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The artillery tore apart the blooming irises, and the debris mixed with the dirt fell, and it hurt to hit the head.

The whole town was devastated, and the smoke of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood irritated everyone's nerves.

The white-hot explosion slowly cooled down in the bitter cold wind, and every inch of the ground in front of it was filled with corpses, both of their own and those of enemies, and the blood stained the originally gray-white town a shocking dark red.

The soldiers leaned their backs against the wall, their heads tightly tucked into their woolen coats, their guns in their arms, a little tired but not daring to sleep, the enemy ready to attack at their most tired moments, and the continuous artillery bombardment was only to crush their last will to fight.

Some young faces slept forever among the blue iris flowers.

He counted the number of people, and now there were only about forty soldiers still gasping for breath, and ten seriously wounded wounded, lying in bunkers after a simple bandage, swallowing a breath and waiting for death to come. There will be no more doctors to treat them, because half an hour ago, the last medic had been killed in a corner by artillery fire, still holding a roll of gauze in his hand, and had tried to bandage the wounds of a wounded person on an improvised basis.

Commissar Bedorion inspected the badly wounded young soldiers, each looking at him with complicated eyes that made him feel uneasy. He walked up to a soldier who had lost too much blood, half-crouched down and held his hand, trying to give some comfort to the dying wounded. The soldier whose chest was dyed red saw the Commissar of Bedorion, and he came back to his senses, and he grabbed the other party's button tightly, and said, "Are we going to lose?" Commissar. ”

The commissar stretched out his hand and held the bloody hand tightly.

"No, lad, we haven't lost yet, as long as we hold out until dawn, reinforcements will arrive."

Bedorion said bitterly, "You must persevere." ”

"That's good, I'm so tired, I want to sleep for a while, just for a while. Please wake me up when the battle begins. The soldier's muttering became staccato and he took his last breath and gave the commissar a look.

The commissar whispered a yes. The last roll of gauze had been used up, and the bullet embedded in his abdomen had dried up the last drop of the other's blood.

But he had already gritted his teeth, and he didn't cry out a single word of pain.

The commissar turned his head and saw a letter beside the soldier, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly, "If I ...... Really, can't go back, please...... The commissar took it, handed it over to me, ahem, my family. ”

The corner of the suicide note that was blown open by the wind contained only one very short sentence.

"Dear Mother, don't be sad about my death, I am honored to sacrifice my life for the country."

His eyelids grew heavier, he slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing. Before he died, his other hand was still holding the letter his mother had written to him. The cold wind of the night quickly took away the body temperature, and the soldier's hand hung limply.

The commissar took off his hat and covered the soldier's face, he glanced at his pocket watch, there was still an hour before dawn, he picked up his rifle and stood up and walked towards Ferdinand Fuxi.

Although outnumbered, it still survived twenty-four hours.

That's enough.

Although the young man's face was stained by the fire and mud, he still did not give up the fight, clenched the Chasebo rifle, which had already run out of bullets, and stared closely into the distance.

He was not afraid, only calm after making up his mind.

Bedorion sat down beside him and whispered, "I need to send you to the headquarters again for help, and now, escape from here in the twilight, a group of people can't escape, but one can." ”

The young man shook his head stubbornly, "No, I'm going to stay." ”

At this time, the commissar did not scold loudly, but said calmly, "This is an order, soldier." ”

"It's useless."

Fu Xi smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think I don't know?" In fact, the command simply didn't have time to save us. Commissar, it's a miracle that we've been able to hold out so far, and I feel very honored to be able to fight side by side with you. ”

"No, I'm not asking you to go back and ask for help."

Fu Xi turned his head in surprise and looked at the sharply outlined side face, showing a rare touch of warmth.

"Somebody has to go and tell other people what's going on here, and these young people shouldn't be forgotten."

He looked at the young man who had been sleeping among the irises forever, patted Fuxi on the shoulder, and whispered, "Tell the motherland that we have done our best." ”

The stern and stereotyped face showed a rare smile, he took out a photo, and handed it to Fu Xi along with the suicide note of the previous soldier, "If you can, please tell my daughter, just say that I love her." You are very good, Fuxi, your life should not end in this battle, maybe in the future, this country will still need you. ”

Then Bedorion stood up, dragged his wounded foot, and limped to the front.

The young soldier behind him looked at the resolute back, put away the letters and photos, and bowed deeply to the resolute back.

Goodbye, commissar.

The long darkness is finally over.

Dawn finally came, and after a night of artillery fire, Prussia lost patience and decided to take the town regardless of casualties. After the bloody night, the command of the Rhine regiment concluded that there were no French soldiers who could maintain their will to fight without breaking down in such a tragic battle.

They were about to face either a group of dejected captives or a pile of corpses that could not speak.

However, the commander of the Low Rhine Regiment guessed one thing wrong, they underestimated the will of this group of soldiers.

The soldiers who were still able to stand up were lined up and were inspected by the commissars, some had run out of rifles, they hung bayonets on their muzzles, and no one was cowardly or cowardly.

There were no bullets, so they charged with bayonets.

The soldiers of France are sworn to defend their homeland!

The sun shines throughout the town, and the irises in bloom in the emerald green fields sway from side to side in the morning breeze.

"The national flower of France."

The morning light sprinkled every muddy but resolute face, and the commissar of Bedorion saw this scene of lush flowers, and said with a smile, "It's beautiful." ”

In the next moment, the commissar hung a bayonet on his Chasepo rifle, stood against the light, looked at the Prussian soldiers rushing up in the morning light, and said sharply, "For France!" ”

The soldiers behind him said in unison and neatly, "For France." ”

He stepped on the ruins, took the first step, raised his bayonet, faced an enemy hundreds of times his size, and led the infantry regiment to launch a final suicidal charge.

Great and magnificent.

The last slogan, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, echoed throughout the field, and the hot blood was sprinkled all over the iris bushes.

"For the sake of the motherland, I will not surrender!"