The Japanese army created a large marching myth in Myanmar - the bicycles they used were elusive, and the corresponding ones were the British and expeditionary forces, which paid a heavy price for this.

Similarly, this army that is not alone at the South Gate is actually alone, so it almost suffered a loss.

When there were dense and vast Japanese troops in the telescope, they always thought that they were small units and would not be valued by the Japanese army.

After the second wave of attacking the Japanese retreated, they became impatient when they died. He thought that the Japanese behind him would be at most one, two or three squadrons, but now he looked at them, at least two brigades were on the way.

Compared with the Japanese army with complete firepower configuration, his men had nothing except for their powerful firepower and slightly more mortars. Even though they were on the other side of the river, they knew that they were... they could not count on!

...

The South Gate of Heaven is not a good place for the guards - the previous defenders left no position here, and without tools, it was difficult for them to dig a trench deep enough in the face of the hard rubber-sized Flint Mountain.

The flat top of the mountain was almost loved by the Japanese artillery - but they only had mortars in their hands, which could not pose a threat to the Japanese mountain and field artillery, and could only be bombed with a slight urge.

In a word: All the previous defenders should have been shot!

"But we are the ones who are unlucky now!" Milong, who once again defeated the Japanese attack, said resentfully. He looked very resentful like a resentful woman in the deep boudoir - he picked up a wife, but was dragged here without any warming up. His wife and children crossed the river. His cheap husband and father now have to struggle against the boundary of life and death.

Sure enough, he just lost!

"It's okay. As long as the mountain behind the guy who walked away before was not high, the angry commanders in the command center will definitely collapse, which should have been broken!" A Yi said with certainty. After this guy finished speaking, he subconsciously even ignored his handsome hairstyle - even though Xia Tian kept calling the traitor head in secret.

"It's all about us whether it's broken or not. I'm waiting for the bastards by the river to finish it early!" Milong cursed, full of resentment at the bastards by the river who were standing by and thinking about crossing the river. Xia Tian ran to the end and came to a conclusion that made people "shocked":

There seems to be quite a few people by the river. There are a few more bamboo rafts, but there are quite a few people. The only difference is that there are more people who maintain order. The efficiency of crossing the river along the ropes is improved, but... at this speed, tomorrow, no? The day after tomorrow? It may not be able to consume the crowds of people by the river.

This is really a "shocking and infuriating" conclusion!

Xia Tian turned around and looked at the stretched position, but felt confident in his heart - Look? There are still a lot of fools here!

"See there? How do you feel?" Hella appeared beside Xia Tian and asked.

"I want to kill the bastard who exploded the bridge with his own hands." Xia Tian gritted his teeth? If the bridge is still there, even if the bridge made of ropes and wooden boards is inefficient, it can now allow at least half of the people to cross the other side, right?

"What about there?" Hell, hell, pointed to the Japanese position that was absolutely invisible at this position - the Japanese artillery power was increasing again, so they are now facing the comfort before the storm.

"No feeling!"

"Don't you think it's unfair? Look at them? They are fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing? A bunch of gulls and herons startled, and then look at us, how to live, how to live, and beg for life." Death said words that felt quite rhyme, but there was a mockery in their eyes - for the decayed situation, and for the army that often collapsed? Who has no complaints?

However, no matter how hard you die, you can't drive the map all over the map. Only in front of the high summer, he can always say it - just like Meng Fanle always likes to tell the situation and the situation thoroughly in front of him and Xiatian.

Maybe people need a way to vent, right?

Xia Tian pointed to the riverside where he was rushing to cross and said, "Look, I'm so annoying that every time they arranged to cross the river, there was only one raft carrying the soldiers, and the remaining two rafts were all fleeing people."

Death, I looked at the situation of crossing the river like Xia Tian said, but I couldn't understand the meaning.

"I'm not disappointed because I feel like a soldier at this time."

I frowned when I die, but still couldn't understand the meaning.

"What is a soldier? Protect the country!" Xia Tian said that the soldiers he understood were not what he understood, but what he had seen - before the flood, they stood in front of the front, and when they were in disaster, they rushed in front, and when they needed to defend their country, they still abandoned their small family and rushed in front.

"When the disaster occurs, soldiers stand in front of the people. In the torture of the disaster, soldiers plunge into the disaster and save the people they guard - these are soldiers. Look, we are blocking the enemy here, and the people there are crossing the river. Don't you think we are like soldiers at this time?" Xia Tian was a little proud. The reason for his slightest is that it is because the soldiers' ineffective combat that the people guarded by the soldiers are fleeing!

Long Wen was stunned.

Everything Xia Tian said was like a dream to him - the soldiers in his memory were only wars, only disasters caused by wars, or river embankments that were blown up by soldiers.

"There is no such soldier."

"Yes, that's it over there." Xia Tian answered with certainty, then turned around and left. This topic has always been a taboo in the national army. Even if Xia Tian was looking forward to an uprising in the future, it was all a taboo before that.

Only death is dead, and he falls into a very strange emotion - he fantasizes about the scene described by Xia Tian, ​​but even if his abundant imagination is exhausted, he will never think of such a scene.

I have always known that I have even seen death over there. For the first time, I was eager to know whether there are such soldiers there!

...

The South Gate of Heaven is made of iron and cast of copper.

In the following time, together with the first two attacks, the Japanese army launched a total of sixteen attacks, and even used gas bombs to cover them at night, but they never seized the positions that they thought were within their reach.

Sixteen attacks were launched, from dawn to dark, from dawn to dawn, but the position was still firmly in the hands of this Japanese army that could not find the number. By the last three times, the Japanese army completely gave up the idea of ​​taking the position and began to take the attack in a rotation like training. Their purpose was very simple - a plan of exhaustion!

But they have the capital because they are a corps and a brigade, and their abundant troops allow them to play all kinds of tricks on the small Nantianmen!

And the defenders...

The defenders now have abundant trenches and bunkers, which were not dug out, but bombed out by shells. There are still more than 700 people in the defense, but in this position, the battle souls that are no less than these 700 people have fallen. The reason why they can still maintain a relatively good number is that the battle here finally ignited the blood of many defeated soldiers by the river.

"What should we do?" The decadent Milong came over, and Ayi came with him. The current Ayi and Ayi from yesterday were like two people, but today he couldn't hide his deep fatigue. This battle completely broke away from the identity of "new recruit".

Dead, die, continue his stubbornness: "Waiting for reinforcements!"

This is a good place to hold back the throat. The subordinates at the back can definitely provide support to the positions on the South Heaven Gate within an absolutely safe range. The defenders of the South Heaven Gate will keep venting blood like knives!

Whenever he dies, he thinks of this scene, he firmly believes that no matter how great the sacrifice is, it is worth it!

"There will be no reinforcements. If there are, it will be here this morning." Xia Tian said quietly.

"There will be!" Death will be very firm: "They are not idiots! They are not fools! There will always be talents among them who are not clamped by doors! They..." As they said firm words, they became incoherent.

Because I don’t believe it if I die!

But he really didn't understand, did those officials really not see the importance of the terrain here?

If you lose this place today, how can you recover it in the future?

Crossing the turbulent rivers in the rain of bullets, carrying out a desperate attack in the rain of bullets, and attacking the strongholds run by the Japanese army in the rain of bullets?

That would...how many lives would it take!

Xia Tian didn't want this person who took them out of despair in despair, but in the end there were too many people here, and they could not turn them into ghosts and go home because of their unbearableness. So he told the fact that he guessed: "The men over there may be thinking about seizing Jiang and defending them. In their consciousness, they did not have the idea of ​​seizing Jiang, but only wanted to rely on seizing Jiang!"

The moment Xia Tian finished speaking, he died as if he had lost his soul, and suddenly fell asleep in the trenches with a strong smell of gunpowder. His eyes were dull and he looked at the pale world, looking at the ghosts that had passed away because of his self-righteousness.

Didn't he think this is possible?

Think about it!

But, Nantianmen, what a good place, what an important strategic position, is it for nothing? It hurts!

I feel sorry for the lives that will definitely be filled in the future!

So he lied to himself and said that the officials and men in the command center each had excellent strategic vision, could see the importance of the Nantianmen and the advantages of the Nantianmen in his own hands...

So, he deceived himself, and as he deceived, more than 600 people filled in here - this natural danger that had long been abandoned by officials and the strategic location!

Yes, Master Guan doesn't care how many people died during the attack, and he would be happy as long as he could win - but they never thought about what if he couldn't get it here?

Haven't they thought about it?

Have they thought about it?

Death, I am in a pale world, and my whole body is also desperate in paleness. He... I'm sorry for these trusting him and handing over his life to his brothers!

"Let's post, look, Meng Cuzi's grandson finally sent everyone away! Look, Meng Cuzi's bastard has left us with enough bamboo rafts! Haha, when we retreat, we will not be blocked by the river!" Long Wenhua kept tearing up with excitement while cursing, tearing him out of the pale and desperate world, and the colorful world once again came into Long Wenhua's eyes.

Under the drag of the mysterious dragon, he came to the back of the position, the rushing Nujiang River, the defense line that was waiting for, and a group of excited bastards on the east bank of the river came into his eyes.

The bastards were dancing and calling on the brothers at the Nantian Gate, howled desperately in a hoarse voice, telling them that it was time for us to withdraw!

"We must guard here. If the people do not retreat or guard, we will have to be forced by the Japanese to feed the turtle. At this time, all the brothers knew the situation, not to let the officials on the other side understand the importance of this place." Xia Tian whispered in his ear:

"Look, everyone here can still say with their heads raised and their chests raised, "What are you looking at? I died in battle to protect the people across the river, and I died as if I were to do it!"

Xia Tian said in Sichuan dialect that only has one rhyme, what the heroes could say with their heads raised their chests, and they laughed so hard that they showed a slutty smile: "Yes! We are not for the stupid guys there!"

"Those stupid guys are hopeless bastards!" Xia Tian echoed.

Long Wenhua was resurrected with full blood - and at this time the other side of the river was also changing.

Yu Xiaoqing, who died in Long Weng's mouth, came and brought his troops. With a crisp and decisive gunshot, he gave up on the Nantianmen and blew up a beautiful blood hole on the head of the special agent battalion leader who had blown up the marching bridge.

He Shuguang, the "student child" who has always been annoyed by Meng and they looked down upon, was waving the flag and using the flag to convey the meaning of Yu Xiaoqing, who was observing the Nantianmen in front of the cannon team's mirror. A Yi, who was from the officer training group, subconsciously translated:

"Yu Tuanzuo said, "We have lost our responsibilities if we forcefully cross the river..."

"In this way, it's better to die and break the mountain into a broken mountain..."

"After this battle..."

Ayi's translation made everyone around him become anxious, and he hurriedly asked Ayi to reply to the signal - he tried to beg.

"No!" Xia Tian stopped everyone who was preparing the flag at this time: "Don't go back! We don't understand the flag words!"

"What's the meaning?"

"Um?"

Everyone was confused, and they seemed to understand something.

Xia Tian continued: "He planned to let us break up here, and he would even say something to him! I don't understand the flag language, so won't he be ordered without birding? Let's go back!"

"You can't retreat!" Ayi said anxiously: "Once we retreat, the Japanese chase us, we'll be done!"

"The fool just withdrew all the time!" Xia Tian glared at Ayi: "Leave someone to cut off the rear!"

The four words are out, but there is a silence around it.

"I'll cut off the rear," said Death, "I am the fake, the most suitable one for cutting off the rear."
To be continued...