Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 615 The Inheritance of Sacrifice!
But, maybe someone is still alive.

Because someone blew the whistle just now, there must be an observation post alive!

"San Pao, San Pao, where have you been hiding? Whether you are dead or alive, you should tell me!" Cai Yongguan, who was silently watching all this, suddenly roared loudly.

He called out the name of one of his squad leaders.

It was one of the hard-core youths that Cai Yongguan brought with him when he left the cottage, unwilling to be a green forest hero forever.

If he hadn't brought seven or eight men with seven or eight shotguns, he would have become a squad leader as soon as he came up and had enough starting point, he might not have become a lieutenant company commander in five years.

Wei Donglai sent three of his men to act as observation posts, and out of reason, Cai Yongguan had only one of his men.

And this person who went down the mountain with Cai Yongguan has a blasting skill. He used three hand grenades tied to a bamboo pole to blow up the opponent's strong fortress in the Sichuan Provincial War. It's been a long time, but no one remembers his real name.

Wei Donglai felt sorry for his soldier, and of course Cai Yongguan also felt sorry for him, he was a brother he had been with for more than [-] years since he was a child.

Sichuan Province hasn't lost a single one in several years of wars. It's good to be here. Before the battle started, one was lost first.

Who will let it go, who will not tremble at the tip of his heart?
No one answered.

With a full beard, Lieutenant Dao was not tall but strong like a door panel, and his face was full of despair.

But there is still hope in his eyes, after all, someone is blowing the whistle!Whoever blows the whistle must live.

"Company commander, company commander! The third artillery squad leader is here!" The shouts of his soldiers came from afar.

Three steps in parallel, Cai Yongguan ran over, and the joy that had just unfolded on his face instantly turned into pain.

Guan Sanpao is very wise. He did not hide in a simple anti-gun hole that could not withstand the power of the 105 howitzer. He hid in the crater formed by the shell and avoided the tragedy of being buried alive. According to probability, the shell fell into the same The chances of being in a crater are extremely small.

However, the Japanese artillery fire was too violent.

He is still hurt.

Guan Sanpao, lying in the crater, was spitting out blood. The large black blood clots on the front of his chest were clearly fragments of his internal organs, which had been shaken alive by the shells. army, but this common sense is still there.

Cai Yongguan knew that his old brother would not survive.

What made him even more distressed was that when the soldiers under him hugged his body, the iron whistle that was already covered in blood had slipped from his mouth. Presumably, it was he who blew the iron whistle with the last bit of strength just now. And now, he was powerless.

Guan Sanpao, with a sallow complexion, was clearly on his deathbed, and was desperately inhaling, trying to take another breath of fresh air, but that was obviously an extravagant wish for him who was losing the tension in his lungs.

Life is tenacious, but it is also very fragile.

"Sanpao, you go, I swear, I, Cai Dadao, my brother Quanlian, and I, Qinglongshan Dazhai, will take revenge for this!" Cai Yongguan knelt down suddenly, hissing and roaring.

The lieutenant company commander didn't use military salutes on the battlefield, he used the rituals of the rivers and lakes.

Because, he and his soldiers are not enough for this heinous hatred. Behind him is a stronghold of thousands of people, and hundreds of heroes will avenge their dead brothers. This is the rule of the world.

His brother, who was a soldier in life, should return to his roots when he dies.

I don't know if I heard it or not, the eyes of the half-opened veteran moved slightly, and before he could take a look at his brother, he spewed blood wildly and vomited his last breath.

Just like that, he died without a sound.

After he completed his task.

He didn't have a chance to show off his explosive skills, or shoot a single bullet at any of the enemy soldiers, he just survived the blazing fire, and then, before dying, blew the iron gun hanging on his chest. post.

Like the other three colleagues who didn't even have time to blow the iron whistle, they all completed their missions.

Use your life!

There is no heroism, only sorrow.

No one understands what kind of perseverance he used to puff up the last breath in his chest and blow the last whistle when he was already mortal, and no one knows why the veteran who died silently clenched his chest tightly at the last moment of his life.

Maybe it's because he's in pain?
No one knows!
Because the devil is coming up soon.

"San Pao, don't close your eyes for me, you are so good, you just stand here and let me watch, and see how I kill devils for you." Cai Yongguan, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were tearing, and he took a deep look at the same man. The brothers who have lived and died together for many years took a look, then stood up resolutely, turned around and rushed into the battle.

The sacrificed soldiers are heartbreaking, but the two infantry company commanders have not forgotten their responsibilities, and they still have to be responsible for more people who are still alive.

Both tearfully bid farewell to their brothers, not even having time to say their final goodbyes.

Someone rushed up and carried away the three remains that could be found.

According to the pre-war regulations, if the battle situation permits, the soldiers who died in battle will be buried directly in the trench on the right side of the tunnel behind the mountain.

There, it was dug deep and long early, and it was both a trench and a tomb during the war.

There is not enough space for the trenches in front of the mountain.

In the trench on the reverse slope, the person in charge of sorting out the remains of Guan Sanpao found that there was a yellowed black and white photo in the chest pocket of the dead veteran
A woman was holding a five or six-year-old child in her arms. The woman in the jacket looked extremely reserved, and even forced her smile, but the child smiled brightly, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

If Cai Yongguan, Guan Sanpao and others hadn't joined the army, those women who lived in the cottage relying on their husbands and brothers to "rob the rich" would never have set foot in the city.

This may be what Cai Yongguan and the brothers who followed him down the mountain wanted to change. They didn't think of any success, they just wanted their women and children to live in the sun.

In a country that has gone from troubled times to peace, green forests will eventually become a thing of the past. They try their best to change the fate of future generations.

Even if it takes your life!
It may be the first time for a woman and a child to enter the city, one is timid and timid, and the other is full of curiosity about the world outside the mountains, which is a place that is extremely strange to them.

But for the sake of my husband and father who are far away, let him know that everything is fine.

They tried their best to leave this photo.

The husband and father saw his wife and son, but his wife and son never saw him again.

No one can be carefree, but a soldier is still a soldier. No matter what your origin is, you can go to the battlefield with the order of the military, let alone this kind of national war.

Caring, after all, becomes an emotion that can only be expected by the living.

That's what the dead paid for their lives.

No other expectations, only hope that you can think of me occasionally.

In the original sad burial, there were no old brothers to say goodbye, and all the old brothers were on the battlefield.

Cai Yongguan, who is actively fighting, is very decisive. The most elite row under his command, he and all his old brothers and new brothers are on the front line.

Since the two devils want to fight, let's fight.

I don't want to preserve my strength, I will reveal my family background in one battle, take out the essence, and kill him until the sky is dark.

A typical green forest hero has the mentality of not wanting to die and never returning.

But, there are still people crying.

The young Sichuan army who was in charge of arranging the remains held the photo on the veteran's chest and wailed loudly, crying for this bandit veteran who always called himself a "turtle son" for recruits at every turn.

It's just that crying doesn't mean weakness.

At least, his body is no longer trembling like looking up at a goshawk hiding in the bushes like a quail that was hiding in the bushes during the ferocious shelling by the Japanese army. hands, extremely firm.

He was far from the only soldier infected by the sacrifice.

Tudou, who didn't ask himself if he would die, stayed on the front line. The blood on the rifle in his hand was still bloody, but the barrel was still scorching hot.

His marksmanship was terrible, but he fired more than 20 shots down without fear.

There were at least two bullet holes in his military cap, but he miraculously survived. Perhaps only he knew that the scorching heat sensed by his scalp made him only a few millimeters away from death.

But that never stopped him from bravely shooting at the enemy and shooting again.

His gun and the bullet box hanging around his waist were left to him by veterans of the Independence Battalion. His wish was to empty the bullets before he died.

The veteran didn't say anything, but the young soldier could feel his unwillingness.

Then he, fulfill this wish on his behalf!

This is inheritance, and it will not end because of sacrifice, but continue because of sacrifice.

One by one, generation after generation.

(End of this chapter)