For most military questions, there are only two answers: one is right and one is wrong. As a soldier, you must have a strong character in order to judge right and wrong in a complex war. —Montgomery

The haze is endless and shrouded, and the distance is misty and surrounding.

Hu Yi was numbly chopping the nameless bridge, sawdust flying, splashing his body and hitting him in the face, brandishing his axe, as if he didn't even think about what would happen behind the road. Maybe from the beginning, his idea was wrong, but he is not good at regretting, only focusing on the bridge under his feet, doing his best, and not stopping. Saying that one wrong move will lose the whole game, for a soldier who always loses, there is no feeling, endless failure, and the glory is dead. Ignoring the regimental commander's original orders, he just wanted to prevent more young lives from repeating his past mistakes, and worked hard for this, what is there to regret!

To the west of the Nameless Bridge, the 29th Company was deployed, and the formation of Gao Yidao was purely for dragging, not for the sake of determination. Although he complained, despite his scolding, it is a pity that he is also a road to the black goods; at the beginning of the road sign of Mei 17, he has made a choice, and now at this point, his character tells him that since he originally accompanied the idea of nonsense, then he has to follow it to the end, how cheap is it to regret halfway?

He gritted his teeth and set an hour as the goal of the battle, and he said to himself: If it exceeds one minute, he will strangle the scraps with his own hands, and he will be ashamed of all the snow! Whether he is still alive or not!

The second company and a platoon retreated on both sides of the road in the sight of Gao Yidao, and returned in embarrassment, being pursued and returning fire, and sometimes a soldier fell and never got up from the mud. The devil is coming, and he is on both sides of the Western Highway, and the soldiers are sharp and arrogant.

"You don't have to get close this time, let's fight now! Now! Let those mongrels unfold! Let those bastards show Lao Tzu!" Gao Yidao continued to grit his teeth, clucking loudly.

The sound of shooting was loud and loud, whistling in the muddy wilderness under the haze, whistling around the road. At the same time, Gao Yidao heard gunfire from behind the devils, from farther away in the west, and he froze, and the devils who were spreading out to the two wings of the road suddenly stopped.

Wu Yan was giving a loud order, ordering a company of two machine guns to suppress the crooked machine gun near the motorcycle in the west.

Wu Yan continued to give a loud order, ordering a company of soldiers on the north side of the highway to take advantage of the short gap in the fire of the devil convoy that had not yet been rolled out, and all of them moved to the south side of the road, and abandoned the north of the road.

Wu Yan once again ordered loudly, the first platoon stayed on the south side of the highway embankment, the second platoon stretched 100 meters into the southern wilderness to build a temporary position, and the third platoon extended the second platoon to the south 100 meters to select the position. Then a squad was sent to reconnoiter east of the road.

The whole company hit the side of the road in order to avoid collapse and destruction, because the current situation of the company is sinister and may become a pie at any time.

In the end, Wu Yan turned around and faced the head of the regiment: "My idea is ......"

"I don't need to explain the details! The first company is your company, I don't care about the details!"

"My idea is that you follow the three rows, go to the three rows. ”

Lu Tuan Changleng, then smiled again: "Leave a way out for Lao Tzu?"

Wu Yan was as serious as ever: "Do you want to compensate for the previous company commander and add a regimental commander?" ”

The sound of machine gun fire was gradually becoming denser, and the head of the regiment Lu sighed, took the guards to drill the grass to the south, turned back after a few steps, and shouted at Wu Yan: "Wu Yan, remember...... Your regimental commander, I am invincible in the world! There are so many follow-up moves! This is not a death order! Just do your best!"

Wu Yan looked at the regiment commander, the bearded muddy face was showing a confident smile at him, a look of pride in his chest, thinking of the devil who was hurriedly unloading heavy machine guns and mortars on the western highway...... At that moment, Wu Yan felt very happy, so happy that he was very sad, he didn't know whether he was happy for the head of the regiment or for himself, and he didn't know whether he was sad for the head of the regiment or sorry for himself.

The head of the regiment turned to the wild grass in the mud, and the tired back was clearly full of unwillingness in Wu Yan's eyes, which made Wu Yan, a tuberculosis ghost, hunch his back a little lighter, and looked west again, the devil's first heavy machine gun began to sound, and a barrage swept arrogantly over the swaying grass tips, whistling and piercing.

"Iron eggs, let your people spread out a little more. This is just the beginning!" Wu Yan's shout was equally harsh.

......

There were seven people on the nameless bridge, in the middle of the bridge, six people staggered and frantically picked up their axes, and one person was panting and fell crookedly next to his work station, and the sound of sawdust flying and chopping was endless.

The gunfire in the West gradually strengthened from weak to dense, like a drums of war, forcing the people on the bridge to cut more and more crazy, every second, every minute is infinitely long, more painful than participating in battle. Picked too hard, in a blink of an eye, the axe handle grinded blood blisters, and after the break, a second one emerged and did not let go, but under the impact of the axe blade, the gap of the heavenly killer still expanded so slowly, not because of how hard the wood was, not because of the blunt axe, but because of the eagerness.

Ma Liang, who had just left his bicycle and arrived at the scene, fell behind Hu Yi, staring blankly at the muddy water flowing under the bridge, silent, and the seven soldiers who rushed to replace him were still running on the way to come. Ma Liang wanted to ask how much time had passed, but he didn't dare to ask Hu Yi for some reason.

Hu Yi seemed to know what Ma Liang was thinking, he didn't stop waving his axe and taking out his pocket watch to look at it, but suddenly said, "Maybe fifteen minutes." Then he continued to slash in silence.

After more than ten seconds, Ma Liang suddenly contemplated and suddenly said, "Did you hear it?"

So Hu Yi also concentrated, and after a few seconds, he suddenly stood up on the bridge with an axe, staring at the turn of the Dongfang Highway around the small slope: "Stop! Stop! I said stop!"

A few hand axes didn't move, and all of them stared at Hu Yi on the bridge, and then ...... The sound of the engine faintly appeared, and it actually came from the eastern haze!

After a few seconds, Luo Fugui suddenly shouted: "It's over! Grandma's time is all over! The devil has come to reinforce it! Let's jump off the bridge directly, I can't run anyway." ”

Ma Liang jumped up: "Impossible! The devils in the west are the ones who are reinforced, right? Do the reinforces still need reinforcements?"

Hu Yi's numb eyes finally flashed with complexity: "Prepare for battle!" Cross the bridge and go down the Dongtou Road. ”

"East?"

"I don't care if he's a reinforcement or not. Ma Liang...... You prepare flares!" said in a resolute tone.

"Flares?"

A minute later, a partial three-wheeled motorcycle appeared around the corner, not fast, cautious because of the gunfire from the West, and then trucks, one, two, three.

The devil Dazuo sent the three spare trucks to Shaozuo as promised, helping to pick up people and save time, and ran all the way west to the afternoon, at this time to the bridge.

The motorcycle that was driving the road stopped at the east end of the wooden bridge, and did not dare to go any further, because now it was not only the problem of gunfire in the west, but also the deck of the wooden bridge was gone, and there was a horizontal gap in the middle of the seven thick beams, which had just been cut out, and sawdust was scattered all over the vicinity.

The motorcyclist driver waved a stop gesture at the vehicle behind him, then took out his binoculars and tried to observe the gunfire in the west, and the machine gunner sitting in the side bucket grabbed the machine gun grip and nervously visually searched the wilderness on both sides, but failed to notice the strange mud a few meters below the roadbed.

The three trucks stopped, parked dozens of meters behind the motorcycle, the passenger door opened, and a devil stepped on the side pedal of the door and leaned his upper body to wait for the motorcycle in front of him to give instructions for the next step, judging whether to turn around in advance.

The Czech light machine gun howled violently At this moment, it suddenly howled a few meters down the road next to the motorcycle, but it hit the cab of the first truck a few dozen meters to the east.

A clay figure sprang up next to the firing Czech machine gun, holding an M1932 shell gun and firing wildly at the approaching motorcycle members, and at that moment six gun-wielding clay figures stood up under the road on either side of the motorcycle, except for the large machine gunner who was strafing the truck.

"This is not reinforcements! Don't use grenades!" shouted the clay figurines holding the M1932 as they shot as the shots rang out. Because there were no devils jumping down in the back shed of the three trucks, the two behind were reversing frantically.

A short ambush, lightning and flint, seven people, a light machine gun and five shell guns, with a bayonet with three or eight large caps, the one who had already begun to rush towards the truck dozens of meters away, and then a half-sized man followed him with a shell gun, and then a tall machine gunner who also rushed over and emptied the magazine.

"Maleonn, release the flare!"

A clay figure who was also about to charge at the truck stopped in surprise when he heard the sound: "Now?"

"Now!" replied categorically.

Then Ma Liang found that Li Xiang had squatted under the motorcycle, picked up the shell gun and pulled out the axe, and picked it up under the fuel tank.

The smell of gasoline is hard to forget, and you can remember it for a lifetime.

Boom - Li Xiang's steel helmet became a basin in his hand, which was under the fuel tank of the motorcycle.

Hu Yi had just ripped off the steel helmet of the devil who died on the motorcycle, and when Li Xiang was running to the bridge with a steel helmet gasoline, the second one stopped under the fuel tank of the motorcycle and shouted at Li Xiang: "Just start splashing from the place where we cut it!"

Who can decide whose fate? Whose enemy is whom? Only one can defend himself.

When the flare flew up into the haze with a shrill whistle, Gao Yidao thought he was hearing a hallucination, and his resolute face was as incredible as the flare flying high in the darkness.

Ma Liang looked up at the obscure sky, looked up at the long-lasting gunpowder ballistic, and laughed so much that he couldn't hear it, because it was not a laugh at all, it was the release of life, and it was a splendid relief.

The gasoline was splashed over and over again, impacting, splashing, flowing, quickly diluting the mud stained on the sawdust, and the smell was so pungent that Hu Yi was drunk, like the wine he had drunk with Zhou Wanping......