"Zhan Datong..." Zhou Shiyu had to raise his voice again.

The fierce and continuous shelling of the Black Hawk Army has caused problems with the hearing of everyone in Yu Death, and even ordinary conversations have to yell at the top of their voices.

"Company Commander, the platoon leader died." The voice of the soldiers sitting in the last row came from the sky.

Zhou Shiyu clearly saw him shouting with his mouth open, but his voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"Sacrificed?" Zhou Shiyu closed his eyes in pain.

Yes, he remembered that when the battle reached the most intense point of the battle half an hour ago, the Black Hawk Army had already rushed to a position that was only 30 meters away from the position. Seeing that the only remaining MG42 heavy machine gun shooter in the platoon was swept by the heavy machine gun of the Black Hawk Empire Army, Zhan Datong resolutely rushed over and took the machine gun and fired nearly a hundred bullets in one breath to repel the Black Hawk Empire Army. However, he was also shot by the machine gun hiding behind the Black Hawk Empire Army. The Type 92 heavy machine gun almost punched a hole as big as a bowl in his chest seven or eight consecutive bullets.

Without even saying a word, the veteran who had been with him for at least three years fell to the position and was killed.

"The second platoon leader..." Zhou Shiyu closed his mouth as soon as he finished shouting.

The second platoon leader was also dead. Because of his accurate marksmanship, he killed seven or eight Black Hawks in a row and was targeted by the Black Hawks grenade troopers. Two grenades exploded beside him, blowing the thick man who was 1.8 meters tall to only 1.4 meters. The second platoon leader whose two calves and one arm were blown away were unwilling to drag down his brothers, so he picked up the army spear with his only hand and inserted it straight into his heart.

Zhou Shiyu stopped shouting, and tears flowed uncontrollably along the corners of his eyes that were closed.

How could he not be sad? Three of his four infantry platoon leaders had been killed in battle, and the only one was still lying in the innermost part of the tunnel and was seriously injured and unconscious. The sixteen brothers who followed him into the Death Company as deserters had already died in battle. Nearly 200 soldiers who had been fooled into the Death Company by him in various ways were now less than half of them could breathe, and only one quarter of them could move.

"Company Commander, no observation sentry is set. All the brothers are here, there is not even a place to hide in the position, and they are still asking their brothers to go up. They can only deliver vegetables to the cannons of the Black Hawk Empire." The cannon platoon leader came over and shouted in Zhou Shiyu's ear.

"Old Zhang, do you think, brothers, will you blame me? I blame me for taking them on this road of no return?" Zhou Shiyu looked back at the dozens of remaining soldiers of the Death Company, and his muscles twitched again on his face.

Without the observation post, he only had 56 subordinates, not enough 60 people.

"Company Commander, no one will blame you. The brothers all left heroically, without a single soft boy." The cannon platoon leader shook his head.

"But, but I, Zhou Shiyu, let all my brothers die for my own selfishness, and I feel so painful!" Zhou Shiyu closed his eyes in pain.

"No, company commander, let's not talk about our sixteen brothers. As deserter commanders, we did not shoot us, but made us guilty and meritorious. Now we finally don't have to wear the label of deserter anymore. Even those brothers who have been bandits and robbers will not blame you. Today, we all died here in battle. Our sons or grandsons will erect a monument here, which will say, "The Independent Regiment of the Second Division of the Kingdom Army will die for the country and die for the country! We are content with the guilty people who can have such a commendation after death. What's more, the regiment commander also said that every person who died in battle will have a subsidy of 200 silver coins, and we will make so much money for parents, wives and children at once. What else can we be dissatisfied with?" The platoon leader of the machine cannon showed a smile on his face and shouted at the remaining soldiers: "Are you, brothers?"

"Yes." The soldiers all responded with laughter.

It is a rare pleasure to see the always-harsh company commander crying.

"Haha, that's why I'm pretentious." He picked up his sleeves and wiped it a few times on his face, and Zhou Shiyu also laughed. "Since brothers are not afraid, then let's fight with the damn Black Hawk Empire people!"

"Lao Zhang, how many shells and explosive packs do we still have now?" Zhou Shiyu asked.

"There are more than a hundred shells, and more than half of the explosive packs have been thrown out, and there are still five or six."

"Then I'll beat them all out later, and there's no need to leave it anymore. It's almost dark. I guess the Black Hawk Empire's people are going to fight to the death. Whether they can stay until dark depends on this wave." Zhou Shiyu said resolutely.

"Yes." The cannon platoon leader agreed very simply.

If the Black Hawk Empire attacked him, I'm afraid the six small cannons in his hand would never have a chance to hit him again, and at this time he could only live.

"The company commander, the regiment commander called and asked us if we could still hold on. If we really couldn't hold on, he would use artillery fire to support us and let us retreat from the valley at night." The company's communications soldier hurriedly ran to report to Zhou Shiyu with a note.

Because of the distance, there was no telephone call on the ancient mountain, but one of the only two radio stations in the group was placed in the Death Company.

Throughout the afternoon, Liu Lang had sent more than ten telegrams to inquire about the situation in Gushan.

"Retreat! It's impossible. The Black Hawk Empire hates us to the core. How could they let go of the river valley? I'm afraid that we were made dumplings before we reached the bottom of the valley, but we still implicate the brothers who came to pick them up." Zhou Shiyu shook his head and said with a serious expression: "Call back the commander. All the officers and soldiers of the Death Company were determined to serve the country with death, but one person was there, and he would never let a Black Hawk Empire army step over the top of the ancient mountain. Also, please ask the Artillery Company to launch artillery support to the designated area at the most critical moment of my Death Company."

Anwupo Independent Regiment Command.

Liu Lang's eyes were wet when he held Zhou Shiyu's call back.

A lonely army faced two brigades of nearly 2,000 Blackhawk Empires siege for a whole day, with a casualty rate of up to 70%. If any kingdom army unit was replaced, it would have collapsed long ago, but the Death Company was still holding on.

Moreover, their request was only to let the artillery company shell the designated area at the most critical moment. It was hardly a request for support, but to yell with a walkie-talkie like the hero in a movie: "Fire at me, fire at me."

In fact, this is true. The cannons do not have eyes, and there is no laser guidance in this era. They can accurately accurately determine the accuracy of the cannon to a range of several meters. Almost all cannons rely on probability killing, and the error of dozens of meters is considered to be accurate. Although the designated area is 100 meters outside the position, it is almost no different from blowing oneself.

Even Zhao Ergou, who had always been confident, shook his head like a rattle after seeing Zhou Shiyu's call back. He didn't have the confidence to make every shell have eyes. If he sent the death toll to heaven because of a row of shells, he would live in the shadow of accidentally hurting his comrades in his life.

"This is an order. As long as I order the fire, your two Bofos mountain cannons and the ten mountain cannons will fire with all my strength." Liu Lang looked at the ancient mountain shrouded in the fire in the distance, his face as iron.

No one is willing to slaughter his comrades. Even if Liu Lang knew very well that when the communication soldiers of the Death Company knocked out a few characters to support the artillery fire, the number of officers and soldiers who could still survive on the Gushan position would definitely not exceed five fingers. But Liu Lang had to do this, because only in this way could he find enough burial objects for these officers and soldiers who died in battle.
Chapter completed!