clay leg, and I haven't gone to any school, I don't know as much about the big truth as you, but the deputy regiment commander said that many people will die in this war, and every soldier who dies for the country is glorious, and those of us who have not died must inherit the will of the sacrificial soldiers and do what they have not done."

"I don't know how long this war will last, but as long as the little devil is still there, we will continue to fight. They died, and our lives are not only for ourselves, but for them. It's easy to want to die, maybe a bullet from the little devil in the battle will end our lives, what kind of ability is it to kill ourselves, and if you have the ability, you will die in the battle against the devil. ”

Zhang Dajun looked at Yue Wu, he said in a serious tone, and halfway through his words, tears flowed from Zhang Dajun's eyes.

He thought of his dead wife, and even more so of the child in his wife's womb.

He let go of Yue Wu and set up a Czech light machine gun on the soil, and Zhang Dajun quickly pulled the trigger.

One by one, the revenge bullets were shot out by Zhang Dajun, and a famous devil soldier fell to the ground.

Yue Wu looked at Zhang Dajun with a dull gaze, Yue Wu was very clear about Zhang Dajun's past.

To live, not to live for yourself, but to live with the will of officers and soldiers who died in battle.

Yue Wu suddenly came to his senses, he took the rifle handed over by the soldier on the side, aimed it at a ghost soldier, and then pulled the trigger.

Death is a very simple thing in this era, it is not easy to live, and it is even more difficult to live with the desire to expel the Japanese invaders.