When he opened his eyes, he saw a broken sky between the leaves, and it was not blue, but blue, black, and obviously white clouds, dark as dark clouds, and the sunlight shone down the trees, and the pale halo made the green leaves gray. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Enduring the pain all over his body, enduring the ringing in his ears, he sat up blankly, and saw his puppet military hat tilting in the grass a few meters away, only to realize that he had just been swept away by the blast wave of the explosion. It seems that there is a gunshot in my ears, as if there is a cry nearby, and I can't hear it clearly.

His shoulders shook suddenly, his face turned sideways, and a subordinate half-knelt beside him and tore at his shoulder, and his face was distorted by fear and shouted at him: "The Eighth Route is coming from the south! Platoon commander! Let the brothers withdraw! Platoon commander ......."

Platoon commander? Yes, he remembered that he was a platoon commander. As a platoon commander, the salary is much richer, and the salary has been saved for several months, and the family has promised a family from the neighboring village to choose an auspicious day for the zodiac.

Suddenly, half of his face was hot and sticky, and the hand that his subordinate held on his shoulder let go of him, and he looked at it again, the subordinate next to him was trying to cover his neck, his expression of fear had frozen, and his head suddenly trembled like a shock, as if a dark thread had penetrated his skull at that moment, poof-the corpse fell beside him, blood was still flowing, and his discoloration eyes were not bright red, they were very dark.

Turning back to the south, between the light and the shadows of the trees, the figures of black soldiers swayed, several meters after another, stretched into a horizontal line of attack, obscene and despicable cats, cautiously raising the muzzle of the gun, or hanging a bayonet under the muzzle, calmly and slowly approaching.

He didn't shout to retreat, in fact, the survivors were already retreating in a panic and fleeing to his side, however, this was wrong, he understood.

"Fight back, resist, resist me......"

He was shouting in a heart-rending voice, his voice hysterical in the not-so-dense dark woods, but it had no effect on the deserters, who watched as they were struck in the back and plunged into the grey vegetation, or staggered to their feet, shot again, as if they had been harvested.

Soon, the fleeing targets were dead, and at this time he found that things were not as desperate as he had imagined, and there were at least seven or eight others who were trying to fight back and did not escape, whether they carried out his orders or instinctively resisted, at least there was hope.

He finally heard clearly, the sound of gunfire, ballistics across the branches and leaves, the wounded crying, and the noise coming from another platoon on the northwest side, hesitating to come to support until now.

All the way around the wine station, platoon by platoon was deployed in a fan-shaped line, his platoon was the easternmost point at the end of the woods, the insidious Eighth Road suddenly launched an attack from this end, fire support was impossible to obtain, only the adjacent platoon could save him, however......

He pulled the seventy-nine rifle next to the corpse, and his mind went blank behind the nearest tree trunk, and he pulled the bolt to load it, and mustered up the courage to bend his body and raise the gun.

He shot desperately with a few remaining subordinates, and after emptying the magazine, he felt that he had hit one, and pressed the bullet bridge into the chamber again, and the probe gun hit again, and the black offensive line behind the light and the shadows of the trees finally stopped, and he still did not stop, shooting frantically at the shadows of those tree trunks, hating that the bullets did not penetrate.

Emptying the magazine again, he reloaded the bridge clamp for the second time, and courage eased his nerves, and he felt that at least he would survive.

Pulling the bolt of the gun and raising the gun again, he suddenly found that there were two less subordinates in front of him, and in hesitation, the third one was shot again, he was obviously half-kneeling behind the tree, why? The corpse fell out of the trunk horizontally and was planting its head into the ground.

"Sideways!"

The offensive line composed of more than twenty black shadows stretched out nearly fifty meters wide, and he and a few surviving subordinates blocked their limited front, but the other end of that offensive line did not stop at all, and obscene and gloomy black shadows were visible on the left!

Boom - it was the creepy sound of a heavy object hitting a nearby branch, and a few leaves fell with a thud into the grass.

"Grenades!"

He felt that he had fallen, no, as if he had been pushed, lying in the grass and looking at the fallen leaves after the explosion, the halo in the shade of the trees was still so white. The battlefield was different from what he had imagined, shouldn't it be that everyone was firing their guns at each other from a distance, and why did they have to fight each other? It was a wood, so close that he could see the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, and it was the first time he had seen the muzzle of the enemy's gun so closely.

The offensive line of the slaughter could be felt resuming its advance, step by step, tree to tree. Finally, Zhao Wu's military boots stopped on the side of his face lying on his back, the leggings on the military boots were very strange, he had never seen them, and the white light that leaked through the shade of the trees darkened the face that looked down on him clearly, but the brim of the hat was worn very low, and the curling arc was perfect.

"I don't want to die. I can't die. I'm about to get married. I give up. I ......"

He saw the bayonet stabbed into his chest viciously and drew it neatly, and he fell silent as he watched the tall shadow pick up the bloody bayonet again and mercilessly straddle his body, the sky between the leaves darkening more and more...... It's a forest.

......

When Wu Yan opened his eyes, he also saw the sky, but the sky was shaking, because he was lying on the stretcher, and he also saw the sweat-soaked spine of the soldier carrying the stretcher.

"Where is this?"

Hearing Wu Yan on the stretcher, Tie Dan behind hurried a few steps to the stretcher: "Company commander." ”

"Tell me where this is?"

"It's a short walk away from White Rock Beach. ”

"Why do you want to go to White Rock Beach?"

"At that time, there was a small group of devils swimming upstream, and there was no way to retreat west...... At the intersection just now, I made the illusion of going north to Niujia Village, and we can get rid of it by crossing the river to the south in front. ”

Wu Yan on the stretcher tried to raise his head to see the team marching behind, but he couldn't succeed, and coughed for a while: "How much is left?"

The iron egg bit the chapped purple lips: "Half." ”

After being silent for a while, Wu Yan smiled weakly and closed his eyes: "Okay." "Unconscious again.

More than 60 soldiers were exhausted into a single marching line, and their faces were oozing blood, and the so-called half, including the wounded.

Tie Dan didn't feel sad, he was glad that he had carried out the company commander, and the back of his military uniform was bloody. Acting as the company commander, he didn't feel honored, but felt infinitely lonely, so he always looked back at the team and counted silently again and again.

Smack-

Behind the mountain beam, there was a sudden gunshot!

This gunshot sounded like thunder in Tie Dan's mind, this is what happened to the spearhead soldiers in front, and more importantly, this gunshot will also cause the illusion just now to be done in vain, and the angry devil chasing soldiers must follow the sound, and the dream of safe transfer is shattered.

Climb up the mountain beam with all his might, not far away, a team is hurriedly unfolding, it seems that it is a puppet army, about a company, the two teams were originally across the mountain beam at the same time to the south of the white rock beach parallel, and close enough, naturally encountered, that is Li Yong sent to the upstream detour to copy the back of the wine station.

The puppet army is unfolding, Tie Dan is not in this mood, the devil is behind, and if he stops, he will be coerced, but fortunately, the puppet army has stopped, and he must cross Baishitan first.

About 30 minutes later, the two teams in front and behind stopped again across Baishitan, one company on the south bank of Baishitan and the puppet army company on the north bank of Baishitan.

The knee-deep river flows wide and gently, and the pebbles are large and large, and the shallow water is extremely clear, reflecting the swaying clouds and distant mountains.

"Please!" a seriously wounded man screamed.

Iron eggs looked around, a few were not injured, the devil seemed to be mad, and the pursuit team sent out bit and chased like a red-eyed mad dog, chasing all the way and fighting all the way, a company of ammunition was about to run out, almost all the survivors became wounded, and the South Beach blockade was worth it!

"Leave you to feed the devils?"

"We're here to stop! we can go!" said another seriously wounded man.

If the company commander was still conscious, he would have ordered it like this. Tie Dan really wanted to learn to be a company commander, but at this moment, he didn't know what to learn from the company commander, he just remembered the wry smile of the company commander after he was silent.

So Tie Dan smiled as hard as he could: "Okay." Then continue to block. Who made me not want to be demoted to be a squad leader? Who let us be a company! A company is an iron plate, and the iron plate can't be disassembled, and if you turn into a corpse, you can still get the devil's feet!"

It's a terrible joke, and someone laughs along.

Looking back at the north bank, it will not be calm for long, the pursuit force of the devils will arrive at any time, plus the puppet army of the company on the other side, it will be another spectacular attack, which will make the iron egg can't help but surge in blood, can it still repel another attack? It's time to move out of the company's sacrificial skills.

Soon after, on the south bank of Baishitan, fires were lit upstream, and there were more and more piles, and later the fires were covered with all kinds of green plants, and the thick smoke began to spread over the south bank like clouds and mist, covering the blocking positions that were being hastily constructed.

The range is invalid, the accuracy is invalid, the firepower is invalid, and whoever wants to attack must be aware of the bayonet!

The puppet army on the north bank was dumbfounded, the Eighth Route was pretending to block the attack and then escaped through the smoke, it must be! In the midst of hesitation, the Imperial Army arrived panting, all red-eyed and exhausted, like veritable hungry wolves, and they didn't bother to put their machine guns on the south bank when they saw the swirling scene.

The lieutenant who led the team drew half of his saber, returned it to its sheath, and raised his finger to the nose of the puppet army company commander who came to report: "You cross the river first!"

The surface of the river sparkled and reflected the swaying wading figures, and the occasional reflection of bayonets, a large ...... (To be continued.) )