The squad leader didn't talk nonsense with him, and shouted while twisting the lid of a grenade: "Instead of seeing you killed, it's better to let Lao Tzu be killed by this grenade with you......"

As he spoke, he pulled off the fuse of the grenade, and in the green smoke from the handle of the grenade, he asked with a hideous smile: "If you don't give the order, Lao Tzu won't throw this grenade." ”

I never expected the squad leader to be forced to die, looking at the squad leader's resolute expression didn't look like a joke, and then looking at the smoking grenade in the squad leader's hand, he was grief-stricken and shouted with a strong pleading: "Squad leader?"

"Get out!"

Helpless, Wang Ermao could only grit his teeth and turn around, running with both hands and feet.

The squad leader hurriedly threw the grenade out, and muttered in his mouth: "Damn, I was scared to death, and I almost relented." ”

Hearing the explosion, Wang Ermao looked back worriedly and saw the squad leader lying on the trench, obviously fine. He wanted to run back and live and die with the squad leader, but the squad leader twisted the lid of a grenade again, and smiled at him while pulling the lead: "Ermao, remember, you are a member of the first class, and you have been a soldier of the first class all your life." The fighting spirit of our squad, you must pass it on, this is an order. ”

Wang Ermao suddenly understood the squad leader's good intentions, and he also knew that even if he ran to the squad leader's side now to continue fighting, it was no longer as meaningful as his own life. Living by oneself not only represents one's own life, but also represents the lives of the eleven fighters in the class. Only by living can we be worthy of their current efforts, their entrustment, and their spirit of tenacious struggle and never admitting defeat...... You must live well.

"Squad leader, I must live well and pass on the fighting spirit of our class...... Squad leader, take care!" Wang Ermao, who was shouting while running, didn't notice that his tears were flowing down his cheeks, and he didn't notice that his voice was so hoarse, so sonorous and powerful, shaking the valley and penetrating people's hearts!

The squad leader held a grenade, shook his hand at him with a smile, and then pulled off the grenade's fuse and threw it at the little devil. When he turned around, he wiped his eyes, saw that there were water stains on the back of his hand, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, and muttered: "Hey~!

Then he was stunned to find that there were no more grenades at hand...... Previously, when the comrades retreated, according to the order, they left all the grenades, which were nearly two hundred, and no less than thirty were placed around him alone, and in just a few minutes, they were all thrown out. You can see how dangerous the situation on the battlefield is. To put it more ugly, the first class has been able to support until now, all thanks to grenades.

When the little devil saw that there was no more gunfire on the second line of defense, and he did not throw the grenade that made them hate it, he immediately came to his senses and charged more vigorously.

Seeing this scene, the squad leader was anxious! He glanced left and right, but fortunately, the sacrificed comrades-in-arms were more or less surrounded by grenades.

Quickly ran over, grabbed a grenade, opened the lid, pulled off the lead, and didn't even have time to look down, so he threw it straight down.

"Boom!"

"Ahh

After an explosion, two screams were immediately heard.

The old squad leader is a veteran and very experienced.

He felt that he had thrown a grenade down so easily just now, and it was only about ten meters away from the defense line, and there was actually a scream of the little devil, which means that the little devil was at most ten meters away from his own defense line.

He was even more anxious.

In his opinion, even if he died, he had to pull a few more little devils to accompany him to the funeral, how could he let the little devils rush up so easily?

He threw two more grenades down one after another, and then, he picked up the third grenade, twisted the lid, pulled off the lead, and took advantage of the grenade explosion to extend a few seconds, and suddenly looked down, but saw that the little devils had already rushed under the defense line and were rushing up the slope, he was in a hurry, and he threw it to the place where the number of little devils was most concentrated without thinking about it.

Or say, 'Fierce and invincible in the world'.

He was alone, but because he kept throwing grenades, and he was throwing them on the move, the little devil basically had no good way to deal with him, and even returning fire with grenades couldn't blow him up. For a while, the little devil didn't know if he was killed by his tricky behavior and didn't dare to charge, or he didn't want to lose too many troops at this time - the little devils climbing on both sides of the slope were about to climb to the top, at this time, there was no need to consume unnecessary troop losses, or wait for the comrades who climbed the slope on both sides to climb up, and then a three-sided attack, and they would definitely be able to take this position in one go.

The little devil's procrastination allowed the old squad leader to live a little longer.

Just when the old squad leader was happily throwing grenades down while running, suddenly!

"Squad leader!"

A faint voice suddenly interrupted the squad leader's movements.

The squad leader looked at the voice in disbelief, it turned out to be a soldier in his squad, however, this soldier had a large blood stain on his chest, and blood was also flowing from the corner of his mouth, obviously, he was hit in the chest and would not live long.

ran over, helped Xiao Peng to sit up, and asked, "Xiao Peng, how are you?"

"Squad leader, I'...... Ahem!ahem!" Xiao Peng was seriously injured, and as soon as he opened his mouth to say a few words, he coughed, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding more, but he still forced himself to say: "Squad leader, can you make me a cluster grenade......?" I want to pull a few more...... A few devils give me ...... Give me a funeral, ahem!"

"Okay, don't talk, I'll do it. ”

The squad leader's eyes immediately turned red, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Xiao Peng is from Tongren County, when the little devil attacked Tongren County, he was resisted by the national army defending the city, so he ignored the life and death of the people in the city, and shelled wildly. Xiao Peng's parents were all wiped out in that shelling, and when Xiao Peng learned the news, he went straight to join the guerrillas. Later he was selected to join the assault regiment.

To tell the truth, Xiao Peng trains seriously, but he is not very bold, not to mention his comrades-in-arms in the same class, even the squad leader himself, although he encourages Xiao Peng, but in his heart, he really looks down on Xiao Peng...... A coward is equal to a coward, and he will be looked down upon by everyone, let alone in an iron-blooded army.

However, I never expected that the critical moment showed his heroic nature, and now, Xiao Peng still has such courage, which is really beyond the expectations of the squad leader, and also makes the squad leader moved and proud.

The squad leader understands better that at this moment, the last moment has arrived.

So, he quickly made two cluster grenades from the collected grenades.

put one in Xiao Peng's hand and smiled at Xiao Peng: "Brother, brother, I'll go first, go down and explore your way." ”

After saying that, he pulled off the lead, jumped into the trench, and rushed down quickly.

"Little devil, I am your eighth generation ancestor!"

"Bang, bang, bang......"

"Boom!"

Hearing an unusual, unusually loud explosion, Xiao Peng knew in his heart that the squad leader was gone.

He tried to keep his eyes open and take a deep breath, ignoring the little devil who was getting closer and closer, and looked up at the clear blue sky for a long time......

Suddenly!

He pulled off the lead, and in a puff of green smoke, he exerted all his strength and shouted: "Dad! mother, my son is worthy of his ancestors, and he has avenged you!"

"Boom!"

Martyrdom!

The second line of defense has also been breached!

Now the assault regiment was left with only a third line of defense.

(After this battle, Zhang Qingshan immediately ordered the reconstruction of the second platoon and the first squad, selected the elite to supplement, and appointed Wang Ermao as the leader of the first squad.) Maybe it is really with the blessing of the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, although Wang Ermao has participated in countless battles later, he has always been alive and well...... When he was dying, his last words were, "Please bury me in Qinglong Mountain, and I want to report to my squad leader and comrades-in-arms: I have been living well in this life and living for them." ”）

At this time, there was a dead silence on this battlefield, and the silence made people chill, but it also made people feel angry in their hearts.

I don't know if I was shocked by the resistance of the first team, or because I had other plans, anyway, after the little devil captured the second line of defense, he did not charge the third line of defense with all his strength as before, but took a short rest, and by the way, he concentrated his forces and redeployed them to prepare for the next more brutal battle...... In order to prevent the people on the third line of defense from shooting at them, they also took the initiative to withdraw from the second line of defense, and only sent people to guard the bottom of the line.

As for the officers and men of the Third Company on the third line of defense, they were extremely angry when they saw their comrades-in-arms who sacrificed their lives to cover themselves; they were extremely sad and indignant when they saw the 11 soldiers of the first squad sacrifice so boldly and heroically; and they were extremely hopeful when they thought that the little devils were about to rush up next...... At this moment, there is no need to say anything at all, anger alone is enough to burn everything, which is probably what the Art of War says, 'The mourning soldier will win'!

Zhang Qingshan was also sad and angry in his heart, but he understood the truth that 'mercy is not in charge of the army, and anger is not in the army!', so he has been restraining his anger.

He knows that there is a degree to everything, especially now, and he can't boost morale anymore, otherwise, if he encourages him again, the comrades will be carried away by anger, and maybe they will directly give up defending the third line of defense, and rush down directly to fight with the little devils, which will outweigh the losses.

Therefore, he walked all the way along the trenches, constantly reminding everyone to be careful of the devil's shells and pay attention to dodge.

But in his heart, he has been silently counting the number of people.

The Third Company originally had one hundred and thirty-seven men, but due to the losses of the first and second defensive lines, there were now one hundred and seven men left. This does not include the six losses of the stretcher team and one person of the medical team. That is, a total of thirty-seven people were lost. And the two soldiers who withdrew were almost all wounded, which shows the fierceness of the battlefield.

But what made Zhang Qingshan both emotional and proud was that there were only three seriously injured people, and all three of them were rescued after being knocked unconscious by a shell. Aren't there any other seriously wounded? No! Absolutely.

But where did they go?

It really makes everyone proud to say it: in order not to drag everyone down, and in order to kill a few more devils, none of them were withdrawn, and all of them died in battle...... As in the first squad, when the soldiers on the first line of defense retreated, they were covered by a few seriously wounded. They had to be in the back of the palace, otherwise they would commit suicide on the spot, and everyone who watched wept, but everyone felt extremely proud and proud to have such comrades-in-arms and brothers.

Just when Zhang Qingshan felt that there was a breath in his chest and panicked, his guard Sun Bingcheng ran back.

"Report!"

Zhang Qingshan's brows immediately furrowed, he looked at Sun Bingcheng very unhappily, and asked, "Why have you been there for so long?"

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