"Brother Shanzi, just promise me something!"

After tens of seconds of silence, the Army Sergeant, whose eyes were completely dim, suddenly spoke softly.

"You said." The Army Captain lowered his head and smoked hard, answering in a muffled manner.

"You are the company commander. I have told you about this to my brothers, but I have never told you. You know my wife who has not yet passed the door." The Army Sergeant said of his wife who has not passed the door, and a hint of tenderness appeared on his swollen and ugly face.

"Well, I know, Sannier from the next village is good-looking. I heard that she is also a good family manager. Your child is so lucky to be able to talk about such a marriage." A trace of pain flashed in the army captain's eyes, but he praised his childhood fiancée.

He knew very well that marriage was a good marriage, but it was still unknown whether his friend could go back to marry alive. It was not just whether he could take someone to carry his childhood friend back, but that his childhood friend's injury was almost impossible to see tomorrow's sunset. It was already a miracle to be able to speak now.

"Yes! Sannier is famous for our beautiful things. She is the blessing I have accumulated in my life by Sun Dakui in his lifetime." Hearing his friend and chief praise his fiancée, the Army Sergeant's eyes flashed.

"But I'm afraid I can't go back."

"Brother Shanzi, I know that my injuries are too serious and the gods cannot save them. Even if the brothers drag me back to death, they will most likely be a corpse." The Army Sergeant extended his hand and gently shook the hand of the Army Captain.

My hands are very cold! Life is constantly passing through the body of this seriously injured soldier.

"Black skin..." The Army Captain was heartbroken, and his throat choked, but he couldn't comfort him.

"I just want to ask you, Brother Shanzi..."

"Don't worry, if you leave, I will treat Sannier as my biological sister and give her enough living expenses every month. I will never let her down." The Army Captain replied solemnly.

"No, Sannier is a slander. She thought she would marry me if she got engaged. When you went home to visit her, you told her personally that Zhou Dakui had a good relationship when she was in the army and fell in love with others. Whoever she likes to marry from now on has nothing to do with my Zhou family." The expression on the Army Sergeant's face was a little distorted, and he obviously suffered a huge pain.

Perhaps it is not only physical, but more from the heart.

"In addition, let my parents give half of my pension to Sannier, just treat it as compensation for my Zhou Dakui's remorse for his marriage." The voice of the Army Sergeant suddenly became weak.

The Army Captain's eyes narrowed, and he felt something was wrong. He turned his head and looked carefully, but saw that the Army Sergeant had stabbed a bayonet into his left atrium.

"Hei Pi, you're crazy, are you crazy?" The Army Captain's eyes were so passionate, shocked and regretful, and rushed over to cover the wound caused by the bayonet and roared angrily.

His original intention was to come and see his brothers before breaking through, and say a few words to his best brothers, but he didn't expect to "force" his best brother to death.

"Brother Shanzi, let me go! That injury really hurts. I have called my mother for a night. I'm afraid that my mother will feel distressed when she hears it." The dying army sergeant's eyes began to turn upwards, but the expression on his face was miraculously peaceful.

Perhaps, it was because he saw the entrance of the village he was dreaming about again in the illusion of his dying moments!

There were his parents who were busy in the fields, his fiancée who was washing clothes in the yard, familiar earthen caves, and brilliant sunshine...

Feeling the Army Sergeant in his arms slowly let out his last breath, his whole body suddenly became heavier. The Army Captain who was deeply saddened, looked up to the sky and tried his best not to let the tears in his eyes turn into tears and wet his face.

After a long time, the army captain who gently put down the body of his comrades in his arms set up to salute and say goodbye, but he said sorry unexpectedly.

No one knows why he said sorry, because he forced his closest comrade to death due to circumstances, or because of other things, perhaps no one except the person involved knew what he was thinking.

The answer was not solved until a long time later by the little soldier Erdan who survived the war.

What he said was sorry because the Army Captain knew that he could not help his brother realize his last wish in person.

Because he cannot leave this position.

From the moment he decided to come to the anti-cannon hole, he had already decided that as the company commander, he would live and die with his brothers who could not leave!

We live and die together with this position that ruined nearly a hundred of his brothers!

Only in this way can he not have to live in lifelong guilt.

Death is the most cowardly method chosen by this Chinese soldier to face difficulties.

Indeed, he was a coward, and in the simplest way he avoided the nightmare that might linger his life.

But who can blame him for what?

In order for the living to continue to live, as a commander, he must give up other living people, which is a choice he must make.

But should those who are alive be abandoned?

It shouldn't be!

As the commander who made this cruel decision, he chose to accompany them to welcome the blood-red sunset together.

He lives up to everyone and uses his young life as a bargaining chip.

In the end, the last 17 soldiers on the 7324 high ground, led by the last sergeant squad leader, used 10 people to make a stretcher with rifles and military uniforms pulled off the dead soldiers, and carried the five seriously injured soldiers who were most likely to survive. The remaining 7 people formed the commando team, and used the last three light machine guns, two submachine guns and two mullets to form the strongest firepower. They charged along the gap of the encirclement covered by 15 minutes of artillery fire!

There is no evasion, except to lift the gun and shoot, it is to move forward, forward, and forward again.

Death is difficult, but survival is not easy.

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All 17 people know that their lives are not only their own, but also their company commanders and the seriously injured brothers who climbed out of the anti-aircraft holes and entered the trenches.

They want to live for those who voluntarily give up their hopes of survival, with their responsibilities and their yearning for the future.

They lived and saw their own people alive.

At a huge risk, more than 200 officers and soldiers who came to pick them up saw them, laughing at them at first, laughing laughed ridiculously, and then cried.

The 200 officers and soldiers who came were from the same infantry battalion, and forty of them were even the seeds left by the infantry company. They strongly requested the battle and were allowed to participate in the war of their soldiers.

When they saw the familiar face and heard the familiar voice, they would of course laugh, but when they asked about the other breakout teams of the company, they were told that there was only one team in the company.

There were only 13 people who could break out of the encirclement and reach this place. In the battle of breaking out of the encirclement, four more people, including the sergeant squad leader, died on the spot.

In addition to the five seriously injured people who were still on the stretcher, the service and the company could return from the high ground alive, but only 18 people.

The company, together with the captain and company commander who refused to leave his seriously injured soldiers, died! No officer survived, including the non-commissioned officer squad leader, and the highest rank of the company remained a second lieutenant platoon leader who went to the high ground.

How could the soldiers not shed tears?

The next day, the gunshots of Ren Cun on Gaodi told all the evacuated Chinese soldiers that the army captain who chose to live and die with his brothers whom he was not allowed to leave would not die easily.

He can't let his life go, but if the Japanese want it, they have to pay the price.

The army captain used the leftover light machine gun, a mausoleum gun and more than twenty rifles to form a defensive position.

The remaining dozen seriously injured people were all defense points, but what they had to do was simpler than their company commander, without shooting, each with four grenades tied to them, and they just needed to pull the strings when the Japanese jumped into the trench near them.

There are corpses everywhere in the trenches, and there are Chinese and Japanese. Repairing corpses may not guarantee absolute safety.

Simple and easy tactics.

Yamashita was almost mad.

After six days and nights of battle, the Second Mixed Brigade suffered more than 4,600 casualties, of which nearly half of them were killed, but less than half of them broke into China's defensive positions.

Even if he changed his tactics on the third day, he no longer sent two main infantry corpses blindly, but second-line soldiers mixed with baggage corps and engineering corpses to participate in the battle. The main casualties on the battlefield in the next few days came from second-line soldiers, and the two infantry corpses under him still had 4,000 infantry available.

But for the Second Mixed Brigade with a total force of 13,000, this casualty rate is actually considered a loss.

However, Yamashita Fumi himself knew very well that he could not retreat for the big cake he drew by the commander.

His only hope is to smash through this line of defense and kill more than 20,000 Chinese troops in front of him.

Victory can cover up all ugliness!

But Yamashita didn't expect that the Chinese would actually run away. This was originally a secret joyful thing. Breaking through the defense line and conducting a thorough sweep of the Chinese people in the mountainous areas that could no longer be forged, can be regarded as completing the combat missions formulated before the war.

If the merits and demerits are matched, that poisonous pie may also reflect from dreams into reality.

However, the Chinese army, which had already begun to evacuate, also used the darkness of the night to use artillery fire to cover the remaining Chinese army on the high ground to escape.

Isn't this too much to take his mountain text seriously? How can you bear it as proud as the mountain text?

So, under the order of Yamashimi, who was unwilling but secretly happy in his heart, the Japanese army also fought back.

They not only have to pursue and defeat the Chinese army, but also to make the Chinese who have suffered enough to escape.

So, their combat mission was half completed.

It is impossible to defeat the Chinese army. The evacuation of the Chinese army was premeditated. They set up defenses at all levels, giving the Japanese army a head-on attack. The Japanese infantry, who had no air superiority, once again deeply realized that without the help of the aircraft, they were really nothing in this mountain.

But they successfully stayed with some Chinese soldiers on the high ground to evacuate, which was considered to have met the wish of a stingy man.

As a result, a scene that shocked the Japanese army appeared. By the day, there were several Chinese on the high ground, perhaps because of their firm counterattack, and since they were surrounded and unable to leave, wasn't they just guarding them on the spot!

If they want to pass, they have to chew as hard as before.

Is the brigade commander a pig? Do you have to go and have tea with Amaterasu? I wonder how many Japanese soldiers complained in their hearts.

This battle really made the hearts of countless Japanese soldiers feel cold.

They are not afraid of death, but they really don't want to die.

"Baga!" Yamashita was so angry that he lifted his knife and had an indescribable friction with the saplings in Taihang Mountains.

This is really shooting oneself in the foot.

The gunshots on the 7324Highlands did not completely end until noon.

But this is not the last answer of the Chinese soldiers who stayed on the high ground. The five boxes of grenades that could not be moved were detonated.

Except for the Japanese army, no one knew how the Chinese soldier who had been covered in gunshot wounds calmly finished his last breath of cigarette and shouted: "Hei Skin, Zhang Lao San, brothers, go home!"

The white-headed general who was writing in a fast manner in the distance heard the sound of a thunder like spring, and then returned to silence. The end of the pen stayed on the paper for ten seconds without moving.

With my head down, the ink words that had been written were faintly soaked.

The general knew that the list of deaths around him would add a long list of names.
To be continued...