There were a few more graves piled up with stones in the mountains, and more than thirty soldiers stood solemnly facing the graves.

They had watched their partners disappear under the piles of stones in front of them, and they seemed to see their destination.

There were planes from their hostile sides flying by in the sky, but they ignored them, because the plane did not come to them, and the plane had a more important goal - the artillery position of their hostiles.

Oh, by the way, the former enemy's position, because the enemy's artillery position was occupied by them last night.

For this, they suffered more than 200 casualties last night, and what made them even more sad and regretful was that their newly buried companions died during the day.

"Let's go." At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties said.

The group of people who were observing silently looked at the new grave and turned around and left.

At first they were still walking slowly, and some even looked back, but then the middle-aged man who was leading ran away, so everyone ran forward no longer.

If there are too many people dead, people will become numb.

This is naturally not the first time they buried these dead companions, but they also know that this burial will never be the last time.

I just don’t know when and when will those who dig graves and build twilight for others be buried by later generations.

Could this be the life of a soldier?

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", the last few explosions sounded on the high ground that once served as a Japanese artillery position, and then as the smoke column soared into the air, the two enemy planes finally went away and never looked back.

And then, a shout rang out again on the high ground.

The group of soldiers who ran over from the new grave rushed to the lower end of the high ground, and they saw the enemy's cannons being pushed down from the top of the cliff.

There are two or three tons of guns, but they can't stand the crowds on the mountain. So in the dull sound of the heavy objects falling, the weapon that once blew them into heavy casualties finally became deformed and left.

"That cannon wasted." The middle-aged man who had already run here and was watching said, it was Wang Laohu.

They seized four cannons last night, but unfortunately they couldn't transport them back. Now the Japanese planes are bombing again. How can they not destroy the cannon?

"The cannon is not in vain, Company Commander Du is in vain, I owe another life." At this time, someone answered, the man was very young because he was Shang Zhen.

...

After resisting several strong attacks from the Japanese army, although the 29th Army suffered heavy casualties, the front line between China and Japan at the Fengkou line finally stabilized.

And in the next ten days, Shang Zhen and the others finally got the opportunity to rest.

But others are willing to be idle, but Shang Zhen is never idle. So he returns to his old career. What old career? Of course, he is to increase his training for himself!

Having seen the cruelty of hand-to-hand combat, Shang Zhen didn't want to be killed by others like others, so he naturally had to practice hand-to-hand combat.

So, in the yard of the house where they lived, he thrust and started to thrust.

On this day, after the sprint training that Shang Zhen had ordered for himself, he habitually took out a booklet and started reading it.

This booklet was captured by him from the Japanese army, and it was stained with a little blood.

But Shang Zhen didn't care, he was just thinking about the Japanese army's bayonet skills.

There are three words in the booklet called "Gun Sword Technique". Now Shang Zhen has figured it out. Although those three words are quite high-end, they actually mean bayonets.

He looked carefully at the posture of the Japanese army on the booklet and couldn't help but pick up the gun.

He imagined the appearance of an opponent in front of him, holding the front guard of the rifle with his left hand, and holding the front and curved parts of the buttstock with his right hand. The tip of the bayonet was slightly flat to the eyebrows, and the bayonet pointed to his oblique front.

"I said, "Boss, your gun tip is a little tilted, right?" Qian Chuaner, who was watching Shang Zhen practice stinging the thorns, said.

In Qian Chuaner's opinion, if there is an enemy on the other side, the bayonet should of course face the enemy.

"It's not crooked, it should be like this. You see, a gun like this can protect your neck, chest and stomach.

If you want to attack, you can stab it with a swipe of the bayonet forward!" Shang Zhen replied while gesturing.

And he used his strength to gesture, and he also used several moves in succession, stabbing the left, stabbing the right, stabbing the left, stabbing the right, and deceiving the stab.

Although Shang Zhen is still looking at Shan Xi, these few strokes have also made a big splash!

"It looks quite majestic, I don't know if you are a slut." Wang Laomao said with a lip silence.

At this time, it was not just Qian Chuaner who saw Shang Zhen practicing bayonets, but they were all watching in the yard.

When Wang Laomao spoke, ordinary people would not respond. Wang Laomao had such a mighty style, but after all, there were still extraordinary people among their group!

And there are only two extraordinary ones, one is Shang Zhen and the other is a small dustpan.

Shang Zhen is now their heads, and he can have a direct conversation with Wang Laomao.

As for the little dustpan, this guy is so sharp that he also found that Wang Laomao likes him very much, so he doesn’t care what Wang Laomao thinks, sometimes he is not very polite to his “Uncle Wang”!

So, Xiao Wuji spoke again: "Uncle Wang, what you said is wrong. Then practice is better than not!"

Wang Laomao glared at the little dustbike but said nothing. At this time, Qin Chuan deliberately said with a stern face beside him: "You little play throw, how do you talk to your godfather?"

When Qin Chuan said this, everyone laughed.

Qin Chuan said this, which is also an allusion. Han Lian only saw them coming to know where they got two kilograms of wine.

It would be fine if you talk about others, but how could Wang Laomao, who was born with a beard, not like to drink? The Tianwang Laomao was so hot that he drank it.

As a human being, he doesn’t say he loses his composure or is perverted when he drinks. Anyway, Wang Laomao was a little different that day, so he suddenly thought about it and said to Xiao Wuji, “I can be your godfather!”

As for this, one is over forty years old, and the other is just about adults.

However, the little dustpan refused.

Wang Laomao is born with a beard, and Xiaoduji is also born with a beard. Anyone with a beard is cunning.

At that time, Wang Laomao used alcohol to say that he wanted to be his godfather for Xiaohuoji. Xiaohuoji had a pony for a while and then asked Wang Laomao, "Uncle Wang, do you have a daughter?"

When Xiao Wuji asked this, others naturally asked him, "Don't Old Wang has a daughter," said Kaha.

Although everyone was very clear in their hearts, Wang Laomao was forty years old but he had not yet married. According to Hou Kanshan, who had never seen anyone but died, he probably had already left the house. Wang Laomao really had a widow in love.

But when you have a good relationship, you just want to warm the bed but don’t care about having babies!

The little dustpan is waiting for someone to ask.

He then said, Uncle Wang, how boring you are for me to be my godfather. My father died early. Some people have to punish their husbands and wife, so I will punish their father specifically!

Otherwise, if you have a daughter, then I will call you a father-in-law! You see, if this is the case, our generations are not bad!

The statement of Xiao Zhuji was stunned by everyone present, and then they all laughed loudly with a "coaxing" sound. Some people said that this little Zhuji was still a little confused. Some godfather refused to recognize him, but he wanted to kill his godfather's daughter!

Everyone laughs, people in the Northeast laugh, and people in the Northwest laugh.

But at this moment, Chen Hanwen, who was a little pedantic and ignorant of the current affairs, asked Han Liancai, how was the mother and the mother?

Just Chen Hanwen's words made the scene quiet at that time. Does the mother and the mother still need to ask?

In the end, it was Han Lian who sighed and said, "I heard that on the night we set off, the mother and the two committed suicide on the beam of the house!"

For a moment, in the steaming room, even a needle fell on the ground could be heard!

What kind of fate do these two mothers and women have!

At that time, he said that he had reached the point, and no one needed to ask. Han Liancai said again that the soldier from their 29th Army was also dead when he raided the Japanese artillery position.

For a moment, everyone was speechless.

Otherwise, this person must have emotional intelligence. Chen Hanwen's question made the banquet that started with a lively end with an extremely depressing atmosphere!

Since the Japanese devils have come, there are so many miserable things.
Chapter completed!