October 16, 1937.

Everyone knows that this will be the last battle of the 802nd Regiment at the Zozaobang position.

There are 289 people left, including wounded soldiers.

A group of nearly a thousand people fought for only two days.

"That's almost it."

Prime Minister Lin looked up at the sky and repeated: "It's almost done."

The only remaining battalion commander, Wei Juchuan, stuffed another steamed bun into his mouth.

He knows what his end will be soon.

But even on the road to hell, you can't be a starving ghost, right?

"Brother Meng."

"Captain Lin!"

"It's almost done." Lin Xianghou repeated this sentence for the third time: "Let's go, let's go, don't forget what I said to you yesterday."

Meng Shaoyuan stood straight: "Commander Lin, brothers, I am incompetent, I will become a deserter."

"You are not a deserter, you are a witness." Lin Xianghou smiled: "The passing geese leave their voices, and the passing people leave their names. In the future, someone must know what our group of beggar soldiers have done here. You are that witness

By!"

Fiercely, he raised his voice: "Meng Shaoyuan, go tell everyone that our 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army was ordered to defend Zhongzaobang. Not an inch of our position was lost!"

"Not an inch of the Hezaobang position was lost!" Meng Shaoyuan replied loudly: "The 802nd Regiment, with its remaining soldiers, launched a counterattack to recapture the Chenjiahang position! Long live the Sichuan Army!"

Sichuan Army—Long live!

The clerk in the regiment was seriously injured. He called Meng Shaoyuan to his side with difficulty, and took out the notebook from his pocket:

"Take...bring back...remember us people..."

…

Japanese Ninth Division, Seventh Infantry Regiment.

Asahi Shiro has been holding a telescope and observing the Chinese position opposite.

Are the people stationed there the elite newly reinforced by the National Government?

Otherwise, why did we attack for two days in a row, and under the cover of aircraft, artillery and tanks, we failed to accomplish anything?

Not even an inch of the position could be taken.

Moreover, just yesterday, after the 35th Wing Wing fought hard to capture the Chenjiahang position, less than an hour later, the Chinese army was actually able to launch a counterattack and regain the position?

No, judging from the feedback from the front line, the opponent does not look like an elite force.

Dressed in rags, with little machine gun firepower, they were accustomed to engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

The Japanese army has always been very confident in their stabbing skills, but in the past two days, they have never won every hand-to-hand battle.

It can defend, attack, and counterattack. The Chinese deployed one... no, two divisions there?

Just now, the division commander, General Yoshika Ryosuke, personally called. On the phone, the division commander only said one sentence:

"Don't let the white jade be covered with dust."

Apart from this sentence, there is nothing else.

But these are already very serious words.

The Ninth Division and the Eighteenth Division are known as the "Twin Jewels of the Empire"!

"Your Excellency, Captain, you are ready!"

"let's start!"

…

At 7 a.m. on October 16, 1937, the Japanese army launched another attack on the Hazaobang position.

Miracles always happen unexpectedly.

At this time, in the Zaozaobang position, there were only 289 members of the Sichuan Army's 802nd Regiment remaining, insufficient ammunition, and very few grenades left.

But even under such a disadvantage, the 802 regiment fought from morning to afternoon and actually repelled 8 more Japanese charges!

A full 8 times!

If it happens once, it's called a miracle.

It happens again and again, what is that called?

That is the Great Wall of Steel built of flesh and blood!

The sun sets in the west.

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood.

The war is still going on...

…

Asahi Shiro's whole face was distorted because of his anger.

8 charges!

The 7th Regiment lost troops and generals, but the result was the same as any previous charge:

The position is still firmly in the hands of the Chinese!

"Bagaya road!"

Shiro Tosei almost roared there: "The position, before dark, I want to see the position! Otherwise, I can only commit suicide by disembowelment in front of the division commander! This will bring shame to the empire!"

…

It's evening.

It's not raining anymore.

Shanghai in the evening is so beautiful!

"Captain, the count is over. There are still twenty-eight people who can move. Fourteen of them really can't get up."

Wei Juchuan, who was missing an arm, walked over.

He stuck the big knife on the ground, and with his only remaining right hand, he took out a bun from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, so that his words were slurred:

"Get ready to hit the road, Captain."

"We're on our way." Lin Xianghou smiled.

On the opposite side, the Japanese army has completed preparations for the attack.

This will be the last battle of the 802nd Regiment on the Zozaobang position!

The 802nd Regiment is worthy of heaven, earth, and this country!

"Sichuan Army 20th Army 401st Brigade 802nd Regiment, line up!"

Following the order of Prime Minister Lin, all the brothers who could stand stood up.

Fourteen seriously injured people gathered together and tied together the last four grenades on the position.

Prime Minister Lin saluted the seriously wounded with a military salute: "Brothers, let's go first!"

"Commander, let's go!" said a wounded man who was blind and had broken legs: "Go down and find a good place for me."

"Don't worry, it must be a geomantic treasure land. I will take you to reincarnate together and kill Xiao Dongyang!"

Prime Minister Lin saw that the Japanese army was slowly advancing here.

He picked up the big knife: "Brothers, let's hit the road!"

Wei Juchuan swallowed the bun in his mouth and pulled out the big knife on the ground:

"Brothers, we're on our way!"

…

Coming up!

Xiao Dongyang is here!

"Brothers, kill the enemy!"

The first one to rush out of the position was Lin Xianghou!

On the battlefield, the roar shook the sky!

Even though there were only twenty-eight people, the roar was still loud!

"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"

The fourteen wounded men burst out roaring for their brothers at the same time!
To be continued...