{}The moon appears and the stars are hanging quietly in the night sky.*. In the distance, the skyline is loud, and shells are constantly roaring and cutting through the sky, and explosions are everywhere in the air. There are harsh whistles and shouts. At this moment, there seems to be only the two people fighting to the death.

"hidden!"

In the darkness, with the sound coming, dozens of figures hid into the ravines between the fields. After a minute, a sound of footsteps echoed in the air. In this dark shadow, you can occasionally see the bayonet reflecting the cold light of the cold moon, but more people rushed towards the rushing bare hands and fists.

After another two or three minutes, after the footsteps were gone, Xiao Keyuan poked out half of his head and observed it carefully. There seemed to be no movement around him, of course, except for the sound of gunfire that kept coming into his ears.

"Hurry up, in the direction where the gunfire came!"

Xiao Keyuan turned his head and whispered into the ravines. After a few seconds, he jumped out of the ravines and followed dozens of people behind him. They carefully observed the left and right, and then quickly ran towards the direction where the sound of gunfire came.

Stepping on the fragments of soil and steel, Xiao Keyuan kept turning his sights far away to find his "people". In this escape, for them, whether it is the Japanese army or the squadron, it is extremely dangerous for them. The former will regard them as deserters, and the latter will regard them as enemies.

Every time, as the "supreme commander", it is his responsibility to bring these people safely back to "home". Although this responsibility is not his will, as a responsible soldier, he must bring them, at least the "righteous people" who have helped the war to the CSKA positions safely.

Only in this way can we be worthy of them and the sacrifices they have made.

At this moment, at the end of my sight, the sky was completely red with fireworks that exploded, and the rumbling explosions kept coming into my ears. The dense gunshots kept coming from a distance, and walked forward for a few minutes. I could vaguely see the figures of the fight, and the gunshots became clearer.

"Let's go down!"

The moment he fell to the ground, hearing someone seemed to be talking behind him, Xiao Keyuan hurriedly shouted.

"Don't talk!"

After he calmed down completely behind him, he firmly raised his ears and listened to the clear and recognizable gunshots coming from the air.

There are various gunshots mixed in the sound of gunfire, and in the ears of laymen, they may not be able to hear anything; but for soldiers, gunfire is often a basic way to distinguish between enemies and us.

In the messy gunshots, there were sharp and crisp gunshots. It was definitely not a weapon used by the Jiangsu Army, but also dull gunshots. Listening to the incoherence of the gunshots, Xiao Keyuan knew that this was the gunshot of the 79 rifle he was familiar with. When he heard the gunshots of "da da, da da da;;;;;;;;" smiled on his face. It was the gunshots of the two-year light machine gun, and there was also a rapid and crisp gunshot. It was the two-year submachine gun, and it also;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

The familiar gunshots came to his ears, which made Xiao Keyuan's smile become stronger and stronger. The gunshots near him made him realize that he had finally returned to "home".

"Take off your coat quickly!"

Turning back and shouting at the back, Xiao Keyuan took off his Japanese uniform, then endured the cold air in the air, lay in the ravine, quietly waiting for the arrival of friendly troops. ~

It was another encounter; after one encounter, there were only five people left in a squad led by Yan Huacai. All the other brothers died in battle, and each of them died in a fight.

Yan Huacai's left shoulder was stabbed by a bayonet, and there were more than a dozen knife wounds and gunshot wounds on his body. He had just discovered that he was injured; the counter-charge of the Japanese infantry had reached the near position they were guarding. There was no time to bandage the wounds, and he and his only brother in his squad rushed out facing the enemy.

After advancing for a while, Yan Huacai endured the pain and shot the gun at the enemy. He could see clearly that the bullet he shot penetrated into the lower abdomen of the soldiers running towards him. The Japanese soldiers were unexpected and did not even carry weapons. After being shot, he ran forward four or five steps before he fell down with his stomach in his arms.

The Japanese army's storm formation was dense, and it all surged up like a bunch of peaks. Most of them had no weapons. People without weapons often lowered their heads and bowed their bodies. Obviously, they had received the strictest training. Once the person holding the gun was killed, the enemy closest to him bent down to pick up the gun. This scene made Yan Huacai realize that their enemies were exhausted.

The Japanese soldiers roared and launched counterattacks desperately. Although the machine gunners and submachine gunners kept pulling the trigger at them, they seemed to be ignoring death. The people kept charging in the rain of bullets. They leaned their bodies and faces tightly to the ground to avoid the oncoming bullets. They also looked for opportunities from time to time to rush into the enemy formation at a smaller price.

Finally, despite the heavy price, these Japanese people still succeeded. At the moment of receiving the enemy, the brothers who were originally lying on the ground or in the gullies and calmly fired among the fields, first threw a grenade, and then after the grenade exploded, they jumped out like bullets. They first rushed towards the enemy like a storm. After firing with submachine guns and light machine guns for a while, the two sides fell into hand-to-hand combat.

The Japanese army launched six charges in just three hours, and this time was more fierce and more absolute than the previous five, and it was a complete valiant charge. For Yan Huacai, this completely desperate counterattack was really the first time. The pressure generated by the storm-like counterattack was completely beyond his imagination. The warlike blood in his heart made him feel that fighting in this way was very pleasant and novel.

"This kind of play is very interesting."

He felt this way in his heart. He felt that this battlefield had taught him a lot of things, like this kind of charge and counter-charge. In the end, it was actually a consideration of will and determination. At this time, whoever could hold on to that breath would win, and he would suppress the pain of the knife wounds and gunshot wounds on his body. He also killed several rushing enemies with a submachine gun, which were enemies without weapons.

Finally, when the hand-to-hand combat ended, he felt his legs weak and his whole body disappeared in an instant, and then he collapsed weakly. The night of running, attacking, and hand-to-hand combat had already seriously overdrawn his physical strength. In addition, too much bleeding from the wound caused him to completely collapse after this hand-to-hand combat. Although he knew that he should persist, he still lay down weakly and lay on the grass. ~

The submachine gun was pressing against his body, and the hot submachine gun barrel was pressing on his arms. But at this time, although he was still awake, his face was pale and his breathing seemed weak. He moaned slowly, his mouth was very dry, and his lips kept tilting. He closed his eyes and lay on the ground. Around him, despite the heavy breathing, everyone was extremely tired. Before, he was completely supported by gritting his teeth with his last breath, but now, after repelling another counterattack from the Japanese army, the extremely tired soldiers could no longer support him, and they could not even lift their feet.

"I'm so tired, so tired..."

With his eyes open and looking at Xingxing, Li Wuben opened his mouth and gasped heavily. The first time he felt so tired. Even when he was carrying a labour for a while, he carried a hundred bags of millet in half a day, but he was not so tired. This kind of fatigue was like hollowing out all the energy of a person, apart from the violent beating heart and the breath that felt lung pain every time he panted, he even thought he was dead!

At this moment, the whistle sounded, and it was the whistle of the gathering. Compared with the previous whistle, even the whistle was no longer loud this time. Anyone could hear that even the whistle blower would be angry!

“*…”

Listening to the whistle, Yan Huacai wanted to curse his mother for the first time. He wanted to scold those officials. Can't everyone have a cigarette? Although he was cursing in his heart, as the squad leader, he could only choose to obey. The brothers could vent their dissatisfaction, and he could only hide the dissatisfaction in his heart and then persuade the brothers to obey the military order.

He wanted to get up, but he raised his hands that could hardly feel, and supported the ground with both hands. He pressed the hard ground with his waist and buttocks at the same time, gritted his teeth tightly, and supported his heavy body upwards. However, he was unable to do so. When he was just halfway up, he fell asleep again and was still lying on the ground.

“*…”

After gasping for a while, he touched the kettle hanging on his waist belt, hoping to get a sip of water; shake it hard, the kettle was so light that it was almost empty, and the kettle hit the barrel of the gun, making a hollow sound.

“No more water,”

He murmured, it seemed that there was no water before, didn’t he keep looking for water to drink?

He felt that he couldn't stand up at all, and he pressed his arms to the ground, leaned to the left and right sides. No one seemed to be able to stand up around him. Everyone seemed to have no strength to complain. If they had the strength to complain, I believe they would rather stand up and shout at the commander.

"I won't rush!"

But there was no movement around, the cannon stopped ringing, and the gunshots were sparse, with only a big breath of breath.

"If the Eastern people launch another counterattack, it would be terrible!"

This situation only made him feel uneasy and he instinctively looked in the other direction, for fear that the Japanese army would launch another counterattack, but there seemed to be no movement. In this waiting, he became more and more tired, his eyelids became heavier, and he fell asleep, so he had to cheer up and force his will to be vigilant in the distance.

After a while, a sudden sound of footsteps came over, causing him to wake up from the semi-misconcealed and half-vigilant state. The sound of running footsteps got closer and closer, and he instinctively got up, which was a force that surged from somewhere.

While squatting in the field, a group of black shadows appeared in front of his eyes with the gun.

Without any hesitation, he immediately pulled the trigger and the gunshot sounded!

The rapid and crisp gunfire broke the tranquility of this moment. The soldiers on the red taro stems, who were lying or lying in the fields, immediately rolled around, picked up their guns, and pulled the trigger in the distance. At this time, they had no strength to aim. Everything was instinct, the soldiers' instinct to survive on the battlefield.

The tracks of tracer bullets passed through dazzling ballistics in the night sky. Xiao Keyuan, who was hiding in a crater, did not expect that the people like him would cause such a big noise. His range was completely covered by gun bullets. Although this pressure was not as oppressive and shock as the Japanese warship artillery bombardment, in his opinion, this was by no means a good thing.

If someone rushed over and threw another grenade at this time, it would be all over. On the battlefield, no one would ask them who they were first; even if he was just thinking about killing the enemy.

Think of a solution, think of a solution...

Suddenly, the song they sang on the coast that day was the sing of Hunanese people! The Japanese definitely won’t sing; yes, yes, just sing that, just sing that

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Hehe! Workers! Hehe! Get more hard! Hehe! Shake hard! Hehe!..."

The sound of the trumpet!

The trumpet suddenly came from the air; although the trumpet singer seemed to have no strength, he only made Yan Huacai, who was half squatting on the ground, stunned. That accent... That's right; it was a Hunan accent, how could it come from there? Listening to the familiar trumpet sound, Li Wuben completely forgot that he was on the battlefield. When he was carrying a trumpet in the past, he had heard this trumpet and sang it. He almost didn't even think about it, and then shouted it out.

"Hehe! Go ahead! Oh, hehe! Hehe! Hehe! Which oar to roulette..."

The weak and inauspicious response in his ear made Xiao Keyuan breathe a sigh of relief; he became excited. It was a Hunan accent, and this was a friendly army, and it was clearly his brother!

"Where is it bulging, hi! Oh, hi! Oh, hi! Oh, hi!"

The boatman's horn burst out from Xiao Keyuan's voice again, this time he was roaring there completely; he roared with all his strength, and the loud horn sound was bursting out from his voice, and the hoarse howling echoed in the night sky.

"Oh, hehe! Hehe! Guys! Hey..."

When Song Yubo, who was anxiously waiting for reinforcements from the rear, heard someone closing the horns sparsely, his heart suddenly jumped. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He stood up. Although he couldn't sing, he had heard that only those who grew up by the Lishui River could sing. If he remembered correctly..., he stood up and looked into the distance with wide eyes.

Dozens of figures appeared in the distance, and slowly the dozens of figures approached.

"Who!"

Although the leader was yelling in Hunan dialect, Yan Huacai immediately became alert when he saw those people looking different in appearances under the moonlight.

"The 10th Regiment of the Fifth Mixed Brigade of the CSKA, the 1st Class of the Fourth Company and the Third Row of the Fifth Battalion - Xiao Keyuan, Wei Futong!"

In an instant, everyone was stunned. Almost unconsciously, the gun in Yan Huacai's hand drooped gently. He looked at the person getting closer and closer in surprise.

Impossible! Impossible! The brothers in the Fifth Battalion... are not right, maybe they are, there are still people living, and there are still people living!

"Fifth Battalion? Fifth Battalion? Are they really the brothers of the Fifth Battalion?"

Listening to the sound coming from over there, Song Yubo's voice was filled with eager expectation. He quickly climbed out of the crater and ran quickly towards the direction of the sound. When he approached, he finally saw the people divided into two groups, one group squatting on the ground and looking around blankly, while the other group stood there, also a little confused, with only two people standing there, their bodies were covered with blood and mud-stained military uniforms, as if reminding everyone of what they had encountered. They had heard from the radio and the words of the superiors that they were fighting in the artillery fire that could flatten the mountains. One shot could blow up a platoon, but they did not let them be subdued. They are the backbone of the Chinese and the role models of soldiers.

"The company commander is here!"

Originally curious, the soldiers who looked at the two surviving brothers of the Fifth Battalion excitedly made way for Song Yubo.

"Report to the commander, the 10th Regiment of the Fifth Mixed Brigade of the CSKA, the first-class corps of the fourth company, the third platoon of the Fifth Battalion - Xiao Keyuan, Wei Futong!"

When saluting the company commander in front of him, Xiao Keyuan saw a hint of suspicion in his eyes, so he took the initiative to explain.

"Police officer, we were stunned by the shells. When we woke up, we were;;;;;;;;;;

At this moment, Xiao Keyuan's face showed a look of shame. From their surprise, he knew that, perhaps, in everyone's eyes, the brothers of the Fifth Battalion had become loyal souls, and they all died for the country, and they were all;;;;;;

Just when he wanted to continue explaining, Song Yubo hurriedly interrupted him and then spoke directly.

"It will be not easy for you to hide from Japanese soldiers here in the past few days, and there is not even a hidden place!"

hero!

Everyone in the Fifth Battalion is a hero, and all China knows them, all China knows that the Fifth Brigade has a fifth battalion, and all knows that the 600 soldiers of the Fifth Battalion die together!

The two of them will not be captured, at least they cannot be known to the outside world! There are too many people here and too many words. What should be done is the affairs of the superiors, but for him, this matter must not be revealed.

"Sir!"

The chief's words made Xiao Keyuan stunned, and he was a little confused.

"Brothers, thank you for your hard work. After a while, the people from the Seventh Brigade came, I will have someone send you to the back. If the brigade commander knows, you will definitely be happy if you are still alive! When we attacked, the brigade commander specifically told me that if you catch the prisoners, you must find them... OK, no matter what, as long as you are still alive, it is a good thing! A great thing!"
Chapter completed!