In the position filled with gunsmoke, several people were dumping the corpses of Japanese soldiers in the crater, while our corpses were covered with soil and hastily buried.

The young warrant officer smoked, and he apparently didn't smoke, but only to relieve the shaking of his body from extreme exaltation. Most of them were nervously constructing fortifications, checking ammunition and firearms.

Chen Yu arranged the artillery platoon on the anti-slope of the rear mountainside, this was his only artillery support, and the British would not carry out artillery support again, he knew.

"What's it called?"

The young warrant officer looked back blankly: "Hong Ting, sapper." ”

Chen Yu smiled: "Count how many people are left, ammunition and firearms." ”

"Yes, sir." Hong Ting stood up excitedly and saluted Chen Yu.

In the distance, the main position, the sound of gunfire was still ringing. Missy Missi is still fighting with his people, this has nothing to do with Chen Yu, he is powerless now.

Master Mak was sending a telegram ticking, and he didn't know who he was sending the message to. The sky in the distance was dim, Chen Yu unscrewed the kettle and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth, then washed his face, and the bright red blood sprinkled on the ground.

"We managed to repel the Japanese monkeys, and there was a squad or even more, and even their officers were killed by us. They ran away from a small part, and the battle was so beautiful. Master Mai said happily.

Chen Yu shook his head: "Not so many, there are more than forty in the sky." We suffered more casualties than them, mainly during the white-knuckle battle, and the Japanese army's stabbing skills were very good. ”

"Don't be so discouraged, Captain, at least we're victorious."

"Don't say these two words, it's still far away from us. The Japanese army will not give up, and will definitely come at night to carry out a night attack. ”

Master Mai frowned and wondered: "Why, are you so sure that those Japanese monkeys will come to attack at night?" ”

"Listen." Chen Yu pointed to the sky in the distance.

It was the sound of cannonballs cutting across the sky, and Master Mai squinted and listened for a long time without hearing anything wrong.

Chen Yu explained: "The firing gap between the guns of the Japanese brigade on the opposite side has become shorter, and they now have two cannon brigades. They have support, and there is no less than a squadron, which means that we will soon leave the airfield and run away. ”

"Damn! I don't want to run anymore, God this is not fair, where are our reinforcements? ”

While speaking, Hong Ting hurried over. First salute Chen Yu and Master Mai, and then talk about the situation in the army.

"Sir, we now have a total of seventy-three people, including twelve artillerymen. Twenty-three were wounded, seventeen were seriously wounded, six were lightly wounded, and the rest were infantrymen who were in urgent need of medicine.

One heavy machine gun, two light machine guns, and more than 50 boxes of ammunition. Two mortars, 86 howitzers, 13 flares, and 6 smoke grenades. Twelve boxes of grenades, more than a hundred rifles. ”

Chen Yu asked: "Only ours are counted, have the captured Japanese weapons been counted?" ”

"This ······" Hong Ting scratched his head embarrassedly: "I forgot, I'll go and count it." ”

"Go."

"Yes, sir!"

After a battle, almost more than a third of the losses were lost, and more than 73 people were left out of more than 100 people, and there were more than a dozen seriously wounded. Chen Yu was very depressed, the gap between them and the Japanese army was not only weapons and equipment, but also personnel training, there was no gap in weapons and equipment in this battle, the biggest gap was personnel training, individual combat ability and military quality.

Master Mai watched Hong Ting leave, shrugged his shoulders and turned back and said, "This young man admires you very much, I can see the captain, he thinks you are a reliable commander. ”

Chen Yu pouted: "The concept of education I received was very repulsive to the cult of personality, and the cult of personality in the army disgusted me even more. Winning a battle is not based on the charisma of one person, but on the cooperation of the team, and if the worshiped hero dies in battle, then the morale of the army will crumble. ”

"Huh?"

Master Mak disagreed: "Then maybe we have different educational concepts, I think the cult of personality is the soul of the whole army, and no one doesn't like heroes, captains." ”

"The Chinese prefer tragic heroes, just like Qu Yuan, who could not bear to witness the destruction of the motherland two thousand years ago, and Xiang Yu, who buried the soldiers and returned to his hometown without face, and Yue Wumu, the general of the Song Dynasty, who was given death by the emperor and was unable to recover his homeland. Because we know the outcome of losing the war, which is the answer that history has taught us for thousands of years, that we will be enslaved. ”

"Your history tells you this, such a long history, I must understand it clearly when I have the opportunity." Master Mak took out a metal wine bottle from his pocket.

"But I don't like history."

Chen Yu turned his head and said, "Because your country has no history, you don't understand the meaning of history." ”

"Oh!"

"Fack!"

Master Mai was so angry that he almost smashed Chen Yu with a wine bottle, and the beard at the corner of his mouth was stained with a few drops of wine.

"I shouldn't be talking to you, Captain. Your mouth is simply more hurtful than the artillery of the Japanese monkeys.

You have such a long history, but why is it like this, we have a short history but we are one of the most powerful countries in the world, can you tell me the answer? ”

"What you said just now, I will return it to you as it is."

After saying that, Chen Yu got up and left, and went to other places to inspect the position to see if those guys were lazy. Seeing Chen Yu fleeing, Master Mai took a sip of wine and laughed, put his fingers into his mouth, and whistled at Chen Yu's back.

"Woohoo~~~ Captain. You can't tell me, I won, hahaha. ”

Chen Yu walked along the trench, waved his hand and said, "Master Mai, don't forget to go to that Englishman to ask for medicine and a doctor, our wounded can't afford to wait." ”

"Captain, you must admit that you failed this meeting."

"Our nation will catch up with your country, definitely, and I hope to continue to talk about history with you when the time comes."

"Falk squid, I don't like history."

"Whatever you want."

Chen Yu had a smile on his face, his heart was full of frustration, and he clenched his fists and hated to beat McLuhan. We'll catch up, that's for sure.

It's hard to imagine that American families across the Pacific are now using television sets to watch Cat and Mouse, while we struggle with a war of fire and sword. We've missed a lot of time, we've lost a lot of wars, we've lost a lot of talent......

Carrying a Li Yingfield rifle, Chen Yu inspected the repair of the position. The soldiers were using everything they found to repair their positions, using steel helmets and Japanese lunch boxes to dig trenches buried by artillery fire.

The sound of artillery shelling from the main position where He Shenzhi was located disappeared, and the Japanese attack was temporarily stopped, which was only temporary.

At night, they would continue to attack, taking advantage of the reinforcements they had obtained, hoping to swallow all the outlying positions of the airfield in one go, so that they could concentrate their forces on the airfield guarded by the British.

"Hong Ting, arrange a police post, everyone will not leave their clothes and guns."

"Yes!" Hong Ting, who bent down to count the Japanese army's Type 38 rifles, raised his head and shouted.

Chen Yu asked Luo Jinlong, that is, the thin man, who was now in charge of the artillery platoon.

"Luo Jinlong, the artillery platoon takes turns to arrange people to rest, and once the outpost issues an early warning, it will immediately fire flares, you know?"

"I want it!"

Luo Jinlong shrugged his head and replied, continuing to wipe his mortars and shells with a rag, muttering that he didn't know what he was talking about.