My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 237 Pao Ze Departs
"Old Xing! We're going up, and the second battalion will stay here to block those mouse holes."

Meng Fanle took out a magazine from his waist and quickly loaded it on the M1 carbine. The Japanese in front ran to the top of the mountain in a panic, leaving only a few remnants of soldiers still fighting desperately.

The reverse slope has basically been taken down, but those little devils come out of the corridors from time to time, annoying like gophers.The tunnel must be blocked, otherwise they, the group of people who took the back road, are likely to be backed by the little devils.

"Don't worry, leave this to me!" Xing Fuquan replied seriously, then turned around and led the soldiers of the Second Battalion to continue to clear the reverse slope.

Meng Fan nodded, and immediately told his soldiers: "Attention everyone! The first company is in the center, the second and third companies protect the flanks, and the fourth company pays attention to long-range support. Take the top of Nantianmen Mountain for me!"

"kill!"

"Come on!"

The imposing first battalion rushed towards the top of the mountain, and some little devils hid in the trenches along the way to block them. Although the little devils had a very tenacious fighting spirit, they were not enough for the first battalion with strong firepower and skilled tactics.

The soldiers used the three-three tactics to the extreme, and continued to move forward with the support of mortars from the rear. How could these more than 100 remnants of the Japanese army stop the wolf-like Sichuan Army.

The little devil had no choice but to be annoyed by Meng and they kept pushing back, and they had already retreated to the shooting range of the tree fort.

"Bang bang bang bang...!"

At this time... the direction of the tree castle suddenly opened fire, and unreasonable bullets shot out from those unreasonable shooting ports, and directly swept away the group of Japanese who were fighting and retreating. The mouse that drills the bellows receives air from both ends.

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"The brothers on the second floor continued to cover the reverse slope, and the people below carried all the dead ones to the back...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Long Wenwen, who was slumped in the tree fort, bared his teeth and growled, as Bu La was bandaging his injured left ear.

"Don't move, if you move indiscriminately, your eyes will be entangled." Bu Lai said angrily.

"This bastard bitch has a lot of life, and the bullets have to go around, but it's a pity that the bean cake..."

Yao Ma shook his head and heaved a sigh, he turned his head to look at the bean cake lying beside him, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

Dou Bing's right arm was completely blown to pieces, and even his chest was charred black, his face was covered with bloodstains, and his entire upper body looked as if he had been rolled in a pile of coals.

Mi Long squatted beside him and stared blankly at him, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.The dynamite package that the devil had just thrown in exploded right in front of their machine guns, and this kid pushed himself down before it exploded, but he was forced to take all the impact.

The blood on the broken arm has been stopped for him as much as possible, but everyone can only do this.Black and red blood continued to overflow from Douban's mouth, obviously his internal organs had been shattered.

Everyone understood that with such a serious injury...death...it was only a matter of time.

"Little thing, can you hear me? You still have something Mozi wants to tell me." Bu La also came over to gather around Douban, and shouted at him solemnly.

"Uh... Guke..."

Douban's eyes were dilated, and his body was still twitching slightly. The pain made him unable to speak, and he could only whimper in pain.

Long Wenwen covered his ears and walked over, patted Milong on the back and handed over a toothpaste-like object, and said with some embarrassment: "Give him a shot of morphine, and he will feel less pain when he leaves." bitter."

Mi Long took the morphine silently, he knew that Dou Bing was dying, and there was no way to save this dying life.

With the injection of a large dose of medicine, Dou Cake, which was in agony, gradually calmed down, and the excruciating pain disappeared miraculously.

"Mi... Milong brother..."

After a while, Doubing regained a little bit of consciousness, raised his hand slightly, and called out softly as if returning to the light.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Mi Long quickly grabbed his hand.

"You... save... my life, and I... your life, we... even, even..."

"That's right! It's even, we're even, let's not talk, just lie down." Mi Long wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, this silly boy still remembered the last time he was shot for him.

"Must matter, brother...After the war...Can you go back to Baoding for me...Take a word with my parents..."

Douban struggled to show that simple and honest smile, and his intermittent words deeply pierced the hearts of everyone present.

"What are you talking about?" Milong asked in a crying voice.

"Take a word...Take a word..."

Dou Bing kept repeating these words, but his voice became weaker and weaker, his pupils slowly expanded, and his grip on Milong slowly loosened.

"Bean Cake? Bean Cake!!" Milong shouted loudly, but Bean Cake didn't respond.

This character is a bit timid, and the little warrior who always follows Milong and listens to him just leaves.

For a moment, Milong thought of fighting with Douban in the shelter, thinking of making him play dead at the door of the old scholar's house, thinking of yelling at him every time he ran out of bullets...

He couldn't bear it anymore, and threw himself on Dou Bing's body and wept loudly, Dou Da's tears rolling down.

"Go home, go home!"

Long Wenwen raised his palm and hung it on Doubing's head, muttering in his mouth: "The soul is back! Go to the king's constant work, why is it better? The soul is back..."

His nose felt sore, he couldn't bear to look at Dou Bing's face, he turned his head away and let the tears well in his eyes.

"Go with peace of mind. In your next life... cast yourself in a good family." Dong Dao said sadly, knelt down and wiped Dou Bing's lifeless eyes, took off his coat and gently covered his head.

This scene made everyone cry. Douban, who has a simple and honest personality, usually responds with a cheerful smirk no matter how "bullying" his comrades in arms are. He is such a firm and stubborn little guy, but he will never be seen again. Hanhan smiled.

"Deputy commander!" The soldier watching from the shooting hole on the second floor excitedly shouted at Long Wenwen: "Our brother is coming up!"

Long Wenwen agreed, sighed softly and said to Milong and the others: "Let's carry him to the back first, we still have work to do."

Not long after, Meng Fanle led the vanguard to the tree fort, but the shocking scene inside made the soldiers of the first battalion tremble.

The original commando team of more than 100 people now has only about [-] left, basically everyone is injured, and there are still a few seriously wounded lying on the ground covered in blood and wrapped like mummies.

"Die, die! You..." Meng Fan was about to say something, but when he saw their dark faces and blood stains, he couldn't open his mouth when the words came to his lips.

"Don't know me yet? Hurry up and bring some guns over here, the little devil's fire stick is uncomfortable to use." Long Wenwen said carelessly with his hips akimbo.

"I said, if you can rest here, leave it to us later, you..."

"Stop the fucking bullshit!"

Long Wenwen took a submachine gun and pulled the bolt with a "crash", and roared murderously with his head held high: "I still have to settle accounts with Takeuchi!"

(End of this chapter)