"Electric? Thundering? Said: No! Not! Not!

The artillery fire on the Shenyang side is advancing with the times and is getting worse, and we are selfishly scheming, "What is the situation of the Shura Field at this time?" ”……”

"Minbao" Yanhuang 4603 March 13.

The command post of the 139th Regiment was set up in a half-ruined house, a few kilometers from the front line. In the midst of the falling sunset, news came from the division headquarters that some troops had already moved in a roundabout way from the Shenyang flank.

Xiong Kewu, whose eyes were red, sat on the fire with his butt and took out a box of 20 "peonies" crumpled like paper balls: smoke a cigarette, fairy fairy. Deputy Regiment Commander Qiu Shaoshan and Chief of Staff Huang Zhipeng saw it, and they went up to grab it, and they had already run out of food.

Xiong Kewu only said one sentence.

"Don't rob it, one for each person, divide it into two, suck it up, and copy the guy with me to the front line!"

A pack of cigarettes was dispersed, the three of them divided three cigarettes, and there were still 11 cigarettes left, Xiong Kewu looked up at the soldiers of the guard platoon outside the door.

"Guards, take this cigarette to the brothers in the platoon to smoke, and tell the brothers to smoke and die with Lao Tzu!"

The soldier with two pistols at his waist took the cigarette, did not say anything, but walked out of the dilapidated house with the cigarette.

Boom, boom, boom, a burst of shells came suddenly. A mountain shell landed less than a dozen meters away, splashing dirt and rocks and smashing into the roof like hailstones. It didn't explode, it was a stink bomb, otherwise the three of them might have to put one down.

Qiu Shaoshan sat up with a cigarette in his mouth and took down a submachine gun from the wall.

"Regiment commander, I'll go first, I'll go to the first battalion,"

After Huang Zhipeng took two or three breaths of the cigarette, he finally took a deep puff of cigarette, and when the cigarette butts were burned, he said with some reluctance:

"Regiment commander, I'll go to the first battalion!".

Xiong Kewu patted the dirt on his body.

"You two, don't fight with me, I'll go to the first battalion, and you can pick the second and third battalions yourself!"

With that, he glanced at the eager midshipmen in the room.

"Dog, it's none of your business, if the division commander sends a telegram, just say, I'm going to the front!"

"Yes, sir!"

The three of them were already armed with submachine guns, each with a squad of fighters, and went to each battalion.

It's going to be desperate.

When Xiong Kewu's figure appeared in the trench in front, such a thought appeared in everyone's hearts, what the soldiers were most afraid of was not death, but the division commander carrying a submachine gun to their side, although he was greeting in his heart, but he knew that the division commander came to the trench with a submachine gun, which meant that the next battle would be a vicious battle, a vicious battle with death and no life!

"No more nonsense, brothers!"

In the trenches, Xiong Kewu yelled.

"On the other side is the trump card of the army, the third wing of the first division, just looking at this number, he is a fucking ruthless thing, but whoever is ruthless and who is cowardly, everyone sees the real ability on the battlefield! The commander of this regiment issued a military order to lay down the defense line of the third wing, I can't just drive my brothers to die, so I'm here, I want to die, our brothers will die together, let them see how powerful our Shaanxi Leng baby is! ”

At this time, the howling sound that pierced the sky sounded in the sky above Ma Sanzitun, and thousands of shells dragged the piercing scream, and fell sharply near the improvised trench, and the sky was already black by the smoke and smoke, and it became even more turbid under the action of thick smoke and dust.

An object fell in front of his eyes, it was a fragment of a limb, although Tie Gangliang was familiar with the first comrade-in-arms beside him, but this crimson and slightly charred fragment made him unable to tell whose limb it was.

"And a few more gasps!"

The moment the artillery bombardment stopped, Tie Gangliang lifted the steel helmet on his head and shouted, and then he began to shout his name again.

"Zhang Bo!"

"Yes!"

Nested in the half-human deep trench, Zhang Bo, who was digging out the soil particles around his neck, shouted, yesterday it was a brand new military uniform, this will be cotton exposed, the cotton military uniform is torn or worn everywhere, the tea green military uniform, has long become green earth color, even the steel helmet is full of mud.

"Ma Guoliang, Ma Guoliang ......"

After shouting twice in a row, Tiegang Liang reacted, Ma Guoliang died, and when he attacked a mud house defended by the army this morning, he was shot through the neck by a bullet, and blood sprayed more than a foot high.

As soon as this thought came to him, Tie Gangliang listened to the whistling of shells breaking through the air again, and as soon as the dozen or so recruits in the trench heard the sound of cannonballs, they hurriedly shrank and tried to avoid the shelling.

"No eggs, this fucking is far away!"

Li Tianfeng's voice fell, and there was an explosion before and after the trenches, and even the dust did not splash on their bodies, but only a few dozen bullets were far away.

At this time, in the trench, I don't know who roared and sang a few words of Qin dialect. are the two sentences of Yang Jiye in "Golden Beach":

"Two Wolf Mountain--Zhan Hu'er...... The heavens shake and the earth shake -- a good man -- for the country -- what a club -- death -- life -- ......"

Wow, Li Tianfeng heard a cry beside him, not to mention those recruits, even Tie Gangliang's eyes couldn't help but turn red when he listened to this sad Qin dialect, although the battle was only fought for a day and a night, but half of the brothers in their platoon had already died on the battlefield.

“…… Toot ......"

A sharp, hissing whistle sounded at this moment.

After the shrill whistle came from a distance, Tie Gangliang immediately mustered up all his strength to blow the whistle hanging on his chest, the sharp whistle echoed in the smoke of gunpowder, and the whistle suddenly changed again, unlike the previous liaison post, this time it was the offensive whistle. At the sound of the whistle, there was a roar of leapfrogging above their heads, which were shells fired by the artillery in the rear.

"Kill!"

Xiong Kewu, who was carrying a submachine gun, jumped out of the trench, waved his right arm, and roared, and the soldiers in the trench, carrying rifles with bayonets, flat-ended submachine guns or light machine guns, rushed towards the enemy formation hundreds of meters away, completely shrouded by the explosion of flames, on the battlefield that was blown up by the shells and blown into mud.

There were very few machine guns in the army, and even more than a division of the Guards army, which had less than hundreds of thousands of machine guns, did not have complete machine gun fortifications as cover during the shelling, and most of the soldiers of the Japanese army were more likely to lie in the trenches to avoid shelling, and only a few soldiers fired bullets through the smoke of gunpowder into the open battlefield ahead.

Holding a rifle, when he rushed to the gun at full speed, he only felt that his lungs seemed to be inhaled too much gunsmoke, and even a little burned, at this time his mind was completely blank, and the comrades around him who were roaring and charging with bayonets, although their faces were hideous and their mouths were wide open, but they couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

On the battlefield, the constantly falling shells will always blow some brothers into the sky, and even he saw a recruit who could not be named, suddenly fell in front of him, and he was blown off half of his body, spitting blood in the mire, he didn't seem to be dead, but no one paid attention to him.

Charge! Charge! Kill all the soldiers on the other side!

In the setting sun, the bayonets on the battlefield glow with golden light, and when you squint your eyes, you can even give people the illusion that this golden light seems to be connected into a line, torn into strips, like a flood, like a wave, rushing and crashing forward.

"Toot ......"

Tie Guoliang, who was biting the whistle, kept blowing the rhythmless charge whistle when he used the whistle to close his platoon, and in front of him, a recruit who was not tall and had just been replenished in the morning, shouted and charged, and suddenly his head and body were separated, but his body was still running towards the charge, and then he fell into a crater.

As he passed by the head that fell to the ground, Tie Guoliang looked back at the head, which was not in the snow-melted muddy water, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Zhang Bo heard the sound, at the sound of the explosion of the cannonball, accompanied by a burst of smoke in front of him and a gust of air rushed to him, when the mud hit him, he thought he would die, but he found that he was still moving, at this time, through the smoke, he saw the wire fence in front of him, the half-human high barbed wire fence was not broken by the shell.

When approaching the barbed wire, there was almost no reaction, Zhang Bo's body was lying down, his chest was pressed against the barbed wire, the barbs on the barbed wire instantly tied the cotton clothes, pierced into the flesh, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the barbed wire with his hands, and the man paved a bridge, and then he felt the powerful footsteps step heavily on his body, one pair, two pairs...... When the direct vision is blurred, the bridge made by the body is still hanging on the wire.

In his blurred vision, he saw his comrades-in-arms stepping on his body, jumping into the barbed wire, and in the smoke of gunpowder, bursts of black shadows seemed to emerge from the ground.

At sunset, on this battlefield scorched by shells, hand-to-hand combat began. The bayonets clicked hard, grenades smashed like hailstones, and the soldiers carrying 10-kilogram tinplate explosives bags used their bodies to blast through barbed wire fences and collapse trenches.

High-explosive shells, incendiary bombs, flares, tracer rounds from light and heavy machine guns, houses and buildings hit by shells, blazing. When night falls, the fire makes the earth feel like day. There was blood in the trenches and in the potholes in front of the trenches, blood and snow mixed together, corpses and corpses piled together.

Trampling on the corpses of the two armies of the enemy and our army, the second and third companies of the first battalion serving as the second wave of the attack, continued to advance in the breakthrough of the first battalion and one company, and behind them, the tearing continued, the deafening shouts of killing, explosions, screams, perhaps the only sound between heaven and earth, finally the rattling of bayonets stopped, the explosions of grenades and explosives packages stopped, the smoke slowly dispersed, Xiong Kewu, who was wearing a soldier's cotton uniform, the cotton wool was exposed, and the white cotton wool was soaked in blood, it will already be impossible to distinguish whether it is his, or the enemy's.

"Your ancestors are ......"

While he was scolding, his right arm was still using a grenade to knock on the already shattered skull, blood gushing from his face from time to time, and the flesh on his left face that had been picked open by the bayonet revealed white bones.

"Sir!"

The health soldier who was also wounded ran to the front of the regiment commander, took off his steel helmet, and bandaged his wounds, and it was only at this time that the grenade in Xiong Kewu's hand finally loosened, he let out a sigh, and the whole person collapsed in the mud, and then a hoarse and sad Qin cavity sounded in the night.

"Two Wolf Mountain--Zhan Hu'er...... The heavens shake and the earth shake -- a good man -- for the country -- what a club -- death -- life -- ......"

Lying in the trenches of the Yue Army, breathing out the disgusting smell of blood, Zhang Bo, who was covered in blood, sang there, on his body, there was still a corpse of the Yue Army, with the moonlight, you could see that the head of the corpse pressed on him was full of flesh and blood that had been bitten by teeth, his eyes were buckled off, his nose was bitten off, and even his face was blurred by the bitten flesh, and his neck was even more bitten and broken.

If it weren't for the fact that he was roaring this "Golden Beach" in his throat, I am afraid that it would be difficult for others to imagine that he was still alive, when the health soldiers were searching for the wounded, in the previous hand-to-hand combat, Tie Guoliang, who was tired and almost collapsed, held a bayonet in his hand, and when he saw the wounded of the army who were still panting, he slashed at their necks, and shouted while chopping.

"You return my brother!"

He crawled among the corpses, slashing with a bayonet, the pistol had long been thrown somewhere, and the bloody mud was sticking to his body, and he was just there to vent his frustration in his own way.

After a brutal hand-to-hand fight, not many people could still stand, most of the uninjured officers and soldiers were exhausted from the hand-to-hand combat, and the wounded with guns would stand up, and they shouted over and over again.

"Is there any gasping?"

"Angry voice!"

As they searched for their wounded brothers, one foot deeper, one shallow, from time to time they tripped over the dead and fell to the ground or on the corpses, but they still managed to get up and look for the seriously wounded brothers.

Standing up strongly, Xiong Kewu looked at the battlefield under the moonlight, and all he saw was the dead corpses all over the ground, the enemy and our armies that were still torn together when they died, the corpse fragments that could be seen everywhere, the blood and muddy water reflected the moon, and the blood of thousands of people nourished the land, and the sound of explosions and gunshots in the distance was still coming from the air, and the battle over there still continued.

"Brothers!"

He roared, then continued.

"Stand up with air!"

One, two...... Eventually, two dozen people staggered to their feet, many of them covered in white bandages, which had been soaked red in blood.

As they stood up, the 2nd Battalion rushed past them, looking at their weary comrades, their swaying bodies, as if ready to continue rushing forward.

"Good! Now listen to my orders! ”

Xiong Kewu roared again.

"Holding on to my wounded brother,...... Turn back! Target! Our position, the task - rest and recuperate! ”

Standing with the wounded brothers, less than forty surviving warriors, walked towards the rear, in the moonlight, these tired men, hanging their heads, looked at the corpses of their comrades on the ground, sadness diffused in their hearts, and the hoarse and weak Qin cavity sounded again.

"Two Wolf Mountain--Zhan Hu'er...... The heavens shake and the earth shake -- a good man -- for the country -- what a club -- death -- life -- ......"

(To be continued)