Fang Zishan listened calmly to the words of his brothers, and suddenly a curse word came out of his mouth: "*** Heitie, we are all going to die! Reinforcements, where are the reinforcements!"
I was scolded, but I didn’t have any regrets.""""
Death is the highest honor of a soldier! From the first moment he put on the military uniform, this sentence has been firmly engraved in his heart.
People always have to die, it just depends on how the death is worth it...
The Japanese army will soon launch a new attack. This will be the last attack. Several people on the position know it very well.
Does it matter? From the time when they put on the military uniform... no, from the time when they were still called soldiers in the Presidential Brigade, everyone on this position was firmly entrenched on the first day they entered the army.
I remember this sentence:
Death is the highest honor for a soldier!
Lao Dongbei searched for a long time in the camp and finally found a cigarette butt. He picked it up as if he had found a treasure, carefully wiped off the dirt on the cigarette butt, lit it, put it in his mouth and said, "Baz, Baz, baz!"
"It started to smoke beautifully.
Everyone here is ready to die generously, but no one knows that for them, the vanguard of the Führer Division is rushing here desperately.
Their division commander, the black iron who was cursed by Fang Zishan, has given an irrefutable death order:
Those are my soldiers!
Rescue it, rescue it no matter what...
...
The Japanese attack began again.
Fang Zishan and his brothers stoned and threw the remaining grenades. They gritted their teeth, eyes red, and continued to hold on to the position without making a sound.
But they couldn't hold on for much longer, and the Japanese were totally desperate there.
Fang Zishan's arm was injured. He gasped and gasped. He tried his best to lift a big stone and threw it down.
He saw with his own eyes that a stone hit a Japanese soldier on the head, and the Japanese soldier rolled down with a scream of "Gulu Gulu".
Fang Zishan smiled widely...
It's almost done, it's almost done when the war reaches this point...
Die for your country, die for your country for your own honor.
"Batalion Commander, Battalion Commander!" Liang Dabao, who had just thrown the last grenade on the position, suddenly pricked up his ears: "Batalion Commander, listen, listen!"
Fang Zishan was tired and pricked up his ears like his subordinates...
That's... that's...
He suddenly shouted loudly: "Military bugle, bugle! Our bugle!"
Yes, he heard it right, it was a bugle, the loudest bugle!
The unique bugle sound of the Führer Division!
The survivors on the position looked back blankly, and then, when they saw clearly, tears filled their eyes at that moment.
Military flags! The fluttering military flags appeared in their eyes.
The First Division of the Republic of Korea Armed Forces!
No, the Führer Division, everyone knows this is their Führer Division!
All over the mountains and plains are soldiers wearing steel helmets. They are wearing Korean military uniforms, and the blood flowing in their blood is Chinese blood!
With a "swipe", Fang Zishan and his brothers burst into tears...
Who says heroes can't shed tears!
At the moment of life and death, they will not shed tears... Faced with the threat of death, they will not shed tears... But at this moment, their tears flowed out uncontrollably...
..
Their brothers rushed forward, with their submachine guns, machine guns, and bullets flying like a whirlwind towards the Japanese troops who were about to rush into the position.
"Tuan... Tuanzao..."
When they saw the regiment leader Zheng Wenjun appearing in front of him, Fang Zishan and his brothers stood upright and performed a military salute in an upright manner.
Zheng Wenjun almost shed tears...
There are only five people left in a company, a whole company. This unit has never suffered such heavy losses since the Presidential Brigade.
But the troops of this company, among their brothers, have persisted until now in the face of Japanese troops dozens of times their size without any artillery support.
Miracle, it really is a miracle!
Zheng Wenjun slowly raised his hand: "Master, before we leave, tell me, if there are any of you still alive, let me tell you something, 'You are all my soldiers'!"
The tears that had just been held back instantly flowed out of Fang Zishan's eyes again...
You are all my soldiers...The division commander has never forgotten himself, the division commander has never forgotten himself, and the Führer Division will never leave any brother behind...
When Kurogie arrived with the main force, the Japanese army had already been driven away...
"You, go down and rest." When he saw his subordinate Fang Zishan who had escaped from death, Heitie said with his usual indifference.
"No!" Fang Zishan, who always resolutely follows orders, rarely rejected the teacher's opinion: "Master, my brothers are all dead, please allow me to stay here!"
Kurogie nodded and suddenly asked: "You are all my soldiers. What do you think will happen if you kill my soldiers?"
Those who died were all soldiers of the Black Iron, the Japanese. Guess what will happen to them?
The Führer Division's counterattack began. The only question in their minds now is where did the second platoon go?
Is the second platoon missing?
But there is no time to think about this anymore.
The soldiers shouted and launched a counterattack against the Japanese army on the opposite side. One shot and one wave, like a tide, they swept towards the Japanese army.
The Japanese army, which had lost many troops in the attack battle, encountered such a fierce counterattack, and their confidence and morale began to be seriously shaken. The warships on the sea were unable to give them more help at this time...
The Japanese commander had to issue a temporary retreat order. But an accident happened at this time...
On the only way for the Japanese army to retreat, intensive gunshots suddenly rang out. The Japanese army, which was suddenly hit, fell into chaos again.
Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the Head of State's division rushed forward like a tsunami.
Countless soldiers were strangled together, and the Japanese cruiser "Big Bird" parked on the sea could only watch all this in a daze but could do nothing...
"Battal Commander, Battalion Commander!"
Second platoon leader Wang Yuanshan rushed towards Fang Zishan excitedly.
As soon as he saw his second platoon, Fang Zishan became furious and kicked him: "Wang Yuanshan, you are damn dead, where did you die!"
Wang Yuanshan avoided this kick and said with an aggrieved face: "Battal Commander, the Korean guide on our road ran away because of fear. As a result, we took a side road and inexplicably touched the back of the Japanese. We tried to go back, but the road was blocked by the Japanese.
.When I thought about it, you can definitely hold it anyway, so let’s just wait for the Japanese army to be defeated and cut off their retreat!"
Fang Zishan's eyes suddenly stared there.
This little bastard praised himself too much. He almost died among his brothers, and he still said that he could definitely hold on?
But this damn guy accidentally hit him and really blocked the Japanese army's retreat...
Thinking of this, he patted Wang Yuanshan on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, you did a good job, a good job. Damn it, when I die, you will be the battalion commander..."
As he spoke, he turned around, not daring to look at his subordinates again for fear that tears would flow out again.
I thought I would never see the second row again, but I didn’t expect that I would still be alive until now...
Wang Yuanshan was confused and grabbed Liang Dabao who was walking by in a hurry: "Dabao, what's wrong with the battalion commander?"
Liang Dabao replied with a smile: "Platoon Commander Wang, what a pity, you almost became the battalion commander..."
Wang Yuanshan scratched his head and didn't understand what was going on.
What happened to these people today? Why did I almost become the battalion commander...
...
"Report, the Japanese army is defeated, our army is pursuing, and the Japanese squadron leader Aihara Shoichi has been captured alive!"
Kurogie held up the telescope and looked at the front line for a long time, then put it down and said: "Bring it up."
When Aihara Shoichi appeared in front of Kurogane, Kurogane looked him up and down for a while: "Are you the main attacker among the brothers?"
"Yes!" Shoichi Aihara, who can speak a little Chinese, said loudly.
Kurogie cracked a smile, stretched out his hand, and a Japanese officer's command knife was handed into his hand.
Fang Zishan took this one from the Japanese army and gave it as a gift to his division commander.
Kurogane pulled out the knife with a bang and praised it repeatedly: "Good knife, good knife. It's a pity that I don't know where the owner of this knife's big head is now?"
Xiang Yuan was shocked when he saw the knife, but then he closed his mouth and remained silent.
Who was the original owner of this knife? It had nothing to do with Kurogane. He stroked the knife and asked, "You have killed many of my soldiers. They are all my soldiers. It is normal for people to die on the battlefield."
, but my soldiers cannot die in vain."
Aihara Masaichi could understand most of the words of the central police officer. Just when he wanted to speak, he suddenly saw a flash of cold light.
Aihara Shoichi screamed and fell down. His head was cut in half...
"Good sword, good sword." Kurogie put the sword back into its sheath and continued to praise: "It's so nice to chop off Japanese heads with a Japanese sword!"
Li Jiayu next to him smiled bitterly: "Master, in the future it would be better to keep more Japanese officers like this alive..."
Kurogie smiled, it didn't matter at all:
"Send a message to Hengshuai and the general headquarters. Our army has entered the brothers' territory. Japan has been defeated. Our army will continue to penetrate deep into North Korea, continue to advance, and recover all of North Korea!"
Recover North Korea? At least for Wang Hengyue, North Korea has always been Chinese land!