However, no soldier from the independent regiment shouted this word.
"Okay, then I'll give you a fight." Geng Dashan stared at the veteran of the Jinsui Army who was definitely over thirty-five years old in front of him, with a flash of respect.
At the same time, there was also a flash of tears.
He had seen this kind of unyielding fighting spirit in his comrades. It was the fiercest time of Luo Wenyu's battle. A soldier who had been carrying a thirty kilogram shell box for a day was so tired that he could not even bend his back.
, but still insisted on moving.
In the end, he had no strength left and he put the shell box on his shoulder and crawled little by little from the position where the shells were stored 500 meters away to the cannon.
That was also one of the four soldiers from his third platoon who died in the battle of Luo Wenyu. However, he was not killed by the artillery fire from the Japanese invaders' crazy revenge, but died of exhaustion.
He just lay there silently in the trench where he had strictly ordered him to rest, and died silently. It was already early morning when he was discovered.
The cold wind from the north blew on that young face that was already pale and could only blow his eyelashes, but could no longer open his eyes.
When he went to move the last box of artillery shells, what he told Geng Dashan, the platoon leader, was exactly this: "I haven't finished beating the Japanese yet, and I can still move it."
He was hunched over and had no strength left, but his eyes were as firm and unyielding as the opponent in front of him.
However, Geng Dashan failed to win a medal for him who died silently, not only because he could not count the number of enemies he killed. It was also because he was neither a gunner nor a soldier, but only a strong man assigned to his artillery platoon. Because of the new recruit assessment
Because he failed to pass, he was not registered in the military. And the independent regiment had too many soldiers who needed rewards...
But in Geng Dashan's heart, he is the most unyielding warrior. His ashes have been firmly tied to his back since Geng Dashan started his own army.
He wanted to send him home, that Shaanxi Lengwa.
There is no pity, and there is no show-off duel. Since it is a battle, it is to kill the enemy as quickly as possible and save yourself.
The soldiers of the Independent Regiment gathered the veterans who still refused to surrender in a circle and roared in unison, and fired their guns brazenly. Even the veterans did not care about the nearly ten spears stabbing them, and stabbed Geng Dashan, who was closest to them, without hesitation.
However, he still failed. The two soldiers beside Geng Dashan stretched out their guns and blocked his wooden guns.
As for him, his chest and back were stabbed with wooden spears, and white lime powder even splashed out due to the violent stabbing.
It can be seen that these ten guns are powerful. As warriors, the soldiers of the independent regiment expressed their respect for the unyielding warriors by fighting with all their strength.
This unyielding veteran is someone worthy of their all-out fighting.
Warriors never need pity that represents contempt.
The veteran who stood motionless silently shed two lines of tears in his eyes, dropped the gun in his hand, squatted down suddenly, held his head in his hands and cried.
What he cried was not that he failed in the end, but that he tried his best but still couldn't save any face for his troops.
14 vs. 40, the independent team won this game with a completely crushing force.
Except for the howling cry of the veteran who chose to violate the rules and choose unyielding in the center of the field, the whole place was silent. There were tens of thousands of people in the two armies, and no one made a sound.
As soldiers, they all know what can make a man in his thirties and a tough man burst into tears in front of tens of thousands of people.
That's because of the honor of a warrior.
He just wanted to maintain the honor of his own warriors.
As an instructor of the 278th Regiment's new recruits in stabbing skills, Long Zhongwei, who has been in the army for eight years, can almost be regarded as the first person in the 278th Regiment's stabbing skills. However, he did not expect that he would die in exchange for death, and he was proud of his stabbing skills.
Even his skills could not allow him to recover the damage of even one enemy for himself and his comrades. The strength of his opponent made people almost despair.
Yes, the veteran's name is Long Zhongwei, not his military rank, even though this name has given him a lot of advantages. As a result, almost all officers and comrades now only call him his nickname "Old Long" and seem to have forgotten him.
's real name.
"Veteran, here, wipe it, the battle is over."
A handkerchief was handed to Long Zhongwei, who had never cried so sadly in his life.
"Wow, we are all dead. No, we lost."
Long Zhongwei, who suddenly woke up, suddenly realized that he was still in a competition arena. Not only were there tens of thousands of soldiers from both armies watching the battle, but there were also dignitaries such as the divisions, brigade, and regiments, whose necks he could break to look up at.
there.
Long Zhongwei, who picked up a handkerchief and wiped it on his face hurriedly, stood up in a hurry, looked at the silent surroundings with some anxiety with his red and swollen eyes, and made a military salute to Geng Dashan with some apology: "Sir,
we lose."
"No, veteran, you didn't lose." Geng Dashan returned a military salute seriously. "It was you who showed us how strong the Jinsui Army is. None of you are weak."
While Long Zhongwei was still a little dazed, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment standing around all gave him a military salute.
This is a tribute to his indomitable fighting spirit.
A soldier who still charges unyieldingly in a desperate situation is worthy of the military salute of all soldiers.
After a brief silence, the soldiers on both sides burst into deafening applause.
This is a contest ending where the loser does not lament and the winner does not cheer, because it is a unique military ritual among warriors.
"Brother Liu, I, Old Li, finally know how you defeated the Eighth Division." Old Li, who had been watching the field without saying a word, shook his head and sighed when thunderous applause sounded.
There was a touch more intimacy in his tone.
Not only the soldiers of the Independent Regiment on the field showed no arrogance in winning, but the grand military salute of the victor was enough to make people feel heartbroken.
An army with such a spirit is indeed terrifying.
"Sir Li, your subordinates are equally impressive. That soldier showed me the legendary "stubbornness" of the Jinsui Army. I think I should take back my words." Liu Lang shook his head and said seriously.
"Haha, brother! Don't be too busy taking it back. Wait until you and I finish comparing the next two games. Although your independent team has won two games in a row, it's not necessarily who will win the last two games!" Comrade Lao Li suddenly laughed.
laughed.
The last military salute of Geng Dashan's artillery platoon calmed down the tense atmosphere between the two armies caused by Liu Lang's words, but it aroused Comrade Li's arrogance. Not to mention the last artillery contest, he was still powerful.
He will definitely win. He doesn't mean to say that he has no chance of winning the next heavy march.
Shanxi is already mountainous, and Shanxi soldiers are famous throughout the country for their hard-working qualities. It is common to run in the mountains with full armor. This must also be a strength.
Besides, he can still choose people!
Lao Li was determined this time, but he still didn't believe it. The Independent Regiment was elite, but it couldn't train all the recruits into elites!
That's right, Comrade Lao Li simply didn't let Liu Tanfu pick someone this time, and directly took the initiative to show off his "thick skin".
With Liu Lang's somewhat pained expression, Comrade Li, who was completely relaxed, went straight to the independent regiment's recruit company.
In the astonished eyes of the cheap man, Lao Li pointed directly at the thin "Thirteen-year-old" and the withered and yellow-haired "Cai Noshin"... "You, you, you, and you, all follow
When I leave, it’s just you.”
Damn it, this...
Forget it when selecting a company of new recruits. Lao Li doesn't pick any strong guys like cheap men. He only picks recruits who are thin and slightly malnourished at first glance, even those who are no more than sixteen years old like Thirteen
Guys, Lao Li picked them out with a smile.
Liu Lang looked at Comrade Li who had relaxed his mind rather painfully, "It's not good for you to be like this!"
Of course, Liu Lang's pain in the balls was not because of the incompetence of his group of selected recruits, but more because of Comrade Li, who was completely "shameless" and quite proud of himself.
PS: I would like to dedicate this chapter to the veterans who have devoted their lives and youth for the peace and tranquility of the Republic. Veterans will not die, they will only wither.