At 2:40 in the morning, the stars and moon were dark, the wind was gusting, and I couldn't see my fingers, but my thinly wrapped body was steaming. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Figures emitting heat moved in the smoke and haze, accompanied by light and heavy machine guns that suddenly trembled, deriving waves of surging heat.

The battle was in full swing, the guns and bullets around the position were roaring, the tongues of fire were uncertain, and the iron men who had made their debut were flashing, bathed in the dark smoke of gunpowder and emitting residual heat, tried their best to resist the war.

The Japanese army launched an attack under the cover of night, and from the end of the sunset until three o'clock in the morning, they did not relax for half a minute, and fought frantically.

Yang Guan trembled and stuffed the chicken leg on his right hand into his mouth, his eyes were tearful and he took a bite, the wound on his face was hot and painful, but it was not as painful as his heart, and he ate flesh and blood!

Guilty, he still felt that it was not worth exchanging seventeen brothers for ten chickens, his sour nose was stuffy, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were rolling down in a slight tremble.

Emotional gaffe, he stabilized his mind, glanced sideways at No. 18 and said, "You go on, how is the physical condition of the brothers?"

Before the eighteenth could speak, Xie Tang on the right urged: "Eat quickly, the chicken that Sister Juan has stewed for you for an hour is almost cold, you hurry up and eat it!"

Sister Juan used the discarded gun butt and the devil's military uniform as firewood, boiling soup with tears in her eyes, while taking into account the movement of the radio station, you will live up to Sister Juan's affection if you don't eat, and you will also live up to the expectations of the seventeen eldest brothers, she is anxious and sad in her heart!

Yang Guan's body trembled, staring sideways at Xie Tang, seeing her tearful expectation, her hands tightly holding the helmet wrapped in military uniform, sticking to her body to warm it, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Well, I'll eat it, the wound hurts, I'll eat it slowly!" He nodded and shed a line of tears, vaguely seeing that the tears containing affection sank into the scorched black sand, I hope those seventeen brothers can rest in peace!

Trying to distribute the chicken soup to the brothers, his body recovered quickly, the wound had scabbed and did not need nourishment, but he was overwhelmed by the eyes that were tearful and anxious.

The god of war is a banner, the pillar in the hearts of the soldiers, who can drink the chicken soup that the seventeen brothers sacrificed themselves to exchange?

Chicken soup is no longer ordinary, sublimated to the height of emotional bonds, the hope of the Anti-Japanese War, the brothers will not eat it, how can they let the brothers sacrifice their lives?

"Well, then you eat slowly, I can't cool down with some chicken soup!" Xie Tangxi's tears fell on his face, he snorted, and hugged the helmet full of chicken soup tighter with both hands.

On the eighteenth, in order to avoid the embarrassment of the instructor, he distracted his attention by introducing the situation on the front, and he spoke in great detail.

The three of them said as they walked, and the five heralds followed behind them, slowly walking towards the heavy artillery, and the figures standing in the smoke were still faintly visible.

The artillery stood in two rows behind the heavy artillery, without squinting, looking at the front of the gunsmoke, unable to see but looking forward to the decisive battle.

"Report Zero, eighty-seven heavy guns have been maintained and are ready for battle, could you please give the battle order?" Number 72 stands upright, saluting and standby.

"An predetermined plan to lock on the target of the shelling, and fire the cannon on time at three o'clock!" Yang Guan stared at No. 72's resolute cheeks, and gave orders with awe-inspiring and worried eyes.

"Yes, mission guaranteed!" No. 72 saluted solemnly, turned to the left of the salute and shouted: "All obey the order, correct the shelling elevation angle according to their respective mission objectives, and act!"

"Yes, shelling elevation!" The soldiers shouted in unison, then turned around to correct, loaded the ammunition, and finished a series of tedious shelling preparations to report to No. 72: "Report, the No. 1 gun position locks the devil command ......"

"Report, the twelfth gun position locks the devil military camp on the north bank of the Huai River......"

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The artillery was enthusiastically preparing for battle, Yang Guan saw that his heart was boiling, and he felt Xie Tang trembling and stared at her sideways and said, "Give me the chicken soup, and you go back to learn the knowledge of telegrams......"

"I don't, watching you finish eating is the task given to me by Sister Juan!" Xie Tang's body trembled and restless, and his eyes were very firm and unaffected.

"Obedient, can't I eat it for you?" Yang Guan stretched out his hand as he spoke, and when he saw that she was helpless to dodge and retreat, he continued: "Aren't you afraid that the sound of the cannon will scare you into smashing my rice bowl?"

"Ahh Xie Tang glanced at the heavy artillery timidly, his body trembled more and more, he took a deep breath and stared at the instructor and said, "I'm not afraid, I'll watch you finish eating with my helmet!"

Trying to stabilize his panicked cowardice, he pulled his helmet out of his clothes with both hands.

Yang Guan didn't say more, grabbed the chicken sea and ate it, snatched the helmet and drank the chicken soup cleanly, and casually stuffed the helmet into Xie Tang's hand.

"That's right, with your mouth open and your ears covered with your hands, you can prevent being injured by the sound of cannonballs, remember, go back quickly!"

The instructor lied to people, didn't he say that the wound hurts and eats slowly? No, his wounds were broken and bleeding, and he was afraid of the sound of the cannons...... Xie Tang felt guilty and distressed.

"You go back, I won't have an accident with Zero!" No. 18 reminded loudly, seeing her surprised and tangled appearance, she remembered her sister in her hometown, distressed and pity!

"But, it's ......" Xie Tang stammered and stopped, secretly hating himself for being cowardly, so anxious that tears flowed, and the helmet dripping in his hands ticked softly.

"Be obedient, remember the words of Zero, open your mouth and cover your ears to prevent the sound of cannons, remember!" Eighteen patted her on the shoulder and admonished, and added: "Facial injuries will also crack wounds when you speak, you can rest assured, Zero will be fine!"

"Hmm... Then, then I'll go back..."Xie Tang was half-convinced, looked back as he walked, and reluctantly left with a wave of his hand on the eighteenth.

"Zero, how are you feeling? Why don't I bandage you......" No. 18 was not at ease, and turned to look at the instructor worriedly.

", why are you so sour?" Yang Guan stared at him angrily, and when he saw him awkwardly grasping his brain, he said, "You just said that the devil soldiers only launched fire suppression and did not attack?"

No. 18's right hand grabbing the skull froze behind his head, raised his head to stare at the instructor, and said worriedly for a moment: "Zero, you are the backbone of the brothers, your body is important, or ...... bandage"

"You kid......" Yang Guan was so angry that he raised his right hand to fight, and then pointed at the tip of his nose and scolded: "This kind of thinking is unacceptable, I can be the target of the brothers to catch up, but it is definitely not the god of war that the brothers rely on, understand?"

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and he is even careless, and he takes the lead in cultivating, relying on thoughts, this phenomenon is absolutely fatal.

People always have to rely on themselves, believe and imitate are weak, poor worms who don't want to forge ahead, and only by integrating the strengths of hundreds of schools to make up for their own shortcomings are the darlings on the battlefield.

"Yes, learn the tactical tactics of Zero, and never rely on it!" No. 18 was in awe, vaguely aware of the serious consequences, and did not dare to be careless.

"Boom ......"

The heavy artillery trembled, the earth trembled, and the curtain of the decisive battle began.