The continuous drizzle is just like the sad tears of God, falling continuously.
The huge piece of scorched earth is covered with hot craters, large and small. The water-filled ponds and ditches are filled with mist due to the flames of war. The half-burnt damp reeds and shrubs are sizzling with green smoke. More than three hundred
The meter-long mound was cut into low ruins, which was suffocating, and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood that stung the lungs was still filling the air.
The whining sounds gradually started to sound, and soon they became a chorus. One or two of them were shrill wails that made the heart palpitate and hurt to the bone marrow.
Huzi, who was covered in mud, helped Yin Jinan, whose head was scratched by shrapnel and bleeding profusely. He took out the first-aid triangle bandage from his waist and quickly bandaged it. Seeing Yin Jinan regaining consciousness, he stood up unsteadily and walked towards the fallen brothers. Huzi
He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rushed to the direction where An Yi stood last. He dug An Yi out of the mud with only half of his face exposed, held him in his arms and shouted loudly: "Xiao Yi, wake up! Xiao Yi... I'll fuck you."
Uncle, open your dog eyes..."
An Yi coughed violently, spitting out a mouth full of sticky mud, and asked feebly: "How are the brothers? And... where is Brother Xiang? Are you still alive..."
"Get up! Stand up for me, I will help you go and see..."
Hu Hu picked up An Yi and paused for a long time to wake An Yi up. When he saw An Yi stubbornly pushing him away, he slowly let go.
An Yi stumbled towards his brothers, nodding silently with all the brothers who were lucky enough. He knelt in front of Bian Guangda, whose chest was bleeding profusely. He pressed one hand on Yin Jinan's hands that were tightly covering Bian Guangda's chest, and gently
He gently held up Bian Guangda's head, which was covered with mud, water, dust and smoke, and shed hot tears:
"Guangda, I'm sorry for you..."
The small pole bearer Xu Guangda's eyes were wide open and he was about to lose consciousness. In his excitement, blood clots and broken lungs came out of his mouth with a loud sound. He stretched out his trembling hand, grabbed the remaining half of An Yi's sleeve, and used up his last strength.
He said with difficulty:
"Battal Commander, I...can use the machine gun well, but I'm stupid...I can't dig holes...My brothers can all dig faster than me...Battal Commander...I want to learn from you...to dig...holes...
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"Guangda——"
An Yi held Bian Guangda's head and cried bitterly, but Xiaobian could no longer hear it. His eyes had been closed, and the blood at the corners of his mouth was still gurgling, but his expression was peaceful.
Shi Junren wiped away his tears, knelt half down beside An Yi, and persuaded An Yi to let go. He told An Yi naggingly: "Batalion Commander, Guangda closed his eyes and walked smoothly..."
The brothers followed An Yi, who was choking silently, and walked to the dead brothers one by one. They were extremely sad to see An Yi wiping his eyelids for each of the brothers who had not closed their eyes.
In this newly formed big family, which was not even called each other by their full names, twenty-seven people died in the blink of an eye, thirty-six people were seriously injured, and as many as sixty people were slightly injured by shrapnel and mud and rocks.
An Yi, Hu Hu, Yin Jinan and other officers were ashamed and in unbearable pain.
Looking at the bunkers of different sizes and depths, looking at the blood-stained hands of the brothers and the charred faces that could not distinguish the human face, An Yi felt for the first time that he was so incompetent and helpless, but also so helpless.
Helpless and vulnerable.
"Jinan, gather the squad leaders, platoon leaders and above brothers together, check the brothers' injuries, collect the bodies of the dead brothers, and I will come back... Husband, you and I go to the friendly forces to have a look."
An Yi turned around and walked towards the east step by step accompanied by Hu Zi. He saw Huang Qixiang and two adjutants who had survived the catastrophe shaking on the artillery position full of scrap iron and deep pits, with thick smoke everywhere, and in a mess.
Walking staggeringly, the dozen or so surviving artillerymen numbly dragged the mutilated corpses, concentrating on the large crater in the middle.
Huang Qixiang, with half of his hair singed, turned to An Yi at the adjutant's reminder, wiped the smoky mud from his face, swallowed and asked with difficulty: "Are you okay?"
An Yi nodded: "Brother Xiang, are you still planning to go tonight?"
"Go! I will definitely go!"
Huang Qixiang gritted his teeth, squeezed out a sentence, and stared at An Yi resolutely with a pair of red eyes.
An Yi nodded: "Brother Xiang, please leave a boat for me tonight."
"As expected of my brother! The eldest brother will leave you the best boat!"
An Yi nodded, glanced at the miserable artillery position, burped and immediately turned away. As he walked towards his brothers, his steps gradually became calmer, and his red eyes shone with a strange light.
The huge change in this moment made Beard, who had been by his side, sigh deeply.
When the brothers saw An Yi coming back, they all stood up and silently looked at An Yi, who raised his head high, with sad eyes.
After being in a daze for a while, Lu Xiong, whose head was wrapped in thick gauze, strode forward: "Boss, I'm going with you!"
"Count me in." Qu Tongyuan, an old Sichuan man, walked up to An Yi with a flower machine gun.
"I'm going!"
"Take me with you!"
"I am the best machine gunner."
"Rabbit, get out of here you bitch, don't argue with me..."
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An Yi looked at the brothers whose eyes were full of anger and grievances, and nodded with relief: "There is only one boat, and it can only seat thirty people... There are only twenty-eight empty seats left except Hu Hu and me. Since all the brothers have
If you want to go, be prepared. After dinner, Huzi will go and notify whoever is informed. Those who don't have the chance to go will take care of the injured brothers at home with Jinan, and pack up and be ready to leave at any time."
"Brother, how can this be done? We need to ask the division headquarters for instructions." Yin Jinan said anxiously.
An Yi said confidently: "Don't worry, you can watch at home, otherwise Huzi and I won't worry. Let's go back now. After we go back, I will go find the master in person...Brothers, take our brothers back to the camp. Old
Lu, Lao Shi, help me lift Guangda up, I will carry him..."
Hundreds of sad and angry remnants led a long procession, marching in the drizzle, slowly turning a corner and gradually disappearing at the end of the vast green reeds.
At 3:50 in the morning, twenty-three wooden boats, large and small, sailed out of the lake area and entered the Northeast Water Lane in the dark night.
Huang Qixiang, who was desperate, crammed at least fifty people into each wooden boat. He was so frightened that dozens of boatmen who received huge remuneration were trembling and cautious, fearing that one of them would accidentally die while enjoying the windfall. Only An Yi's team of thirty people was carrying
The boss of the third boat, which was accompanied by Huang Qixiang and more than 20 followers, said with confidence: Pretend to be heavier to withstand the wind and waves.
More than ten minutes passed, Huang Qixiang sighed in a low voice to An Yi, who was carrying a flower machine gun next to him:
"Your people are incredible. You can tell at a glance that they are all experienced veterans, especially the twelve light machine gunners with loaded magazines on their backs. They are definitely evil men who kill without batting an eye. Such an elite group of people are...
It’s such a pity to be in the second-line unit!”
"Brother Xiang, don't worry. They will all join the frontline troops soon, including my younger brother. I'm not afraid of your jokes. All of us thirty have killed people. Only my younger brother has killed the least and has never been on a real battlefield."
."
An Yi, who was full of alcohol, answered easily.
Huang Qixiang sniffed and smiled: "I understand, I guess I can't kill you in this battle, and you will be promoted again, haha... have you been drinking?"
"I drank them all. The five bottles of wine given by Chief of Staff Hu Zhuangxing took out the white and inferior bottle and lied to me that it was Du Kang, but it was quite pure." An Yi grinned.
Huang Qixiang was about to laugh, but he immediately shut his mouth knowingly, shook his head and punched An Yi in the chest: "We are almost out of the river mouth, stand still."
A gentle white mist appeared on the dark river surface, and stars in the sky after the rain poked their white heads out from between the clouds.
As soon as the experienced boatman entered the wide rapids, he immediately paddled hard. The warriors on each boat picked up the short oars and wooden boards prepared in advance and paddled with all their strength. The tightly connected wooden boats rode the wind and waves under the boatman's deep guidance.
, cross the river quickly.
When the first boat struggled to approach the embankment three kilometers upstream from the north bank of the bridge, fifty-six brothers from the Thirty-sixth Regiment on the first boat quickly jumped onto the embankment. Dozens of people pulled the thick cable tightly and pulled the wooden boat
The front part of the boat was dragged onto the slippery shore.
The wooden boat that followed was like a long dragon with its head subdued, swinging its tail to the shore one after another. The 1,257 warriors closed their lips and quietly left the ship and climbed up the embankment, using the sound of the torrent to cover up their heavy steps.
Seen from a distance under the cover of night, it looks like a black line slowly floating up the river embankment.
"Brothers, rush—"
With Huang Qixiang's earth-shattering cry, the thundering roar and the intensive gunfire broke the darkness before dawn. The sleeping enemy soldiers in tents and makeshift huts were hit by intensive bullets before they woke up.
The flesh and blood pulsed in a blur.
More than a thousand warriors lined up in a line, moving quickly from east to west. Thousands of powerful light machine guns, flower machine guns and shell guns protruded with thousands of deadly tongues of flame, making the enemy howl, screams and exclamations one after another.
The sound shook the surrounding areas, and the thick smoke and fire caused by the explosion of grenades illuminated the enemy's one-kilometer-deep north bank position. Then rows of bullets flew towards the crowds of people who were fleeing in fear, and the enemy soldiers fell in pieces.
Like wheat seedlings being harvested by a huge sickle.
At the same time, one hundred and twenty artillery pieces from the Seventh Army, the Fourth Army and the Second Division of the First Army on the south bank roared loudly. Under the unified command, dense artillery shells covered the area from west to east.
, the enemy's right-wing position was turned into a red sea, and both sides of the Tingsi Bridge were filled with smoke and dust. Even the air and clouds in the sky for dozens of miles around were rapidly expanding and rolling in the hot airflow.
After a round of intensive artillery fire covered the northern end of the iron bridge, raging flames and steaming smoke were rising. The assault troops hidden on the south bank shouted in unison and swarmed forward. Ye Ting of the Independent Regiment of the Fourth Army took the lead and rushed to the bridge quickly.
They all opened fire, and the dense rain of bullets enveloped the enemy defenders on the north of the bridge, including the thick steel beams and straight railway tracks.
Li Zongren's Zhong Zupei brigade and Hu Zongduo's brigade, who were filled with anger after being tortured by the enemy, followed closely behind, shouting for kill and resounding through the sky.
The North Bank position was deep, and the unstoppable Thirty-sixth Regiment and An Yi Task Platoon were fighting until their eyes were red. Under the command of Huang Qixiang, more than a thousand warriors went back and forth for two rounds of killings. After achieving the predetermined combat goal, they immediately divided the troops into three groups.
Attack the enemy's various command centers.
An Yi led twenty-nine indomitable brothers to suddenly turn around and charge towards the northwest of the enemy's formation. The brothers only concentrated their attacks in the direction of the charge. During the high-speed running and shooting, they paid no attention to the black mass of souls on both sides who were scattered and running around.
The enemy fought their way through hundreds of headless deserters, quickly boarded the Sunjialing artillery position, and launched a frantic attack on the chaotic enemy artillery.
Approaching the main position, under An Yi's roar, the fifteen brothers all threw grenades to blow open the camp fence. They rushed into the gap in the thick smoke. After entering the position, they immediately scattered in all directions. The powerful firepower caused chaos.
The enemy troops in a group wailed and fled wildly. It only took a few minutes to easily attack the artillery headquarters on the reverse slope at the foot of the mountain. They aimed at a dozen enemy generals who had no time to escape and fired wildly at them.
More than ten generals were as bloody as sieves.
Amidst An Yi's beastly shouts, the brothers who had been numbed by the killing turned around again and opened up their formation. They launched another round of killings against the scattered enemies. The gun barrels were red and the hot air hit their faces, but they still refused to give up. They seemed to be full of
All the hatred was vented on all movable objects on the artillery position.
The light in the sky slowly spreads to the earth through the billowing smoke, and the rising sun that has not yet appeared dyes the clouds in the sky golden.
The nine-kilometer-long and two-kilometer-deep position on the north bank was blazing with fire, and corpses lay everywhere. Standing on a high place, An Yi looked down at the thousands of troops who quickly rushed through the position and launched a fierce pursuit of the fleeing enemies. He shouted in a hoarse voice:
"Huang Yingwu, put up the flag for me -"
"As you command——"
Covered in gunpowder smoke and unrecognizable, Huang Ying put the smoking flower machine gun in his hand on the ground, took out the flag stained with bacon grease and soot from his arms and rushed to the flag sacrifice platform fifty meters above, quickly lowering the enemy's five-color flag.
The battle flag "呲呲" was torn off, and the fiery red "First Army Second Division" battle flag was tied and quickly pulled up to the top of the flagpole.
The extremely proud Huang Yingwu jumped onto the large stone slab that stretched out several meters in the air. Looking down at Liu She and more than a dozen officials who were quickly approaching the foot of the mountain, he opened his voice, which was already hoarse as a broken gong: The engineer battalion has fulfilled its mission! Finally, he died.
The brothers took revenge——
In front of the enemy's artillery command post to the north of the hill, old Sichuan Qu Tongyuan wrinkled his face like a black cat and happily reported to An Yi: "Boss, there is a lot of ocean in there! There are two big boxes, at least five or six thousand.
Block!"
An Yi, who was turned black by gunpowder smoke, was not in the mood to care about Dayang's affairs at this time. He watched closely the four brothers who were counting the artillery on the position, eager to know that the things captured this time would never be snatched away by others.
How many artillery pieces were there in total? Seeing Old Sichuan still chattering around him, he turned around angrily and cursed:
"You're such a fool, how can you make such a small fortune? How can you fool around with me in the future if you're so happy with thousands of dollars? Get out of here!"
"No, boss..."
Old Sichuan saw Liu She and other officials striding into the position under the protection of dozens of officers and soldiers from the secret service company. In his desperation, he no longer cared about being subtle. He hugged An Yi and said anxiously in his ear: "Listen to me.
Having said that, boss, a box of gold bars contains more than three hundred taels. If the division headquarters took them away, my heart would bleed!"
An Yi was shocked and turned back suddenly: "Put it away quickly, you idiot! Go quickly!"
"Hehe! Boss, all my subordinates have stuffed them into the stomachs of the two enemy generals who were beaten into pieces by us, and even used two guards' clothes to tie them up, haha! Isn't this subordinate stupid?"
Old Sichuan smiled even more disgustingly.
An Yi was overjoyed: "What a fool! This time I would rather not be promoted than to get you a second lieutenant. Remember, God knows what you know and what I know, and it must not be revealed, and you must personally be responsible for it."
Go back and secretly deposit it into our provident fund private account with Ji Nan, and I will reward you with another five hundred yuan!"
"I knew it was right to follow the boss, haha! Ouch... the master is here, hurry up, my subordinates are going to collect the corpses..."