The sky was gray.
The land along Qiaotingzhai and Dunwu Temple is already a scorched earth.
The 804th Regiment's position was filled with thick smoke and fire, and the trenches were filled with wounded soldiers.
There are still corpses scattered in front of the position, including those from the Sichuan Army and those from the Neon Army. Broken limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere, and it is impossible to tell which side they belong to...
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gun smoke and blood.
Fortunately, it's autumn now, and it rained heavily all night yesterday, so there isn't much of a nauseating smell on the battlefield yet.
This is already October 15th.
The 804th Regiment of the Sichuan Army has been holding on to the recaptured position for two days and nights.
"Are there many people?"
In the trench, a charred-faced leader asked Peng Huancheng, the only surviving battalion commander.
"Less than a battalion..."
Peng Huancheng whispered, his voice almost inaudible.
"How many exactly?"
Asked the leader.
"243..."
Battalion Commander Peng said softly.
"Mom of the turtle son..."
Hearing this number, he took a deep breath to the leader and said nothing.
Ma Xiaoguang, who looked like a clay figure, and Fatty sat there back to back, saying nothing.
In the past two days, they have seen too many sacrifices and too many farewells...
The most important thing now is how to hold on and how to let more Sichuan Army brothers survive.
Ma Xiaoguang didn't want to see the situation in Baoshan where all the brothers died for the country.
But Qiaotingzhai and Dunwu Temple are more dangerous than Baoshan, because apart from simple trenches, there is no danger to defend here!
"I'm a bitch, please don't carry me down!"
Suddenly, there was a noise not far from the trench.
This is not allowed according to battlefield discipline.
Commander Xiang, Battalion Commander Peng and Ma Xiaoguang immediately stood up and walked towards the noisy crowd.
The fat man couldn't walk anymore and sat there motionless.
"what happened?"
asked the regiment leader towards the soldiers.
"You are not allowed to carry me down. Whoever carries me down, let's all clear ourselves together!"
On the stretcher was a veteran with broken legs, holding the stretcher in one hand and holding a grenade in the other!
"Old Tang! You turtle..."
Leader Xiang looked at the veteran and was speechless.
"Captain, my legs are gone, but I can still shoot. Just let me stay on the battlefield... I can shoot more accurately than those Qinggouzi dolls..."
The veteran, known as Old Tang, rushed to the regiment leader and begged.
There was a burst of crying on the battlefield.
The three officers looked at each other speechlessly, and all lowered their heads.
"Keep him..."
Leaving a few words to the group leader, he turned around and left.
Ma Xiaoguang didn't dare to say anything more and left - he was afraid that he would break his defense if he couldn't help it.
While he was talking, there was another "buzzing" sound in the sky, and the planes of the Neon Army Air Force were coming.
"Pay attention to air defense and take cover!"
Battalion Commander Peng loudly issued air defense orders to the brothers.
"Boom boom" "Boom"
A deafening explosion sounded again from the 804th Regiment's position.
After the aerial bombs, there was another wave of artillery shells.
The brothers of the Sichuan Army were hiding in trenches or bomb craters, but no one retreated.
An hour later, the explosions gradually died down.
"Attention, the Japs are charging again!"
Xiang leader said to the brothers.
As soon as the words fell, the sound of gun bolts "clicking" and "clicking" suddenly sounded on the battlefield.
The brothers emerged from the mud one after another...
Waiting for the Neon Army to enter the effective shooting range, he waved his hand to the regiment leader and ordered: "Hit!"
"Bang bang bang"
Suddenly, the sound of various firearms rang out on the battlefield.
The Neon Army's attack seemed to be unprecedentedly fierce. The soldiers holding rifles had ferocious facial expressions and charged towards the Sichuan Army's position without fear of death.
The person in front fell down, and the person behind stepped on the corpse of his companion and rushed upward...
After all, the Sichuan Army suffered too many casualties in the early stage, and the firepower density was no longer enough to cover the Neon Army's attack.
Gradually, the neon army is getting closer and closer.
"You little devil, you risk your life this time!"
Battalion Commander Peng said in a deep voice.
"Prepare to fight with bayonets!"
Leader Xiang gritted his teeth and said to the brothers.
As soon as he finished speaking, the neon army on the opposite side was already rushing to the position.
A group of Sichuan Army brothers led by Ma Xiaoguang, Fatty and squad leader Xiong Xianquan jumped up from the trench and rushed towards the Neon Army's line with machetes...
"kill!"
"Kill!"
Apart from the sounds of killing, there was also the sound of weapons clashing and bodies breaking apart.
Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty were already red-eyed. They held their big knives and ignored them, facing the neon man's bayonet and just killed him.
They no longer care whether they are injured or not. As long as their hands and feet are not broken after fighting so hard, they are no longer considered injured...
Three bayonets struck at once.
Ma Xiaoguang rolled on the spot, the sword flashed, blood spattered, and several Japanese soldiers dwarfed.
Squad leader Xiong and two brothers from the Sichuan Army took the opportunity to step forward and kill the Japs like melons and vegetables.
"Hey, Monitor Xiong, I insist on it!"
The fat man angrily praised the squad leader who was assisting him in boxing next to him.
Before Squad Leader Xiong had time to reply, he saw a strange roar and cheers from the neon army in the distance.
"What's wrong, sir, the Japanese are coming over from our wounded soldiers!"
Squad Leader Xiong said to Ma Xiaoguang, who had just stood up.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, a loud noise was heard. Two huge explosions sounded from the trenches of the Sichuan Army, and then two plumes of black smoke rose up.
The smoke dissipated, only to see that the place where the explosion had occurred was completely empty!
Neither the Sichuan Army nor the Neon Army soldiers were anywhere to be seen!
"Old Tang!"
Ma Xiaoguang reacted and finally couldn't help but break through the defense first.
——This is when Old Tang and the wounded soldiers fired grenades and died together with the Neon Army who rushed into the trenches!
"Damn it, chop these turtles to death!"
Ma Xiaoguang felt a rush of blood rush to his forehead, dragging his sword, he rushed toward the Neon Army soldiers not far away like a mad tiger.
Fatty, Squad Leader Xiong, and the remaining seven brothers also rushed over with bayonets in hand...
The Neon Army's attack was repelled again.
This is a miracle.
On the position, there were less than 200 people left in the 804th Regiment of the Sichuan Army.
But they managed to repulse another attack by the Neon Army.
If it happens once in a while, it's a miracle.
But it has happened countless times, and this is not a miracle, but a necessity.
why is that?
Because guarding here are the iron-blooded Sichuan Army!
Behind them are hundreds of millions of compatriots!
The sun sets again.
…
On October 17, the 804th Regiment of the Sichuan Army had held its position for four days.
There is less than one company left on the position!
"Brother Ma, Brother Yang, please retreat quickly..."
Leader Xiang said to Ma Xiaoguang and Ma Xiaoguang again. He didn't know how many times he had said this.
Ma Xiaoguang shook his head and said, "Brother Xiang, I can't evacuate now even if I want to. There are Japs everywhere."
Leader Xiang was stunned when he heard this, but couldn't find the right words to refute Ma Xiaoguang.
After thinking about it, he stopped arguing with Ma Xiaoguang and turned to order Peng Huancheng to gather all available weapons and ammunition and prepare for battle.
In the distance, the Neon Army launched another attack.
This time, Ma Xiaoguang saw many neon soldiers with white "bow scrolls" wrapped around their heads, holding bayonets and samurai swords, rushing towards the Sichuan army's position like they were dying...
This is the Neon Army’s decisive “Long Live Charge”!
The time has come for a showdown of life and death.
