"Old Xing! We went up, and the Second Camp stayed here to block the mouse holes."

Meng Fanye took out a magazine from his waist and quickly loaded it on the m1 carbine. The Japanese in front ran to the top of the mountain in a panic, leaving only some remaining soldiers on the position and still fighting desperately.

The reverse slope has basically been taken down, but the Japanese appear from time to time from time to time, as annoying as gophers. The tunnel must be blocked, otherwise the group of people who are tracing the back will likely be trampled by the Japanese.

"Don't worry, let me leave this to you!" Xing Fuquan replied seriously, turning around and continuing to clear the reverse slope with the soldiers of the Second Battalion.

Meng nodded and immediately ordered his soldiers: "Please take care of everyone! One company is in the center, the second and third company protects the flanks, and the fourth company pays attention to long-range support, and take me the top of Nantianmen Mountain!"

"kill!"

"Run!"

The first battalion with a strong momentum rushed towards the top of the mountain, and some Japanese hiding in the trenches along the way to block them. Although the Japanese consciously had a strong fighting consciousness, they were not enough to see in front of the first battalion with strong firepower and skilled tactics.

The soldiers used the 33 tactics to the extreme and continued to advance with the support of the mortars in the rear. How could these more than 100 Japanese soldiers stop the Sichuan Army, which was like a wolf and a tiger?

The Japanese had no choice but to be driven back by Meng Fanle and others, and they had already retreated to the shooting range of the Tree Fort.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...!"

At this time... a fire suddenly started in the direction of the tree castle, and unreasonable bullets kept firing out from the unreasonable shooting mouths, directly sweeping the group of Japanese who were fighting and retreating, and they were like a group of rats drilling in the bellows to be both angry.

...

"The brothers on the second floor who continue to cover the reverse slope will carry all the dead behind you... Oh! Be fucking gentle!"

Long Weng, who was slumped in the tree fort, grinned and shouted, Bula was bandaging his injured left ear.

"Don't move, I'll start it up again and wrap it around you." Bula said angrily.

"This dog-good bitch is so lucky that he has to circumvent the bullets, but unfortunately, bean cake..."

Yaoma shook his head and sighed for a long time. He turned his head and looked at the bean cake lying next to him, and felt a sense of sorrow.

Doubing's right arm was completely blown to pieces, and her chest was charred, her face covered with bloodstains, and her entire upper body seemed to have rolled in a pile of coal.

Milong squatted beside him and looked at him blankly, feeling very uncomfortable. The explosive pack that the Japanese had just thrown in exploded in front of their machine guns, and this kid pushed himself down before the explosion, but he was hit by all the impact.

The blood on the broken arm had stopped him as much as possible, but everyone could only do this. Black and red blood stasis continued to overflow from Doubing's mouth, and it was obvious that his internal organs had been shattered.

Everyone understands that being so seriously injured... death... is only a matter of time.

"Little thing, can you hear me talking? You have anything Mo Zi wants to make to tell me." Bula also came over and surrounded Doubing and shouted at him seriously.

"Um...guk..."

Doubing's eyes were fighting hard, and her body was still twitching slightly. The pain made him unable to speak anymore, and he could only make painful whimpers in his mouth.

Long Weng came over with his ears, patted Milong's back and handed a toothpaste-like object, and said in a little unbearable way: "Give him a needle of morphine, so you can suffer less when you leave."

Milong silently took the morphine, and he knew that the bean cake was already dying and could never save the life that was about to die.

With the injection of large doses of medicine, the originally painful bean cake gradually calmed down, and the tormenting pain all disappeared magically.

"Miss...Miss Long Brother..."

After a while, Doubing regained a little consciousness, raised her hand slightly, and called softly as if she was rebirth.

"Here! I'm here!" Milong quickly grabbed his hand.

"You... save... my life, I... your life, let's... get even, get even..."

"Yes, yes! We're even, we're even, we won't talk, you can lie down." Milong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. This silly boy still remembered the last time he got the shot for him.

"My Story, brother... after the war... can I go back to Baoding for me... and bring a message to my parents."

Doubing struggled to show her honest smile, and his intermittent words deeply penetrated everyone present.

"What are you talking about?" Milong asked in a crying voice.

"Take a word...Take a word..."

Doubing kept repeating these words, but his voice became weaker and weaker, his pupils slowly spread, and his hand holding Milong was slowly relaxed.

"Doupan?Doupan!!" Milong shouted loudly, but Doupan had no reaction at all.

This person is a little timid and always follows Milong. The little warrior who listens to Milong's command just leaves.

Milong thought of fighting with Doubing in the shelter in an instant, thinking of asking him to pretend to die at the door of an old scholar, thinking of shouting at him every time he had no bullets...

He could no longer hold it back and threw himself on Doubing's body and burst into tears, and his tears as big as Doubing rolled down.

"I'm back home, I'm back home!"

Long Weng raised his palm and hung it on Doubing's head, muttering in his mouth: "Soul is back! Go away, what are the four directions? Soul is back..."

He couldn't bear to look at Dou Bing's face, so he turned his head and let tears keep spinning in his eyes.

"Go with peace of mind, and you will be a good family in your next life." Dong Dao said softly, squatted down and wiped Doubing's unscrupulous eyes, took off his coat and gently covered him on his head.

This scene made everyone cry. Doubing, who is honest and simple, always laughs happily no matter how his comrades "bully" him. He is such a firm and stubborn little guy, but he can no longer see his smile.

"Deputy Commander!" The soldier who was observing from the shooting hole on the second floor shouted excitedly at Long Wenhua: "Our brothers are here!"

Long Weng agreed, sighed softly and turned to Milong and said, "Please carry him to the back first, we still have work to do."

Soon, Meng Fanle led the vanguard to the tree fort, and the shocking scene inside made the first battalion soldiers tremble in their hearts.

There are only about twenty commandos left with more than 100 people, basically everyone is injured, and there are still a few seriously injured people lying on the ground covered in blood and covered with mummies.

"Damn it! You guys..." Meng Lao was about to say something, but when he saw their faces dark and blood-filled, he couldn't speak at the mouth.

"Don't recognize me yet? Come over with a few guns quickly. The Japanese fire sticks are uncomfortable." Long Weng said carelessly with his waist on his back.

"I said I would take a break here, so I'll leave it to us later, you..."

"Stop fucking nonsense!"
Chapter completed!