On the morning of September 28, Qilin Peak was directly under the Special Services Battalion Department of the First Corps.

"What? Retreat?!" Qi Heng looked at the contact officer in front of him, his face full of disbelief.

"Yes, Battalion Commander Qi," the liaison officer confirmed the order: "The Chief Office ordered the new 13th Division and the newly formed 15th Division of the Army that defended Qilin Peak and affiliated positions to draw a brigade, and the directly affiliated special agent battalion of the First Corps, and received the order and set out quickly to gather in the Wanjialing area on standby."

"We're leaving, what should we do on the Qilin Peak position?" Third Company Commander Xu Guanghui stood up and asked in anger: "Without our help, the Sichuan army could not defend the position at all! This is asking them to die!"

"Xu Guanghui!" Qi Heng's voice increased a little. Xu Guanghui knew that he had made up his words and shook his head and sat back.

"Soldiers are responsible for obeying orders! It is natural for the commanders to issue orders. Company Commander Xu, you can raise your opinions, but be careful!" Qi Heng scolded with some dissatisfaction.

"We obey the orders and make preparations now." Cheng Ge turned around and walked out of the battalion department and began to arrange the transfer.

The major liaison officer was originally blocked by Xu Guanghui and felt a little unhappy, but when he saw that the battalion commander Qi in front of him quickly scolded the rude company commander, his deputy battalion commander went straight to arrange the work. The major liaison officer still gave up the idea of ​​going back to sue.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cheng, are you leaving?" On the front line, the Captain and Staff of the Sichuan Army, Zhang Weitian, was shocked when he heard the news.

During the past two days of battle, the officers and soldiers of the Special Forces Battalion fought side by side with these Sichuan Army officers and soldiers, and had formed a deep friendship. If the Special Forces Battalion left, it would be difficult for the remaining Sichuan Army soldiers to defend their positions. Perhaps this separation would be a farewell forever. Cheng Ge felt guilty, so he went to find the commander of the Sichuan Army and the staff officer Zhang Weitian.

"Yes, we have to execute the above command." Cheng Ge nodded.

"I understand," Staff Officer Zhang seemed a little disappointed, but soon became energetic: "Deputy Cheng Ying, don't worry, leave. With us here, the position will not be lost! As long as there is a Sichuan man here, little Japanese will not come up!"

Cheng Ge did not speak, but just saluted a deep military salute to Staff Zhang and his Sichuan Army soldiers: "When the Japanese are beaten away, if there is still a chance, Battalion Commander Qi and I will invite you to drink!"

"If you want it, you want it!" Chief Secretary Zhang smiled: "Don't forget Deputy Chengying. My name is Zhang Weitian, and my courtesy name is Zhiqiu. He is from Xindu, Sichuan. He is a fellow villager of General Wang Mingzhang. After the war is over, you will have the opportunity to go to Sichuan and help me see my family!"

Cheng Ge focuses on the key points.

About half an hour later, the entire special agent battalion withdrew its position and began to move to the junction of the New Thirteenth Division and the New Thirteenth Division. Before leaving, Qi Heng ordered the Sichuan Army to leave five hundred grenades and some bullets, and thirty gas masks, which was the last little help to friendly forces.

...

At around 3:00 p.m., the Japanese army once again assembled troops to attack Qilin Peak. Unlike in the past, two tanks joined the offensive ranks this time.

Incendiary bombs, high-explosive bombs, poisonous gas bombs... Before the infantry attacked, the Japanese artillery replaced different ammunition and plowed every inch of the land in the Qilin Peak position again. Huge craters on the defending positions were stacked one by one, and burning corpses and guns could be seen everywhere.

The Japanese army not only had a huge firepower advantage, but also used poison gas bombs again. Unfortunately, the weather was not good, and there was only a slight breeze on the position, so even the black smoke from the explosion could not be blown, let alone the thick poison gas.

Many Sichuan soldiers used wet cloth to block their mouths and noses. Although they could protect them for a while, they still couldn't support them over time and fell softly on the position. Only machine gunners and some veterans with accurate marksmanship wore gas masks left by the secret service camp, but their firepower was just a drop in the bucket for the Japanese soldiers who were rushing like a tide.

"Boom! Boom!"

After loud bangs, the only machine gun fire points of the Sichuan Army were blown away by the Japanese grenade launchers one after another. A large number of Japanese soldiers rushed towards the Qilin Peak position under the cover of tanks.

The soldiers of the frontier positions had long lost their combat effectiveness under the damage of poison gas, and the Japanese army occupied the frontier positions without much effort. After the cruel Japanese army occupied the positions, they used bayonets to assassinate the soldiers who were poisoned but had not yet died. The blood stained the Japanese's sharp bayonets and dyed the charred land red.

On the second-line position, some moving soldiers were desperately throwing grenades at the Japanese army and making every effort to delay the Japanese attack. However, when the two tanks creaked to the front line, the Sichuan soldiers on the position understood that the position could not be saved.

Captain Chief Zhang Weitian took off the gas mask from his face, picked up a cigarette, hung two bundles of cluster grenades on himself, wrapped them tightly with the leg that originally fixed the injured left arm, and grabbed the fuse with his right hand.

"Little Stone! Help me light a cigarette, I'll take the lead."

When the young soldier named Xiao Shitou helped light the cigarette in his mouth, Zhang Weitian took a deep breath, climbed out of the trench, and rushed towards the Japanese tank without hesitation.

"Bang bang! Bang!"

With a few gunshots, Zhang Weitian was shot in the abdomen, between the ribs and legs, and fell to a place more than 20 meters away from the tank.

"Staff Officer Zhang, my name is Zhao Shitou, not Xiao Shitou!"

The young soldier named Xiao Shitou wiped his tears, put on the gas mask left by Zhang Weitian for himself, picked up the rifle that was not much shorter than he lay down, and rushed towards the Japanese army.

Soldiers with gas masks or mildly poisoned raised their swords and rushed out of the trench with rifles, launching their first and last counterattack against the Japanese army.

"Da da da da!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The machine guns on the tank sounded, and other Japanese soldiers also opened fire. Blood mist burst out from the charge of Sichuan soldiers, rolling to the ground one by one, and sacrificed heroically. The injured soldiers were even trying to crawl forward after being knocked down, holding grenades that had pulled the strings in their hands...

The Sichuan Army's counterattack ended, and the Japanese tanks stopped in place and stopped moving forward. Japanese soldiers crossed the positions one after another, gradually approaching the second-line position where gunshots were no longer heard.

The seriously injured staff officer Zhang Weitian lay in the pile of corpses. His wound could no longer feel the pain, and his strength was slowly disappearing from his body. When his vision gradually blurred and he saw several Japanese soldiers walking towards him, Zhang Weitian used all his last bit of strength to pull the fuse of the cluster grenade.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" After the Japanese army stepped onto the second-line position, several more explosions came, and then there was a dead silence.

The plaster flag was inserted into the top of the Qilin Peak.
Chapter completed!