Fog, still fog, still fog, still fog after being torn apart by madness for so long, still white.

The explosions were gone, the machine-gun sounds were gone, and only the scattered firing sounds, clear again and again, no longer noisy.

The drenched Liu Jianqiang still knelt on one knee in the stream, holding the drenched rifle and fighting hard.

Pop—the sound of the gun, his body shook violently, shaking so hard that it barely counteracted the recoil, and a bullet casing fell, splashing a little white flower on the surface of the water, and then quickly popped up three blisters, and then stood still in the fine sand beneath the clear water, glowing with a cold copper color.

Smack - another shot, this time he failed to counteract the impact of the recoil and fell on his back in the stream, his rifle dropping.

He struggled to prop himself up on his elbows in the cold, trying to regain his position, trying to pick up the gun in the water, but he couldn't get up.

He had no strength, he felt a little cold, he couldn't see his paleness!

The sand, which could only be propped up in the water with two elbows behind it, was submerged from the chest down, glowing with wisps of dark red, and was thin and long by the flowing stream, and then faded to the point where it was invisible.

The 'squad leader' was not far ahead, lying in the stream, with the brim of his hat still curled and a part of his face on the water, silent.

The ninth squad became the ninth platoon, and Liu Jianqiang still called him 'squad leader'; later the ninth platoon became the ninth company, and Liu Jianqiang still called him 'squad leader'; now, when he died, Liu Jianqiang still called him 'squad leader', because Liu Jianqiang thought he was the best squad leader! No matter who he was, he was the best squad leader!

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The drenched Ma Liang was still shooting, covered in bruises, like a shooting machine that had lost consciousness, kneeling in the stream, the shell gun in his hands was wet with water, and he trembled regularly again and again, shooting towards the white fog in the east.

Again he went to get the bullets, but his pockets were empty, and Maleon numbly skimmed the shell gun into the water, looked left and right, failed to find his rifle, and then tried to stand up, but without success, so he staggered into the stream and crawled to the body of the nearest comrade. Occasionally, one or two gunshots rang out behind the white fog ahead, and bullets flew indiscriminately nearby.

He took the clear rifle out of the water, caught a glimpse of the word 'Liu' on the butt, subconsciously turned his head sideways, Liu Jianqiang, who was lying on his back in the stream, was smiling faintly at him, his pale face was washed away unusually clean, this sloppy ghost had never been so clean, never so white.

"Next life...... Can you stay away from me...... I'm begging you......" Liu Jianqiang, who was already weak, was saying with his last strength.

"Okay!" Ma Liang didn't have the slightest expression on his face, there was no color in his voice, he looked at Liu Jianqiang, pulled the bolt in his hand, and loaded it into a row of bullet bridge clips.

"Run...... I don't want to...... I met you on the bridge of Naihe...... "The fine sand under his elbows loosened into a cloud, and his pale face was quietly submerged in the clear, clean and blemish-free, as if he was standing behind the water curtain and meditating, never opening his eyes again.

I want to learn from Hu Yi's numbness, I want to learn from Hu Yi's ruthlessness, although Ma Liang's cold face tightened, his nostrils couldn't stop moving rapidly, and he subconsciously shook his head.

Staring at the bloodshot eyes, looking forward, looking backwards, all still bodies, and gurgling water, and white, only himself could be seen on the water.

Struggled to correct the posture, the butt of the gun was against the shoulder, aiming at the white fog in front of him, snap-

"It's a pity I can't run. ”

Smack-

"I'll be angry with you on the Nai Ho Bridge. ”

Smack-

The last gunshots rang out lonely again and again in the fog.

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Kamikawa Chiba lay in the stream and smiled bitterly.

This is not an ambush, and he is convinced that there is nothing wrong with his choice. If it was the Eighth Route Army that set up an ambush, they should have rushed through such a short distance, and how could there be only one gun left by now. It's an encounter! an unfortunate encounter, a hateful shell gun, and you don't even know who is on the other side of the fog.

Of the original half platoon, there were now seven gasping, and only five were able to move, including him who had his leg destroyed by a grenade fragment.

"Don't waste any more time!" he stopped his two men who were still shooting into the fog.

The footprints downstream indicate that there is a reinforced company of the Eighth Road in the vicinity, and the expected response is not yet known, and now the location has been exposed, and the longer it drags on, the more hopeless it becomes. Now it seems that what was encountered may be a reconnaissance team that went forward, so is there still an eight-way team in the upstream? Although the main force in the hands is finished, although there are only a few people left, what should be done must be done, even if one person goes out, it can be regarded as a nominal success in breaking through, not annihilation!

"You four go now! Don't go downstream, wade north through this thorn, bypass the upstream, and then go south, out of the mountains to Meixian. ”

"But you ......"

"I have to stay here, I can't go, I don't want to go. ”

The four of them looked at each other, suddenly came over, and in the struggle of Kamikawa Chiba, he got his gun and carried him on his shoulder, they didn't have the courage to leave this imperial elite, otherwise there would be no good fruit to eat when they went back.

Two men drew their bayonets and began to try to split the thorns, while the other two followed with their commander on their backs.

The wounded soldiers in the two streams watched them sink into the thorns, and soon after, one shot at the other, and then swallowed the muzzle of the gun and fired again.

However, in the fog on the opposite side, the 38 big cover still shot again and again, but the frequency became slower and slower. It gradually slowed down until it rang once in a long time, and then it ...... It doesn't ring anymore.

The shallow bitter water stream, the misty fog, this is quiet.

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Wang Peng panted and ran in the fog, urging the team around him to speed up again and again.

After searching nearly ten miles south just now, the whole company suddenly heard a fierce gunfight in the direction of the middle reaches of Kushui Creek behind them, accompanied by continuous explosions.

This made Wang Peng a little confused, and he didn't understand the situation at all, but he immediately realized that eighty percent of the advance team was there! The whole company turned around on the spot and went straight to the scene of the gunfire.

Now, the gunfire has died down, the speed of the team is still unabated, and it is necessary to go to the scene to prove whether it is an advance team or not.

The thorns are sad, take a detour downstream, and then swim upstream.

Wading in the icy stream, I slowed down my speed in case of accidents, and the white expanse in front of my eyes was boundless, and the visibility was only a dozen meters.

As he walked, Wang Peng noticed a faint dark red flowing in the stream next to his legs, and immediately looked at the water in front of him, and a corpse half-lying in the stream loomed.

"Company commander, it's them!" the voice of the sharpie soldier sounded in the fog ahead: "There are twelve corpses!"

Twelve? Isn't this almost dead? Wang Peng threw off his stride and ran forward, the stream was murmuring, and a corpse appeared in a staggered manner, raising his foot to kick the nearest corpse over, with a flat nose, small eyes, short legs, and no need to search his body was already distinct.

The fighters behind him hula came over and excitedly began to clean up the battlefield.

"What's the mess? the first row continues forward, the second row cleans up, and the third row follows!"

As soon as the words fell, several sharp soldiers in front shouted again: "Company commander, company commander, come here!"

Following the sound, Wang Peng's face turned solemn, seven or eight soldiers were examining seven corpses, and the nearest one was the first, and he knew his identity by just the chic curly brim!

Hu Yi, the Ninth Company of the Independent Regiment, this ...... How can it be?

He ran over in a few big strides, stepped on the stream and splashed high, pushed away the warrior, grabbed the corpse by the collar, pulled the upper half of the corpse's body up to his lap, lifted one eyelid to look at it carefully, and then leaned over and put his ear to the cold chest drenched with water to feel it.

"He's still angry! You two hurriedly put on your back, first go out of the water to find a place to bandage and stop the bleeding, and then send it to Dabeizhuang. ”

Then he stood up and asked aloud, "Is there anything else alive?"

"There is one here!" followed the sound and looked over, half pale and half blood-red, a handsome unconscious face was quietly sliding blood and water in the warrior's shaking palm, Wang Peng knew, it was Ma Liang of the Ninth Company.

"This is Chen Chong! Chen Chong! He's still alive! Come and help me!" a warrior in the distance was dragging an unconscious, blood-soaked body out of the silt in the stream.

Everything in front of him made Wang Peng at a loss, he couldn't understand why Hu Yi appeared here out of thin air, and he was able to collide with the advancing team. It must have been hit in the face, the corpses on both sides were only more than 30 meters away, such a narrow space range, how did this battle start?

At this time, a recruit was surprised nearby: "Ho! It's gone! It's sent this time! Hey!"

The other soldier took a look at the sound and immediately rushed over: "Take it to you! Is this your rookie egg?"

One was reluctant to let go, the other was grabbing, and they were dragging each other, and a big kick suddenly came from behind, and there was a splash, and the two soldiers all fell into the stream, and turned back in embarrassment: "Company, company commander?"

Wang Peng bent down and picked up the fallen gun from the shallow clarity in front of him, M1932, almost brand new, beautiful roasted blue with a mysterious glow, water droplets are quickly sliding down the gun body, reflecting a different kind of metallic beauty.

Looking around, some soldiers were carrying the 38 big cover rifles fished out of the water on the backs of Xi Zizi, Wang Peng frowned, and suddenly increased the volume: "All the equipment of the Ninth Company is concentrated!

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Li Youde was in a hurry, and after dawn, he led the team to the north in the fog as planned, preparing to camp at the waterhole, but before he got out of Erli Road, he heard dense gunfire in the direction of Kushui River. If it weren't for this burst of gunfire, Li Youde and Wang Peng would have collided only two miles away.

Now Li Youde urged the team to move forward at full speed, feeling that the gunfire was in the middle of the Kushui Creek, where there was no suitable place for fighting, and the only possibility was in the stream. After running such a long way and suffering so many crimes, it is impossible to explain if he returns empty-handed, even if he carries back a few corpses of the imperial army! Otherwise, how can he prove that he has been here? How can he prove that he has not violated the yang and the yin?

It took exactly the same route as Wang Peng, detouring downstream and then going upstream.

The puppet army that was wading in the stream was hurrying, and suddenly heard a loud question from the white mist on the opposite side: "Who?"

The procession marching in the stream stopped, and there was a sound of gunbolts, and one by one, they looked left and right, and the thorns on both sides were dense, and there was nowhere to hide.

"Do you know Platoon Commander Ye?" the puppet army was so nervous that he began to squat down.

The two sides were silent with each other for a short time, one side didn't think it was a normal answer, and the other side felt that what was your platoon leader's surname wouldn't be considered for so long, so ...... Everybody gets it!

How can we know where the bitter water stream, which originates from the groundwater, flows for seven miles, and becomes the underground water, and its water is cold in all seasons? But now it seems that it may really flow to the bridge, otherwise why would it devour so many souls? Otherwise, why would it be endless?

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