{}The moon is looming in the clouds, and the stars are hanging quietly in the night sky.*. In the distance, the skyline is roaring, artillery shells are constantly roaring across the sky, and with the sound of explosions, the air is full of harshness.

With whistles and shouts, it seemed that only two people were left fighting to the death between heaven and earth.

"hidden!"

In the darkness, as a voice came, dozens of figures hid in the ravines in the fields. A few minutes later, a burst of footsteps echoed in the air. Among the black shadows, bayonets could occasionally be seen.

Reflecting the cold light of the cold moon, more people were walking quickly toward Chong with bare hands.

After another two or three minutes, when the footsteps faded away, Xiao Keyuan stuck out half of his head and took a closer look. There seemed to be no movement around him, except of course the sound of gunfire that kept coming to his ears.

"Hurry up and head towards the direction where the gunfire is coming from!"

Xiao Keyuan turned his head and whispered into the ravine. A few seconds later, he jumped out of the ravine, followed by dozens of people. They carefully observed the left and right, and then quickly ran in the direction of the sound of gunfire.

Stepping on the debris of soil and steel, Xiao Keyuan kept looking into the distance to find "one of his own". In this process of escape, for them, whether it was the Japanese army or the squadron, they were all

It is extremely dangerous, the former will regard them as deserters, and the latter will regard them as enemies.

Every time, as the "Supreme Commander", it is his responsibility to bring these people back "home" safely. Although this responsibility is not his will, as a responsible soldier, he must bring them

At least those "volunteers" who had helped in the war were brought safely to the CSKA positions.

Only in this way can we be worthy of them and the sacrifices they have made.

At this moment, at the end of the sight, the sky was completely reddened by the explosion of fireworks, the rumbling sound of explosions continued to be heard, and the dense gunshots continued to come from a distance. After walking a few steps forward,

Minutes; the figures of people being torn apart could be vaguely seen, and the sound of gunshots became clearer.

"Get down!"

The moment he fell to the ground, he heard someone speaking behind him, and Xiao Keyuan shouted quickly.

"Do not talk!"

After everything became completely silent behind him, he strained his ears and listened to the clear and distinguishable sound of gunshots coming from the air.

The sound of gunfire is mixed with various gunshots, and to the ears of laymen, they may not be able to hear anything; but for soldiers, gunshots are often a basic way to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

Among the chaotic gunfire, there was a sharp gunshot, which was definitely not a weapon used by the Jiangsu Army. There was also a dull gunshot. Listening to the inconsistent gunfire, Xiao Keyuan knew that this was the 79 rifle he was familiar with.

A smile appeared on his face when he heard the gunfire of "ta da, da da;;;;;;"; it was the gunshot of the Type 2 light machine gun, and there was a kind of rapidity in it.

And the crisp sound of gunfire; it was a 2-year-old submachine gun, and;;;;;;

Familiar gunshots reached his ears one after another, which only made the smile on Xiao Keyuan's face grow stronger. The gunshots so close to his ears made him understand that he was finally back "home".

"Take off your coat quickly!"

Turning around and shouting behind him, Xiao Keyuan took off his Japanese military uniform, endured the coldness in the air, lay down in the ravine, and quietly waited for the arrival of friendly forces.~

It was another encounter; after the encounter, only five people were left in the squad led by Yan Huacai, and all the other brothers were killed. Each of them died fighting hard.

Yan Huacai's left shoulder was stabbed by a bayonet, and there were more than a dozen stab wounds and gunshot wounds on his body. But he just realized that he was injured; the Japanese infantry's countercharge had already reached the vicinity of the position they were guarding. It was too late.

After bandaging his wounds, he and the only brother in his class rushed out to face the enemy.

After advancing for a while, Yan Huacai leaned on the single bunker, endured the pain, and pointed the muzzle of his gun at the enemy. He could see clearly that the bullet he fired penetrated the lower abdomen of the soldier who was running towards him.

Surprisingly, those Japanese soldiers did not even carry weapons. After he was shot, he ran forward four or five steps before falling down holding his stomach.

The Japanese charge formation was dense, swarming up like a nest of peaks. Most of them had no weapons. Those without weapons often lowered their heads and bowed their bodies, obviously having suffered the most.

After rigorous training, once the person holding the gun was killed, the enemies closest to him would all bend down to pick up their guns. It was this scene that made Yan Huacai realize that their enemies were exhausted.

Those Japanese soldiers roared and launched a counterattack desperately. Although the machine gunners and submachine gunners kept pulling the triggers towards them, they seemed not to care about death. Those people kept charging in the rain of bullets, and they lay down

Their bodies, heads and faces were pressed tightly to the ground, avoiding incoming bullets, and they were constantly looking for opportunities to rush into the enemy's position at a lower cost.

Finally, despite paying a heavy price, these Japanese still succeeded. At the moment of contact with the enemy, the brothers who were lying on the ground or in the ravine, calmly firing in the fields, first threw a grenade, and then the grenade exploded.

After that, like bullets coming out of the barrel, they suddenly jumped out following the orders of the superiors. They first rushed towards the enemy like a storm. After firing for a while with submachine guns and light machine guns, the two sides fell into hand-to-hand combat.

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The Japanese army launched six charges in just three hours, and this time it was more ferocious and decisive than the previous five. It was completely a brave team-style charge. For Yan Huacai, this kind of charge was completely unnecessary.

This was actually the first time he had experienced such a counterattack. The pressure generated by such a violent counterattack was completely beyond his imagination. The warlike blood in his heart made him feel that fighting like this was very exciting and novel.

"This style of play is very interesting."

He had this feeling in his heart. He felt that this battlefield taught him a lot. Just like this kind of charge and countercharge, in the end it was actually a matter of will and determination. At this time, who could hold on to that breath?

He won, and after overcoming the pain of stab wounds and gunshot wounds on his body, he used a submachine gun to kill several enemies who were coming at him. They were enemies without weapons.

Finally, when the hand-to-hand combat ended, he felt his legs soften and all the strength in his body disappear in an instant, and then his whole body went limp. A night of running, attacking, and hand-to-hand fighting had already severely exhausted his physical strength.

In addition, the excessive bleeding from the wound caused him to completely collapse after the physical fight. Although he knew that he should persevere, in the end he lay down weakly on the grass.~

The submachine gun pressed against his body, and the hot submachine gun barrel pressed against his arm. But at this time, although he was still awake, his face was pale and his breathing became weak. He moaned slowly, his mouth was very dry, and his lips were not dry.

The ground shook, and he closed his eyes and lay on the ground. Around him, although there was heavy breathing, everyone was extremely tired. Before, they were relying on their last breath to support themselves and gritted their teeth. But,

Now, after repelling another Japanese counterattack, the extremely exhausted soldiers could no longer support themselves. They could not even lift their feet.

"I'm so exhausted, I'm so exhausted..."

With his eyes open and looking at the stars, Li Wuben opened his mouth and breathed heavily. It was the first time that he felt so tired. Even in the past, when he worked on the dock for a long time just to make a living,

Carrying a hundred bags of grain was not so tiring. This kind of tiredness was like draining away all the energy in a person. Except for the violently beating heart and the pain in the lungs every time he took a breath, he even thought he was dead!

At this moment, the whistle sounded. It was the whistle of the assembly. Compared with the previous whistle, even the whistle was no longer loud this time. Anyone could hear that it was the person blowing the whistle.

This will make you angry or not!

"*..."

Listening to the whistle, Yan Huacai wanted to scold his mother for the first time. He wanted to scold those officers. Couldn't those officers let everyone rest while having a pack of cigarettes? Although he cursed in his heart, as the squad leader, he could only choose to obey.

The brothers could vent their dissatisfaction, but he could only hide his dissatisfaction in his heart and then persuade his brothers to obey military orders.

He wanted to get up. He raised his hands, which he could barely feel, and placed them on the ground. He pressed his waist and buttocks simultaneously against the hard ground, gritted his teeth tightly, and pushed his heavy body upwards.

However, he was not able to do so. He fell asleep again when he was only halfway up and was still lying on the ground.

"*..."

After gasping for air for a while, he touched the kettle hanging on his belt, trying to get a sip of water. He shook it vigorously, and found that the kettle was so light that it was almost weightless. The kettle made a hollow sound when it hit the barrel of the gun.

"There's no water,"

He murmured, as if there was no water before. Wasn't he always looking for water?

Feeling that he couldn't stand up at all, he put his hands on the ground and looked to the left and right. It seemed that no one around him could stand up. Everyone seemed to have no strength to complain. If they had the strength to complain,

If so, I believe they would be more willing to stand up and shout at the superior.

"I won't rush anymore!"

But there was not much movement around, the cannons stopped firing, and the sound of gunfire was very sparse. There was only the sound of heavy breathing.

"It would be terrible if the Japanese launched another counterattack!"

This situation only made him feel uneasy. He instinctively looked in the other direction, fearing that the Japanese army would launch another counterattack, but there seemed to be no movement. As he waited, he became more and more worried.

He was tired, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep all over, so that he had to cheer up and force his will to be vigilant about the distance.

After a while, a sudden burst of footsteps came over, which made him wake up from his half-drowsy and half-vigilant state. The sound of running footsteps was getting closer and closer, and he instinctively got up.

A force surged from nowhere.

While half-crouching in the field, holding the gun, a group of black shadows appeared in front of him.

Without any hesitation, he immediately pulled the trigger and the gun went off!

The rapid and clear sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of this moment. The soldiers who were lying on the red taro stalks in the field immediately rolled up, picked up their guns, and pulled the triggers in the distance. At this time

, they don’t even have the strength to aim, everything is instinct, the survival instinct of soldiers on the battlefield.

The trajectories of the tracer bullets streaked across the night sky with dazzling trajectories. Xiao Keyuan, who was hiding in a crater, did not expect that people like him would make such a big noise. The area where he was was completely covered by bullets, even though

This kind of pressure is completely inferior to the pressure and shock caused by the bombardment of Japanese warships, but in his opinion, this is definitely not a good thing.

If someone rushes over at this time and throws a grenade, it will be all over. On the battlefield, no one will ask who they are first; even he only wants to kill the enemy.

Think of a way, think of a way...

Suddenly, it occurred to him that the chant they sang that day on the coast was a Hunanese chant! The Japanese definitely couldn't sing it; yes, yes, just sing that, just sing that.

"Oh, oh oh, oh, hi oh hi! Oh oh hi! Oh hi! Oh oh oh, hey! Hey hey! Workers! Hey hey! Work harder! Hey hey! Shake harder! Hey hey!...

…”

Howl!

A chant suddenly came from the air; although the person singing the chant seemed to have little strength, Yan Huacai, who was squatting on the ground, was stunned. That tune... yes; it was Hunan accent, how could it come from there?

, listening to the familiar chant, Li Wuben completely forgot that he was on the battlefield. When he was working at the dock in the past, he had heard this chant and sung it before. He almost didn't even think about it, and just followed it.

come out.

"Hehe! Where are you going? Oh, hey, hey, hey! Hey! Hey! Rock that oar..."

The inaudible response in his ears made Xiao Keyuan breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, he became excited. He spoke with a Hunan accent. This was a friendly army, and he was clearly his brother!
To be continued...