Early the next morning, Chi Chengfeng, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a huge explosion.
He stood up in a hurry and rushed behind the observation hole to take a look. It was not yet bright yet when the Japs started shelling. Moreover, the power of the shelling this time was obviously different from yesterday. It felt like the earth was shaking and the earth was shattering. His
The battalion headquarters has been reinforced with reinforced concrete, and it feels a little shaky.
When he raised the telescope again, he saw that the entire forward position of the 3rd company had turned into a sea of burning fire. A large number of explosion fragments and gravel and mud were flying in the sky. Although they were still far away, Chi Chengfeng could almost hear the shrapnel.
The shrill screams it made as it passed through the air created a terrifying scene of the end of the world.
Behind Chi Chengfeng, Liao Yaoting said solemnly: "The camp seat is the 105 mountain artillery group."
"You son of a bitch!" Liu Zhijian also scolded, "It's more powerful than yesterday's 92 Infantry Artillery."
Chi Chengfeng didn't say a word, but his hands holding the telescope suddenly trembled. Just now, a huge red light suddenly bloomed in front of the 3rd company's position, and the top of one of the bunkers was blown away in an instant.
A large number of broken bricks and concrete fragments are roaring in all directions.
The corners of Chi Chengfeng's mouth twitched, and he suddenly turned back to Liao Yaoting and said, "Get me the regimental headquarters!"
Liao Yaoting quickly picked up the phone and was about to shake the handle when he was held down by Chi Chengfeng: "Forget it."
Liao Yaoting silently put down the phone again. He knew that Chi Chengfeng was not sure at this moment. Chi Chengfeng had always fought under the command of the regiment, so he developed the habit of asking the regiment for instructions on everything. But last night,
But Tuan Zuo has already made it very clear. If you have something to decide, don’t bother him!
Chi Chengfeng thought for a moment and said, "Let the 1st company and the guard platoon assemble immediately."
The guard platoon and the 1st company directly under the Baoshan 2nd Battalion had just assembled in the underground tunnels and bunkers, and the Japanese artillery preparations had ended. By this time, the sky was getting brighter, but the gunpowder smoke shrouding the forward positions had not yet dissipated.
So it still looks like dark night, and the visibility is extremely poor!
Soon, the Japanese troops rushed out of the smoke, led by two light tanks!
Seeing the figure of the Japanese tank in the telescope, Chi Chengfeng's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly said to Liao Yaoting behind him: "Hurry up and send a signal to the forward position and remove the heavy machine guns from the bunker. Quickly..."
Before he finished speaking, the 37mm main guns of the two light tanks opened fire at the same time. The remaining bunker at the front of the 3rd company was instantly reduced to ruins. The two light and heavy machine guns that had just entered the bunker together with the first and second shooters were heroic.
The masonry and concrete structure of the fort wall can withstand bullets, but it cannot withstand the armor-piercing blasting shells of 37mm anti-aircraft artillery.
Chi Chengfeng shivered in pain, and hit the cold concrete wall hard with his fist.
In less than a moment, Japanese infantry armed with bayonets, under the cover of tanks, rushed to the forward position of the 3rd company.
Amid the smoke, more than fifty soldiers from the 3rd Company's forward positions jumped up from the trenches with bayonets in hand, and immediately began a brutal hand-to-hand stabbing attack.
Chi Chengfeng threw the binoculars to the ground, turned around and shouted: "Guard Platoon..."
"Battle seat, I'll go!" Battalion Deputy Liu Zhijian rushed out of the headquarters first, carrying a cannon and roaring to the guard platoon that had already assembled on standby, "If you are not afraid of death, follow me!"
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In the dead of night, Baoshan Youth League Headquarters.
War reporter Zhao Xinyi was working on a manuscript overnight under the dim light of an oil lamp. The title of the manuscript was "Warfield Diary: Day 2"
December 29, 2016: At 6 o'clock in the morning, the Japanese Army's Kunisaki Detachment mobilized a large number of heavy artillery to blast the position of the 2nd Battalion and 3rd Company of our regiment. Using tanks as the lead, they launched a fierce attack on our 3rd Company's position. The fierce battle continued until dusk.
All the defense lines were lost, and more than 150 officers and soldiers of the entire company from the company commander on down all died heroically for their country, and no one survived!
Major Liu Zhijian, deputy of the 2nd Battalion, led a guard platoon to fight back and died heroically for his country.
The death of Deputy Liu Ying and all the officers and soldiers of the 3rd company and the guard platoon was more important than Mount Tai, because they truly fulfilled the promise made by the Sichuan Army soldiers when they left Sichuan: If the Japanese pirates are not driven out, they will not return home alive! Deputy Liu Ying has already fought
The dead Sichuan soldiers will never return to Sichuan alive, but their heroic souls will always be with us!
It's late at night, so I'll stop writing here today. Later I will go to the cooking class to help cook.
In half an hour, our heroic Captain Yue will personally lead the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion to launch a night counterattack and fight to the death to recapture the lost position. I am just a weak female and cannot replace the heroic soldiers on the battlefield to fight the Japanese invaders, but
I can do what I can to never let our soldiers go to the battlefield hungry.
If you hadn't taken a closer look, you would have been hard-pressed to find that a large group of dark figures had gathered in the nearly two-meter-deep tunnel, at least a hundred and fifty people!
More than 150 officers and soldiers from the 1st Company of Baoshan 2nd Battalion have gathered here.
The cooks from the regimental cooking class, the confidential personnel from the communications class, and the two field reporters were busy adding hot white rice to the bowls in the hands of the officers and soldiers. Each officer and soldier was given two large pieces.
It's delicious and fatty pork, but what the officers and soldiers like to see most is the beautiful female captain and the female war correspondent.
Soon, white rice, dried rice and pork were distributed into the bowls of each officer and soldier.
Suddenly there was a sound of wolfing down under the starry sky. Seeing the officers and soldiers eating as if they were reincarnated as starving ghosts, Yue Weihan felt extremely painful in his heart. What a good soldier, what a brave and fearless soldier? Ming Ming
Knowing that this is probably the last meal in their lives, they are so calm and calm!
"Bang, bang." A soldier finished eating first, wiped his mouth and smashed his rice bowl on the ground.
Smashing a wine bowl or rice bowl has a special meaning, and this bowl is not smashed casually. Only the death squads are eligible to smash the bowl before going out. Smashing the guy who is eating means that the future life will not be good.
In other words, they did not plan to come back alive from this expedition.
This is a solemn and silent oath by the officers and soldiers, and it is definitely not a gimmick!
Someone started, and soon there was a continuous sound of shattering dishes under the starry sky. In less than a moment, every officer and soldier smashed his own rice bowl into pieces. The country was broken, the mountains and rivers were broken, and personal life and death were at stake.
What else is there to worry about? Although the wife, children, and mother are still at home, they can’t take care of that much. Who wants to be a soldier?
Accompanied by several regiment deputy and battalion commanders, Yue Weihan stepped on the debris on the ground and came to the front of the queue. He solemnly said: "Brothers, we will go out in five minutes. I don't want to and can't lie to you. This time
Going on an expedition is definitely a narrow escape, and many of us will die in battle and leave this world forever."
"You are heroes, and your names will be engraved on the monument of heroes and martyrs, and you will always be respected by future generations. However, as your commander, I don't want to see you leave this world with regrets, so if you have anything left to do,
If you have any wishes, you can put them forward now, and I will try my best to satisfy you."
"Gentlemen, don't say anything. We don't have any last wishes."
"My enemy, we've eaten our food and eaten our meat. Tuanzu, please take us on our way!"
"Master Tuan, you officers are not afraid of death. What do we soldiers have to be afraid of?"
"Tuanzu, brothers have had enough of this mortal life, and it's time to go to the underworld to find those dead brothers."
Yue Weihan saw the pain in his eyes but felt pain in his heart. Suddenly, two lines of hot tears burst out of his eyes. This time, Yue Weihan did not turn his face away, nor did he mean to hide it. Instead, he let the tears slide down his cheeks and allowed himself to be present.
Every officer and soldier saw him crying.
Every officer and soldier present was immediately shocked!
Including Cao Xinglong, Chi Chengfeng and other battalion commanders who were killed by the old 3rd Battalion, no one had ever seen their regiment members cry before tonight, and no one had ever thought that their regiment members would also shed tears.
!War reporter Zhao Xinyi quickly pressed the shutter of the camera in her hand. After the flash, the scene was frozen forever.
"Okay, brothers are all good. They are worthy of being soldiers of our Baoshan Regiment!" Yue Weihan sighed, "However, I still have to ask again, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"Team, if you really want to tell me, brothers really have a last wish."
Someone in the queue finally spoke. It was a young Sichuan soldier, probably eighteen or nineteen years old at most.
Yue Weihan said happily: "Say, as long as it is within my ability, I will definitely find a way to do it for you."
The young Sichuan soldier suddenly turned to look at war reporter Zhao Xinyi and said, "Brothers, I want to see reporter Zhao's breasts."
Zhao Xinyi's pretty face turned red, but another reporter, Zhou Bowen, said angrily: "This is too much. How can you make such an unreasonable request?"
Yue Weihan was also stunned. Such a request was unexpected for him.
But when he thought about it again, Yue Weihan felt extremely painful. How old were these soldiers? Their lives had just begun and were about to end hastily. There were so many beautiful things in life that they had not even had time to experience and enjoy.
But it’s about to end in a hurry, how can we not make people sigh with regret?
Is this request too much? No, it is definitely not too much!
In Yue Weihan's opinion, this requirement is not only not excessive, but also distressingly low.
But unfortunately, even with such a low request, Yue Weihan could not satisfy them, because he was not a woman! What the soldiers wanted to see was not his breasts.
Reporter Zhao seemed to be irritated by this unreasonable request and immediately looked away.
But soon, Reporter Zhao turned her face again. When she faced the entire company of officers and soldiers again, the red glow on her face had faded, replaced by a sacred maternal radiance. Then, under the gaze of more than 150 men
Under his gaze, Reporter Zhao unbuttoned his cotton-padded clothes little by little, and soon, a pair of snow-white breasts were fully revealed.
The more than 150 officers and soldiers at the scene were all stunned, as if... they were obsessed with watching again.
Yue Weihan's heart was also full of shock, but more of an admiration for this young woman!
"Salute!" Yue Weihan suddenly turned around, faced Reporter Zhao, faced the snow-white breast, and saluted suddenly.
More than 150 officers and soldiers in the company raised their guns in salute. At this moment, all the officers and soldiers looked at reporter Zhao. There was no trace of blasphemy in their eyes when they looked at the snow-white breast. They only had the same solemnity as Yue Weihan.
Respectfully, Reporter Zhao sacrificed her innocence to fulfill the last wishes of the officers and soldiers. She is an amazing woman.