The dark plasma floated in the trenches, the mutilated limbs, the hot bursts, the smell of rotting corpses, suffocating, there was no one in front of them, the Japanese and the national army fought hard, and no one dared to rush up to get the corpse.

Lin Huiyin looked at the silent Luodian, he didn't know what to say, just now a battle broke out here with tens of thousands of people, Huang Wei was resting on a raised earthen beam, and Yu Chengwan, the commander of the 49th Division who was in charge of support, was looking at his old classmate numbly, what gave him such a powerful strength, and he had been guarding here for so long. I stayed here for a day, and I was already broken.

Lin Huiyin flashed his press card, so no one stopped him, Liu Yuan's name is still very useful on the battlefield, the commander's student, that is the protégé of the Son of Heaven, naturally no one stopped him.

Lin Huiyin became more and more surprised the more he walked, and the more he looked at it, the more sad he became. What kind of soldiers are under Commander Huang Wei's hands, Lin Huiyin can't even guess the reason why they can still stand.

Their uniforms were no longer colorless, not even shaped, and many of the soldiers were wearing strips of rotten cloth, and the sound of rattling could be heard when the wind blew.

They were in rags, he had seen the poor Red Party troops, although they were not uniformly dressed, but at least they were clean and close-fitting, but what about them? What about them? The wounds at the corners of the mouth were puffing with blood, they were covered with dirt, blood, and blackened by gunsmoke, and the lieutenant colonel who led the team was wearing bandages, holding a handful of lieutenant generals, crutches, and a blood-colored cloth strip wrapped around his head, which was covered with the bloody handprints of his comrades, and he didn't know if his comrades-in-arms were still there.

Behind him, a group of soldiers supported each other, standing, filled with blood and who held their broken rifles in their hands.

As the sun set, Yunxia was ignited by the setting sun, like fire, the entire world was blood-red, it was the world of blood and fire, and Commander Huang Wei, who was also covered with scars, tried to stand firm, held his chest straight, and saluted his soldiers with his left hand without scars.

The voice is hoarse, but powerful and proud.

"My Huang Wei's soldiers are all good, if you win, Lao Tzu will clean it up for you, if I die, then you will surrender and collect Lao Tzu's body." Huang Wei's eyes were filled with tears, and his face blackened by gunpowder was indifferent, only his eyes could see his sadness, anger, and unwillingness......

"Kill the widows, kill the widows." There were only a thousand remaining men of the surviving Huang Wei Division, and an earth-shattering roar broke out on the battlefield, and the sound in their chests shattered the sky, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

Like a bloody sunset, a man's heart is like iron.

"Yellow nerd, go back and rest, be careful of the sniper of the devil, if you fight, your current state will become a burden" Yu Chengwan went up and pulled Huang Wei, he knew that his old brother's temper was committed.

Huang Wei relaxed slightly, smiled and said, "I, Huang Wei, also need you to take care of it, you didn't see how many Japanese soldiers Lao Tzu killed with a big gun in the first battle of Luodian." Don't look at the fact that I'm seriously injured now, if I really fight, Lao Tzu can still pick ten. "Huang Wei is strong.

Yu Chengwan was a little unhappy, pushed Huang Wei and asked, "Let me ask you, when you came, how many people were in the whole division, and how many people are still there now." ”

Huang Wei said in a choked voice, "There are 18,000 people in the 67th Division, and there are more than 1,000 people left until now. ”

A thousand is such a small number, if it were him, he thought that he would not be able to withstand even a round of the impact of the Japanese army, but the man in front of him told him that he could resist a few times.

The 49th Division is a pure miscellaneous army, and Liu Yuan persuaded himself to go with him back then, but he didn't listen, he had to go to the party and government, and now he can only be the commander of the miscellaneous division.

I lost a brother close to a regiment in just one day after I came here, and the brothers of more than 2,000 people couldn't see it.

Thinking of this, Yu Chengwan couldn't help but laugh at those who laughed at Huang Wei for not knowing the rules and regulations of the war, this is simply a meat grinder, what is the use of scheming in the face of absolute power.

This is a meat grinder, Verdun in China.

"Commander, let's defend for a while, the new brothers are not familiar with the position, don't let them lose their position." The lieutenant colonel looked at Huang Wei very calmly. Seeing the hesitation in Huang Wei's eyes, the lieutenant colonel shouted, "Although there are not many brothers, they all want to kill more devils and avenge their dead brothers." ”

Huang Wei nodded and said to Yu Chengwan, "Send another regiment of soldiers to familiarize yourself with the battlefield, my soldiers are gone, and it's up to you." ”

Yu Chengwan patted Huang Wei's shoulder, signaling that he understood, he knew that his second division was a little worse, but with Huang Wei's belt, he would definitely grow quickly.

"Smack!" With a crisp sound, a peanut crossed Huang Wei's steel helmet, Huang Wei was pressed to the ground by Yu Chengwan, and Yu Chengwan shouted, "Bastard, sniper, kill him for me." ”

At this time, a gunshot was heard in his own army, and a little girl, holding a Garand rifle that she had snatched from the soldiers, shot and killed the sniper on the opposite side.

Then he kicked Xu Zhimo beside him, his body rolled continuously, and in a while, three or four bullets had fallen beside her.

There are also seven bullets, although Lin Huiyin's body is thin, but his marksmanship is extremely accurate, every dodge can knock out a sharpshooter of the Japanese army, and after a bullet clip, the snipers of the Japanese army are completely dumb.

"Red Lady, Red Lady, Lao Tzu has seen it alive in his lifetime." Yu Chengwan looked at the sassy and heroic Lin Huiyin excitedly, he had never seen this little girl, so he thought it was the anti-Japanese volunteers.

"Nonsense." Huang Wei knew her, knew that she was Liu Yuan's disciple, walked over, pointed at Lin Huiyin and scolded, "Who asked you to come here, don't you know that Lu Dao is the most difficult place on the battlefield?" You still have such a piece of waste, does he want him to drag you to death? ”

"I am not a waste, I am a writer, I am a writer of the Southwest Special Economic Zone, and I want to record your glorious deeds with a pen, so that the people of the whole of China can remember you."

"Nonsense, when we all die, who will remember us when we are all gone." Yu Chengwan said lonely. "Uncle Shi, I am also a soldier, I have the right to go to the battlefield, as for him, as a war correspondent, he should have the consciousness of dying in battle." Besides, the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, he can't shoot, and it's still okay to transport the wounded. Lin Hui was small-mouthed, and Huang Wei couldn't interject.

"You!" Huang Wei pointed at Lin Huiyin, he couldn't beat it, he couldn't touch it, if he was a male soldier, his big mouth would have been pumped up a long time ago.

"General, can you give me a chance to show that I'm not a waste." The weak Xu Zhimo said the words that Lin Huiyin could not forget in his life, I hope to be with you and use my pen to record the battle situation every day, even if I die in battle with you, the people will learn about a living team and a legendary army from my pen. Maybe other people's pens don't work, but in the huge China, there are still thousands of readers who know my Xu Zhimo's writing.