In the valley between the two mountains, Dakui and his party were besieged.
The Japanese were still attacking endlessly. The mountain col was bare, with only a few rocks and depressions that could serve as bunkers. However, the bullets coming from above made it impossible for them to hide, and the number of casualties increased sharply.
"Hold on, brother, you'll be fine, just hold on!"
Dakui was bandaging the wound of a captain. Two bullets penetrated his stomach and lower abdomen. Blood had flowed all over the floor. The snow-white gauze had been wrapped in countless layers, but it would still be slowly penetrated by the blood.
The captain's face was pale, and the color on his lips had long since disappeared. Now he could not say a word and could only look up at the sky quietly. As time passed, his consciousness gradually became blurred and his pupils gradually dilated.
"The deputy commander...the company commander...he is dead." The soldier next to him reminded helplessly.
Dakui was startled and quickly checked the captain's breath with his hand. The result was self-evident. Hemorrhagic shock became the most deadly death.
"You son of a bitch, little Japan, I will make you an immortal!" The angry Dakui cursed fiercely, and the gauze on his hand rolled to the ground, and a trace of tears gradually slipped from his eyes.
This company commander was one of the soldiers who were killed back from Burma by the Laochuan Army, and he was also a fellow countryman that Dakui was very familiar with. Now he could only watch as he died little by little and there was nothing he could do.
"Deputy commander, can we...can we still rush out?"
"Where should we rush? I'm afraid I'm going to die here."
"This has to be done..."
The soldiers around were talking to each other, their eyes full of despair.
The radio has been unable to contact Ayi and the others, and four or five hours have passed since they were besieged. The bodies of their comrades are scattered all over the ground, and everyone is already exhausted.
Moreover, there is not much ammunition in the hands of the soldiers now. Everyone's mood has hit rock bottom. Isolated and helpless, they feel that their last hope is almost gone.
"Shut up, everyone! Have you forgotten the oath you swore to your fellow villagers before leaving Sichuan!?"
As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers present fell silent, and some of the thin-skinned ones even lowered their heads with red faces.
Dakui had a frosty look on his face, and glanced at everyone with his cold and decisive eyes: "We can't escape today, but with all the brothers accompanying us, the road to Huangquan is also lively. I, Zhang Xianyong, keep talking here with the word "death" on my head. Qi, with the heroic soul accompanying me, Sichuan Wazi must not be afraid of death!"
Before the Sichuan Army left Sichuan to fight against Japan, soldier Wang Jiantang was presented by his father Wang Zhecheng with a flag with a big and powerful word "death" written on it, encouraging his son to sacrifice his life for the country, bravely kill the enemy, and wrap his body in horse leather.
The left side of the flag reads: I don’t want you to be filial in my presence; I only want you to be loyal to the nation.
On the right is: The national crisis is at hand, and the Japanese invaders are ferocious. Every man has a share in the rise and fall of a country. I wanted to serve, but I was too old. Fortunately, I have a son, so I take the initiative to take care of him. Give a flag and carry it with you at all times. Wipe the blood when injured and wrap the body after death. Move forward bravely and don’t forget your duty!
Death flag! That is the belief of the Sichuan Army. It represents the great sentiments of many elders in Sichuan who send their sons to fight. It has also become the great spirit of Sichuan people who fight to the death and never admit defeat.
"Damn it, just die, don't be afraid of a hammer!" A soldier suddenly became worried, picked up his rifle and shouted resolutely.
"That's right! He lost a scar as big as a bowl on his head, but he is a good man again after eighteen years."
"Kill one to earn another, and give your dead brother a little more luck!"
These words seemed to stir up a thousand waves, and all the soldiers present let out bursts of shouts, with no trace of fear in their eyes.
The Engineer Corps is basically all from Sichuan, and it can even be said that most of the soldiers of the entire Third Division are from Sichuan, Hunan and other places.
Sichuan people are hard-working and rebellious. They always start out in obscurity when they start doing anything, but they only become vigorous and radiant at the critical moment.
They fought with their own brothers on their own territory and made fun of foreign workers. They were scolded as the worst army in China, a ragtag among ragtags, but they have always been top heroes in terms of national justice.
Seeing this situation, Da Kui laughed with satisfaction. He picked up the submachine gun on the ground and raised his arms and shouted: "Haha! We Sichuan children really don't have a rake. Give me a bayonet. Even if you die, you will die on the way to charge." If you want to tell those idiots on the other side, my engineering corps doesn’t have to admit defeat!”
"kill!!"
The deafening shouts of killing soared into the sky. Under the leadership of Dakui, the last fifty soldiers let out their last roar, vowing to fight the enemy to the death!
Ordinary people only know that an army cannot be formed without a river, but who knows that nine out of ten households have no sons?
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On the other side, Ayi raised his gun and aimed with one eye. There was a three-point line between the crosshair and the target, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang! Bang!"
Gunshots rang out, and a kid who was shooting let out a scream. He was shot twice in the shoulder and chest, and his body fell backwards due to the impact.
After killing the Japanese soldier, Ayi hid behind a tree to steady himself, and then continued to rush forward.
However, many Japanese soldiers in front suddenly stopped escaping and began to shoot without hesitation, which forced the chasing team to stop.
"Captain, the little Japanese army has withdrawn. Now we are leaving these life-hungry lunatics in the rear. We... oh my god!!"
Before the platoon leader finished speaking, two grenades were thrown in front of him, scaring the guy into jumping aside.
"Boom! Boom!"
The explosion at close range made people's eardrums hurt, and Ayi also noticed the changes in front. The group of little devils who stayed behind obviously had no intention of escaping. They all seemed to be desperate for their lives, and some were even tied up. The grenade was thrown directly at the engineer regiment, not caring about his own life.
The soldiers were also frightened by the desperate posture of Saburo. After all, it is difficult for ten people to stop one person fighting for his life. How many people are willing to exchange their lives for their lives?
Ayi saw something was wrong, so he ordered loudly: "Don't rush yet, call the surrounding squad members to come over and eat these dozens of little devils!"
He also knew that it was impossible to retain the Japanese army with just the few men he had. It was already good to be able to fight like this. What more bicycles were needed? And once your goal is achieved, there is no need to fight to the death with the other party.
Most of the Japs retreated into the mountains and forests, and the group of Japanese troops who were besieging Da Kui on the other side of the mountain also retreated.
But when Ayi and his people found them...the desolate look made people sad.
More than 180 people were beaten, and now only less than 20 are left. Everyone is covered in blood and dirty, and almost no one is without injuries.
Ayi walked quickly towards the center of the team, looking a little anxious as if he was looking for something: "Where is Dakui? Where is your deputy leader?"
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