Chapter 1071 Sacrifice

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

A dense shell exploded in the forest where the platoon leader was. Please search and read the most complete novel!

It seems dense, but if you count carefully, you will find that the number of shells in this batch, the number of shells dropped when the big man was bombarded just now, was at least three. In other words, the few shells that the artillery platoon leader just now were effective, and at least three small steel cannons of the Japanese should have been blown up.

Of course, this is of no use for the overall situation and strength of artillery battles.

One of his shells was only about three meters away from the platoon length, but not only did not blow up the platoon leader a slight damage, but even the small cannon that the platoon leader was holding tightly was not affected by the air waves. The only regret was that the huge explosion sounded a little bleeding from the platoon leader's ears, causing temporary tinnitus to occur.

"Ah~!"

This tinnitus is very harsh, which makes the platoon leader's head buzzing, and it feels like it is swelling and bursting. The pain makes the platoon leader unable to help but yell. But this is true, the platoon leader's body and hands don't move at all.

After the first round of shells exploded, the platoon leader subconsciously shook his head. Not only did he want to shake the dusty leaves that he turned around, but he also wanted to make the buzzing sound in his mind less, which really hurts.

However, the platoon leader understood more clearly that time was tight and he had to take advantage of the next round of artillery shells of the Japanese to shoot out the shells.

So the platoon leader struggled to get up, but his feet slipped and he fell to the ground. As a last resort, the platoon leader had to grab two shells with his left hand, hold them tightly, and support the ground with his right hand, climbed behind the small steel cannon, half-kneeled and straightened up, then stretched out his thumb with his right hand, and then quickly checked the ruler of the small steel cannon. After confirming that, he trembledly placed a shell on the muzzle, and loosened his hand...

"Dong!"

The platoon leader quickly picked up the telescope and looked at the results carefully.

"Swish~!"

"boom!"

"hehe!"

Seeing the shells exploded at the Japanese artillery position, and even the flame flashed. In the telescope, the platoon leader clearly saw the scene of the three Japanese beings being blown away by the shells, which made the platoon leader laugh happily.

Then, an idea flashed through his mind: the last shell was there, and it must be used properly, should it be transferred to the position, or...

Then, nothing then.

While the platoon leader was thinking, suddenly, he saw a fire suddenly appear in front of him. Then he felt his body lightening, and a heat wave hit his face and attacking his whole body... He felt like someone was hitting hard with a sledgehammer, making him unable to help but spit out blood.

However, a sentence suddenly flashed in the platoon leader's mind: It turns out that this is the feeling of being bombed by a shell... In some ways, with the experience of platoon leader avoiding shells, if it weren't for tinnitus, he would not be able to hear the sound of the shells slashing through the air, the platoon leader would be very sure to avoid this shell. However, it was because the platoon leader's tinnitus caused by the previous bomb that he did not notice it at all, which was really regretful.

Finally, the platoon leader felt a chill, as if something had penetrated, which made him unable to help but spray blood out of his mouth...

I couldn't help looking down at my heart, and then I realized that at some point, there was a broken branch with five or six centimeters pierced in front of my chest, and blood was dripping down. A large area around my heart was stained with blood, and it was still wet and expanding rapidly.

The platoon leader understood that he could not go back to fight the Japanese with his comrades this time.

However, the platoon leader did not regret it at all. Since he had taken this path, he had never thought of leaving the battlefield alive.

However, the only regret is that the mission was not completed and the Japanese artillery positions were not blown up.

Thinking of this, the platoon leader looked up slightly and then thought of the last shell that his left hand had been holding tightly. He couldn't help but look down at his left hand, but found that his left hand was still holding the shell tightly. However, he wanted to raise the shell high, but he could not do anything. He couldn't even move his left hand's fingers, which caused the platoon leader's mouth to keep bleeding out again.

Forget it, do your best, do your best!

The platoon leader raised his right hand with difficulty, took out the cigarette box from his pocket tremblingly, slowly delivered it to his mouth, picked up a cigarette, and then slowly took out the matchbox, but with one hand, he could not open the matchbox... In the end, the platoon leader's right hand suddenly collapsed and his head turned, and he died heroically for his country!

The platoon leader was unable to blow up the Japanese artillery positions in the end, but his brave and fearless spirit of sacrificing death for the sake of the survival of the country and the nation is worthy of eternal remembrance by future generations.

About three minutes later, the Japanese saw that there were no shells on this side and did not continue to shoot. After waiting for a few more minutes, they saw that there was no counterattack here. They seemed to have guessed the situation here. They never bombarded the other side again. Instead, they urgently moved the position. From this point of view, the platoon leader and others completed the task: with only two small steel cannons, the Japanese artillery positions forced to be urgently transferred.

Soon, the big man appeared in front of the platoon leader's body with his right arm covered... The big man's right shoulder was injured. When he was avoiding the Japanese shells, a hole was cut by shrapnel.

I looked at the platoon leader in disbelief for a full minute.

Then, he trembledly reached the platoon leader's head with his left hand, and slowly tied the platoon leader's eyes.

Then, the big man seemed to have suddenly lost his strength, kneeled in front of the platoon leader, touching the ground, and his body was crying silently - the huge pain made him unable to cry even if he wanted to.

Under the moonlight, the small steel cannon shell grabbed by the platoon leader with his left hand refracted the moonlight, which looked particularly secluded with the clean dust around him.

Unintentionally, the big man saw the shell.

He wiped his tears and climbed in front of the shell with his limbs, grabbing it like a shell. He grabbed it, but he didn't catch it because the platoon leader's left hand grabbed the shell too tightly.

Helplessly, the big man shed tears and carefully pried apart the platoon leader's left fingers one by one.

"Senior Brother Third, wait, I'll help you fulfill this last wish."

He got up, turned around and looked at it, locked a few meters away, and fell obliquely under the trunk of a sand tree. The small cannon did not fall apart and looked intact, which made the big man feel particularly anxious and rushed over quickly.

However, when he hurriedly straightened the small cannon, and when he saw the oval gun, a sense of sadness suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, asking him to hold the cannonball, raise his hands with him, and shouted to the sky: "Why? Why don't even give my senior brother a chance to have the last wish? Why..."

Finally, he knelt on the ground and burst into tears...

Many years later, when the big man thinks of his third senior brother, he can't help but ask, "Why are the trash like me still alive, but the hero like his third senior brother has died?"

No one can give an answer, and no one can understand such an answer. This is the cruelty and iron blood of war - soldiers cannot control the outcome of war, but every soldier is experiencing the blood and flesh of war, and they are the most direct victims of war.

Although the Fourth Battalion fought with the Japanese devils in a tragic battle, although they were at a disadvantage, and although the casualties continued to expand, the Fourth Battalion still held on, waiting and looking forward to it. In the end, they waited for the result, the result they wanted.

When the sound of continuous explosions of several Japanese cars came, whether it was the fourth battalion commander or ordinary soldiers, it was like a shot of a heart attack.

Then, the Fourth Battalion Commander began to order everyone to retreat according to the prior plan.

When the sound of the retreating horn spread throughout the forest, the third battle to defend Qinglong Mountain began to end.

The battle was so fierce that no matter how enemies and we were, we were all red in our eyes. In many places, both enemies and us were anxious, and it was not that we could retreat.

Especially for the Japanese, if they did not destroy the enemy in front of them, they could not go back to work. Seeing that their opponent suddenly wanted to retreat, they wanted to escape, so the Japanese became more and more desperate. The retreat under the morale of the Fourth Battalion was not in a hurry, but instead they fought in an orderly manner, and they were basically retreating alternately.

At this time, the minefields of large numbers of mechanism traps arranged by the hunters on both sides of the main positions of the Fourth Battalion played a huge, even decisive role: the Japanese had no time and opportunity to go around these two minefields, and could only rush through the middle.

However, the Fourth Battalion gathered ten light machine guns here, arranged an extra-elimination and ten snipers to reach a big hole, and successfully blocked the Japanese's crazy attack. Finally, at the cost of twenty soldiers, the Fourth Battalion finally successfully retreated.

At this point, the third Qinglong Mountain defense battle has basically ended.

In this battle, the fourth battalion, including Chef and other logistics personnel, were 750, but 549 people were honorably killed in battle to defend their country. Three were missing and 79 were seriously injured. Almost everyone was injured.

Five hunters died in battle and three seriously injured. Xiang Hua did one thing: for the sake of his son's settlement and for the inheritance of his own incense, when he fought with the Japanese, he first killed two Japanese and died with the third Japanese.

Thirty-five people in the sniper platoon were killed in battle and two people were seriously injured.

Judging from the cold number of casualties, whether it is the sniper platoon or the fourth battalion, it can be said that he has already fought against the Japanese.

However, according to incomplete statistics, in this battle, they wiped out nearly 800 Japanese devils and injured countless Japanese devils. They successfully dragged the Japanese devils to Qinglong Mountain for a day and a night. If the Japanese devils were blown up and the Japanese devils could only walk on two legs and were delayed, they had delayed the Japanese devils for three days and two nights. Judging from the time, they had completed the mission. After all, everyone knew that with only 800 people, facing more than 5,000 well-equipped and well-trained Japanese devils, and were extremely unfavorable in all aspects, they had already tried their best to hold the Japanese devils for so long. And they also made the Japanese devils suffer such a large casualties and huge losses of materials. It has to be said that the warriors of the Fourth Battalion fought beautifully, and everyone was a hero!

Afterwards, the Eighth Route Army Headquarters awarded the glorious title of "Steel Battalion" of the Fourth Battalion and ordered the assault regiment to give priority to supplementing the fourth battalion's troops, weapons and ammunition...

Interestingly, the Japanese war history said that they only killed 34 people in battle, but killed 1,377 enemies... We will not say the previous sentence, but the latter sentence is not completely fake. The minimum number of people is indeed not faked, because the angry Japanese, when they were angry, they were angry, and on the way back urgently, they actually destroyed three villages in Baoyuan County for no reason, and then they regarded these slaughtered villagers as enemies killed by fighting...

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