In the valley between the two mountains, Dakui and his group were besieged.

The Japanese were still attacking endlessly, with only a few stones and depressions in the valleys that could serve as cover, but the top-down bullets left them with no way to hide, and the number of casualties increased sharply.

"Hold on, brother, you will be fine, you must hold on!"

Dakui was bandaging a captain's wound. Two bullets pierced his stomach and lower abdomen. Blood had flowed all over the floor. I don't know how many layers of the snow-white gauze were wrapped, but it would still be slowly penetrated by the blood.

The captain's face was pale, and his lips were already gone. Now he couldn't say a word and could only look up at the sky quietly. As time passed, his consciousness gradually became blurred and his pupils gradually dilated.

"Deputy Commander...Company Commander...He is dead." The soldier next to him reminded helplessly.

Da Kui was shocked and quickly reached into the captain's breath with his hands, but the result was self-evident that hemorrhagic shock became the deadliest god of death.

"Tortoise son, little Japanese, I'm a god!" Dakui cursed fiercely, and the gauze on his hand also rolled to the ground, and a trace of tears gradually slid from his eyes.

This company commander was one of the soldiers who fought back from Myanmar by Laochuan's army. He was also a very familiar fellow villager. Now he could only watch him die a little bit while he was powerless.

"Deputy Commander, are we...we still rushing out?"

"Where is the point? I'm afraid I'm going to be here."

"This is a must..."

The soldiers around him said and said, his eyes full of despair.

The radio could not contact Ayi and the others, and it had been four or five hours since they were besieged. The bodies of their comrades were all over the ground, and everyone was exhausted.

Moreover, the soldiers have not much ammunition in their hands until now, and everyone's mood has fallen to the bottom. They are isolated and helpless and feel that their final hope is almost gone.

"Shut up to me! Have you forgotten the oath you made when you left Sichuan and became a swearing fellow villagers!?"

As soon as these words were said, the soldiers present remained silent, and some of them were thin-skinned and even lowered their heads with red faces.

Dakui looked frosty, and his cold and determined eyes swept across everyone: "We can't escape today, but with all the brothers accompanying each other, the road to the underworld is also lively. I, Zhang Xianyong, slutted my words here, with the flag of death on my head and the soul mate on my body, and I, Chuanwa, don't be afraid of death!"

Before the Sichuan Army left Sichuan to fight against Japan, the soldier Wang Jiantang, his father Wang Zhecheng, presented a banner with a big and vigorous character "death" written on it, encouraging his son to sacrifice his life for the country, fight bravely and fight the enemy, and wrap his body in the horse.

The left side of the flag reads: I don’t want you to be filial to me; I just wish you to be loyal to the nation.

On the right is: the country is in danger, the Japanese invaders are ferocious. The rise and fall of the country is divided. Every man wants to serve, but after his age. Fortunately, I have a son, so I voluntarily volunteered to give him a flag and always carry him with me. When he is injured, wipe the blood, and wrap my body after death. Go forward bravely and don’t forget your true meaning!

The flag of death! That is why the Sichuan Army believes. It represents the great sentiment of many Sichuan elders sending their children to war. It also becomes the great spirit of Sichuan people who swear to fight to the death and never give up.

"I'm so terrified, I'm afraid of a hammer!" A soldier made up his mind and picked up his rifle and roared resolutely.

"That's it! A big scar fell from the head, and he was another hero eighteen years later."

"Kill one and earn one, and add more lottery to the dead brothers!"

This sentence seemed to stir up a thousand waves. All the soldiers present shouted, without any fear in their eyes.

The Engineer Regiment is basically from Sichuan, and it can even be said that most of the soldiers of the entire Third Division come from Sichuan, Hunan and other places.

Sichuan people are hardworking and rebellious. They always remain unknown when they do anything, but they only become vigorous and shining at the critical moment.

They can make jokes when fighting with their brothers on their own territory, and are called the worst army in China, a miscellaneous brand among the miscellaneous brands, but they have always been the best heroes in national justice.

Seeing this situation, Dakui laughed with satisfaction, picked up the submachine gun on the ground and raised his arms and shouted: "Haha! As expected, we Chuanwa'er didn't have a single rake. We all had a bayonet for me. Even if we die, we would die on the way to charge. If we want to tell the turtle sons on the opposite side, I will not have to admit defeat in the engineering corps!"

"kill!!"

The deafening shouts of killing rushed to the sky. Under the leadership of Dakui, the last fifty soldiers let out their last roars, vowing to fight the enemy to death!

Ordinary people only know that there is no river to form an army, but who knows that nine out of ten households have no children?

...

On the other side, Ayi raised his gun and aimed at it with one eye. He pointed the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!Bang!"

The gunshot sounded, and a Japanese man who was shooting screamed. He was shot twice in the shoulder and chest, and his body was carried back by the impact.

After killing this Japanese soldier, Ayi hid behind the tree and stabilized his body slightly, and then continued to rush forward.

However, many Japanese soldiers ahead suddenly stopped running away and began to shoot regardless of the situation, which made the pursuit team stop.

"Captain, the Japanese troops have withdrawn. Now let's leave these desperate madmen behind us. We...goog!!"

Before the platoon leader finished speaking, two grenades were thrown in front of him, scaring the guy tossed him to the side.

"Boom! Boom!"

The close-range explosion made people's eardrums hurt, and Ayi also noticed the changes ahead. The Japanese who stayed behind and broke the rear obviously did not have the intention to escape. They all seemed to be desperate. Some even tied grenades and rushed directly to the engineering regiment, not caring about their lives at all.

The soldiers were also frightened by this desperate sabbago. After all, ten people were unable to stop them. How many people were willing to trade their lives for life?

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Ayi shouted: "Don't rush for now, please call the team members around you to come and eat these dozens of Japanese devils!"

He also knew that it was impossible to keep the Japanese army with just the little people in his hand. It was already good to be able to fight like this, and what bicycle would he need? And there was no need to fight to the death with the other party if his goal was achieved.

Most of the Japanese retreated into the forests, and the group of Japanese troops who surrounded and killed Da Kui in the valley also received a retreat.

But when Ayi brought people to find them... his desolate appearance made people sad.

More than 180 people have been beaten to less than twenty, and everyone has covered their heads, dirt, and bloody faces, almost nothing is left without injuries.

Ayi walked quickly towards the center of the team, with a slightly urgent expression as if looking for something: "Where is Dakui? Where is your deputy commander?"
Chapter completed!