"A good brother was caught by the devil's sentry, tied to a wooden shelf and pushed to the trench, and the beasts cut him one by one, and my shot was fired with my eyes closed... In Luodian! Popcorns

"A good brother was caught by the devil's sentry, tied to a wooden shelf and pushed to the trench, and the beasts cut him one by one, and my shot was fired with my eyes closed...

In Luodian! Bursts of gunfire came one after another, fierce battles were fought day and night in the line of fire, and from time to time wounded soldiers would be carried down, and some wounded soldiers who were still gushing with blood looked like they were definitely not saved, but everyone still would not leave him behind, and even the corpse would be carried down.

The gun on the battlefield is the only thing you can rely on for your life. On the opposite side of a small ditch, two Japanese armored vehicles were parked on the edge of the position, and the flames on the hulls whistled under the scorching sun. On the wide ground, the shouts, screams and gunshots of both sides seemed far away, but in fact, it was about two hundred meters away.

Devil's Iron King Eight is very powerful, we can only take five or six grenades bundled together to blow up, first use a heavy machine gun to load the steel core bullet icon to break its iron wheel belt, but the Iron King Eight still shot there, must be blown up. Sometimes in order to blow up an Iron King Eight, hundreds of people have to die.

The hand-to-hand combat on the position reached a fever pitch, and soldiers from both sides tangled and fought and bitten. Rifles, bayonets, large knives, stones, fists, teeth... Everything around me and the organs on my body became weapons of killing. Wounded soldiers, unable to withdraw, voluntarily crawled into the corpse pile with grenades and landed mines. From time to time, someone pulled a grenade, and with a dull explosion, flesh and blood flew under the scorching sun... Heavy machine gun positions on both sides were firing at each other to suppress and block the lines of reinforcements on the other side, and the trajectory of machine gun fire could still be revealed under the scorching sun.

The Japanese are very good at fighting bayonets, but in fact, many of us die under machine guns in the bayonet fighting. On the edge of the position, the Japanese insidiously erected two machine guns, which were bitten by the Chinese soldiers as soon as they broke free of entanglement. Our bravest soldiers rushed out of the trenches and fell under the machine guns. When charging, it was the platoon leader and company commander who nodded their heads, and sometimes the regimental commander also charged, very brave, and I was temporarily appointed as a platoon leader because the platoon leader and company commander were all beaten up in a battle.

When fighting on the position, only the constant sound of seven or nine rifles will bring comfort to know that we are not alone in battle, but we often run out of bullets and have to use the weapons of the captured Japanese army. At this time, there were only three or eight big covers on the position, which made people feel that the brothers were all gone, only they were fighting alone, only the veterans with the strongest will to fight, the most experienced veterans could persist in such an environment.

There were too many things we hadn't seen, including the observation balloons used by the devil's artillerymen, and because of curiosity and ignorance, many soldiers died in vain. Later, when the battle got old, I saw nothing strange. I have brought such recruits, and when they were fighting with the devils with bayonets, they did not dare to stab the bayonets in people's bodies. Our soldiers were too kind, they were peasants who were forced to resist, so how to get them to kill the first person was often a headache for the company commander and platoon leader.

The hardest shot I've ever fired in my life was when a good brother was caught by a ghost sentry, tied to a wooden shelf and pushed to the front of the trench, and the beasts slashed my brother one by one, and my shot was closed with my eyes closed...

If you fall down during a scuffle and see your brother block bullets and bayonets for you, it is a feeling that is worse than death. When we clean up the battlefield, even the most cold-blooded veterans will shed tears when they collect the brothers who have died with the enemy with the explosives package, and they can't tell who it is, only two legs are left. If you see a devil's wounded soldier usually give him a bayonet, it's not that we're cruel, it's that the devil's soldiers will often pull out the grenades on their bodies and die with you. To survive on the battlefield, you can't tolerate a little compassion yourself...

Dressing up as a puppet army to scout in the devil's place, you may wear gangs every minute, sometimes a crazy devil will kill you for no reason at all, or when you see the devil's beast behavior, your own abnormal behavior will wear gang. In short, the people who can be competent are the old jianghu who are absolutely fast enough to react naturally and spontaneously...

No matter how much experience a veteran has, when it comes to fighting ambushes, especially very close ambushes, they will be scared. Lurking there waiting for the enemy to get close before firing, a missed blow is likely to be killed by the other side in turn, lurking itself is dangerous, it is not good to say that a sneeze can make the whole army destroyed...

I'd rather see the veterans crying and the veterans laugh. Veterans of hundreds of battles often cry and bargain before facing some deadly battles, and they will cry and mourn their faces when they are in a very dangerous situation. But it's okay, how to fight and how to fight... But if you see all the veterans smiling in a vicious battle, it is broken, which is the indifference that everyone shows when they can't see the chance to survive...

On the battlefield, no matter how childish and ridiculous the recruits are, they are worthy of respect. No one forced them, they voluntarily stepped forward at the time of the survival of the country... After every big win, the recruits always like to talk excitedly about how heroic we are. But this is what the veteran is most afraid of hearing, because what comes to his mind is a completely different picture, there are no heroes, only the wreckage of a place...

More than once, when we recaptured the towns and villages that had just been lost, we found that there was not a single living person in the entire area that had been occupied, and countless kangtou were blown up. At first, we thought it was a massacre committed by the devils, but later we learned that it was the whole village and town that the people and the devils were fighting. In those days, there were such bloody people everywhere from north to south, whether under the clouds of war or people who were already under the iron hooves, as long as they were the descendants of Yan Huang who loved this land, which one was not a warrior?