"The Japanese are so cruel."

Lei Xiong took his eyes back from outside the battlefield.

"I actually killed their soldiers in front of us. This is to save bullets for you!"

"Foidajiro, suddenly he became smart!" Tang Dao was also half lying behind the wall and sighed slightly.

"This time, we have forced the spine that we broke with the lives of eight brothers."

In this battle, Tang Dao killed 8 Japanese soldiers, which was like a powerful move by the gods descending to earth in the eyes of the Japanese and Chinese, but only he himself knew that the explosion just now had exhausted all the strength of his body.

There was no more than one and a half minutes of fighting. The physical strength he spent was even more tiring than the five kilometers of cross-country on a mountain road with full arms.

Not only him, the moment he returned to the warehouse with his brothers who were killed and seriously injured, from Tang Dao to Lei Xiong to the soldiers who could walk back to the warehouse by themselves, they all wanted to lie down immediately, no matter what was on the ground.

Physical fatigue is second to you. The most exhausting one is undoubtedly the spirit of being highly concentrated on the edge of life and death.

The intense secretion of adrenaline can make people burst out their greatest strength during fighting, forget their fear, and even reduce the pain. However, when the crisis passes, almost no one can resist the fatigue of being weak and tired.

In fact, when the battle between the two wings of the warehouse was fought on the front battlefield, the battle on both wings of the warehouse had never stopped. Li Jiujin's three platoons had to leave one infantry squad for firepower suppression, and only three platoons could be used to respond to them.

Ten people carried eight bodies and two seriously injured soldiers. The exhausted soldiers finally walked up to the second floor by themselves under the leadership of Tang Dao, Lei Xiong and Leng Feng.

Then, he lay down like a gourd.

But Tang Dao knew that if these soldiers who broke through their limits had the chance of hand-to-hand combat with the same number of Japanese troops, their casualties would be reduced by 20 percentage points again.

This is progress, and it is also evolution.

The battlefield is an ecological environment that is more cruel than nature. If you want to survive, you have to become stronger.

These soldiers did it.

However, the cost of survival of the fittest was too heavy. Leng Feng's row was removed half of it, and combined with the casualties a few days ago, his row turned into an infantry squad.

Tang Dao looked at Leng Feng, who was sitting beside him, holding a cigarette in his mouth and trying hard to wipe the matches but trembled his hands for a long time without wiping the fire. "Old Leng, I'm sorry for you in a row."

"Sir, it's boring to say that this is boring. Since the first row dares to fight, there are no cowards who are afraid of death." Leng Feng, who was still trying to get out of fire, paused slightly, lowered his head and replied in a muffled voice. "Besides, brothers, one for three, kill more than thirty Japanese devils, it's not a loss."

"Old Leng, the stone is so good! I didn't embarrass you. It's just..." Lei Xiong, who was always arrogant, couldn't help but persuade him when he saw Leng Feng's appearance.

"Yes!" Leng Feng's shoulders trembled violently.

Lei Xiong moved his body over and hugged Leng Feng's shoulder: "Come on, give me a cigarette to relieve my fatigue!"

Leng Feng lowered his head, took out the cigarette box from his close-fitting pocket that was almost soaked in sweat, and threw it directly to Lei Xiong, but he continued to wipe the match that he could never wipe.

It wasn't his hands trembling, but he took them back.

It was not until a long time later that Tang Dao knew who Lei Xiong was talking about.

It was the young soldier who died with the Japanese army and finally bit off half of the Japanese army's ears.

That was Leng Feng's orderly soldier and Leng Feng's only relative in this world.

Leng Feng is from the north and his home is in Rehe.

In 1933, the Japanese army occupied Rehe, and the aspiring people in Rehe organized a rebel army to fight against the Japanese army in the mountains. The angry Japanese army had no choice but to kill more than a dozen villages that funded the rebel food.

Leng Feng's parents and all their relatives died in that inhumane massacre. Only his fourteen-year-old brother Leng Yan, who was an apprentice in Peking, escaped and brought Leng Yan, whom Lei Xiong called his nickname, Shi Tou, to Jinling. Leng Feng's original intention was that he could avenge the country and hate family hatred in the army, and his younger brother lived a good life.

The Leng family's bloodline will not be cut off.

Unfortunately, the fourteen-year-old boy didn't listen to him. He secretly signed up for the army without telling him when he was just seventeen. Leng Feng had no choice but to run away many ways. Even Lei Xiong found the regiment commander, and then he put his younger brother next to him to take care of him.

In this era, brothers, relatives, and fellow villagers like to stay in a unit, which is not a strange thing in the army. Some infantry companies also have father and son soldiers, uncle and nephew soldiers, Lao Hei and his cousin. This is basically the case.

But even Leng Feng didn't expect that his young brother, who was usually protected by him, would actually sacrifice his life to fight in this hand-to-hand battle, and he did not give him a chance to rescue him.

It can be seen how deep the hatred of extermination was buried in the boy's heart.

Tang Dao finally knew why the dead young soldiers had to bite the dying Japanese army's ears before they died and tried hard to swallow them.

Maybe it was the obsession that the boy had been in his heart since he learned that his home was gone!

Lei Xiong knew the relationship between Leng Feng and Shi Tou. When he learned that Shi Tou died in battle, he felt guilty in his heart.

But he also knew that this pain could not be comforted.

Leng Feng did not lit the smoke biting in his mouth until the Japanese artillery fire began to rage again, sweeping away the cigarette along the air waves in the gap in the window. Leng Feng, who had been silent, picked up his gun and roared: "A row, go to the position."

The only close brother who was mourning was gone, and the elders of a row returned.

Although he could still obey his soldiers, he was pitiful.

But even if you want to continue mourning, you have to live first.

Under the extremely cruel decisive order of Fuchijiro, the Japanese army's attack was no less determined than before hand-to-hand combat.

They even had the urge to fight again with one hand and hand. Many Japanese soldiers took off their military uniforms, wore white shirts, and had cloth tapes with red suns wrapped around their heads, and attacked the warehouse one after another.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! From morning to afternoon, the battle has almost never stopped.

At the most dangerous time, the Japanese army had even blasted the wall on the first floor, blowing out three large holes that almost penetrated into the tank, and at least one infantry squad rushed into the first floor.

However, the complex first floor terrain, dark environment and inverted triangle fortifications arranged in the corners of the wall have become their insurmountable natural barriers.

The building is like a giant beast that can devour everything. When you enter the warehouse, you will never see the alive Japanese army coming out again.

This made the Japanese front-line commanders feel serious self-doubt and dared not drive their subordinates to rush into the building. They still carried out previous tactics and continued to blast the building. If a big hole doesn't work, ten will come until the entire first floor is completely blown up.

This is also the main reason why the warehouse can persist until 4:00 in the afternoon.

The casualties in the warehouse continued to increase. After more than five hours of continuous combat, seven soldiers died in battle, and no serious injuries were serious. Anyone who could still climb was participating in the battle. If they could not even hang out, they would basically die.

Because the only two sanitary workers in the warehouse participated in the battle with guns. The first aid kits in their hands had been used up, all the hemostatic medicines had been used up, and there was no clean bandage. The only thing that could wipe the wound was the water introduced from Hanoi, Suzhou, but even that was blood and turbid water.

As for minor injuries, everyone in the warehouse will be banned.

Even Tang Dao had a long blood mark on his cheek, which was left by a shrapnel.

If it weren't for luck, the shrapnel that just cuts apart the skin and cuts half of his face.

In such a cruel battle, bullets, shrapnel, air waves, and even small stones flying from explosions can kill people. These things that roar and run in all directions no matter how strong your body is or how skillful your skills are.

Those who can survive depend on luck and courage.

If you don’t have the courage to shoot at the Japanese invaders tenaciously in such a hell killing field, the Japanese invaders who flocked to pieces would have long been torn to pieces like hungry wolves.
Chapter completed!