Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 162
"Nenenliang, the Japanese are really ruthless."

Lei Xiong looked away from the battlefield.

"He even killed their soldiers in front of us, saving bullets for us!"

"Wakiban Jiro, suddenly became smart!" Tang Dao also sighed slightly while lying halfway behind the wall.

"This time, we can forcibly continue the backbone that we just broke with the lives of eight brothers."

In this battle, Tang Dao killed 8 Japanese soldiers. In the eyes of the Japanese and Chinese, it was like a powerful stroke from the gods, but only he knew that the outbreak just now exhausted all the strength of his body.

The fight never lasted more than a minute and a half, and the physical strength he expended was even more tiring than walking five kilometers across the mountain road in full armor.

Not only him, the moment he returned to the warehouse carrying the dead and seriously injured brothers, from Tang Dao to Lei Xiong to the soldiers who could walk back to the warehouse by themselves, all wanted to lie down immediately, no matter what was on the ground.

Physical exhaustion is second, and the most exhausting is undoubtedly the highly concentrated spirit that has been wandering on the edge of life and death.

The intense secretion of adrenaline can allow people to unleash their greatest strength during a fight, forget their fear, and even reduce their pain. But after the crisis, almost no one can resist the fatigue of weak hands and feet. .

In fact, when the front of the warehouse was fiercely fought, the battle on the two wings of the warehouse never stopped.Li Jiujin's three platoons and two infantry squads still have one infantry squad left for fire suppression, and only three platoons and one infantry squad can go down to the first floor to meet them.

Ten people carried eight dead bodies and two seriously wounded. The exhausted soldiers finally walked up to the second floor by themselves under the leadership of Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, and Leng Feng.

Then, he lay on the ground like a gourd.

But Tang Dao knew that if these soldiers who broke through their own limits had the chance to fight hand-to-hand with the same number of Japanese troops, their casualties would be reduced by another [-] percent.

This is progress and evolution.

The battlefield is an ecological environment that is somewhat crueler than nature. If you want to survive, you have to become stronger.

These soldiers did it.

It's just that the price of survival of the fittest was too heavy. Half of Leng Feng's platoon was directly removed, and with the casualties from the previous few days, his platoon turned into an infantry squad.

Tang Dao looked at Leng Feng who was sitting next to him with a cigarette in his mouth and was desperately wiping matches but his hands were shaking and hadn't touched the fire for a long time.

"Sir, it's meaningless if you say that. Since a row dares to fight, there is no coward who is afraid of death." Leng Feng, who was still trying to wipe the fire, paused slightly, lowered his head and replied in a muffled voice. "Besides, brothers trade one for three, kill more than 30 devils, no loss."

"Old Leng, Shitou looks great! I didn't embarrass you. Just..." Lei Xiong who was on the side saw Leng Feng's appearance, and he, who was always rough, couldn't help persuading him.

"En!" Leng Feng's shoulders trembled violently.

Lei Xiong moved his body over and put his arms around Leng Feng's shoulders: "Come on, give me a cigarette to relieve fatigue!"

Leng Feng lowered his head, took out the sweat-soaked cigarette case from his close pocket, and threw it directly to Lei Xiong, while he continued to strike the match that would never strike.

It wasn't that his hands were trembling, but that he was holding it backwards.

It wasn't until a long time later that Tang Dao knew who the stone Lei Xiong was talking about was.

It was the young soldier who died with the Japanese army and bit off half of the Japanese army's ear in the end.

That was Leng Feng's orderly, and also Leng Feng's only relative in this world.

Leng Feng is from the north, and his home is in Rehe.

In 1933, the Japanese army occupied Rehe. People with lofty ideals in Rehe organized a rebel army to fight against the Japanese army in the mountains. The Japanese army, furious and angry, had nothing to do with the rebel army and directly slaughtered more than a dozen villages that provided food for the rebel army.

Leng Feng's parents and all relatives died in that inhumane massacre. Only his 14 years old brother Leng Yan, who was an apprentice in Peiping, survived. When the younger brother received Jinling, Leng Feng originally thought that he could avenge his country and family while in the army, while the younger brother lived a good life.

The blood of the Leng family will not be cut off just like that.

It's a pity that the 14-year-old boy didn't listen to him. He secretly signed up to join the army without telling him when he just turned 17 years-old. Put the younger brother by his side so that he can take care of him.

In this day and age, brothers, relatives, and fellow villagers like to stay in a unit. This is not a rare thing in the army. Some infantry companies also have father and son soldiers, uncle and nephew soldiers, and this is basically the case with Lao Hei and his cousin. .

It's just that even Leng Feng didn't expect that his seemingly frail little brother who was usually protected by him would risk his life in this hand-to-hand fight, without giving him a chance to rescue him.

It can be seen how deeply the hatred of genocide was buried in the young man's heart.

At that time, Tang Dao finally knew why the dead young soldier had to bite off the ear of the dying Japanese soldier and tried to swallow it before he died.

That may be the obsession in the boy's heart since he learned that his home was gone!

And Lei Xiong knew about the relationship between Leng Feng and Shitou, so it goes without saying that he felt guilty when he learned that Shitou died in battle.

However, he also knew that this kind of pain cannot be comforted.

Leng Feng didn't light the cigarette in his mouth until the Japanese artillery fire started to rage again, and the smoke was swept away by the air waves from the window gap.

Grieving for the disappearance of the only elder brother, the leader of the platoon returns.

Although there are still soldiers who can obey his orders, there are very few soldiers.

But even if you want to continue mourning, you have to live first.

. . . . . .

Under the extremely cruel death order of Wakiban Jiro, the Japanese army's attack was no less resolute than before the hand-to-hand battle.

They even had the urge to fight hand-to-hand again. An unknown number of Japanese soldiers took off their military uniforms, only wearing white shirts, with cloth belts with red suns on their heads, and attacked the warehouse wave after wave.

From morning to afternoon, the fighting hardly stopped.

At the most dangerous time, the Japanese army even blasted the wall of the first floor, blasting three large holes that almost entered the tank, and at least one infantry squad rushed into the first floor.

However, the complex topography of the first floor, the dark environment and the inverted triangle fortifications in the corners became their insurmountable moats.

The building was like a monster that could devour everything. Once inside the warehouse, no living Japanese soldiers came out.

This made the front-line commanders of the Japanese army have serious self-doubt, and they dared not drive their subordinates to rush into the building. They still carried out the previous tactics and continued to blast the building. until completely exploded.

This is also the main reason why the warehouse can last until four o'clock in the afternoon.

Casualties in the warehouse also continued to increase. After more than five hours of non-stop fighting, seven soldiers died in the battle. There were no serious injuries, but anyone who could still climb was participating in the battle. died.

Because, the only two health workers in the warehouse participated in the battle with guns. They had already used up all the first aid kits, all the hemostatic medicines, and even the clean bandages. The water that was brought in, but even that, was bloody, muddy.

As for minor injuries, everyone in the warehouse was injured.

Even Tang Dao left a long bloodstain on his cheek, which was left by a shrapnel.

If he wasn't lucky, the piece of shrapnel that only scratched the skin could cut off half of his face.

In such a cruel battle, bullets, shrapnel, air waves and even small stones flying from the explosion can kill people. These things screaming and rushing in all directions don’t matter how strong you are. How skillful.

Those who survived depended on luck and courage.

If you don't have the courage to shoot tenaciously at the Japanese invaders in such a hellish killing field, the swarming Japanese invaders will tear them to pieces like a pack of hungry wolves.

130 people, so far, there are only a hundred people left.

(End of this chapter)