Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 630 Do You Blame Me?
With a bandage wrapped around Cai Yongguan's head, he staggered in the tunnel to inspect the conditions of the soldiers.

Wei Donglai gained his approval, and likewise, he also gained Wei Donglai's trust.

In this bloody battle, two Sichuan Army officers who had no communication at all became life and death friends.

Wei Donglai entrusted the lives of all the people on the battlefield, including his own, to him.

It wasn't the first time that a lieutenant in command of nearly a hundred people felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

That's hundreds of lives.

Whether he lives or dies depends entirely on him.

Cai Yongguan knew that he still had 10 minutes, and once the 10 minutes passed, he would rush out of the tunnel with the rest of the people and continue to block the Japanese attack. . .

Yes, everyone, as early as in the previous offensive and defensive battle, there was no reserve team. All the living people on the high ground had to go to the front line, including the two part-time health workers as signal soldiers.

The medics are no longer important, because the hemostatic packs have already been used up, and if you don't hold your position, no matter whether you are alive or dead, you will be finished.

Cai Yongguan, who has won the highest command, just wants to know how many soldiers he still has who can shoot.

The tunnel is not long, only more than 40 meters. The soldiers did not speak. They leaned against the trench wall or closed their eyes to rest and seize the precious 10 minutes to recover their strength. They either drank water or ate canned Japanese beef to replenish their energy. .

Those were the best supplies that the former independent battalion in Kamikochi had given them. Wei Donglai originally wanted to keep them for everyone to celebrate at night, but now it seems that they won't be needed anymore, so it's better to eat them clean.

Bending down, Cai Yongguan walked past the last soldier.

There were 112 people in total, and Cai Yongguan felt a throbbing pain in his heart, it only took a long time!There are nearly 300 people in two infantry companies, is that what is left?
"Hammer, how many observation posts are left on the top of the mountain?" Cai Yongguan roared habitually.

If there are still 2 or 4 left according to the usual practice, then at least there can be a few more people.

However, no one agreed.

"You bastard, Hammerhead, you don't say anything." Cai Yongguan roared angrily and raised his voice.

The violent and continuous shelling by the Japanese army has caused hearing problems for everyone here, and even ordinary conversations have to be shouted.

"Company Commander, Platoon Leader Hammerhead is dead." The voice of the soldier sitting at the end of the row seemed to come from outside the sky.

Cai Yongguan clearly saw that he was shouting with his mouth open, but his voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan.

"What?"

"Dead!" The soldier's mouth clearly told Cai Yongguan the answer.

"Dead?" Cai Yongguan closed his eyes in pain.

Yes, he remembered that half an hour ago, when the battle was at its most intense, the Japanese army had already rushed to a position no more than 30 meters away from the position. Seeing that the only remaining Czech light machine gunner was shot by the Japanese heavy machine gun, he was shocked. For a long row of hammerheads, he resolutely rushed over to catch the machine gun and emptied three bullets in a row to repel the Japanese invaders, but he was also shot by the machine guns hidden behind the Japanese invaders. The Type 92 heavy machine gun shot seven consecutive times. Eight bullets almost punched a hole the size of a bowl in his chamber.

Without even saying a word, the tough man who followed him out of the cottage to join the army fell to the ground and died.

Damn, if you die and don't leave a word, how can I go back to the cottage!Every time he thinks of this, tears glisten in Cai Yongguan's eyes, but he can't keep them.

Bleeding but not tears is the standard for heroes in the rivers and lakes.

"Erhu." Cai Yongguan, who raised his head to hide his tears, subconsciously called another person.

As soon as he finished shouting, he closed his mouth.

Hu Erdan, nicknamed Erhu, also died. Hu Erdan, who had been the most accurate marksman in the cottage since he was a child, was not only the sharpshooter in his infantry company, but also counted in the entire regiment.

Because of his precise marksmanship, he was targeted by Japanese grenadiers after killing five Japanese soldiers. At least three grenadier groups attacked him. Six consecutive grenades exploded right next to him, knocking down the burly 1.7 meters tall man. The man was blown to only 1.4 meters, and the erhu, whose two legs and one arm were blown off, was still alive.

However, before Cai Yongguan rushed over, he only left a sentence, "Don't tell my mother that I committed suicide!", and took the bayonet with his only hand and inserted it directly into his heart.

It's not that he doesn't want to live, he just doesn't want to drag his brothers down and drag him off the battlefield, at least two people are needed.

Cai Yongguan didn't continue to shout.

He was bent over, but his head was kept high.

As a man of the rivers and lakes, as a soldier, Cai Yongguan did not want to expose his fragility.

However, the great sadness still caused tears to flow uncontrollably along the corners of the closed eyes.

Two incomparably vivid tear stains rushed out on the scorched and dusty face.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he has not yet reached the point of sadness!
How can he not be sad?Those names that he had shouted since he was a child, those names that he would never forget in his life, from now on, no one would agree to them again.

Except for him, all the eight young men who joined the army who followed him died in battle during the day, leaving no one left.

People are not so much afraid of cold death as they are afraid of loneliness! !

In the abyss of death, will anyone accompany you?Cai Yongguan didn't know.

What he knew was that on this battlefield, the brothers left without showing any loyalty, and he was the only one left.

"Mr. Cai, there is no observation post. All the brothers are here. There is not even a place to hide in the position. If you let the brothers go up, it can only deliver food to the little devil's cannon." His face was full of black ashes. Tudou leaned over and shouted in Cai Yongguan's ear.

"Tudou, tell me, will the brothers blame me and Company Commander Wei? In fact, if we hadn't called for a fight, we wouldn't have been stationed at the Jedi No. 3 Heights." Cai Yongguan, whose face was washed out with white marks, looked back However, the army of a hundred men had a twitching of the muscles on his face.

These were originally two fully supplemented infantry companies! There are more than 280 people, but now there are only a hundred people, plus the seriously wounded people placed in another tunnel, and only half of them can survive until now.

The huge battle loss ratio of 50.00% is a battle situation he has never encountered in the army for several years.

With such a battle loss ratio, as a commander, he can completely request support from the rear, and even retreat.

"Company Commander Cai, no one will blame you and Chief Wei. The brothers all walked very heroically, and none of them was soft." Tudou replied, shaking his head lightly.

"But, it was my decision to let all my brothers die. My heart hurts!" Cai Yongguan, a tough guy, could not help but reveal his fragility in front of this soldier whom he had scolded before. .

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of being alone.

Tough Guys are lonely now.

"No, sir, I don't know about others, but I haven't been afraid of death since I saw that veteran of the Independence Battalion stop breathing in front of me.

Chief Tang told us that we Chinese soldiers died for our country.Someday, our sons and grandsons will erect monuments in our memory on every land we fought.

I don’t have a guest, so I won’t have a son, but I still have brothers and sisters, and I will naturally have nephews and nieces. If they still remember me, they should set up a monument for their uncles and uncles, and it will say, National Revolutionary Army No.20 The place where 145 officers and soldiers of the 280th Division of the Third Army died for their country!
Martyrdom!How many people in this world can have this title?But we can, definitely can, because we have killed at least five hundred and two devils and hundreds of devils, with a battle loss ratio of one to five, who else can be stronger than us? "The young soldier's face was full of pride.

"Yes! Battalion Commander Tang also said that for everyone in the army who died in battle, he would fight for a pension of 50 oceans for everyone. If Shangfeng didn't give it, he would collect it when he returned to his hometown to demolish the house and sell the land. We in Sichuan Province People say, or don’t say it, and it will be done if you say it. What are we not satisfied with earning so much money for parents, wives and children at once?” A sergeant squad leader with his arms hanging came over and interjected.

At the end, he shouted at the remaining soldiers: "Isn't it, brothers?!"

"Yes!" The soldiers all responded loudly.

"Haha, yes, that's me being a bit hypocritical." Cai Yongguan also laughed as he picked up his sleeve and wiped his face randomly. "Since the brothers are not afraid, let's continue to fight the devils. Chief Tang asked us to wait until dark at least."

"By the way, Communications Corps, call the headquarters, can you send some more stretcher teams over, or at least transport the Company Commander Wei and a few other seriously injured ones over there! Company Commander Wei can't die here." Cai Yongguan said.

"No, the headquarters said that the Japanese not only blocked the mountain road with cannons, but also sent additional infantry into the mountain forest. The stretcher team couldn't get through. They had to wait until dark." The signal soldier shook his head painfully.

"It's going to be dark!" Cai Yongguan's eyes flickered with sadness.

He knew very well that the last hundred soldiers had run out of gas, and it was a miracle that they could survive two waves of attacks.

And the Japanese will never give them up to two hours.

(End of this chapter)