"Boom, boom, boom......"

A dense burst of shells exploded in the woods where the platoon commander was.

It seems to be dense, but if you count it carefully, you will find that the number of shells in this batch is at least three less than the number of shells that fell when the big man was shelled just now. In other words, the artillery platoon commander's shells just now were effective, and at least three small steel cannons of the little devil should have been blown up.

Of course, this will not help the overall situation and strength of the artillery battle.

One of the shells was only about three meters away from the platoon commander, but miraculously not only did not injure the platoon commander in the slightest, but even the small steel cannon that the platoon commander was holding on to was not affected by the air wave. The only regret is that the loud explosion blew up both ears of the platoon commander and made his ears temporarily tinnitus.

"Ah~!"

This kind of tinnitus is very harsh, which makes the platoon commander's brain buzz, and there is a feeling of bloating and pain, and the platoon commander can't help but yell. But even so, the platoon commander's body and hands did not move a bit.

After the first batch of shells exploded, the platoon commander subconsciously shook his head, not only to shake off the dust and rotten leaves on his head, but also to make the buzzing sound in his head a little smaller, which really hurt.

However, the platoon commander understood better that time was pressing, and he had to shoot out the shells in his hand before the next round of shells came from the little devil.

So, the platoon commander struggled to get up, but his feet slipped and he fell to the ground. As a last resort, the platoon commander had no choice but to grab two shells with his left hand, hold them tightly, and hold the ground with his right hand, climb behind the small steel cannon, stand up on his knees, and then, stretch out the thumb of his right hand, and after gesturing forward, he quickly checked the ruler of the small steel cannon, and after making sure that it was correct, he put a shell on the muzzle of the gun tremblingly, and let go of his hand......

"Boom!"

The platoon commander quickly picked up the telescope and carefully looked at the results.

"Huh~!"

"Boom!"

"Heh!"

Seeing the shells exploding on the artillery position of the little devils, and even, in the flash of the fire, in the telescope, the platoon commander clearly saw the scene of the three little devils being blown away by the shells, which made the platoon commander laugh happily.

Then, a thought flashed through his mind: the last shell was fired, and it had to be put to good use, whether to shift the position, or ......

And then, there was no then.

Just as the platoon commander was thinking, suddenly, he saw a flash of fire suddenly appear in front of him, and then he felt that his body was light, and a wave of heat hit his face and hit his whole body...... It felt like someone had been slammed with a sledgehammer all over his body, and he couldn't help but squirt blood.

However, a sentence suddenly flashed in the platoon commander's mind: It turns out that this is what it feels like to be blown up by an artillery shell...... In a certain respect, with the platoon commander's experience in dodging artillery shells, if it were not for the tinnitus and the sound of the incoming shells piercing the air, the platoon commander would have been very sure to dodge this shell. However, it was because of the tinnitus of the platoon commander who was blown up by the previous shell that he didn't notice it at all, which is really regrettable.

In the end, the platoon commander felt a chill in his heart, as if something had pierced him, and he couldn't help but squirt blood outwards again......

couldn't help but look down at his heart, only to find that at some point, there was an extra broken branch with five or six centimeters piercing out of his chest, and it was dripping blood with flesh and blood. And around the heart, a large patch has been stained with blood, and it is still rapidly wetting and expanding.

The platoon commander understood that this time, he would not be able to go back to fight devils with his comrades.

However, the platoon commander did not regret it at all, since he had embarked on this road, he never thought of going to the battlefield alive.

However, the only thing that is a little regrettable is that the task was not completed and the little devil artillery positions were not blown up.

Thinking of this, the platoon commander looked up slightly at the opposite side, and then, thinking of the last shell that his left hand had been holding onto, he couldn't help but look down at his left hand, but found that his left hand was still holding the shell, but he wanted to raise the shell higher, but he couldn't do anything. I couldn't even move the fingers of my left hand, but instead drew the platoon leader's mouth, and blood kept gushing out.

Forget it, do your best, do your best!

The platoon commander raised his right hand with difficulty, took out the cigarette box from his pocket tremblingly, slowly brought it to his mouth, picked up a cigarette, and then slowly took out the matchbox, but one hand could not open the matchbox...... In the end, the platoon commander's right hand was suddenly paralyzed, his head was deviated, and he was martyred!

The platoon commander failed to blow up the little devil's artillery position in the end, but his heroic and fearless spirit of sacrifice who dared to bravely face death for the survival of the country and the nation deserves to be remembered forever by future generations.

About three minutes later, the little devil saw that there were no more shells here, so he did not continue the shelling. After waiting for a few more minutes, seeing that there was still no counterattack on this side, he suddenly seemed to guess the situation on this side, and in this way, he did not shell this side again. Instead, the position was urgently transferred, and from this point of view, the platoon commanders could be regarded as having completed the task: with only two small steel cannons, the artillery position of the little devil had to be urgently transferred.

Soon, a large man appeared in front of the platoon leader's body with his right arm covered...... The big man's right shoulder was wounded, and when he dodged the little devil's shell just now, he was cut by shrapnel.

looked at the platoon commander as if he didn't believe it, and it was a full minute.

Then, tremblingly, he put his left hand on the platoon leader's head and slowly tied the platoon leader's eyes.

Then, as if he had suddenly lost his strength, the big man knelt down in front of the platoon commander, his head touching the ground, and his body twitching silently—the pain was so great that he could not cry out loud.

Under the moonlight, the small steel cannon shell held by the platoon commander in his left hand refracted the moonlight, and it looked particularly secluded from the surrounding ash.

Inadvertently, the big man saw the shell.

He wiped away his tears and crawled in front of the cannonball, like a cannonball. I caught it, but I didn't catch it, because the platoon commander's left hand grabbed the shell too tightly.

Helplessly, the big man was in tears, and carefully and forcefully broke the fingers of the platoon leader's left hand one by one.

"Third Senior Brother, you wait, I'll help you fulfill this last wish. ”

Got up, turned around and looked, locked on a small steel cannon a few meters away, leaning under the trunk of a sand tree. The small steel cannon did not fall apart, and it looked intact, which made the big man feel extremely anxious and rushed over quickly.

However, when he hurriedly straightened the small steel cannon, and as soon as he saw the muzzle of the cannon that had become oval, a sense of sadness suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and he held the cannonball, raised his hands to the sky, and shouted to the sky: "Why? Why didn't I even give my senior brother a chance to make his last wish? Why......?"

Eventually, he fell to his knees and cried loudly......

Many years later, every time the big man thinks of the third senior brother, he can't help but ask, "Why is a waste like me still alive, but a hero like the third senior brother has died?"

No one can give an answer, and no one can understand such an answer, and this is the cruelty and iron blood of war - soldiers cannot control the outcome of the war, but every soldier is experiencing the blood and flesh of the war, and they are the most direct victims of the war.

Although the fourth battalion fought very hard with the little devils, although it has always been at a disadvantage, and although the casualties continue to expand, the fourth battalion still sticks to it, waiting, and looking forward to it. In the end, they waited for the result, the desired result.

When the sound of the continuous explosion of many little devils' cars came, whether it was the fourth battalion commander or ordinary soldiers, it was like a shot in the arm.

Subsequently, the commander of the fourth battalion began to order everyone to retreat according to the prior plan.

When the horn of retreat sounded throughout the forest, the third battle for the defense of Qinglong Mountain began to end.

The battle was so fierce that both the enemy and the enemy were killed, and in many places, both the enemy and the enemy were anxious together, not that they could retreat if they retreated.

Especially for the little devils, if they don't destroy the enemy in front of them, they can't go back at all, and when they see that the opponent suddenly wants to retreat, they want to slip away, so the little devils are getting more and more desperate. The retreat of the fourth battalion under the high morale was not rushed, but fought in an orderly manner, basically retreating under the cover of each other.

At this time, the minefields of the large number of traps arranged by the Orions on both sides of the main positions of the Fourth Battalion played a huge, even decisive, role: the little devils simply did not have time and opportunity to bypass these two minefields, so they could only rush through the middle.

However, the fourth battalion concentrated ten light machine guns here, arranged a platoon and ten snipers to go to the big mouth, and successfully blocked the crazy attack of the little devils. In the end, at the cost of twenty fighters, the fourth battalion was finally allowed to retreat.

At this point, the third battle for the defense of Qinglong Mountain was basically over.

In this battle, the four battalions, including the men and other logistics personnel, were counted together, a full 750 people, but 549 people died honorably in order to protect their families and defend the country, three people were missing, 79 people were seriously injured, and almost everyone was wounded.

Orion killed five people in the battle and seriously injured three, among them, Xiang Hua did one thing: for the sake of his son's settlement and the inheritance of his own incense, when he was fighting with the little devil with a bayonet, he first killed two little devils, and died with the third little devil.

The sniper platoon had 35 men in advance, 21 were killed and 2 were seriously wounded.

Judging from this cold casualty figure, whether it is the sniper platoon or the fourth battalion, it can be said that they have fought with the little devils.

However, according to incomplete statistics, in this battle, they eliminated nearly 800 little devils and injured countless little devils. and successfully dragged the little devil in Qinglong Mountain for a day and a night - if you count the time lost by blowing up the little devil's convoy and causing the little devils to walk on two legs, they dragged the little devil for three days and two nights, and in terms of time, the task has been completed. After all, everyone knows that with only 800 people, in the face of more than 5,000 well-equipped and well-trained little devils, and under the premise that they are extremely inferior in all aspects, it is already their best to be able to hold back the little devils for so long. And it also made the little devil pay such a big casualty and huge loss in materials, I have to say that the warriors such as the fourth battalion fought beautifully, and everyone was a hero!

After the incident, the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army awarded the fourth battalion the glorious title of 'steel battalion', and ordered the assault regiment to give priority to replenishing the weapons and ammunition of the fourth battalion......

Interestingly, in the history of the little devil's war, for this battle, it is only said that 34 people were killed in the battle, but 1,377 enemies were killed...... We won't say the previous sentence, but the latter sentence is very watery, but it is not completely fake, at least the number of people is really not fake, because, when the angry little devils were angry, on the way back urgently, they actually slaughtered three entire villages in Baoyuan County for no reason, and then counted these slaughtered villagers as among the enemies killed in battle......