After searching a hundred miles north, Chen Mincong did not have enough fuel and was ready to return. Suddenly, he saw a Japanese convoy. Six troop carriers, under the cover of four destroyers, were heading south at high speed.

"The badger calls the cactus! The badger calls the cactus! He turned on the radio and called the air combat command in Guadalcanal.

"Six transport ships were found. On the other hand, six transport ships were found. ”

Chen Mincong's wings were crooked and he slammed into the enemy ship diagonally. In broad daylight, the Japanese were really bold enough to break into the "Saguchi Strait." Did they really think that the Karnal airfield was completely destroyed by their battleships?

Allied destroyers also spotted Chinese fighters. All the anti-aircraft guns fired intensively at Chen Mincong. Chen Mincong flipped a somersault, dived vertically over the enemy fleet, and fell like a pebble from a transport ship. At an altitude of about five hundred meters, he dropped a bomb and fled close to the surface of the sea. When he pulled up again, the ship was blazing.

Three Zero fighters swooped down from high in the sky and entangled Chen Mincong. It turned out that the Allies were not defenseless. Chen Mincong dived towards the sea, and the machine gun shells fired by the Zero machine were all fired from the Zero machine on the left, bottom, and left. His plane shook violently, apparently being shot.

He can't hesitate, any vacillation can only be a dead end. He flew close to the trough sea, so low that his wingtips swept over the waves of the sea. He knew that the Zero had poor performance at low altitude and low speed, so he gambled his life on it.

The nose of the machine was heavy, and he was sweating from the joystick with both hands. He staggered towards Karnal, with the Zero's net of fire above and the sea below. Twelve hours earlier, the horror of death he had experienced had struck him again. But this time fate is in his hands, and he still has confidence.

The Zero was finally freed, and he ran out of gas. He is now fifty kilometers from the Iron Bottom Bay and four thousand at a height. Fortunately, the radio was still intact, and he reported his position to General Lin Yi. Air Force Colonel Lin Yi is an air veteran of World War II, and he knows how to care for his subordinates.

The gliding performance of the Warhawk-3 was not good, the height and speed were not ideal, the trough sea was empty, and there was no ship to pick him up. He had only one way left to make a forced landing at sea.

Chen Mincong finally lowered the plane to the sea. He had barely had time to climb out of the cockpit when the plane sank. The nose of the plane sank first, the tail was still warped on the sea, and the horizontal rudder of the tail was faintly visible in the waves.

The water in the trough sea is warm. He blew up his life jacket. Floats on the water. Training at the military school helped. General Lin Yi's strict requirements also played a role. Otherwise. He didn't want to be busy today, it was impossible for him to think of wearing a life jacket.

The sea in the Solomon theater of operations does not seem to be terrible, there are islands everywhere. The sea water is not cold, and the sea rescue of the Chinese army is also excellent. But there is also a terrifying side, except for the Iron Bottom Bay of Karnal and Tulagi Island, the other islands are full of allied forces. The Chinese who fell into the hands of the Japanese army, especially the pilots, are said to have even their hearts and livers dug out and eaten raw.

The sea was not kind, there were a surprisingly large number of sharks, and many shipwrecks had lost their lives in the trough sea and the iron-bottom bay.

Chen Mincong was lucky, and a Chinese motorized torpedo boat rescued him.

Min Cong was warmly received on the boat, drank wine, ate white rice, and smoked cigarettes. Only then did he know that the Allied battleships attacked by these torpedo boats with their torpedo boats last night were the Mt. Fuji and the Mt. Fuji, which had almost killed him.

When he asked if there had been any results last night, Colonel Sun Shangshan, the supreme commander of the torpedo boat, shook his head.

"It didn't work out." Sun Shangshan said with a wry smile. "After all, we are only small-tonnage torpedo boats, no match for the opposing destroyers. And those damn little devils, too careful. ”

The Army, Air Force and Navy are closely related in Karnal and share a common destiny. Chen Mincong feels that the world is so big, but it is so small.

The next day, he re-boarded another Navy vintage Sea Shark dive bomber to bomb the fleet that had been unloaded at Kuah yesterday. Before the Allies finished unloading, the ship stopped at Cape Taibo, east of the airfield. In order to avoid the vicious Chinese planes, three Allied cargo ships rushed to the beach of Taibo Point. Now that they had become dead targets, Chen Mincong had no trouble killing them all.

Later, he heard from the intelligence officers that the names of the three ships were: "Sasako Maru", "Kyushu Maru" and "Azuma Maru".

He was bombed at night, attacked during the day, was shot down and then changed to another plane, and tried to live a good life in Guadalcanal. The only advantage is that the allies have more aircraft, more warships, and more troops, so the honor of being a soldier is also high.

Then just keep killing, killing, killing, until you're done.

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After surviving the shelling on the night of 13 May, Lieutenant Colonel Wang Huiqing was convinced that he would not die.

When a person is at the mercy of fate, he is dazed, confused, and afraid.

And as soon as he chokes the throat of fate, he is the winner, he has self-confidence, has the will, and life will change from disorder to order.

At the climax of the Allied battleship shelling, Wang Huiqing thought he was finished. The lives picked from Singapore, the lives fought out from Indonesia, were to be lost in a damp hole.

After the shelling, Wang Huiqing took action. Together with his herald Kong Ying, he learned from the mole to fortify their anti-artillery holes.

Kong Ying really has a hand in digging holes and repairing fortifications. He did not go to an engineering school, but with the reality of his peasant background, he built the anti-artillery hole like a castle. He cut down tall trees, knocked down branches, and laid them out on the top of the cave.

He took corrugated iron sheets from an abandoned wooden house nearby, covered them with wood, and then laid a row of logs vertically. Each log is more than 20 centimeters in diameter, horizontally and horizontally, and the top of the log is up to five feet thick.

Kong Ying then filled it with six feet of red clay, half of which was sand. Although this anti-artillery hole is irregular, it can withstand direct hits from large-caliber guns.

He also made log pillars in the hole. Two spare tunnels were dug, drainage ditches were opened, and flooring was laid. His hands and feet are constantly alive. When Wang Huiqing's new residence was completed, he said solemnly with his pipe: "I think the king can live in it." ”

No sooner had the new house been completed than another major artillery bombardment by the Allied fleet. This. Wang Huiqing is full of security. With Kong Ying, you will feel that life is beautiful and interesting, not like a war, but a pleasant trip.

The defensive line of the 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Regiment of the 1st Marine Division was south of the Karnal airfield, about a kilometer from the runway, and was a hill with two mountain packs. According to the principle that whoever fought there had the right to name it, it was called Siyuling.

A month earlier, the Japanese Kawaguchi Kiyoken Brigade had launched a daring attack on the ridge, which was crushed by the commandos of the 1st Marine Division and 1st Battalion. The battalion commander is Lin Siyu, so he got this name.

The ridge is 2,000 meters long. It is a kilometer wide. The slope is gentle, the foot of the mountain is connected to the rainforest, and the mountain is covered with kula grass. Kula grass leaves are toothed and up to six feet tall. Tropical plants grow fast. A month ago, the hillside was riddled with craters. Now I can't see anything. The wind blows. The penny grass undulates in layers like ocean waves.

A major officer of the first battalion led Wang Huiqing to see the turf. The first battalion handed over the criss-crossed fortifications, machine gun nests, and cantonment bunkers to Wang Huiqing, with special emphasis on several ridge-shaped barbed wire fences on the hillside:

"It's all up to them when it's time to fight. Lieutenant Colonel, you have to hold on. We shed our blood for it. ”

He patted Wang Huiqing on the shoulder and said very emotionally: "We guard the mountain on our left hand." Behind it is the airport, and Siyuling is the only commanding height in the defense line of the 1st Marine Division. It is like the 203 heights in Lushun back then, and the Allies will go all out to take it. If you can't stand it, please say hello early. ”

There was some arrogance in the words. Wang Huiqing understands him, all soldiers who have fought and shed blood are so energetic. He looks at how you do, not how you say.

"I'm from Indonesia and I know how to teach those guys a lesson!" Wang Huiqing replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The other party was in awe. Immediately afterwards, they began to explain the radio codes, artillery contact signals, and ground-to-air contact call signs.

"Marines, only the planes and artillery are first-class, and they fight as accurately as rifles." The major's frenzy came up again, he copied a Zhonghua Type B semi-automatic rifle, and patted the bolt: "Our marines have used this kind of gun for more than ten years. We love to use this old guy too. We had also snatched a lot of Lessing submachine guns, which were usually quite fancy, and when we got into battle, we were thrown into the Lunga. Nu-"

He pointed to a small river to the west. Most of its rivers are covered by dense forests, and the sound of water can be heard from days of rain, and the water is turbulent. The major complained again, it sounded no different from what Lin Siyu said, it was really worthy of life and death together.

"Don't forget to keep the reserves." Wallace finally admonished.

"Thank you, I'll contact you if you have something." Wang Huiqing sent the major away and immediately went to the artillery commander who belonged to the Jungle Army. His education accustomed him to a scientific tactical scheme, the key of which was artillery.

Because on this damn Guadalcanal, tanks simply don't have room to play, and even armored vehicles are basically incapable of walking. The only ones that could provide heavy firepower were the artillery of the Jungle Army.

Major Wu Bing was a Burmese man. However, this does not prevent him from already considering himself a member of the Chinese family. Because he understands where the lives of millions of people in Myanmar come from, he is determined to protect the hard-won province of Myanmar today. He has a very pointed hooked nose, well-developed jaws, chestnut skin, and black hair.

Major Wu Bing knew early on that little Japan was killing Burmese people in Southeast Asia, and he repeatedly applied to be transferred to the Sixth Army to fight the Japanese, but his applications were all withheld.

"The road to the Pacific Ocean also leads to Tokyo." His boss advised him.

There is no surname in Myanmar, Wu Bing is his first name. Even if Myanmar has now become a province of China, according to China's policy towards all ethnic groups, the government will not erase the civilization of all ethnic groups except for popularizing Chinese language teaching.

In fact, Wu Bing began to regard the first character of his name as his surname very early, and many soldiers called him Chief Wu, and he also responded happily.

The commander of the 11th Artillery Regiment of the Conglin Group Army introduced Major Wu Bing to Lieutenant Colonel Wang Huiqing and said to him: "Don't worry about leaving your affairs to him, what he can't do, others have no way." ”

Wu Bing's artillery company was located on a small hill at the bend of the Longjia River, with an open firing range and good camouflage, and was mainly responsible for the defense of the west bank of the Longjia River and Siyuling. This required Wu Bing to quickly rotate the cannon horizontally at an angle of 150 degrees in an emergency and fire continuously. He was in charge of ten cannons. For a two-and-a-half-ton 105-mm gun, this machine-gun fire was not easy.

After exchanging greetings with Wu Bing, Wang Huiqing told the artillery company commander the location and posture of his battalion. Major Wu Bing nodded, took out a self-drawn large-scale map, and scratched it with his finger: "Is this here?"

"Yes, and here. I ask that your artillery fire be able to reach from the barbed wire fence to the edge of the rainforest, a total of 300 meters. My first trench was twenty meters behind the barbed wire. Major, in an emergency, I hit two white flares. Your artillery will hit my first line of trenches, whoever is there. ”

"I understand."

Wang Huiqing filled in his defense area in detail on Wu Bing's map. The Burmese officer immediately divided the defense zone into grids, each of which was marked with a code name. These grids are centered on artillery positions. Radiate outward. Every 15 degrees is a color, and as long as the color and area code are announced, you can shoot accurately even in the dark. With the meticulousness of all artillery officers of the Chinese National Defense Forces. Wang Huiqing was very satisfied.

Wang Huiqing suggested that his communications corps erect two new telephone lines. Call signs and code words on the radio were also negotiated. Because. Allied radio stations would interfere with communications by wawing and wahing.

In the end, Wang Huiqing invited Wu Bing to his "palace" for a glass of wine. In Karnal, wine and beverages are the most precious things.

On the arduous island of Karnal. Ban in the army, alcohol. The ban became non-existent here, because the Pacific theater of operations seemed to have abandoned this place, and the officers and soldiers on the island needed such things as alcohol. In several airdrops, the Pacific Theater Command seems to have taken this into account and sent them a lot of wine and beverages. Although it was some low-alcohol beer, it was already rare for these hard-working soldiers.

Wu Bing seemed to be drunk and sang Burmese songs. He intermittently recounted his life story, he used to live in southern Burma, dissatisfied with British rule, and secretly moved his family to the pilot city of China, living in the pilot city of Burma.

In order to be able to join the Chinese nationality, he joined the army and became a member of the Jungle Group Army. He trained hard all the way, studied hard, and put in more energy and sweat than others. Fortunately, it was all worth it, and he became the pride of the whole company and was sent to the Chinese Army Command College. After completing all disciplines, he returned to the Jungle Army and became the commander of an artillery company.

When the salary came, his family's life was better, and he worked harder. Because he wants to control his own destiny, he will never allow him to return to the life of being slaughtered by others.

Somehow, Wang Huiqing remembered her own research on Western civilization. He remembered the God of the underworld, and in the Western worldview, it was He who created so many nations and races, which created greed, and inequality, and that some people or groups wanted to control and enslave other people and other groups, and so there was war, and war was God's Tower of Babylon to mankind. Everyone is so small on the planet, but they are closely related on the chessboard of war.

"Brother Huiqing, don't worry, the allied devils won't climb your position, I'm ......" Wu Bing patted his chest.

It started to rain outside, and it was pouring and weeping. Two soldiers who make a career out of killing people talk about killing people, but they don't like to kill people. They talked about religion, about culture, about Burmese festivals, on a wild island in the Pacific Ocean, on a stormy night, there were two people, two glasses of wine, .......

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The continuous shelling of the 3rd Battleship Squadron of the Japanese-American Combined Fleet covered the large-scale landing of Japanese infantry on Kuah Island. Every night, Allied destroyers, transports, and barges docked at Cape Esparnes, Cape Santa Cruz, Cape Colly, and Cape Taibo, unloading heavy artillery, anti-aircraft guns, ammunition, food, and soldiers.

The Allied High Command decided to conquer Kuah at all costs and sent the Sendai Commander, the second division of the Imperial Army, to Kuah. The commander of the division, Lieutenant General Maruyama Masao, said to Lieutenant General Hyakutake Haroyoshi and the chief of staff of the 17th Army Major General Miyazaki in Rabaul: "Where the Ichiki detachment and the Kawaguchi brigade failed, the 2nd Division will definitely succeed. Since the time of the Russo-Japanese War, our division has never retreated. I don't know what failure is. ”

In order to prepare for the Guadalcanal Raid, all the army, navy and air force forces were concentrated in the Solomon theater. A strategically insignificant and tactically limited airfield (the same airfield could have been built on other islands of the Solomon Islands) was deprived of the high Allied command because of the "face" of the Imperial Army......

As for the strategic situation, Captain Wei Dong is not clear. He wasn't interested either. That's "the business of people with Venus on their epaulettes." He only knew how to defend the valley between the two hills of Siyu Ridge. The fate of his company of 200 men was tied to this valley. In addition to the valley, there was also a stomach, and Wei Dong pulled red diarrhea for a week, pulling his two-hundred-pound man to the point of exhaustion.

Wei Dong knew that the real bloody battle was coming. Allied scouts were haunting the edge of the rainforest more and more often, testing the reality of the Chinese army, and the Allied artillery completed the test firing. The sound of logging could be heard in the rainforest every day, and it was the Allied sappers who were opening forest roads for the infantry. White smoke rose from the rainforest, and it was the Allied soldiers cooking.

Wei Dong showed his attentiveness and imagination. He ordered his troops to dig up firing points, bunkers, and repair as many spare machine gun nests as possible. Because Little Japan has always come at night. Shooting discipline is of particular importance. Even if the position is broken through. Also block the enemy's follow-up forces with machine guns.

As for hand-to-hand combat, in the barracks, the instructor told him: with a pistol, with a butt. Sapper shovels. With a dagger. As long as there is no fear, the enemy is not a big deal at all, because every one who goes out of the barracks is an elite.

In the evening, Wei Dong's right eye kept jumping. His hometown is in the Northeast. Those farmers who have grown corn all their lives are a little superstitious, and the left eye jumps to wealth, and the right eye jumps is a disaster, and the little devils may be attacking.

The rainforest became surprisingly quiet, the sappers who felled the trees stopped chopping, the Allied snipers who were deliberately shouting to lure the Chinese army into shooting were silent, and even the forest birds were silent.

In the clouds of smoke at dusk, it becomes a static picture. Silence, deathly silence, not even the noise of the radio in space.

Many veterans had a premonition of an ominous pre-war silence.

The kula grass at the edge of the rainforest in the distance was shaking, and there was no wind, probably the Allied soldiers lurking, approaching the attacking position.

The weather was very dull, the air pressure was low, and Wei Dong felt sad in his heart. He longed for a lightning bolt of war to cut through the maddening silence.

Lightning strikes, nature's lightning. A large cloud rushed in from the direction of Iron Bottom Bay, which suddenly darkened the dusk sky, and the rain came as soon as it was said, beginning as raindrops, and then turning into rain curtains, rain curtains, and rain walls.

The sky turned into a sea of storms. A solid wall of water that flooded everything.

Wei Dong was drenched, he didn't care about hiding from the rain, he kept holding the telephone receiver in his left hand and a signal gun in his right hand.

His only thought was that if the Allies threw off the camouflage net and prepared to charge, the heavy rain would drain most of their fire. Now the stream is flowing sideways, and the ground is full of mud, and it is knee-deep, and it is impossible to charge.

The rain has finally become smaller, and there is a limit to the amount of water that the sky can hold. The rain was still falling, the air was stuffy like a steam bath, and the mosquitoes came out to bite people, and they had to insist on not slapping, which was really terrible.

Finally appeared. From the depths of the southern dense forest, two red signal rockets sprang up, one of which was of poor mass and stalled at half the altitude. The other rose to the top, leaving a tortuous trail.

Allied artillery and mortars began a barrage of fire. The Type 92 heavy machine gun, nicknamed "The French Girl's Kiss", also roared, large swaths of kula grass fell one after another, and colorful tracer bullets flew wildly over the Blood Ridge.

The officers and men of Wang Huiqing's battalion all pulled their fingers on the trigger, waiting for the sound of the board that made their blood boil.

The unseen Japanese soldiers thus rushed out of the forest. According to the carefully selected charging route in advance, they adopted the usual tactics of the Japanese soldiers: dense frontal, narrow and narrow sections, high impact velocity, and great impact momentum.

With this tactic, they had already conquered vast spaces a few years ago. Those who have never seen the battle array are bound to have a great inner terror. Because almost in the blink of an eye, they rushed in front of them.

They did not rush in front of them, and between them and the defenders, there were two ridges of barbed wire. It has played a big role in previous battles, so it has specially obtained these barbed wire fences from abandoned farms.

The barbed wire fence of the 1st Marine Division had already sunk in the iron-bottom bay along with the cargo ships. Some of the barbed wire was flown in. If during the day, Allied artillery and sappers would blow up the barbed wire, but at night, the barbed wire was hidden in the Kula grass, and the Japanese soldiers were not mentally prepared, and the attacking team hesitated in front of it, like waves crashing against rocks.

"Fire!" Wang Huiqing gave the order, and Wei Dong also gave the order. The machine guns of the Chinese army fired at the same time according to the predetermined position and distance. Several of the twin 12.7 mm heavy machine gun positions were the most intense. This kind of heavy machine gun, specially modified for the enemy's large-scale charge, is known as the "killing god" on the ground battlefield, and its effect can be called the real battlefield killing god.

Major Wu Bing's artillery, according to Wang Huiqing's instructions, fired at the edge of the rainforest, and immediately built a wall of fire between the Allied attacking forces and the follow-up troops.

The steel and flames of the Chinese army swept down the Allied soldiers who were approaching the barbed wire. No one could see anyone clearly in the dark night, and Wang Huiqing almost drove the entire battalion crazy in order to train them in night shooting and firepower coordination in the past half a month.

The wounded Japanese soldiers let out a shrill shout. This dying cry cannot be stopped by any amount of rigorous training. Their formation began to get confused. Density began to decline. The momentum gradually decreased, and after paying the price of heavy casualties, the remnants of the Japanese retreated to their original starting point.

A large force of Japanese troops broke through the barbed wire fence and rushed into the Marine defense area. Headed by a Japanese officer. Wield a sword. Command your subordinates to jump into the Marines' trenches and fox holes and kill the Marines.

A small Japanese soldier jumped into Weidong's trench, and Weidong shot him. missed, he approached Wei Dong and stabbed with a bayonet. Wei Dong hid around a corner and fired several shots with his pistol before killing him.

Mortars of the second battalion also opened fire. Wu's 105-mm guns fired more and more fiercely, and the hillside turned into a sea of fire, finally cutting the Allied attacking force in two. Wang Huiqing applauded loudly on the phone. Moreover, he used his knowledge of Western civilization to memorize a passage from the Bible with great interest: "The Lord stretched out his hand, and took hold of my mouth, and said to me, 'Today I will uproot, tear down, destroy and overthrow." ”

After the Japanese attack lost momentum, Wei Dong commanded the reserves to wipe out all the Japanese troops who rushed in.

Fierce fighting also broke out on the commando positions adjacent to the Marines. Gunshots, grenades rang out. After a while, Wu Bing's artillery fired at the assault battalion's position again, causing a gap in front of the second battalion's position.

The Japanese troops rushed in and broke through three barbed wires. Wang Huiqing clearly saw a fierce Japanese officer in the firelight, wielding a war knife and slashing wildly. Behind him, an Allied soldier held a plaster flag aloft, creating a strange and frightening picture.

The tracer bullets of the Chinese army shuttled and intertwined around them, and they did not hit them. There are all kinds of strange things in war.

The positions of the 2nd battalion were broken through. The lake-like Japanese army shouted as they rushed forward. Their goal is the airfield. In the firelight of the night battle, you can even see Chinese planes lined up along the runway.

The Japanese assault troops were like mercury, and no one could find their shadows, but they were drilling in the east and west, and even a small group of Japanese troops surrounded Wang Huiqing's battalion. There was scuffle everywhere on the hillside, and part of the machine guns of the Chinese army had to turn their guns and shoot at the shadows in the dark. The battle came to the last minute. Wang Huiqing picked up the microphone of the radio station and desperately called Wu Bing:

"Green Thirteen, grenades, rapid fire, fast! The enemy broke through my positions. ”

Wu Bing asked uneasily: "The Green Thirteenth District is in the middle of your position. ”

"I can't take care of it, it's fast, I can't stand it if it's late. I'm sorry, I'm going to organize the battalion headquarters to get rid of the damn little devils. ”

Major Wu Bing didn't ask anymore. Heavy artillery fire began to fall twenty meters in front of the battalion headquarters, and scorching fragments flew one after another, knocking down anyone who was standing upright, whether Japanese or Chinese. The mobile 75-mm guns and 37-mm rapid-fire guns of the Chinese army were also transferred to the Siyuling area and fired at the enemy with direct aiming.

Wang Huiqing was surrounded by Japanese moans. He could see nothing but the flash of the shell explosion. He slipped out of the bunker, put on a steel helmet, and shot into the darkness with the assault rifle in his hand. The guards around him constantly threw grenades, he shot poorly, and liked to use grenades.

Thanks to Wang Huiqing's efforts, he finally organized a group of clerks, engineers, communications soldiers, doctors, and several officers to counterattack the enemy, and eliminated the enemy with daggers, military stabs, and grenades.

By the time they returned to the trenches, they were covered in blood—the enemy's and their own, some of them had their arms broken, some of them blind.

It was too dark to be rescued, so they had to endure until dawn, and some people died of pain.

When Wei Dong jumped out of the trench and threw a grenade at the little devil, he was shot in the stomach. The penetration of the little devil rifle is very great, and the blood water spurts out at once. Wei Dong covered his stomach with a triangular scarf and continued to shoot at the allied soldiers. Gradually, the whole abdomen became numb, and the numbness rose all the way to the chest and brain. He leaned against the chest wall and struggled to call out to his orderly, "Hill...... Hill ......"

When he woke up, the battle continued. He was awakened by pain. The guard Xiaoshan was carrying him in the direction of the airport. The vibration caused the blood to come out again, rubbing against Xiaoshan's back, and the pain made Wei Dong almost faint again. He called softly, "Xiaoshan, let me go, I can't stand it." ”

Wang Huiqing finally connected to Lin Siyu's second company, and he has always regarded the second company as a battalion reserve, and he will never use it unless he has to. The commander of the second company waited for the order in the middle of the night, and was already impatient, and as soon as he received the order, he crushed the Japanese army according to the counterattack route that had been chosen.

Wang Huiqing thanked Wu Bing on the radio and congratulated him on the achievements of the night battle. The Burmese officer replied with an interesting biblical remark: "Look, I have made you a fortified city, a pillar of iron, and a wall of brass. ”

Every half hour, the Japanese attacked. The same place, the same way, the same shouting "Hooray!" It is also repulsed, like a periodic tide, which stores energy, rises, reaches the high tide line, and finally, reluctantly recedes.

Their rigid canons and mechanical tactics greatly simplified the defense of the Chinese army. The entire 11th Artillery Regiment poured all its firepower in front of Si Yuling, truly "saturating" this area.

The divisional reserve was also transferred to the command of Wang Huiqing, and the Japanese army that broke through the defense line could be counterattacked at any time.

The Japanese army became more and more tired, and the Chinese army became more and more brave until the sky was dark. The division commander, General Liu Qing, encouraged Wang Huiqing on the phone: "Huiqing, don't worry, my old guy is behind you, what you lack, what I provide." As soon as the morning dawned, the play was performed by us. ”

Wang Huiqing felt warm: the more confident he was in the battle, the more he never felt lonely, and he felt very happy.

Wei Dong woke up for the second time, and it was already dawn. His abdomen was completely numb. He touched it with his hand, wrapped it in a neat bandage, and looked at his body, which had changed into a dirty hospital gown. He has already had surgery.

He saw the hill and asked, "Has the attack of the Allied devils repelled 7?"

Xiaoshan nodded: "All the enemy soldiers who rushed through the barbed wire fence were all killed. After daybreak, our planes took off and drove the enemy back into the rainforest. Company commander, I stood on the blood ridge and looked down, on the hillside where the rain had just been drenched, there were gray corpses of devils, and there were many American GIs in it, there were thousands of corpses, no matter who it was, most of the corpses were mutilated. Many of our men have also died, and we have only one hundred and fifty men left who can still fight. ”

"The soldiers are all good, worthy of my soldiers." Wei Dong closed his eyes, he finally held the valley, and there were only one hundred and fifty people left in the two-hundred-man wing, and a quarter of the strength was gone. Don't look at it as only fifty people, but these are the elite of the Marine Corps. A brother who has lived and died for several years, and the death of one is enough for him to feel distressed for several days. Fifty people were gone at once, and his heart ached like a steel fork.

Touching the bandages on his body, he didn't know how many pieces of his intestines the military doctor had taken away, and how many of his own left. Wei Dong thought to himself:

"Anyway, I'm not going to pull the fucking dysentery anymore anyway." (To be continued......)