Dizziness and severe dizziness filled the brain. Ou Xiaobin fainted after the explosion. There were injuries, but more were tired.

Everyone hid in Niutou Mountain and passed through a large number of snowy areas. They lived in the extremely harsh outdoor environment for more than a week, and had to maintain a forced marching state.

As the commander, Ou Xiaobin not only has to follow him, but also has to worry about countless trivial things. He is really tired and can't bear it anymore.

The soldiers carried Ou Xiaobin and hid in a small fuel reserve with no way out under the other side's constant pursuit. This was specially built for vehicles in the port. It is not large in scale and is a non-military building.

After entering the room, the soldiers used medical tweezers to snatch a rectangular shrapnel the size of a lighter on Ou Xiaobin's abdomen, and instantly sutured his wound with a military medical stapler.

Ou Xiaobin lay down for a while, came back to his senses, and asked in confusion: "Where have you been? Have you got on the boat?"

The officer next to him was silent for a moment and replied: "No...No, brigade commander, we are in the enemy's fuel depot, outside...all people are outside."

Ou Xiaobin's lips squirmed for a while, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Has Lao Meng and the others arrived?"

"The other helicopter has interference equipment, I... our communication equipment failed." The officer replied immediately: "But there have been no gunshots on the shore. Lao Meng and the others must have arrived."

Ou Xiaobin supported the ground with his hands, forced himself to sit up, turned his head and glanced at the dirt-faced soldiers of the Sichuan Mansion, and asked in a hoarse voice: "How many people do we have?"

"117," the officer replied accurately: "But... but many people have no ammunition."

Ou Xiaobin gritted his teeth and looked at everyone and said, "Brothers... we are in the jar, but... we may not be able to run out. Sorry... I promised to take you home... but I can't do it."

The soldiers looked at Ou Xiaobin and remained silent.

"I don't want to kneel down and have someone shot. After fighting for so many years, I don't want to die in a coward." Ou Xiaobin gritted his teeth and stood up, pulled his neck and shouted: "Concentrate ammunition and prepare for defense!!!"

"yes!"

The remaining 116 people shouted in neat voices.

...

outdoor.

A regiment-level officer pointed to the fuel depot and asked, "How many people are there?"

"There should be more than one hundred people." A company commander shouted.

"Change the heavy artillery and blow it up for me." The regiment commander waved his hand and shouted.

The company commander hesitated and replied: "Captain, our helicopter found that there might be an opponent's commander in this group of enemy troops. When they were evacuating just now, most of the soldiers were protecting the injured soldier, and the enemy's ammunition had almost been consumed. When we were pursuing, we suffered weak fire resistance."

The regiment commander was stunned for a moment and immediately adjusted the deployment: "Cancel the heavy artillery bombing, order two companies to fight me in, and capture the commander alive."

One minute later.

"charge!"

The soldiers of the two companies exploded out gaps in five directions of the reserve warehouse and began to launch an inward attack.

The indoor light was dim, and the two sides not only launched shooting, but also engaged in close combat.

In the center of the reserve warehouse, Ou Xiaobin cut all the sub D in the rifle, took the rifle with a military baton, jumped off the pile of goods and fought with the other two.

"Puff!"

With a gun raised, Ou Xiaobin kicked down a person head-on, and stabbed him directly into the other party's neck with a gun.

When he pulled out his gun, blood surged wildly and splattered everywhere.

Ou Xiaobin turned his head toward the other person. Just as he was about to raise his gun, two people rushed up from the left, stabbed the gun, and pierced directly into his abdomen from the side.

The wound that had just been sutured instantly collapsed and blood surged.

Ou Xiaobin bent down, took a step back, pulled out the enemy's gun stab in his abdomen, and gave in to avoid the two of them. He grabbed the muzzle with his left hand and the right hand, and instantly separated the gun body and the gun stab, and directly attached the two of them with a short-range attack method.

The other party wanted to turn around in a hurry, but the gun was too long and he hugged the fire close to him, so it was difficult to adjust the position of the muzzle, so he had to retreat.

"Puchi, puchi!"

Ou Xiaobin followed him and stabbed one of them twice in the neck, while the other young enemy soldier was so scared that he took two or three steps back.

"Kang Kang!"

A Sichuan Army officer rushed over and killed the scared soldier with a pistol, and reached out to support Ou Xiaobin.

"Continue to fight!! Zi D is gone, so I will snatch their guns. If two can't be replaced, just three will change one!" Ou Xiaobin roared with blood in his nostrils.

There is no way out, there is only bloody battle.

In the warehouse, shouts of killing sounded endlessly. Without a son D, the Sichuan Army defeated the first wave of attacks of two companies alive with a loss of about 3-1, and no one surrendered or fled.

When the other party retreated, only 48 people were left, and the rest were all killed in battle.

Ou Xiaobin coughed up blood in big mouths, looked at the officer next to him tremblingly and said, "What about the military flags that were prepared before?"

"It's still here, it's still here!" the officer replied.

"He... they probably won't charge anymore... This is the fuel depot... They will use cannons to hit the building... Let's go upstairs to raise the flag." Ou Xiaobin lowered his head as he spoke.

Peripheral.

The regiment-level commander looked at the two companies running out incredible ways, and after a long silence, he said, "They have no hope, they are a group of mourning soldiers... Forget it, I won't catch them anymore, so I'll adjust the heavy artillery."

A few minutes later, on the platform on the second floor of the large warehouse.

48 Sichuan Mansion soldiers gathered together, lowered the enemy naval flag on the mast, tied the Sichuan Mansion flag to a rope, and raised it into the air.

The red flag spread in the wind, and 48 soldiers leaned against each other and couldn't help staring at the direction of Sichuan Mansion.

Ou Xiaobin leaned against the mast, lowered his head, and murmured: "Teacher... I don't feel ashamed... your trust... I hope my Sichuan Mansion will take off completely in this battle."

In the battle of the eighth district, Ou Xiaobin had some unhappiness with Wang Tianhui. He was young and energetic at that time, and had thought about leaving Sichuan Mansion and even going to develop the enemy troops.

But after Qin Yu learned about this, he did not deal with him, and even did not release the news to let other colleagues know.

This action made Ou Xiaobin feel warm, and the division headquarters expanded its troops several times and had his place. In the seven brigades of Sichuan Prefecture, who didn’t know that Ou Xiaobin was one of the seven generals?

The trust Qin Yu gave him finally gave back with his precious life.

The rise of Sichuan Prefecture and its glory in recent years are his, as well as the officers and soldiers who died in these shoes.

The political ecology of Sichuan Prefecture is small profits and heavy feelings. This may cause this land to lose some opportunities and resources, but it is full of humanity in some things.

The Qin family may not be strong enough today, but some of these people will sooner or later have their place in the three major regions and even the entire Asian League.

At some point, military songs sounded on the rooftop of the fuel depot, and the red flags danced with the wind.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, shells rang out on the periphery, and the fuel depot instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.
Chapter completed!