The dry fried rice, mixed with cold water, kept entering the mouths of the brothers, and after a night of fighting, their stomachs were already growling.

"Old watch, remember to follow me when you wait, don't rush."

The soldiers lying on the ground were surrounded by guns and bullet belts, and the steel helmets were padded under their heads, and they lay lazily, waiting for the order to attack.

"Why?"

The brother next to him asked puzzled.

"Mountain boy, there are more than ten descendants on the set, and now there are only five of us alive, and one of us must go back alive to report the news, go back and tell the villagers that we are desperately dying with the devil, and we have not disgraced our ancestors."

Another old soldier opened his eyes, tears already appeared in the corners of his eyes, those future generations, he burned them with his own hands every time, and every time he burned one, he felt that his soul was getting farther and farther away from Qijiang.

"Uncle, if you want to go back, you will go back; We've got you covered. ”

", what are you protecting me for? The mountain girl is only eighteen years old, and she doesn't even know what a woman tastes like, but labor and management have seen everything......"

……

In the scattered shrubs, on the grassland under the forest, there are small groups everywhere, they may take the set as a unit, or take the armor as a unit, in the local voice, recalling the bits and pieces of their hometown, in their hearts, so as not to get lost.

"Let the brethren prepare!"

Feng Zheng actually heard some of the words of these brothers, but he did not block them, this is what the Chinese should bear in this era, and it is the responsibility of every Chinese to protect the armor and defend the country.

"The third battalion, ready to go."

"A battalion, all rise up ......"

The officers bent over and shouted incessantly, rallying their brethren.

"Boom ......"

A cannonball, with a perfect arc, dragging a beautiful tail flame, explodes in the campfire.

"One hundred meters ahead!"

At the edge of the campfire, behind a pile of bushes, the communications man carried a walkie-talkie on his back, and the artillery observer shouted inside.

"Chinese shelling, prepare!"

On the position, the drowsy devils were awakened by the explosion, and the officers were sleepless and shouted loudly for the devils and the Burmese to enter the position.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

After a simple test firing, a cluster shelling of twenty mountain guns began.

"Ahh

The shells that exploded on the ground, with the help of chemical reactions, the firelight mixed with mud and sand and shrapnel quickly expanded and exploded around, and in the glow of the fire, several enemies were thrown high by the explosion, and in the screams, they fell back to the position.

"Up!"

Zhang Chuan waved his hand, shouted, and with more than 500 brothers, bent over, and ran into the bonfire......

"Chinese!"

As soon as he entered the campfire, the devil officer on the position had already seen it, but unfortunately his words were drowned out in the sound of artillery.

"Kill and give!"

The devil officer roared, the Chinese's routine of night fighting was too obvious, always using artillery cover to get as close to the position as possible, and then launching a charge, as if they were never afraid of being killed by their own shells.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

On the position, the machine guns with bunkers began to roar, and the bullets kept flying towards the front of the position.

"Climb down!"

"Climb forward!"

At the shouts of the officers, the brothers of the second battalion were already lying on the ground, and they were used to attacking in this way.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A succession of shells smashed on the position, drawing and dragging shining bands of light in the dark air, the mud and sand in front of the position kept being swept away, the vision formed by the devil relying on the bonfire became blurred, and the machine gunner blindly pulled the trigger, towards the position in his memory.

The dry fried rice, mixed with cold water, kept entering the mouths of the brothers, and after a night of fighting, their stomachs were already growling.

"Old watch, remember to follow me when you wait, don't rush."

The soldiers lying on the ground were surrounded by guns and bullet belts, and the steel helmets were padded under their heads, and they lay lazily, waiting for the order to attack.

"Why?"

The brother next to him asked puzzled.

"Mountain boy, there are more than ten descendants on the set, and now there are only five of us alive, and one of us must go back alive to report the news, go back and tell the villagers that we are desperately dying with the devil, and we have not disgraced our ancestors."

Another old soldier opened his eyes, tears already appeared in the corners of his eyes, those future generations, he burned them with his own hands every time, and every time he burned one, he felt that his soul was getting farther and farther away from Qijiang.

"Uncle, if you want to go back, you will go back; We've got you covered. ”

", what are you protecting me for? The mountain girl is only eighteen years old, and she doesn't even know what a woman tastes like, but labor and management have seen everything......"

……

In the scattered shrubs, on the grassland under the forest, there are small groups everywhere, they may take the set as a unit, or take the armor as a unit, in the local voice, recalling the bits and pieces of their hometown, in their hearts, so as not to get lost.

"Let the brethren prepare!"

Feng Zheng actually heard some of the words of these brothers, but he did not block them, this is what the Chinese should bear in this era, and it is the responsibility of every Chinese to protect the armor and defend the country.

"The third battalion, ready to go."

"A battalion, all rise up ......"

The officers bent over and shouted incessantly, rallying their brethren.

"Boom ......"

A cannonball, with a perfect arc, dragging a beautiful tail flame, explodes in the campfire.

"One hundred meters ahead!"

At the edge of the campfire, behind a pile of bushes, the communications man carried a walkie-talkie on his back, and the artillery observer shouted inside.

"Chinese shelling, prepare!"

On the position, the drowsy devils were awakened by the explosion, and the officers were sleepless and shouted loudly for the devils and the Burmese to enter the position.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

After a simple test firing, a cluster shelling of twenty mountain guns began.

"Ahh

The shells that exploded on the ground, with the help of chemical reactions, the firelight mixed with mud and sand and shrapnel quickly expanded and exploded around, and in the glow of the fire, several enemies were thrown high by the explosion, and in the screams, they fell back to the position.

"Up!"

Zhang Chuan waved his hand, shouted, and with more than 500 brothers, bent over, and ran into the bonfire......

"Chinese!"

As soon as he entered the campfire, the devil officer on the position had already seen it, but unfortunately his words were drowned out in the sound of artillery.

"Kill and give!"

The devil officer roared, the Chinese's routine of night fighting was too obvious, always using artillery cover to get as close to the position as possible, and then launching a charge, as if they were never afraid of being killed by their own shells.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

On the position, the machine guns with bunkers began to roar, and the bullets kept flying towards the front of the position.

"Climb down!"

"Climb forward!"

At the shouts of the officers, the brothers of the second battalion were already lying on the ground, and they were used to attacking in this way.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A succession of shells smashed on the position, drawing and dragging shining bands of light in the dark air, the mud and sand in front of the position kept being swept away, the vision formed by the devil relying on the bonfire became blurred, and the machine gunner blindly pulled the trigger, towards the position in his memory.