But maybe someone is still alive.

Because, someone blew the whistle just now, and there must be an observation whistle alive!

"Three Pao, Three Pao, where are you hiding? Whether you die or live, your damn girl, just give me a squeak!" Cai Yongguan, who was silently watching all this, suddenly shouted loudly.

He called out the name of a squad leader under his command.

That was one of the hardcore youngsters Cai Yongguan, who was unwilling to be a green forest hero forever, brought with him when he left the parody.

If he hadn't been carrying seven or eight people with seven or eight shotguns, he had become a squad leader and had a sufficient starting point, he might not have become a lieutenant company commander in five years.

Wei Donglai had three men acting as observation posts. It was reasonable and Cai Yongguan's men could have one man.

This soldier who went down the mountain with Cai Yongguan had a blasting skill. He once tied three grenades with bamboo poles to explode his opponent's strong fortress in the Sichuan Province War. After this battle, he was called "Three Cannons". After a long time, no one remembered his real name.

Wei Donglai felt sorry for his soldiers, and of course Cai Yongguan felt sorry for him, who was his brother who had been with him for more than 20 years since he was a child.

Sichuan Province has not lost one in the war for several years. It’s great to get here. Before the battle started, I just gave one off.

Who can't tremble?

No one answered.

The Lieutenant, who has a beard and not tall but is strong, is like a door panel, has a face full of despair.

But there is still hope in my eyes. After all, someone blows the whistle! Those who blow the whistle will definitely be alive.

"Company Commander, Company Commander! The Third Artillery Squad Leader is here!" The shouts of his soldiers came from afar.

Taking two steps at a time, Cai Yongguan ran over, and the joy that had just unfolded on his face instantly turned into pain.

Guan Sanpao was very wise and did not hide in a simple anti-aircraft hole that could not withstand the power of the 105 howitzer. He hid in the crater formed by the shells, avoiding the tragedy of being shaken and buried alive. According to probability, the chances of the shells falling into the same crater are extremely small.

However, the Japanese artillery fire was too fierce.

He is still injured.

Guan Sanpao, who was lying in the crater, was spitting blood in big mouthfuls. The large black blood clot on his chest and clothes were clearly fragments of the internal organs. They were shocked by the shells. Although the Sichuan Army here is not a war-making army, there is still common sense.

Cai Yongguan knew that his old brother would not survive.

What made him even more distressed was that when his soldiers held his body, the iron whistle, which was already covered in blood, had already slid down from his mouth. It was him who just used his last ray of strength to blew the iron whistle, but now he was powerless.

Guan Sanpao, whose face was sallow, was obviously at his dying moment. He was trying hard to breathe another breath of fresh air, but that was obviously a luxury for him who was losing lung tension.

Life is very tenacious, but actually very fragile.

"Sanpao, go, I swear, I, Cai Dadao, my whole company brothers, my Qinglong Mountain Village, will avenge this!" Cai Yongguan suddenly knelt down and hissed.

The lieutenant company commander did not use military rituals on the battlefield, but used rituals from the world.

Because, this overwhelming hatred is not enough for him and his troops. There is a thousand-person camp behind him, and hundreds of heroes will avenge their dead brothers. This is the rule of the world.

His brothers were soldiers when they were alive, and when they died, they should return to their roots.

I don’t know if I heard it or not. The veteran’s eyes, half-opened, moved slightly. Before he could take a look at his brother, he squirted blood and vomited his last breath.

In this way, he died silently.

After he completed his mission.

He had no chance to show his blasting skills, nor did he have the chance to shoot a bullet at any enemy army. He just sought to survive in the blazing artillery fire, and then, before his death, he blew an iron whistle hanging on his chest.

Like the three other colleagues who didn't even have time to blow the iron whistle, they all fulfilled their mission.

Use your life!

There is no heroic excitement, only sadness.

No one understood what perseverance he had long been dying, and he used to pluck up the last breath in his chest and blew the last whistle. No one knew why the veteran who died silently had to hold his chest tightly at the last moment of his life.

Maybe it's because it hurts there?

No one knows!

Because the Japanese are coming up.

"Sanpao, you are so good, don't close your eyes. Just watch me here to see how I kill the Japanese for you." Cai Yongguan, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at his brother who had lived and died for many years, then he resolutely stood up and turned and rushed into the position.

The sacrificed soldiers are certainly heartbreaking, but neither the two infantry company commanders have forgotten their responsibilities. They have to be responsible for more living people.

Both of them had tears in their eyes and had no time to say their final farewell to them.

Someone rushed up and carried away three pieces of remains that could be found.

According to pre-war regulations, if the situation permits, the soldiers who died in battle will be buried directly in the trench on the right side of the tunnel behind the mountain.

There was dug deep and long early, and it was both a trench and a tomb in wartime.

There are not enough trenches in front of the mountain.

In the back-slope trench, the person responsible for sorting out Guan Sanpao's body found that there was a yellowed black and white photo in the pocket of the dead veteran's chest...

A woman hugged a child of five or six years old. The woman in a jacket looked extremely reserved. Even the smile was squeezed out. However, the child smiled brightly, with a curious luster in his eyes.

If it weren't for Cai Yongguan, Guan Sanpao and others joining the army, those women who relied on their husbands and brothers to make a living in the parody, would never have wanted to step into the city in their lives.

This may also be what Cai Yongguan and the brothers who followed him down the mountain wanted to change. They had never thought about success or fame. They just wanted their women and children to live in the sun.

In a country that moves from troubled times to peace, the green forest will eventually become a past tense, and they try their best to change the fate of their descendants.

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It may be the first time for women and children to enter the city, one is reserved and timid, and the other is full of curiosity about the world outside the mountain. It is a place that is extremely strange to them.

But in order to let his husband and father in the distance, let him know that everything is fine.

They left this photo with all their might.

The husband and father met his wife and son, but his wife and son never saw him again.

No one can be free from worries, but soldiers are still soldiers. No matter what your origin is, they will go to the battlefield after a military order, let alone during such national wars.

Concern eventually becomes a desire only for living people.

That was exchanged for the dead.

There is no other expectation, just hope that you can think of me occasionally.

The originally sad burial was buried without the old brothers saying goodbye, and all the old brothers were on the battlefield.

Cai Yongguan, who actively asked for battle, was very determined. The most elite row under his command, he and all his old and new brothers, were on the front line.

Since the two Japanese are going to fight, then fight.

I don’t want to preserve my strength, and I will show my wealth in the battle, take out my essence, and kill him in a dark and dark place.

A typical green forest hero is in a mentality of not losing his life forever.

But, there are still people crying.

The young Sichuan Army, who was responsible for sorting out the bodies, squeezed the photos from the veteran's chest and cried loudly, crying for this bandit veteran who often scolded him, the "turtle son".

But crying does not mean fragility.

At least, his body was no longer as trembling as when the Japanese army attacked fiercely, as if he was looking up at the quail hiding in the bushes, and the guns and cannons on the other side of the mountain were fierce, but his hands were extremely firm when covering the veteran's pale face and soil.

He was far more than one soldier infected by the sacrifice.

The potato stayed on the front line without asking whether he would die. The blood in the official rifle in his hand was not gone, but the barrel was kept at a scorching temperature.

His shooting skills were very bad, but he fired more than 20 shots down fearlessly.

There were at least two bullet holes in his military cap, but he miraculously survived. Perhaps only he knew that the burning heat sensed by his scalp made him only a few millimeters away from death.

But that never stopped him from shooting bravely at the enemy and shooting again.

His gun and the bullet box hanging on his waist were all left to him by veterans of the Independence Battalion. His wish was to empti the bullets before he died.

The veteran didn't say it, but the young soldier could feel his unwillingness.

Then he will fulfill this wish on his behalf!

This is the inheritance, which will not end because of sacrifice, but will continue because of sacrifice.
Chapter completed!