Late at night on April 30, 1215, the stars dimmed. There were some torches sparsely erected on the Jianzhu Peak, barely bringing some light to the night.

Dai Huabin, the 358th Division Ice Soldier, was leaning against a big tree, eating a piece of hard bread vigorously, chewing very hard. And beside him, the soldiers of the 358th Division sat listlessly on the ground, dazed.

At this time, only two remnants of the 4th Regiment remained in the entire 358th Division, with a total of less than 700 people. As for Dai Huabin's guard company, they had already all been killed. During the two days and two nights of fighting, the officers and men of the 358th Division barely closed their eyes. Because, the enemy army under the Jianzhu Peak launched seventy attacks on them. Seventy times! No matter how dangerous the terrain of Jianzhu Peak is, there is a limit to human physical strength after all.

Due to the narrow front of Jianzhu Peak and the steep terrain, Chengtian's cavalry could not go up the mountain, so they could only rely on infantry to rush to the death. Therefore, Dai Huabin planned to deploy only one regiment of troops in the front, and to change the guard every two hours for rotational rest. However, what Dai Huabin didn't expect was that Subutai under the mountain was completely crazy. Knowing that the terrain of Jianzhu Peak was steep and the Northern Navy occupied favorable terrain, Subutai actually launched an almost suicidal group charge towards Jianzhu Peak with the map as a unit.

As a result, the various figures of Chengtian were condescendingly stoned by the Beihai army, shot with bows and arrows, and without any cover, with flesh and blood to resist the dense rain of arrows and falling boulders. On the 29th, Dai Huabin even tied straw into grass balls, and used a certain period of tailwind to use a large-scale fire attack on the Chengtian infantry who were climbing and jumping, which made the Chengtian soldiers who attacked the mountain wail. After successive attacks, the Shangdang regiment suffered heavy casualties, no less than 100,000. However, under the continuous attacks of the Chengtian army, which was not afraid of death, the 358th Division was simply unable to use rotation tactics. As casualties mounted, the pressure on the frontal defense was unprecedented. In order to hold the second-line position on the mountainside, Dai Huabin had to devote more than half of his troops to attack and kill each other with the Chengtian army. After two nights of sleeplessness, the defense line of the 358th Division was finally broken this morning, the second-line position was lost, and the two main regiments were all killed. Subsequently, the Shangdang Legion attacked the main position of Jianzhu Peak several times, which caused Dai Huabin's guard company to be killed, and Dai Huabin himself suffered multiple knife wounds.

Looking at the scattered fires, Dai Huabin knew that there was not much time left for him. And the Chengtian army halfway up the mountain also stopped the endless group charge at this time. Perhaps they also knew that there were not many of the brave North Sea troops on the hill who could stop their next offensive.

Half of the cake is gnawed, and tonight's meal may be Dai Huabin's last meal. Carefully looking at the cake in his hand, a round and cute face appeared in the eyes of the 358th Division Ice Warrior.

"Dad, Uncle Sun's cooking cakes are delicious, when will Daddy also make cooking cakes for Chunni to eat. ”

"Haha. You stupid girl, if you want to eat, Dad will go to Uncle Sun and buy it for you later. Don't forget, Dad is a majestic general, but Dad really can't make cakes. ”

"Daddy is so stupid, he can't learn. No, you must make cooking cakes for Chunni. As she spoke, a little girl of four or five years old kept shaking her father's arm, cute and coquettish.

"Chunni, Dad really doesn't know how to make cakes. Otherwise, Dad will give you money, and next time Dad will follow Uncle Sun to learn the skills of making cakes, okay?"

Perhaps smelling the fragrance of cakes coming from the street, the little girl took the Tianyun coin in her father's hand and ran towards the door.

"Chunni, wait for Dad, don't run around alone!"

A tear suddenly fell on the half of the cold cake, and the warm memory turned into a sporadic faint fire.

"Daughter, wait for Dad. In the next life, my father will definitely make you the most delicious cooking cakes, which must be better than Uncle Sun's. Chunni, remember to wait for your father to come back!" Dai Huabin thought of his daughter who was far away on the snowy mountain, with a wry smile on his face, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Chief Bing, I miss your Chunni. A man of about forty years of age with a wrinkled face walked over and sat down to Dai Huabin's right.

"Erhu, your kid is still alive. Dai Huabin looked up and saw that it was his fellow villager, Sun Erhu, the second son of Uncle Sun in his daughter's mouth.

"Yes, I'm lucky to be alive, but the brothers in our regiment are so dead that I, Sun Erhu, are left alone. The day before yesterday, there were more than 1,000 people in our regiment, and we all died. Thinking of his dead companion, Sun Erhu cried and said.