Qian Benliang is a veteran, of course, this is only relative to the student army system. The history of the Cadet Army is only four years, and he has only joined the Cadet Army for a year and a half, if it is placed in other troops, it will definitely be a recruit egg who can be bullied, but in the Cadet Army, his military age is already long. Thousands of miles away, he gave up his studies and rushed from Chongqing to Guangzhou, which was a great unfilial act in the eyes of his father, who was a private school teacher. Since ancient times, good men have not been soldiers, and his father firmly believes in this, so he has always hoped that his son can pass the lintel of the light door through reading. Since joining the army, although the third brother often writes to inform his father's complaints and how many tears his mother has shed for him, he has never thought about it deeply, and he has not regretted it at all.

"If you don't carry a gun, I don't carry a gun, who will defend the motherland and who will defend her?" This lyric recalled in his mind, and he faintly reconciled his mouth, thinking of his parents' two wrinkled faces so deeply for the first time, and finally comprehending his parents' ardent expectations and affection for him.

"There is no parent who does not love their children, although they behave in different ways, but they all hope that their children will live better than themselves, and hope that their children can take care of themselves after they are gone, and they can live happily and healthily. Sometimes, they do something out of the ordinary, but they have good intentions, and I hope you can understand that—" The Commander-in-Chief said at a recruit gathering last year. Before this, there was an incident of an old father looking for a son, and a platoon commander named Sun Ming was approached by an old father in Shaanxi and asked him to go back to get married. This matter was very troublesome, and it was not until Director Ji came forward that it was successfully resolved. Xuebingjun and Sun Ming's old father agreed to take their future daughter-in-law to the barracks to complete the marriage and arrange work within the Xuebingjun system.

His old father has always been so himself, and he also hopes that he will become a talent, and he hopes that he will become a master and will not be bullied by others from now on. But, old father, have you ever thought that if the country is gone, what is the use of reading as many books as you want? Do you want to be a traitor and serve the little devils?

Old father, mother, son can no longer serve the left, please forgive your son for his unfilial piety. Qian Benliang thought like this, and looked behind him, where Wu Dengfeng's figure was disappearing from the traffic trench. "Lao Tzu has earned it!" He whispered to himself, touching his unconscious right leg, and his eyes brightened. The last words written to his parents have been handed over to Wu Dengfeng to take away, and at this moment, he has no regrets and money in his heart.

In the battle just now, Qian Benliang used up an oil storage tank, and there were at least ten devils who were directly ignited by him and died of self-immolation. Therefore, those who were injured and fell to the ground were even more in a platoon or so. The power of the flamethrower far exceeded the designer's expectations. Of course, the presence of a quilt also amplifies the role of the flamethrower. The flamethrower uses condensed gasoline at a maximum temperature of 1,300 degrees Celsius, at which point the quilts are instantly dried and then set on fire. When he first smelled the aroma of burnt human flesh, Qian Benliang was so disgusted that he almost vomited. However, when his comrades were killed or wounded, he had no mercy, looking at those devils who were ignited by fire, as if looking at a pack of jackals.

Qian Benliang is not only earning, but really making a fortune. The Spitfire team played the role of a surprise soldier at the beginning, giving the little devil a blow to the head. Also, when they are accustomed to using the quilt as a blocking card, even if they see someone in front of them being ignited, many devils still habitually charge with the quilt, which gives Qian Benliang the opportunity to continue to play.

The gunshots burst like beans, and it was even more lively than the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve in his hometown. The gunfire was much denser than the sound of firecrackers, and the strings never stopped. The general-purpose machine gun was also run over by the Weiqing submachine gun and the assault rifle, and the Japanese army lost the cover of the quilt, except for a very small number of people who escaped death because of the cover of their colleagues, and most of the devils were about to rush in front of him and were killed.

This went on for about ten minutes. Finally, a devil broke through the blockade of the rain of bullets and jumped into the traffic trench. Qian Benliang leaned against the mud wall facing the battlefield, his right hand holding a pistol, and on his left hand was an oil storage tank that was only about a third of the way. The devil was frightened by the storm from above, his eyes were straight and his legs trembled, and he immediately collapsed to the ground after jumping in. Then, he finally discovered the existence of Qian Benliang, and screamed in horror, instinctively holding a gun.

It's too late - a gunshot sounded, Qian Benliang gently picked the index finger of his right hand, and a bloody hole immediately appeared on his forehead, and then the brilliance of his eyes instantly spread, and the whole person fell backwards.

The devil was crooked on the ground, and a cigarette shell was peeking out of his jacket pocket. Qian Benliang glanced at it and smiled.

It's actually a "Great Wall" brand cigarette, Ha Luha, the little devil actually smokes cigarettes produced by the Xuebing Army, it's really ironic. Do they deserve it too? He crawled over, took it, drew one, and lit it on the still smoking muzzle of the gun - he had learned it from some of the veterans who were older than him, but he was a non-smoker, so he choked on a puff and coughed violently.

Another devil staggered into the traffic trench, but it turned out to be the same as the devil in front of him, Qian Benliang calmly shot, the devil was shot in the forehead, and he went to see Amaterasu without any reaction.

The gunfire behind him faded away, but the gunfire in front of him intensified. The Japanese man's man-sea tactics finally came into play after nearly a and a half casualties. Although the first line of defense has not yet been breached, it has rushed to the nearest devil, and it is only a few meters away from the front traffic trench.

After smoking a cigarette, he actually choked on tears, but Qian Benliang's face was calm.

Suddenly, the three devils pounced together, Qian Benliang's right index finger snapped violently, and instantly ran out of bullets in the gun, but only two devils were killed, and one was only shot in the thigh. The devil shot at close range, a bullet pierced Qian Benliang's left lung, and in an instant, blood gushed up his throat, he coughed violently, and he didn't even seem to feel the pain for a while.

"Eight grids, the pig, die!" The little devil howled, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, he stood up with a gun, and then pounced, and the spear stabbed straight at Qian Benliang's heart.

Qian Benliang spat out several mouthfuls of blood foam in his mouth, then inhaled a few heavy breaths, and before another round of coughing erupted, he rolled to the right and let go of the fatal stab.

More earthy yellow figures appeared on the top of the traffic trench, and they looked at Qian Benliang with a hideous look in their eyes. "Kill him!" A total of six devils jumped down amid the shouts of one of the military Caos, and six bright spears were aimed at Qian Benliang. Suddenly, the soldier exclaimed in shock: "Lie down! ”

Qian Benliang suddenly laughed, he cast a contemptuous look at those devils, and then coughed and raised his gun to shoot at the oil storage tank on the left hand.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and then a huge fireball rose into the air, and the oil storage tank exploded.

The explosion of an oil storage tank is no less powerful than a 150-mm heavy artillery bomb. And its range is wider than that of heavy artillery bombs. The seven devils naturally couldn't escape the fate of being buried by Qian Benliang, that is, nearly 30 devils within 20 meters of them also suffered from the fish pond, more than ten people were directly ignited into fire people, and a few were lifted away by Qi Lang, and two were killed directly, and the others also broke their legs and arms, so they had no chance to fight this battle.

A violent explosion sounded, and Wu Dengfeng, who had been paying close attention to that direction, suddenly burst into tears in his eyes. He called softly, "Benliang! With his teeth clenched, he raised his head sharply and pointed forward with a shuttle.

By this time the battle had begun, there were only about 400 officers and men left in the two battalions of the defenders who were holding the first line of defense. At this point, Wu Gang and Yu Liang finally came to their senses, and they underestimated the enemy. As a defender, it does have the advantage of time and place, but the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and there are too many factors that determine the final result, so the outcome of this battle is not without suspense from beginning to end.

In less than an hour after the battle, more than 1,500 little devils were confessed in front of the first line of defense, and it is said that 5,000 people died so much, the troops' will to fight should be depressed. However, perhaps because the devils who were burned to death by flamethrowers died too miserably, this aroused the anger in the hearts of the little devils. Take Takashi Asai Kura, for example, from the initial fear and confusion to the current anger, desperate, he has given up life and death. He brandished his pistol and personally led the charge and shouted: "Warriors under His Majesty the Emperor, our ancestors have created a beautiful future for the Yamato nation with their blood, and today is the time for us to carry forward and strengthen the martial arts of His Majesty the Emperor." Men of the Yamato nation, hold up your chests and use your bravery and weapons to conquer the lowly China pig on the other side! ”

"Hay!" "Rush!" "For His Majesty the Emperor!" "For the Yamato nation!" …… All kinds of shouts resounded through the Japanese array, except for a very small number of devils who were still looking at the direction of the wind and deliberately slowed down, the vast majority of devils rushed to the position of the student army without fear of death.

The No. 1 trench does not have an obvious slope compared to the Shizhongshan river beach, and the closer the distance, the little devil's accurate marksmanship will be brought into play. The machine gunner is the priority target of the little devils, so far, the machine gunners of the two companies are the most casualties, and in many machine gun positions, it is no longer the machine gunner or the sub-machine gunner who is shooting with a gun, they are replaced by other soldiers and even some officers.

Yu Liang was in charge of the second line of defense, and according to his and Wu Gang's agreement, the reserve troops were to be dispatched when the situation was critical. But now, he didn't dare to act according to the predetermined plan anymore. Although Wu Gang and they still have a firm advantage in firepower, once the defense line is broken through by the little devils, in the next white-knuckle battle, Wu Gang, who is inferior in numbers, will definitely not be able to hold on.

"Brothers, don't care about it, rush with me!" Yu Liang shouted fiercely, and then took the lead and ran out of the trench.