For Commander Duan Renyi, the Ma'anshan Resistance Battle ended in that wet night, while for Regimental Deputy Ho Jack, the battle lasted for another half of the night, ending in another dawn after dawn, a gloomy dawn.

That dawn is to him, just like that night is to Duan Renyi, it is worth chewing and reminiscing with a lifetime. On that night, he prevented Duan Renyi from killing himself, and on that dawn a few hours later, he wanted to press the muzzle of his gun to his temple more than once and pierce his young and proud head with a bullet. Duan Renyi didn't know what happened that night, and if he knew, he would definitely aim his self-killing gun at his head again in grief and anger.

The retreat that night was tragic, no one expected that the 1761 Regiment would lay mines on the mountain, let alone that there were so many combat points set up around Shanggangzi.

They took precautions in advance, and for the sake of safety, they also divided the retreating team into two under the main position of Shanggangzi. One team was led by battalion commander Hou Shunxin and Adjutant Huang and went to a ravine on the left, and the other team was led by him and Ouyang Gui and walked on the mountainside on the right. When they broke up, they made it clear that they would never fire unless they had to, and as long as one side went through, the other side would be diverted to keep up. For the last 200 survivors of the New Third Regiment, the purpose of that night was clear, not to take revenge on the 1761 Regiment, but to withdraw safely. According to their wishful thinking, with a few hours of time, and under the cover of a drizzle and a heavy night, a quiet withdrawal from the battlefield was completely assured.

Unexpectedly, the 1761 Regiment wanted to kill all the brothers of the New Third Regiment, and dug the last grave pits for the survivors of the New Third Regiment in the mountain passes on both sides of the mountain. Less than half an hour after the two teams broke up, explosions rang out one after another from the side of Battalion Commander Hou and Adjutant Huang, followed by fierce gunfire. At the beginning, he and Ouyang Gui didn't expect that it was a mine that exploded, but it wasn't until the brothers on their side also stepped on the mine and attracted machine gun fire from the annihilation point that he suddenly realized that he hurriedly retreated while directing the brothers to resist.

There are constantly people falling around, some of them are swept down by condescending machine guns, ***, and some are blown down by mines. He saw with his own eyes that Liu Tatters, who was carrying a small burden, was swallowed up by a burst of firelight, and a pair of leather boots in the small baggage fell to him one after the other, and one of them almost smashed his waist. He lay down in time, and his left arm was broken twice, if he hadn't fallen down, he was afraid that he would have to give away his life.

At that moment, Ouyang Gui lay on the ground and swept the fire on the mountain with a light machine gun. Ouyang Gui was originally injured in one arm, and when he retreated, he was holding Ding Hanjun with another brother. When the machine gun was fired, Ding Hanjun was gone, and there was another brother who was guarding him. He and the brother actually fired the machine guns so well that they suppressed the fire on the mountain for at least a while, causing him to drag Duan Renyi to climb into a pit.

In the pit, he shouted to Ouyang Gui and asked Ouyang Gui to retreat, but the gunshots were too loud for Ouyang Gui to hear. He crawled to his side, but before he could climb to his side, the machine gun stopped sounding, and he thought he had retreated, so he returned to the pit again, and dragged Duan Renyi down the mountain. After climbing for a long time, he climbed to what he thought was a safe area and looked again, there was no one around except Duan Renyi, who was dying,—— even Ouyang Gui didn't follow.

After a long time, about an hour, the gunfire on both sides of the mountain passed down, and a man climbed onto the rocks not far in front of him and rolled down. He thought it was Ouyang Gui, so he stumbled over to help, but when he turned over the person's body, he found that it was not Ouyang Gui, but Miss Bai Jiefen Bai, who withdrew from the team with Adjutant Huang and Camp Commander Hou. Miss Bai was injured, her chest was wet, and her hands and neck were covered in blood. By the time he rolled over her, she was gone.

Still conscious, she knew him, looked at him with big beautiful eyes, and whispered:

"Both...... They're all dead! ...... Adjutant Huang and Battalion Commander Hou are both ...... All dead, who ...... No one left...... Get out there! ”

He froze, tears spilling out of his eye sockets, slowly flowing down his cheeks, blackened by the fireworks, and onto Miss White's pale face. Miss Bai's face could be seen clearly, and at that time, the dawn was quietly approaching, and the sky was hazy and bright.

Miss Bai smiled, smiled beautifully, her broken jade teeth flashed in front of him, and she said:

Huo ...... Deputy Huo Tuan, you ...... You're so stupid, ...... He also wrote a group song, 'Floating in front of Ma'anshan...... Our battle flags, artillery ...... The smoke of artillery fire fills the ...... Filled me...... Our position ......', let's ...... We're worth ...... Is it worth it? ”

He didn't expect Miss Bai to mention his group song at this time, and he actually memorized the first two sentences of the first paragraph of the group song intact.

He shook Miss Bai's body emotionally and said,—— not only to Miss Bai, but also to himself:

"We're worth it! Value! Our battle is not for the 23rd Route Army, not for Han Peige! It's for the country and the nation! It's for my 45,000,000,000 compatriots! Miss Bai, future generations will remember our loyalty, too...... Their betrayal will also be remembered! ”

Miss Bai's eyes were full of tears:

"Also...... Maybe! I...... I also...... Think the same as you, too...... As stupid as you are, that first ...... I also remember the group song...... Noted down, in ...... In this ...... This ......"

She grabbed his hand feebly and placed it on her wet chest, signaling something.

His hand pressed against her breast, and the warm blood stained his hand, and he remembered her bleeding wound, and ignored her gesture, and unbuttoned her military shirt and shirt, and saw a bloody and bright red breast.

That blood-soaked breast, he will never forget again. The destruction of beauty by war made him tremble at that moment. He had accidentally glimpsed the breasts when he pointed a shell gun at the former regimental deputy Zhang Jinkui, and many beautiful fantasies were born from this, and now the illusions were shattered in the face of harsh reality, and the beauty destroyed by the bullets made him see through all the evils of war.

I didn't think about it so much at the time, and the grim reverie came with it later when I kept remembering the bloody breasts. At that time, he just wanted to save people and save this undamned second lieutenant from the line of death. He tore off his shirt and dressed her clumsily but carefully, but before she could finish dressing it, Miss Bai had already swallowed her breath.

He lay down on Miss Bai's corpse and wept uncontrollably. It wasn't until that moment that he figured out that he loved her. That love sprouted unconsciously when he pointed a gun at Zhang Jinkui.

However, when the budding love is discovered, it dies with the death of the beloved. If he could get away with it, there would be nothing else that would contact him and her except about the New Third Regiment, about this blocking battle, and about the memories of that group song.

I remembered that group song.

He knelt beside her and pulled out a piece of telephony from the pocket of her military jacket on her chest. The telephony was soaked in blood, and most of the lyrics on the paper were illegible. But through the bright red blood, he clearly saw the words on it, which was the song he wrote, the song of the new three regiments.

The voice of the imaginary song echoes in the ears:

Our battle flag fluttered in front of Ma'anshan,

The smoke of artillery fire filled our positions,

For the liberation of the nation,

The brethren fought valiantly.

Not afraid of bloodshed,

Don't be afraid to donate your life,

The New Third Regiment is worthy of the memory of history......

In the imaginary song, he returned to Duan Renyi's side, snuggled up to his regimental leader, waiting for the dawn that was bound to come,—— the third dawn after the bloody battle, and in that hopeless waiting, he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he found that the place where he and Duan Renyi were located was less than 100 meters away from Xiagangzi Village, and only 6 or 700 meters away from the forward position. The village was flattened by artillery fire, and most of the surrounding trees were broken and overturned, and the scene on the forward position was visible to the eye.

It was a tragic picture, and half of the hillside as far as the eye could see was covered with the corpses of devils, traitors, and brothers. Last night's final battle was fierce, with the brothers fighting bayonets with the devils and traitors who rushed up. Traces of hand-to-hand combat can be seen everywhere, and many brothers in front of the trenches are still holding bayonets when they are dying, and some brothers are tearing and dying with devils. He also saw with his own eyes that a brother of the second battalion and the first company had five grenades strapped to his body, and died with the devils who rushed up......

At that dawn, bravery also became a painful memory. The New Third Regiment no longer existed, it was eaten by devils, traitors and their own allies, and the entire history of the New Third Regiment about the war was only the desperate battle in front of Ma'anshan, which was both short and tragic.

That's when I thought of death. The peaceful sleeping posture of the brothers on the hillside tempted him so strongly, and the dead Miss Bai called him so obsessively,—— he thought that Miss Bai was calling him, and Miss Bai's face was always dangling in front of him. He felt that there was a good reason for him to die quietly at dawn before the enemy attacked. The brothers of the New Third Regiment are dead, and he should no longer survive, and his weak and lonely heart cannot bear the heavy burden of living.

Moreover, he died not on the way to retreat, but on his own position, and no one knew that he committed suicide. He gave Duan Renyi one shot, and then gave himself another shot, and all the solemnity of martyrdom before the battle was realized.

Thinking of his own position and the solemn martyrdom, he felt that he could die more calmly, and he had to really go to his own position, to die in the trenches where the bodies of countless brothers were lying down. Miss Bai said that he was stupid, but he was not stupid, he wanted to live decently, and he would die decently. He was martyred in the forward trenches, and his death will be turned into a final condemnation of Han Peige.

When dragging Duan Renyi and moving towards the forward position little by little, the devil's new day's attack began again, and the artillery fire rushed to the front of the mountain again. The scorched earth and the smoke of gunpowder made the originally gloomy dawn even darker.

He is not afraid, not at all. He thought that as long as the devil's artillery fire did not knock down his body along with his life, he would play a joke with the devil before he died, and raise the regimental flag of the new three regiments in Duan Renyi's arms, so that the devils and traitors could take a good look at it, and let the brothers lying on this scorched earth take a good look at it.

The imaginary song rang out again:

Our battle flag fluttered in front of Ma'anshan,

Smoke of artillery fire filled our positions......

However, before he could move to the trench, he collapsed, beside the body of a brother whose head had been blown off. When he woke up in the hospital three days later, he found that he had been knocked down by artillery fire, and that his thin body had been hit by six pieces of shrapnel at the moment of his fall.

His dawn was abruptly halted by the coma caused by the six pieces of shrapnel.