When we talk about the Burmese guerrillas, we cannot fail to talk about General Aung San first.

Despite being in a hostile position, we still have to say that Aung San is a passionate hero.

General Aung San, who has been fighting for the freedom of reading in Burma, was the first to accept the spirit of [***], and firmly believed that only through [***] could the British colonists be defeated and a country behind it could be established. It was with this ideal in mind that Aung San once made a special trip to Yan'an, the holy land and cradle of the Chinese revolution, to study.

Who knew that providence would make people, and Aung San landed from Xiamen before he set foot on Chinese soil, and was detained by the military police and handed over to the special high-tech department for interrogation. It turned out that Aung San's attire and style resembled that of a wealthy Nanyang businessman, and the intelligence department suspected that he was the contact person who came to donate money, medicine, and ammunition to the Chinese anti-Japanese army and civilians.

If you were an ordinary person, facing the murderous gendarmes and the interrogation room full of all kinds of torture instruments, I don't know how many heroic souls were attached, even if I would not tremble with fright, I would secretly feel cold in my heart. But Aung San is different, he is a figure who has long put life and death aside for the cause of national liberation, and when he was in his military headquarters, what he felt was not the arrogance of the invaders, but the fact that Asians could be so majestic that even the powerful countries of Western Europe had to be cautious and arrogant.

General Aung San felt that as a small and weak nation, only by relying on this enterprising spirit could he stand up his proud body under the clutches of the British colonization. Because of this, he gave up his pilgrimage to Yan'an and confided his ambitions to the Yue Fang. The listeners were overjoyed and immediately sent Aung San to Hainan Island, where he entered the Yueben Military Academy for training along with the "30 brave men" who had rushed to rendezvous.

Aung San led 30 brave men to return to China after completing their studies, and secretly established the "Burmese Reading Army" in the tropical jungle, officially raising the banner of armed resistance to colonial rule.

Under such circumstances, propaganda such as "the Chinese are friends of the Burmese people", "we are here to help the Burmese people fight against the invasion of the Burmese people", and "we are a leader with a strip of water" have completely turned into a bunch of bullshit and other things. It is precisely because of the cooperation of the Reading Force led by General Aung San that the vigorous and strong army of Yuben was able to sweep through more than 70,000 British royal troops in Burma in just a few months, and they fled at the touch of a button.

Whether or not they will finally wake up and find that such a tiger and wolf state as Ben is absolutely not something to rely on, and whether they will once again raise the banner of the national freedom movement against tyranny, in short, General Aung San and the group of enthusiastic young people around him who have taken saving the country and the people as their mission have fallen into the wrong path of idealism!

What Lei Zhen and they are facing is such a force that wants to fight for national freedom and liberation through armed struggle, that is, an armed organization that has regarded them as accomplices of the British colonial rulers and has not yet made contact, and has branded themselves as "enemies"!

Both sides have their own justice, and they have their own reasons for having to fight against the water, as for who is right and who is wrong, how can they, who have inevitably fallen into the game, tell the difference?

Let history evaluate this question!

All Lei Zhen can do now is ...... Destroy the enemies who want to ambush them at minimal cost!

…… Two hours later, a train loaded with the treasured chariots, a large number of artillery shells, and all kinds of military supplies of the 200th Division finally appeared. In the gaze of everyone's eyes wide and licking their dry lips, they drove into the encirclement that the Burmese Reading Force had set up long ago.

"Da Da Da ......"

Suddenly, the sound of submachine gun fire sounded from the train, and through the telescope supported by the military, the commander of the Burmese Reading Army, who commanded the ambush operation, could clearly see that several guys wearing yellow monk's robes were like crazy, jumping and screaming and laughing on the carriage. They raised their weapons and pulled the trigger with their fingers, shooting at the sky as if they didn't need any money. Looking at this is definitely a way to shoot, although there is the assistance of the friendly army, but the commander of the Reading Army, who is still short of resources, especially military supplies, can't help but shake his head again and again.

The most exaggerated thing is a guy who looks like a heavyweight boxer, holding two smoke bombs in his hand, waving them around, allowing the smoke bombs in his hand to draw one circle after another in the air that is definitely not beautiful.

No matter whether he wants to play the flag or send a code, with his movements, with his exaggeration, with his uncontrollable fun, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like a drunk who dances drunk, performing 36 drunken boxing there.

Watching this messy scene after scene, the field commander laughed, because it was in his gaze that an ascetic, perhaps just after the most brutal bloody battle, with a few pieces of hemostatic gauze on his head, stepped on the most standard military steps, carrying a Southern 94-style pistol in his left hand, and a lieutenant [***] officer who knew if he had lost his breath in his right hand, and walked to the carriage. After barely letting the lieutenant [***] officer half-kneel on the carriage, in full view of everyone, the ascetic raised his pistol and shot the lieutenant [***] officer in the head.

Although there was a distance of two or three hundred meters, the field commander could still clearly see that the blood splashing out of the corpse was like the most beautiful flower, with the head of the [***] officer as the core. That splendor, that beauty raised by the purest killing and poking elements, instantly brightened the eyes of this field commander.

A Chinese flag and a rice-shaped British flag were raised at the same time, and the difference between them was that the two national flags that were waved vigorously in the wind were full of smoke and flames.

And some men who were also wearing monk's robes, but could not find the slightest trace of our Buddha's compassion in their bodies, had already opened some of the carriages, and they used their hands and feet to throw out the wooden boxes one by one. The boxes of cans wrapped in foreign iron sheets, the boxes of citrine crystals, the bullets that reflected the moving brilliance in the sunlight after they were scattered, were all shouting the same sentence in the most simple voice to the Burmese reading force soldiers on the top of the mountain, who lacked food, drink, and weapons and supplies: What are you still doing stupidly, come on, I'm waiting for you!

At this time, if he no longer knows that although the bombing failed, the agent who lurked on the train has already taken control of the military vehicle full of supplies, then he is an idiot and a fool, he just doesn't have eyes and no brains, or he was simply kicked by a donkey when he was a child!

Everyone's eyes fell on their supreme field commander, and now what everyone had in their hearts was no longer a battle, no longer a bullet, a grenade, a stone, and a hard smash on the British friend, the enemy of Burma. Looking at the boxes of food, drink, killing, enjoyment, and life-saving supplies, the guerrillas who are soaking in the mountains every day, waiting for the iron hooves of the imperial army to step on as soon as possible, their eyes are green.

Of course, the supreme commander who commanded this ambush operation knew what was going on in the hearts of these brothers, these comrades, these subordinates, and these children who were going to rush forward to play for their lives as soon as he gave the order. But I don't know why, it's obviously a big victory, it's obvious that he can sing and dance, and the big guys rush down to enjoy the sweetness of the loot, and there is a trace of inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

Perhaps, it is because those agents of the intelligence department who are supposed to be well-trained and disciplined are acting too much like hooligans and acting too exaggerated?

The ghost who was hiding in a certain carriage of the entire military vehicle was also anxious, he stared at the peaks on both sides, he clenched his fists, even if it was seven or eight meters away, he could clearly hear the crackling sound of the bone joints of his hands because of excessive force. And in his mouth, he kept complaining and cursing, "Hurry, hurry, you fucking hurry up, what are you doing stupidly, what are you fucking stupid doing with such a good thing?" You haven't fucking heard of it, it's cheap, it's like a wheel annihilation, don't you have someone to fall on this truth?! ”

Looking at the ghost's urgency, looking at the sweat on his forehead, it was really like facing a peerless beauty who had stripped off her clothes and was waiting for him to be pampered, but suddenly found that she was impotent, soft, no longer lifted, not majestic, no longer proud, no man, no more humane, an old man with rusty old watch hands!

It's no wonder that the ghosts are in a hurry, those brothers, comrades, warriors, and warriors of the Burmese Reading Army, but they are all lying on both sides of the mountain peaks, occupying an absolute geographical advantage, if they can't attract them out, even if they launch a surprise attack, they have too few people and too many enemies, and they hide more than the shrinking turtle one by one, and such a surprise attack is used for birds?

Wang Ersheng's eyes at this time, have been in Jiangdong Sun Shangxiang's body back and forth, at this critical time, the second squad leader, known as the "rat in the granary", finally completely burst out of his wisdom, "Brother Lei, I say that what I am best at is to burn and rob the silver women, we have killed and killed, robbed and robbed, burned and burned, but there is still a lack of silver women, and the best for men is also this mouthful, I don't believe that they shrink in the mountains every day, no wife, no lover, no girlfriend, When it is really an old sow that can also race Minchan, she can endure this kind of plot. If we can perform such a good show on the carriage, even if it is just a dragonfly, we will definitely receive a miraculous effect of twice the result with half the effort. Personally, I think that if you want to tempt the other party to rush down desperately, the most important thing is to use all the resources at hand to fully mobilize their beast surname......"

Master Xie Jinyuan once told Lei Zhen that as a commander with quality, affinity, and the ability to maintain the necessary majesty, he must be careful not to talk too much, because if he talks too much, he will not be valuable. But when the subordinate reports to himself, he must use body language such as nodding and smiling to show that the subordinate is listening carefully, encourage the other party to speak freely, and after the other party's report is over, then say the word "good" or "good", which is enough to play the finishing touch.

But at this time, listening to Wang Ersheng's well-founded suggestions, not to mention that there is still some reason, Lei Zhen didn't say what it was to make a "good" and "good" evaluation, he didn't even dare to nod his head. In order to restrain the nodding habit he had already developed, Lei Zhen had to grit his teeth and tense his face, looking at his expression, it was really indescribably weird. If Wang Ersheng dared to be bold at this time and stretched out his finger to poke his Lei eldest brother Lei Platoon Commander, he would definitely be surprised to find that Lei Zhen's current body, in terms of hardness, is 100% more mummy-like than a mummy!

As for the children of those core members of the Green Gang, the brothers who followed Lei Zhen at the earliest, looking at Wang Ersheng's eyes, there were more six points of regret, nine points of excitement, and twelve points of schadenfreude. When Wang Ersheng finally found out that something was wrong, he only saw a foot wearing military leather boots, which is said to be a foot with a piece of steel wrapped on the boot toe, which drew a lightning speed in the air, and implied the most beautiful arc of heaven and earth.

"Ah......h

In the hysterical screams and the sympathetic gaze of all the male compatriots present, Wang Ersheng, who finally deviated from his body in time at the most critical time, covered the root of his thigh, which was instantly inflated by the kick, and fell to the ground. God knows why, Sun Shangxiang followed Lei Zhen all day long in the barracks, and he seemed to be a lot more well-behaved, but what kind of character is the real Sun Shangxiang in history?

That's a strange woman who is full of weapons in her boudoir, if she is not bold, even if she becomes her father-in-law, there is no way to cave together, fork together, and study Darwin's biological evolution together! Let's ask, what kind of well-behaved and obedient Jiangdong Sun Shangxiang, a new generation of Jiangdong Sun Shangxiang who inherited the legacy of his predecessors, married his husband at home, and followed his son's death, listening to others discussing how to let himself be in front of hundreds of perverts in the carriage, performing a scene of being raped and still indifferent to his good wife? !

Of course, Wang Ersheng's suggestion is absolutely impossible, even if everyone raises their hands to pass, this violent actor, even Lei Zhen does not dare to try. But it is undeniable that his words are still absolutely inspiring. Especially the last sentence he said, "If you want to tempt the other party to rush down desperately, the most important thing is to use all the resources at hand to fully mobilize their beast surnames", which is even more accurate, and exhausts the truth that the child can't hold the wolf.

"It seems that our performance is not enough to enter the play," Lei Zhen's gaze swept over the faces of everyone present, and he suddenly ordered: "Notify Luo Sanpao and burn the car for me!" I don't care what they do, in short, make the fire look as big as possible, and the more smoke the better, but we must not hurt the root of this train, and after putting out the fire, we can continue to move forward! ”

After giving such a contradictory order, Lei Zhen also made a good summary, "I want to see, seeing that the train full of all kinds of military supplies is set on fire by us, if we don't do it, it will cause a big explosion, hum, 'There are no guns and no cannons, the enemy made it for us.'" There is no food or clothing, and the enemy has sent us forward', I want to see if they can really be indifferent in the face of this train full of military supplies! ”

Watching the soldiers enter Shanghai, watching them imprint on the arms of their compatriots like cattle, and seeing the soldiers of the soldiers doing everything they did to destroy the silver and plunder, Luo Sanpao had already engraved all this deeply into the deepest part of his soul, and asked him to take the lead in pretending to be the appearance of the soldiers who got carried away, it was definitely a measure of use!

In the empty carriage, a layer of things can block the source of fire, and then some toys such as ammunition boxes and broken sacks are piled up, and a match is thrown on with some gasoline, and as the smoke rolls up, it looks as if the whole carriage is burning together.

Under the command of Luo Sanpao, the entire column of military vehicles could see flames and smoke dancing everywhere, Luo Sanpao squinted and glanced at it and there was no movement, but it was estimated that it had reached the peaks on both sides of the edge of the outbreak, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the chariot fixed on the wagon and covered with a layer of waterproof canvas, and ordered: "Come on, this thing will also burn one or two fucking vehicles!" ”

Even Li Min, the squad leader known as the thorn, was dumbfounded when he heard such a bold order as Luo Sanpao? He stretched out his hand and pointed to the tank tied to the wagon, and at this time, this professional soldier, who had crawled out of the pile of dead people several times before he mixed into the position of the squad leader of the spy platoon, stammered when he spoke, "Burn, burn, burn, burn the fuck, fuck, fuck, one, two?" This is, yes, the treasure of our 200th division! For example, if the division commander knew, knew, knew that we had burned his most precious tank, he would be afraid, afraid, and would not have killed us with a single shot! ”

"Attrition, war attrition, do you understand?"

Listening to Luo Sanpao's question, Li Min nodded subconsciously.

Luo Sanpao looked at Li Min, the squad leader who was already frightened and pale, who was ordered by him, to teach Little Red Riding Hood's kind face with big gray, and said warmly: "There will be losses on the battlefield, even if we don't burn them, these chariots are likely to be blown into pieces of iron by the enemy's platoon artillery, hit by grenades, and destroyed by grenades. ”

Li Min nodded again.

"The biggest use of weapons is not to look good, but to use them to effectively destroy enemies, right?"

Li Min is still nodding, of course he has to nod in the face of this eternal truth of war.

"As for what method to use, whether it is to open up the shell, shoot, hit with the body of the tank, or simply use the weapon as bait to attract the enemy out of the bunker and into our trap, as long as you can do that group of bitches, they are all good weapons, good methods, right?"

Seeing Li Min nodding stupidly again as if he had been hit by hypnotic magic, Luo Sanpao's expression was full, and he shouted loudly: "What are you doing stupidly, burn me, burn it hard, burn it hard, burn it so hard that those turtle grandsons itch in their hearts, burn their eyes straight, burn them like they are burning their butts and rush out to grab things!" Succeeded, this tank is the biggest hero, it is still glorious to burn, if it fails, anyway, we will all be finished, everything will have to be robbed by them, it is better to burn it all clean! ”

The whole barrel of gasoline was poured on the tank that God knows how many gold dollars the country spent to buy back, and when Luo Sancang raised the gun in his hand, a bullet hit it, and the whole tank turned into a big fireball in an instant.

The top field commander of the Burmese Reading Army, who was lying on the mountain peak, really wanted to directly pull out his gun and shoot the group of Yuben agents on the train at this time. What is that, that's a tank, it's a tank on the land battlefield, known as an invincible fortress, it can open fire, it can strafe, it can be used as a shield, God knows how much it costs, and people are willing to sell it!

Even if they couldn't drive those tanks, they could only be destroyed, but there were still thousands of shells on that train, hundreds of thousands of machine gun bullets, and an unknown number of guns, ammunition and grenades.

They said that this intelligence organization had sufficient funds, but they, a group of peasant rebels who relied on the mountains to eat from the mountains, could count on these materials to expand their strength and solve their urgent needs!

Looking at the flames and smoke rising from the tank, and looking at the cars that also groaned in the flames, this supreme field commander, who had also received formal training in his own army and could be regarded as well-informed and calm, gritted his teeth fiercely, and finally gave the long-awaited order: "Charge!" ”

With this order, the peaks on both sides boiled, and the soldiers of the Reading Legion, who lacked rigorous training and were only united by faith, to put it bluntly, the peasant rebel army, suddenly let out a burst of joy to the extreme. Watching them slide down the hillside with their hands and feet that even monkeys dare not easily conquer, and pounce downward, even the Monkey King, a senior expert who is good at walking tightropes, drilling fire rings, and turning heels on the ball, oozes a hot sweat.

At this time, the brothers of the peasant rebel army were laughing, the second group rushed over, turned around above their heads, and the pilots of the army aviation unit who calmly floated away were laughing, Lei Zhen was laughing, the ghost was laughing, Luo Sanpao was laughing, and even Wang Ersheng, the second squad leader who was watered by Jiangdong Sun Shangxiang and was still cramping his legs, was also laughing.

Whether it's friend or foe, right or evil, everybody's fucking laughing anyway.

Ordered to burn two tanks, if you don't kill this group of enemies, Luo Sanpao will die on the military execution ground, looking at the overwhelming crowd rushing towards the train, he is even more happy and uncontrollable, an indescribable impulse makes Luo Sanpao suddenly fold his hands into a trumpet shape, and shouts loudly at the brothers of the peasant rebel army who crossed the sea with the eight immortals crossing the sea and swarming to the ground, which can really be called disorganized, and completely exposed the characteristics of the miscellaneous army: "Hi, hook you to dig!" Yours, greatly good! Grandpa I, the god of Missy Mixi! Nong, it's a good death!! ”

Luo Sanpao's words can only be fully understood by authentic Shanghainese who have come into contact with Yue himself, as well as with British or Americans. How could those brothers of the peasant rebels of the Burmese Reading Army understand such a profound cry that integrates the world's language into a great song?

But they are also human beings, and they can also deeply feel the heartfelt sincerity in Luo Sanpao's language, and they can feel Luo Sanpao's happiness to the limit, and the excitement of being so happy that it is unbearably happy.

Even if there is an absolute barrier in language communication, the peasant rebel brothers who rushed to the front and had already pounced on the hillside with a vicious dog-like action still raised their heads and showed an undisguised frank smile at Luo Sanpao with pain and happiness. And their gaze, at the first time, fell on the materials that Luo Sanpao threw on the side of the road and had already fallen.

Glancing at the Burmese peasant rebel brothers who had all rushed out of cover and rushed towards the train, Luo Sanpao suddenly let out a roar that he was unwilling to reveal his true colors until now: "Yours, die, die, work!" ”

Just when all the brothers of the peasant rebel army looked at each other and didn't know why, the rabbit standing behind Luo Sanpao took a deep breath, he suddenly looked back, looked ahead with the most shocked and incredible eyes, and suddenly let out a hysterical cry to the limit, so that a normal person listened, and he would never dare to turn off the lights and sleep at night!! ”

Although I haven't learned any Buddhist magic skills and lion roars, although I don't understand the rumors of thousands of miles supported by internal forces, but the rabbit grows tall and big, and even hundreds of pounds of earth cannons can be carried on the body like a toy.

Although no amplification equipment was used, the rabbit's scream was really a sonic shock to the audience, and those peasant rebel brothers who lacked formal military training, in the face of such hysterical screams, looked at the rabbit's unbelievable facial expression, they involuntarily turned their heads together and looked in the direction of the rabbit's gaze.

What they see is an absolutely dazzling red sun that is selflessly shining on the entire earth with its own fire and heat!

The sharp sunlight stinged everyone's eyes slightly in an instant, and just when they involuntarily narrowed their eyes slightly, they suddenly heard a Chinese roar with a correct tone and a standard pronunciation, "Fire!" ”

"Da Da Da ......"

Submachine guns, squad light machine guns, vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, I don't know how many automatic weapons there are, began to strafe wildly in an instant, at this time don't say anything about the rain of bullets, don't say anything about Uncle Death's scythe began to swing, not to mention what bullets cut bullet marks in the air that can be seen by the naked eye.

As long as you listen to the deafening sound of heavy machine gun fire, and look at the bullets that are fixed on the wagons and should be gentle and harmless, suddenly crawling out of the [***] people, with a hideous smile of happiness and revenge, turn the heavy machine guns on the tank turret, and then look at the bullets on the chain of heavy machine gun bullets, neatly arranged, as sharp as shark teeth, which make people's hearts chill, it is enough to make these lack of actual combat experience, The peasant rebel brothers, who did not know how to protect themselves on the battlefield at all, stiffened their bodies, as if they were a group of fools, standing there in a daze, using their flesh and blood bodies to meet the baptism of bullets.

At this time, the Thompson large-caliber submachine gun in their hands was really too gentle, and the mildness made them involuntarily think of the word shotgun. Those large-caliber vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns that can be used for air defense and can be lifted up to hit fighter planes, and the bullets are really heavy, long, and thick, and the bullet casings can be ejected from the barrel of the gun four or five meters away as soon as the trigger is pulled, and the bullets fired from the chamber of the gun hit the body of a person, as if they were pounding garlic with a wooden stick.

Blood and flesh were splashing everywhere, the terrible sound of bones shattering, screams of pain beyond the limits of human tolerance, and the explosions of grenades thrown from the carriage formed one after another, forming a primitive chapter of blood and fire, death and survival.

This is no longer a battle at all, but a one-sided slaughter.

Yes, this is the slaughter! The brothers of the peasant rebel army, who ran out of their bunkers, had forgotten about the battle, and were only left with the search for victory in their minds, were no longer warriors, but a group of peasants who saw the benefits, and if they didn't grab a handful and didn't get a little touch, they would not be able to sleep at night! In this case, even if they still have guns in their hands, in the face of such a terrible surprise attack, their instinctive reaction is definitely not to immediately find cover or raise their guns to shoot back, but to involuntarily drop the weapons in their hands and cover their heads with both hands.

This instinctive response of the human body, in most cases, can indeed effectively reduce the chance of injury to the body. But at such a close distance, in the face of such dense firepower coverage, in the face of more than a dozen vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, dozens of submachine guns, God knows how many rifle pistol shots and miscellaneous grenade bombardment, even if they eat fasting and chant Buddha every day, even if it is my Buddha's mercy, how many people can escape?!

Of course, among these peasant brothers, there was also a small group of resolute hearts, and when they faced the surprise attack, they had already thrown themselves to the ground, raised their guns and prepared to return fire. But the bullets of the heavy machine guns hit the brothers around them, the pieces of blood and minced flesh that exploded, smashed down on the head and face, the warm, hot, wet and greasy touch, clinging to their bare skin in the air, slowly slipping, slowly dripping, just ask how many people in this world have not undergone rigorous training, have no actual combat experience, and can ignore all this with their own will, with a nerve that is harder than a steel wire, no, it should be a steel bar and a steel block, to shoot the bullet in the chamber?

Even if there are really one or two such thunder-shaking characters, I am afraid that as soon as the gun in his hand goes off and the bullets fired by a few heavy machine guns, they will invariably greet him together, completely nipping such a character who is qualified to create a legend in the bud.

In the end, the supreme commander of the peasant rebel army, who followed the large army out of the bunker, was really stunned in the face of this scene, but he was not crazy or stupid, this commander who had received military training on Hainan Island through the intelligence agency of the "southern system" of this book, shouted loudly: "Retreat, retreat immediately!" ”

The commander's reaction cannot be said to be unpleasant, and his orders cannot be said to be wrong, as long as they regain the commanding heights, even if only a small number of people can return to their original positions alive and launch an attack from a high position, they will still have the upper hand!

But...... Stop dreaming!

"Retreat? Welcome, you come closer, let Lao Tzu play more accurately! ”

At this time, the third squad leader Hong Tai was really going crazy with laughter, looking at the group of Burmese peasant rebel brothers who were beaten like ducks, watching them cry and call their mothers, even throwing away the guns in their hands and rushing back, but because the hillside was too steep, he could only jump helplessly there, jumping up three feet, and sliding down five feet, he only felt that he led his brothers off the train in advance, and then took a shortcut to march continuously, and finally seized the commanding heights at the cost of almost exhaustion, all these efforts were worth it.

It's not just worth it, it's really worth it, it's really fucking worth it!

Maybe it's really tired, everyone wants to reduce the weight, maybe it's because of the high yesterday, the grenade is easier to use, without the order of the third squad leader Hong Tai, the first attack launched by each of the brothers of the special service platoon was to throw a grenade.

Because they had to march in a hurry, they were equipped with offensive grenades.

What is an offensive grenade, it is the kind of play that is relatively light in weight and of course less lethal, but at this time, looking at the series of grenades that smashed over, the field commander who took the lead in running back, his face showed a paleness and despair, because he clearly saw that those offensive grenades that were constantly rolling in the air but the trajectory was not very standard, and the magazines of a Thompson-style submachine gun were tied with strips of cloth!

There were eleven people in a squad of spies, and they threw eleven offensive grenades. Each grenade was strapped to the magazine of a Thompson submachine gun, and each magazine contained thirty rounds, eleven multiplied by thirty, which is thirty or thirty rounds!

In other words, those who smashed their heads and faces were bombarded by eleven grenades, plus the instantaneous scattering of three hundred and thirty bullets!

As the roar of the grenade sounded, the field commander who rushed to the front was the first to fall to the ground, and just before his eyes went black and he involuntarily fell into a coma, only one thought came to his mind: "It's over, it's all over!" ”

Yes, although they have an absolute advantage in numbers, but at the beginning of this battle, they not only lost the terrain advantage, but also lost a soldier, a soldier's most valuable will to fight on the battlefield! It is because of these two points that their group of soldiers who were ambushed but ambushed by the other side are destined to be wiped out in this life-and-death Jedi without any cover and no way to escape!

When everything finally returned to calm, leaving only the rustling sound of leather boots on the ground, the commander, who was stunned by the wave of grenade gas and did not know how many pieces of shrapnel were embedded in his body, finally regained his consciousness and reluctantly opened his eyes.

He lay on the ground, obliquely looking at the scene in front of him, looking at the corpses, his eyes couldn't help but be sour, these corpses were just half an hour ago, still alive talking and jumping, happy will laugh loudly, sad will cry hard brother!

However, the field commander's attention was soon drawn to a man standing beside him.

In this battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke and blood, among those professional soldiers who are armed with automatic weapons and are still counting corpses, he is the most eye-catching. Not because he was closest to him, not because of the rank on his military uniform, which represented the rank of the captain's platoon leader, but the man's eyes that were so deep that people couldn't resist at all, the faint sadness on his face.

As if feeling the scrutiny of this field commander, he turned his head, and the eyes of the two soldiers met in an instant.

"Are you their head?"

Although he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, the field commander knew what the other party was saying, he nodded slightly, and at the same time, two big tears had oozed from the corners of his eyes, and slowly slipped out two long tear stains on his face stained with gunsmoke and mud.

"I'm the head of those down there."

The person who could introduce himself to the other party like this was, of course, Lei Zhen, who sat directly next to the field commander. Just now, the two professional soldiers who were trying to find ways to annihilate each other in one fell swoop, at this time, actually approached each other in the most bizarre way.

The war is over, the victory and defeat have been divided, and there is no more tension in the bodies of these two commanders, although they have each other's blood on their hands, but there is not even hatred to be found on their faces.

The war between two peoples, who are also facing a strong enemy, must fight to the death with the invaders for the sake of survival and disgrace, and have no conflict of interests themselves, is helpless.

"They're good, really good."

Listening to Lei Zhen's words, the field commander's eyes scanned back and forth on the battlefield, but in the blur of tears, a smile of such sadness and pride appeared on his face.

Lei Zhen's evaluation is sincere, with his vision and experience, there are few troops who can make him make such recognition. It wasn't until the time of cleaning up the battlefield that Lei Zhen discovered that there were still women and underage children in such an army, and when they faced a surprise attack and faced death, although they panicked and basically did not form a strong counterattack, but the bodies of each woman and child were often covered with the bodies of several other men.

These are soldiers who are not good soldiers, and when they are facing death, they are still good men after all!

And Lei Zhen, who has had too much experience, knows more clearly how terrible such an army that fights tiger brothers and fathers and sons will become as long as it has experienced the baptism of war!

After a moment of silence, Lei Zhen stretched out his hand and pointed to the field commander's injury, and said, "You are not mortally injured, you are still saved, do you want me to help you?" ”

The field commander shook his head, he could feel Lei Zhen's sincerity, but he, like Lei Zhen, had the pride of a soldier, if he couldn't live victoriously, he would rather die a glorious battle on the battlefield with all the brothers who believed in him!

"We don't want to invade you, we ourselves are a country that has been traumatized by war and must now fight for survival. If I had a choice, I wish we were friends and didn't have to fight to the death on the battlefield. ”

With a soft sigh, Lei Zhen stood up again, he glanced at the wounded all over his body, and the blood flowing from his body, slowly seeping through the man who was so thick and so heavy under their feet, and finally he turned his head and walked towards the train that had been extinguished the flames, but still emitting wisps of white smoke.

Lei Zhen didn't say goodbye to each other, because both of them knew that the two men and soldiers with their own directions and sense of mission would never meet again!

Lying on the ground, watching Lei Zhen's back slowly disappear, the field commander exhaled lightly and slowly closed his eyes.

When everything returned to calm, a gold cherry branch medal pinned to the field commander's collar by Lei Zhen was still shining faintly in the sun.

"Big brother, we've won!"

Facing the brothers of the spy platoon with ecstatic faces, and facing the boiling and happiness of the car, Lei Zhen's face was as calm as water, and he said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "Are we really victorious?" Even if it is really won, this is also a most helpless victory, right? ”

(To be continued)