As long as there is a fight, there will be a win or a loss. There are no victorious generals, and there are no undefeated troops.

Many times if you lose a battle or need to retreat, you will be pursued by the enemy at that time, and everyone knows how to take advantage of the situation.

At this time, someone needs to break the back, and even someone needs to light the lamp.

Lighting the lamp means knowing that there will be devil planes to bomb the retreating troops or that there will be devil infantry to pursue the retreating troops.

It is necessary to have a force to walk on the most conspicuous road, attract firepower to the devils to blow up and chase the devils, and this end can be imagined.

However, this will allow other forces to withdraw to their designated locations more quickly and protect as many living forces as possible.

Some people may think that if any unit is selected to light the lamp, it is bad luck.

But sometimes you look at the people who have been chosen or volunteered to light the lamp to protect you, and you see the feeling of them dying to protect you.

People who have not experienced it will never know what it is, and sometimes it is far more uncomfortable to live than to die, and it is too heavy for those who are alive.

This small group of captives, many of whom have experienced this kind of parting of life and death.

After escaping from the hospital, they temporarily joined the special service company, although everyone fought side by side, but except for a soldier who was originally part of the Eighth Route Army, the others always had a vague gap with the soldiers of the special service company.

After all, everyone has different beliefs.

Their leader was a middle-aged man who was not good-looking, although he looked very thin due to chronic malnutrition. But judging by his previous combat performances, he must have been a well-trained fighter in the early years.

If anyone can see Zhang Zhiyi's resume, they will find that his experience in the past few years is wonderful and tragic.

He participated in the Central Plains War and went to Chang'an in 1936. The Purple Mountain and the Lanfeng Battle had his shadow, and after 1938, he moved to Taihang Mountain.

Later, he was captured by the Japanese, and when the soldiers who were also captives learned of those experiences, they all looked up to this veteran.

Although they didn't know each other for a short time, they hit it off at first sight, and they all had similar experiences. Everyone plotted to escape from the Japanese prison together, eating and living together, relatives and siblings.

Originally, he thought that if he could successfully reach the base of the Eighth Route Army, he would go and see with his own eyes what the difference between this place and preserved fruit was.

The hatred of the family and the country is still there, and Zhang Zhiyi does not plan to unload his armor and return to the field.

It's just that he has been running all year round, and it's time to find a place to settle down, not to mention that he now has a brother who lives and dies.

But now he had changed his mind, and he had vowed to live a good life with his brothers.

The fighter planes of the Japanese just now will definitely attract a large number of devils to pursue.

Of the 29 of them, four were injured and one died on the spot, and they would certainly not have been able to run far with the wounded.

He didn't want to do such a thing as abandoning his brother, and he didn't want to do it again. That year, his army was almost completely wiped out, and only a few people survived in the world, and every day was a torment for him.

So those of them who escaped together discussed it and didn't leave! Build a position on the spot to block the attack and buy time for the Eighth Route Army.

Where to fight devils is not to fight, and which troops to participate in are Chinese. Anyway, there is a high probability of death, it is better to die vigorously and die with some value.

They are tired of being driven around like pigs.

Zhang Zhiyi looked at Zheng Yingqi and Li Yunlong, and said indifferently: "Sir, let's go." We, the people, try to buy you some time. ”

"I can see that you have done a big thing, otherwise the little devil would not be chasing and fighting like this."

"We are rotten in our lives, and we owe it to you when we were rescued. My brother can't go now, and I'm not going to leave anyone behind. ”

"But you'll have to leave the mortars behind, you won't be able to hold on for long without heavy firepower. Leave some more grenades, that thing is not much different from the original goods of Sandezi, I really miss it. ”

At this time, the prisoner, who was originally a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, ran over from Dai Yu excitedly.

When he was first imprisoned, he disdained the company of these people. But after a long period of contact, he found that these people were not the same as the imaginary "friendly army".

In the days together, he was always taken care of by everyone because he was the youngest.

But just after hearing Zhang Zhiyi's words, those people wanted to stay and break off, and they didn't seem to plan to take him with them.

"Zhang Zhiyi! You said you wanted to go to the base with me! Now how to change the hexagram! If you don't go, I won't go! ”

As soon as the little warrior finished speaking, a figure staggered past him. He put his arm around the little warrior's shoulders and said with a grin:

"Qinggouzi baby pretended to be a hammer, and the adult crossed it."

Facing the familiar dialect of the past, this time there is less of the usual giggle, only the freedom of life and death.

After being rejected, the little warrior's eyes filled with tears, and he was about to argue with reason but was interrupted.

Zhang Zhiyi looked at his brothers, and none of them were timid because of the hard battle they were about to face. He looked directly at Zheng Yingqi and made his last request.

"Sir, take this kid away. Unlike us soldiers, he is our hope. ”

Looking at the other party's burning eyes, Zheng Yingqi nodded. Just as he was about to arrange the handover of weapons, the wounded soldier of the spy company also walked over, supported by his companions.

The two fighters each took out a letter, which was prepared before the departure.

If one of the spy companies could go back alive, these letters could be handed over to their relatives, and even Senior Staff Officer Li asked Huang He to write one to the brigade commander for him.

Although he didn't speak, Zheng Yingqi understood what the two of them meant, and after accepting their letters, he returned to the team seemingly calmly.

Zheng Yingqi is no stranger to lighting the lamp. Because when the Eighth Route Army was fighting with the devils, it also faced similar problems, especially when it was counter-sweeping in enemy-occupied areas.

When the devils fail to block the retreat of our troops, they may vent their anger on the local people. Therefore, when the troops retreated, they would take the people with them.

At this time, it is absolutely impossible to tell the people who are behind the break, let alone let the troops after the break come into contact with the people.

Because those ordinary people will cry when they know about it, and the soldiers will not be able to help it when they see the people crying.

Zheng Yingqi has experienced such things a few times, but even he is so distressed that he almost faints every time.

The soldiers in the team get along with him day and night. There are even some that he personally selected and trained. Now watching them go to their deaths, where can a normal person stand this.

Seeing the little warrior who couldn't help sobbing, Zhang Zhiyi frowned, and he said solemnly:

"Crying? What's the use of crying! Put away the tears! Live well! Kill the enemy for me! ”