Although the third row hid in the open area extending outward and fortunately escaped from the center of the storm, the distance was still not far enough and was still affected by artillery fire. The spread of bullet points caused some shells to fall outside the town, and the three rows of cover had been visited several times. Not only that, the biggest problem was that the bricks and stone fragments caused by the explosion in the city were raised into the sky and flew to the outside, turning into bricks and stone rains.

Hu Yi hugged his head with his arms, squatting in the bunker, and his back and arms had been bruised several times. Hu Yi kept shouting loudly that the three rows in the bunker should not be squatted down, squatted down, and do not lie down. Because this is a heavy artillery. If the shells fall nearby, if the body and the ground are in contact with the ground, they will be injured or killed by shock. Many new recruits do not know this truth, and often instinctively lying on the ground when the shells hit. As a result, many of them were injured by shock afterwards, and they still died in a few days and cannot be cured.

The big Zhao Yong and the stupid boy were basically frightened by this scene. From time to time, scattered bricks and gravel fell from the sky into the bunker, and they were numb and hit several times. If it weren't for Hu Yi and Wang Laolao shouting reminders from time to time, they might have collapsed long ago. They just wanted to rush out of the bunker and run away from the hellish torture.

I don’t know how long it took, but the shelling was over. No one knows how long it was. It may be very short, but in everyone’s heart it feels like half a lifetime.

The Third Company died in this shelling, and the Third Company Commander was also dead. His body was buried under the collapsed rubble. Almost everyone was injured, and several of them had their legs or arms broken. Although they were alive, they were obviously unable to fight, so they had to be considered as a combat reduction.

The battalion commander came and said only one sentence: "There are few casualties in the third company, but no matter what else, as long as there is still someone who breathes, you must guard the open land for me. As for the company commander's problem, you can do it yourself. I don't have time to take care of it now."

Mr. Wang returned to the cover of the third platoon, and Zhao Yong asked anxiously: "Platform leader, how is the situation in the company?"

Mr. Wang held the cigarette in his mouth: "The company commander is dead, half of the row is gone. Alas - this time the last old brother is gone, either." The cigarettes that were slowly spit out seemed to have a faint sadness. The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Hu Yi held the gun in his arms, opened the bolt, took out more than 40 bullets in his pocket, and closed the chamber one by one. When he was a child, he liked to play with knives. He liked to play with guns, and he couldn't find anything else to do except these two things. He was a forced hobby. The sound of the shelling explosion in the afternoon still echoed in his head, and he kept silent over and over again. Since the moment the machine gun company's position disappeared from the smoke of gunfire, Hu Yi seemed to have fallen sick and was sensitive to the sound of explosions. Every time this sound appeared, he felt a big headache and couldn't help but want to be irritable, like a tight-knit curse.

Hu Yi felt sick. Although he knew that he was alive, he always felt like a dead person, no character, temper, interest and desire, just like a dead grass in this open field.

Hu Yi regretted it and felt that he was not a soldier. He suddenly began to miss his young bandits. Although he was always scolded, he at least knew that he was a living person, with a personality and temper, and knew what he was doing and what he should do. He was as free as a bird.

Wang Laozi broke the silence: "Xiao Hu, can you tell me whether we can hold on for three days?"

Although Hu Yi had just arrived in the third row for a day, the shocking shelling just now made several people completely regard Hu Yi as the backbone, without exception. The big man and Zhao Yong also stared at Hu Yi, waiting for Hu Yi's words to bring hope.

Hu Yi recovered from his numb thoughts and stopped his movements: "I don't know it far away. I only know that our group will not see the sun tomorrow morning."

This was like a bucket of cold water pouring down on his head, and a few people were on the spot. A squadron of Japanese devils was destroyed in the morning and a round of artillery was shot in the afternoon. Although it was heavy artillery, no other signs appeared. If Hu Yi said this in the morning, no one would believe it, but now, no one refutes it.

Hu Yi saw the surprised and depressed expressions of several people, but Hu Yi continued to say, "In this daytime kung fu, the Japanese had at least a few thousand people from both sides. When it was dark, they surrounded each other on three sides, and a fierce night attack could enter the city."

The atmosphere became silent again, what else could I say? Yes, the Japanese can't stay outside Desheng Port and wait for the New Year. The 638th Regiment is only a few hundred people, so what can I do to fight?

The big man spoke first: "Planer leader, why don't we report Brother Hu's statement to the group, maybe our group will be withdrawn."

"Tell me, Xiao Hu can think of a lot of their chiefs of staff, but they would never have thought of it. The key is that the order is there, do you think our regiment commander dares to retreat privately?"

At this time, Zhao Yong smacked his lips and whispered: "Plane leader, why don't we run away!"

A stone caused a thousand waves, and Zhao Yong's words caused ripples in everyone's heart.

The big man glared at Zhao Yong: "Run? Isn't that just being a deserter? He is going to be stabbed in the backbone!"

Zhao Yong replied bluntly: "Damn we, do we have backbone in the third row? Even if we don't run, their row will still poke every day. What's the difference?"

Mr. Wang didn't say anything at first, but when he saw Zhao Yong was a little excited, he spoke: "Don't talk nonsense. You can't hold your mouth in three rows."

"I didn't say nonsense, I'm the truth." Now that things are oppressed by the known despair fate, Zhao Yong's emotions burst out, so he simply speaks without any restraint. He turned his face to Hu Yi and said, "Damn, since you came, I have no choice but to look down on you! A fart officer who was rubbed off is like a fucking living dead person, or you don't just let me go, so that I can't be confused and steadily without any idea. You put on the pig's nose and put on a pig's nose and pretend to be a good figure. You said everything, you are still dead like a person who is fine. You seem clever, right? You seem to be fearless, right? Now I will give you a word, Hu Yi, I fuck your grandma!"

"Enough!" Old Wang snatched a silence and interrupted Zhao Yong's verbal attack. "Zhao Yong, if you make trouble again, I will slap you or not."

Zhao Yong's words did not fall apart, and all hit Hu Yi's ears. The headache and tinnitus caused by the shelling suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding environment seemed to be painted again, and became angry, no longer black and white. Especially the last sentence, Hu Yi was so unhappy when he scolded him. In an instant, it seemed that he had returned to the bandit's nest and the energetic year...
Chapter completed!