The disease of the torrent water, as for the drifter, is also powerful, and the disease of the bird, as for the destroyer, the knot. It is a good fighter, its potential is dangerous, and its knots are short. The momentum is like a crossbow, and the knots are like a start. - Sun Wu

The rain stopped for a short time, and then it fell again, as fine as a cow's hair, three or five or seven drops.

A tuft of sewage lying quietly on the road, dotted with staggered halos, reflected in the murky water surface of the Mei 17 road sign, shaking, no longer clear.

There were figures with guns on their backs who went on the road in twos and threes, and fell on the road to rest, ignoring the rain and mud.

Later, some people stood next to the Mei 17 road sign in twos and threes, looking down at the ground, because the predecessors had left words on the road, written with bayonets, the words were very large, very deep, and the penmanship was very elegant.

The spectator tried to make out it, and after a while, someone shouted, "I know everything!" and turned around and called the company commander.

"The regiment commander left us an order! It was the regiment commander who left an order for us! We want our third company to wait here!"

When the tired company commander heard the sound, he came to the Mei 17 road sign, brushed aside the onlookers, and looked down at the ground.

There are five dragon flying phoenix dance characters drawn by bayonets on the road: Hao Ping, you wait!

The rain fell and fell, as fine as a cow's hair, three or five or seven drops.

......

The whistling whistle is getting clearer and closer, signaling that it is about to land.

Another violent tremor in the mud, a fierce flight, a rain of mud, in the dark background sprinkled the ground shattered, large pieces fell on the raincoat, knocking.

He stared at a clump of muddy grass at the edge of the pit, wondering why he could still see green, shouldn't everything be gray?

With your back against the mud, your head resting on the mud, and the mud in your arms, is it always painful, lost, and lost at such a time?

In the noise of the machine guns, there were screams of pain, and in the noise of the machine guns, there were also the sound of gunfire from the east, faintly, as if he could no longer hear it, only to feel the mud behind him tremble again.

All that reverberated in my head was the echoing whistle, the ballistic whistle, the whistling of shells, sluggish, harsh.

Feeling his shoulders being torn and turning his face in the mud, Ma Liang's anxiety was so close that he could see that he was shouting in the hustle and bustle, but he couldn't hear it.

The clever apprentice let go of the hand that was tugging at his shoulder and continued to repeat the shout anxiously while beginning to wave a simple gesture in front of him: eastward. Fight. East-facing. Fall back.

Boom -- The sound of the explosion thundered into the ears, as if it suddenly set off a stormy wave, instantly extinguished all the whistles in my mind, burst the embankment, and suddenly cleared up like water.

The sound of heavy machine guns, light machine guns, the roar of mortar shells, the roar of infantry artillery, the sound of bullets passing through the air, the sound of mud and rain falling into the water, and Ma Liang's anxious voice were clearly mixed with: "Brother, it's time to withdraw! Brother, do you hear that? It's time to withdraw! Wake up! I'm going to give orders on your behalf! Don't force me to leave you! Don't force me like this! Brother......

"Command it for me. Withdraw. East. How many count, you have to go to support Shi Cheng. ”

Suddenly speaking, Ma Liang was stupid, crooked in the mud puddle and couldn't believe it, the brim of his hat was dripping with muddy water, and the mud slid down the side of his face, staining the scar on his face.

They looked at each other, and then he smiled, and laughed as easily as relieved under the mud and rain, and then Ma Liang laughed too, and laughed out of tears, but the mud mixed with the curly brim of his hat could not be seen.

......

Straight sections, under the road, on the north side, muddy to muddy, wild grass to shrubs, 38 big covers to 38 big covers, crooked handles to Czech, more than 30 devils, more than a dozen eight roads, are all going crazy.

Don't look at the fact that there are not many people in this small battlefield, even if you count Shi Cheng's group on the south side of the road, it is only thirty against thirty, but this skirmish is extremely fierce, because the devil is in adversity and desperate.

The rapidity of the gunfire explained everything, Shi Cheng was in a hurry, gave up the idea of obliquely copying the west or east, and led the whole team directly to the north, approaching the road with stray bullets in the opposite direction, and he wanted to go to the south side of the road under the roadbed and throw grenades across the road to the north! The stray bullets that flew were all fired by Luo Fugui and them from the north, so Shi Cheng in the reverse direction could only try their best to lower their posture, occasionally crawling or climbing, and the speed could not be fast.

The situation has been completely clear, the devil knows that the eight roads on the south side of the highway are more than a dozen guns, and he also knows that the north side is a dozen guns plus two light machine guns, and it is impossible to shoot south at present, the devil squad leader guessed that the eight roads on the south side will definitely not be indifferent, it must be approaching the road, and soon, the north side of the roadbed will become a hell of grenades, and continue to nest under the roadbed is waiting for death!

So the devils attacked, and compared to the eight roads on the north side, two light machine guns against two light machine guns, the number of rifles was doubled, and they did not hesitate to push north. However, he couldn't rush up, his eyes were full of barren grass and shrubs and mud puddles, only the guns rang out and there was no figure, two Czech machine guns were there, and the pigs were looking for death, so they could only use the barren grass and shrubs to cover the crawling forward, and the speed was also not fast.

Both sides relied on machine guns to support, and all the rifles were desperately firing rapidly, in order to support the machine guns and fill the gap in the period when the machine guns were interrupted, they could not see the target, and could only shoot bullets at the other side's guns again and again, shooting at the shaking bushes and wild grass. Lying on their stomachs and prostrate, whistling and whistling, the grass and leaves shaking, quickly crossing and tearing, penetrating and penetrating, one after another.

Two Czech machine guns were at opposite ends of the array line, one operated by the bear and the other operated by a company of reinforcements. The new Heavy was inexperienced, he was slow to change positions, and he was blinded by the two crooked machine guns of the devil, and the Heavy was reloaded. The co-shooter operating the Czech machine gun, with poor timing, unable to see the target at all, and habitually reluctant to waste bullets, is losing its firepower value and is about to become an ornament.

The bear was furious, don't think that this shameless thing is angry and desperately approaching the devil, this bear is the Czech machine gun on the other end of the rage, and Ben didn't help much, causing his situation to become more and more difficult, and he has been taken care of alternately by the devil's two crooked handles.

"I'm X, your grandma's, are you holding a burning stick!"

The bear's broken gong voice scolded in the noisy shooting, and at the same time, following the direction of the shooting sound of the crooked machine gun, he frantically splashed out a whole magazine without panting, and the grass flew and jumped, and there was even the sound of the steel helmet bouncing bullets, which was so blind that it was decisive and abnormal. The bear is very good at doing this with a machine gun, and he dares to waste as many bullets as he wants, and it is better to shoot them out, because when he runs out of bullets, he has reason to think about running.

However, his position was marked more clearly by the angry scolding of his voice, and a rain of bullets broke through the grass, almost burying the bear on the spot.

"I can't live my life! Transfer, you're lacking! Grandma's now, I'll kick you to death......"

Another wave of bullets rained down, and there was a rush of chickens and dogs jumping from behind the bushes.

The waste held his head and drilled into the mud, trying to get away from the bear who was venting his anger in one ear: "Platoon commander, can you stop scolding?

The bear, who had fallen into the mud puddle to avoid the rain of bullets, pulled up the fallen steel helmet and buckled it to his big head, and poured it all over his neck with a muddy sound, and he didn't care to wipe his face, and sat in the mud puddle with the bear's eyes stunned and reminisced: "It's close again! Grandma's little devil is close again! Do you hear the guns just now? They are crawling here!"

After finishing speaking, the five simple bodies suddenly burst out of the mud pit, picked up the machine gun on the edge of the pit and swung on the spot, and at the same time shouted: "Small, backwards! Go and occupy another nest for Lao Tzu! Hurry up!" Then regardless of the bush or grass in front of the muzzle, gritting his teeth and pulling the trigger is a whole shuttle, pulling out the shooting fan from right to left, and hitting the mud **** mess.

One ear also rushed out of the mud puddle in embarrassment, remembering whether to eat or not, and forgetting that he was the bear's deputy shooter in a blink of an eye, he pulled the bolt on the three-eight big cover, stared at the bolt with a round eyeball, followed the bear's machine gun muzzle to pull the trigger, then pulled the bolt, and then buckled, and shot after shot quickly trembled until the magazine was empty, and the feeling of not having to kick the bolt with his foot made him very content, he didn't fight for the sake of fighting at all, he lacked happiness in the happy rhythm of pulling the bolt.

The waste threw the freshly filled machine gun magazine in his hand and threw it at the bear, and quickly turned around and ran several meters sideways, and there was a burst of random colors behind him, which made him can't help but say to himself: "This day is really impossible! Lao Tzu would rather be a soldier, lying down is better than climbing!"

The situation is precarious, Shi Cheng in the south of the road led people to crawl to the highway, and the devils in the north of the road prostrate to the north because of the decisive command, and they are far away from the roadbed, determined to approach the northern front in close combat and fight the eight roads, and there is no one who dares to stand on the entire battlefield, all of them are bullets whistling blindly.

Although Xu Xiao is small, he is no longer a recruit, and he doesn't realize that except for a limited number of old guys, no one dares to play his brain. Following the nine platoons, the nine companies, to this day, more than many soldiers know more about the battlefield, although there are bushes and wild grass and bullets whistling in front of him, he can understand that the devil is coming, and the bear makes him backwards, which confirms his hunch.

He was content, it was the special care that the bear took care of him, and it was a pure excuse to go back and choose the machine gun position. At the same time, he also had a premonition that Xiong had a 'retreat'.

If the north collapses, the south will be finished, and these devils will not be able to hold back, and the company commanders who are coming will also be finished, and they will all be defeated in a row!

He likes bears, so he knows bears too well, bears are very pitiful, he doesn't even have a mother, he is not strong at all, but he never pretends to be strong like himself, so he likes bears more, and he thinks bears are tall.

He knew that he couldn't change Xiong's will, and no one could change Xiong's will except the company commander.

He knows that he is small, but he wants to give, and he is willing to give all his courage to the bear, so that the bear will become the highest mountain, and his thoughts are naïve and simple.

Therefore, Xu Xiao put down the gun, untied the muddy cloth bag behind his waist, and let the scarred broken military horn seem to be out of the sheath, and felt out the copper horn mouth that is always treasured, and docked.

Simplicity and courage are always proportional.

All the warriors struggling in the mud did not have time to notice that one of the shortest figures stood up, he was not much taller than the bushes, but he was the only one who dared to stand up, but with his thin chest high, he held up a broken trumpet, and the red ribbon tied to the trumpet was already muddy and sticky.

The Storm roared out into the wilderness, pierced through the dark clouds, reverberated in the endless mud, and shook all the hearts that were still beating, even though some people didn't know that the rousing melody was the Storm Horn.

The instructor of the military trumpet once told Xu Xiao: Don't be afraid, when you blow the trumpet, you will have thousands of troops and horses, and you can crush everything.

Xu Xiaoxin was convinced, because at this moment he could feel that there were really thousands of troops and horses, rushing past him, and large bayonets swept past him in the sound of his charge, and the cold light moved forward, shaking the earth with a sound of killing.

Suddenly his body trembled, he was hit hard by the impact force, and the infinite loop of the charging horn stopped abruptly, and the tall figure who knocked him down was holding a bayonet and was passing over his fallen body, Xu Xiao only then came to his senses, it was a high knife......