"Please, retreat! You've done well enough, you've done enough, really, even if you quit, my aunt won't blame you, everyone knows that you've done your best! ”

A young lady who sneaked into the battlefield with other Shanghai citizens slowly knelt on the battlefield, and in the face of all this in front of her, she finally couldn't help crying.

The blasted barbed wire was covered with blood and rags, and a few pieces of air-dried minced flesh drifted in the wind, and the unextinguished flames and billowing smoke emitted a disgusting smell. Stretching out their feet, this almost cannonball-baked position was sprinkled with shrapnel, bullet casings, and sticky and soft mud, and no one wanted to imagine how much blood this land had absorbed to become like this.

Looking at the middle [***] people who were half-lying in the tunnel, there was no longer any human appearance, looking at their bodies that were not much different from the dead except for their breath and their chests were slightly undulating, all the Shanghai citizens who risked their lives to send food to the battlefield to reward the army, the corners of their mouths were constantly twitching.

No one answered, and hearing the cry of the eldest lady, the soldiers who were still alive on this position barely turned their pupils. When the smell of steamed buns, which was different from the blood, gunsmoke, and burning metal on the battlefield, slowly drifted along the breeze, suddenly everyone's noses stirred together. When they finally saw the group of Shanghai citizens who had once again repelled the enemy's attack and touched the position with food, everyone's eyes glowed green.

They had been here for four whole days, they had no food, no medicine, no ammunition, and with the constant attrition of the fighting, they could not even send people out to buy and collect food, like other troops. They had already lost their submachine guns that represented their identity and suppressed by high-intensity fire at close range, and grabbed those old rifles that they usually couldn't see at all, and had to pull the bolt again once they shot.

Without grenades, all the machine-gun ammunition was gone, but they stubbornly held on to a position that could only be defended by such a battalion with the most rudimentary weapons and bayonets on them, and repelled twenty-eight enemy attacks!

They are still alive, and there are still fourteen people still holding on to this battlefield.

Reinforcements don't know why, they haven't come until now. They didn't know why, in the last two days, on this axis battlefield, their fierce offensive suddenly began to weaken, so weak that even some ordinary citizens could walk to the forefront of the battlefield with food on their backs and death in the gap between battles.

"Let's eat!"

The lady grabbed a steaming bun from the bamboo basket and said in a trembling voice, "Children, eat, come and eat!" The buns stuffed with cabbage and pork are still hot! ”

Everyone stared at the cabbage and pork bun that was steaming hot, finally making them feel a little "alive", and everyone's Adam's apple was surging up and down, and they were all swallowing hard and shrugging their noses. But in the face of the food that had been delivered to the position, no one left their combat post without authorization, they grabbed the weapons in their hands and turned their eyes to their company commander Ma Lan.

She just sat in a bunker made of corpses, letting the blood freeze on her body. Not to mention any military technology, not to mention any personal reflexes, not to mention any tenacious vitality, people who can survive to this time are a miracle of the grace of fate.

The steel helmet she was wearing was full of bullets and shrapnel scars left by the marks, at this time, she really had to thank the father who loved her and loved her, if it weren't for the body armor that her father put on her with his own hands, she would have been hit by at least three or four bullets!

In front of her, there were more than 30 guns that had emptied all the bullets, including her own submachine gun, light machine guns snatched from the fallen machine gun platoon brothers, M34 heavy machine guns, the [***] men who defended the position in front of them, the medium formal rifles left behind, and the Type 38 rifles and Type 91 light machine guns captured from the soldiers.

On Ma Lan's right hand, the pull rings of the grenades had accumulated into a small pile, and the bullet casings she had punched out with her own hands almost drowned her.

On her right hand, a saber from the Emperor was inserted into the battlefield almost roasted by cannonballs, and its long, narrow and graceful blade looked even more proud and dangerous after drinking blood and not knowing how many lives had been harvested.

Ma Lan was still holding a 38-type rifle with three bullets in her hand, she just sat there silently with dull eyes, looking at her motionless body, looking at her as if she couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't smell, couldn't feel, had become an eternal fossil.

Suddenly, Ma Lan's eyes were as stupid as stone statues, and a ray of light burst out to the extreme, and she quickly raised the gun with a fluency to make people's hearts hairy, her gaze, the front sight of the rifle, and the target she locked, when the three had not yet formed a straight line, she did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound of gunfire rang out on the battlefield that had fallen silent again, and a bullet casing happily jumped out of the chamber of the gun, drawing a graceful arc in the air. At the same time, a soldier who was on the opposite position, accidentally showing half of his head, before he could figure out what was going on, his head exploded into a rain of blood.

According to the regulations for a month's training, the soldiers of the army are required to shoot at least 150 rounds of rifle bullets and 300 rounds of machine gun bullets. And the Chinese troops, an ordinary soldier, only have a training capacity of fifteen rounds a year. And the pitiful first-level shooters are all talented in their own right, and they have been recognized by the peak to eat "Xiaozao." ”

It is with this kind of shooting technology and as many as 30 percent of the first-class shooters that this soldier has carved out a piece of his own on the army stage of the world's great powers. But today, on this battlefield, the soldiers finally met their natural enemies!

It was only at this time that Ma Lan's face, which was like a stone statue without the slightest mood swing, slowly raised a smile that belonged to a human being. She pulled out her bayonet and made another heavy cut on a wooden board more than two feet long and half a foot wide, and as she slashed, she tilted her head sideways, as if she was thinking about something hard, and after thinking for a long, long time, she muttered in a dry voice, "One hundred ...... Thirty-eight! ”

Endless artillery fire, brothers who continue to die, blood splashes, as a commander, bring all the brothers into this desperate battlefield...... These intertwined feelings are so strong, they keep deeply stimulating her every day, and at this time, Ma Lan has already killed stupidity. She doesn't eat, drink, she doesn't move, she doesn't move, and unless there's a fight, she's no different from a dead man.

Of course, Ma Lan didn't pay attention, and the brothers around her didn't pay attention either, I don't know when, behind them, there was already a group of fully armed professional soldiers, and their battalion commander Qiu Qilou took the deputy battalion commander Xie Yuquan to this battlefield. Looking at such a tragic battlefield and looking at the soldiers lying in the pile of corpses, Qiu Qilou's face had an extremely complicated expression.

Looking at Ma Lan, who was sitting there in a daze, was Qiu Qilou's heart full of anger, pity, or respect? Even Qiu Qilou himself didn't know.

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