Base System of Bashu Heroes

"Well! I'm fine, how are the brothers?" Yang Han, who was completely changed by the gunfire, made a sharp sound like metal friction in his throat, and his voice was unusually hoarse.

Huang Guohua looked back and saw that there were still people alive. The survivors seemed to be stunned by the shells and were stunned. "Batalion Commander, most of the brothers were killed under the gunfire. What should we do now?"

Yang Han resolutely shook his head helplessly, and then waved his hands resolutely: "Brothers, go out to Sichuan to fight against Japan and fulfill our Sichuan army's ideal of serving the country. Since ancient times, shrouding the body in horse leather has been the highest honor for soldiers, for the sake of the country and nation, and for the comrades who sacrificed their lives around them.

, we will not retreat while we are still alive.”

There was no passionate response, no excitement or anger. The living among the dead began to jump and crawl between the craters, trying to get as close to the front as possible to regain the lost inch of ground. Everyone watched numbly as a colleague jumped into a large crater.

The crater was hit once more by a small-caliber shell, and then everyone stopped moving forward.

Huang Guohua seemed to be calling from underground: "Go on! I've never seen anyone so unlucky!"

So the soldiers then approached the forefront of the crater.

Yang Han squirmed in the soil as if he had lost consciousness, like an earthworm with its head buried in the soil, and crawled to the forefront of the crater. When he looked up, he found that all his men had suddenly disappeared. He looked blankly at this piece of land that looked like the surface of the moon.

land, the moon struck by meteorites.

Huang Guohua was calling him: "Batalion Commander, what are you doing? Climbing further forward is the enemy's position. Do you want to surrender to the enemy in front of the formation? You are at the front."

Yang Han glanced at him. Huang Guohua was in a huge crater, his body completely submerged in it, lying on the slope packing his firearms. There was a bazooka rocket launcher beside him.

The funny or not funny expression on his face suddenly made him feel moved, life and death were calm, he laughed and cursed, so Yang Han also rolled sideways in. After entering, he couldn't help but notice such a big crater, and grabbed a handful of scorched earth

Think about it in your hands.

"Don't think about it, I don't know what kind of cannon exploded it, son of a bitch, it's such a big hole." Huang Guohua said.

"It should be a river warship. That thing has a big caliber."

While the two were talking, a flare went up. In front of the position, densely packed Japanese infantry advanced behind tanks, taking advantage of the cover of night to launch the sixth attack.

Huang Guohua picked up the rocket launcher next to him. "Batalion Commander, this is the only one that can be used. It has been damaged. Whether we can maintain the position depends on it. Cover me." After saying that, Huang Guohua and the two people carrying rocket launchers on their backs

The soldier jumped out of the crater and crawled towards the tank.

"Be careful!" Yang Han shouted at his back.

Huang Guohua, who was born in Brother Pao and once bullied the market and became a street fighter, turned around and smiled gratefully at him, while not forgetting to mutter: "The rocket launcher is a good thing, but the shooting distance is too close, so it has a fly in the ointment."

Yang Han didn't know what he was talking about and looked at him blankly.

The night covered the enemy, but also protected itself. After five tanks and armored vehicles exploded and burned violently, the figures of Huang Guohua and the two soldiers also disappeared in the yellow stream of the Japanese army.

Yang Han stuffed his fist in his mouth, trying not to make a sound. He knew that the soldiers also knew what happened.

Turning grief into strength, all the people in the position fired silently, loaded their weapons silently, and knocked down the Japanese soldiers silently. The Japanese soldiers also silently fought back and retreated silently.

The battle was fought like this. The soldiers on both sides of the enemy and ours simply advanced or retreated according to the instinct of their bodies, and each other was numb.

The Japanese's sixth attack was repelled, and there were few people left alive on the Sichuan army's position. Yang Han gathered the survivors and the wounded together. "Brothers, we can no longer hold on to the Japanese army's seventh attack.

You have proved the courage of Sichuan people with your lives, be ready for the last fight..."...

He couldn't speak any more, and put his head completely under the cover, sobbing for his comrades who he had been with day and night.

The soldiers were still silent and loaded their bayonets. Yang Han, who was sobbing, also checked his short rifle. Those who did not have bayonets placed machetes, Japanese swords, iron rods, wooden sticks and even stones next to their shooting positions. The soldiers were silent.

However, they bravely waited in the dying position. Come on, come on, you little devil. Everyone was furious in their hearts, but their brains were already blank.

The Japanese artillery fire stopped, and the two sides faced each other. The Sichuan soldiers did not know how much psychological shock their bravery had on the other side. They only saw a group of Japanese soldiers dragging out a corpse that was enough to make an entire squad out of a shell pit.

A small group of Japanese soldiers were burned to death by incendiary bombs fired at close range. The faces of the Japanese soldiers dragging the corpses were still strong. I don't know whether it was the commander's compulsion or the so-called samurai spirit. Behind their strong expressions, I could see that the attack had stalled and they hesitated.

, wilted, retreated.

The Japanese troops began to withdraw in the wind and snow, without turning around. Their guns were still pointed at the Sichuan army's position, and they retreated as slowly as they came.

Another illumination bomb rose up, illuminating the position like daylight. Under the pale illumination of the illumination bomb, Yang Han was stunned, and all the soldiers were stunned.

Outside the rifle range of the Sichuan Army position, a Japanese second lieutenant and several Japanese soldiers pushed the bloody Huang Guohua down in front of him. Two movable steel frames were tied to his body, and a table was moved over. The soldiers at the Sichuan Army position looked on blankly.

, a roll of cloth was thrown on the table and unfolded. It was chopped, sliced, sawed, picked... Everyone looked at the complete set of knives that might be used to cut cattle. No, no cow needs to be cut up so finely.

Yes, it can only be an instrument of torture.

The voice of Huang Guohua, who was tied to the steel frame, floated in the rain and mist. There was no anger, no passion, and none of the shouting he had in the past. It seemed as if he was stating a fact to the Japanese soldiers around him, with a sarcastic look on his face: "Grandson turtle."

You guys, just like the previous six times, you still can't be shot down this time. We use machine guns and rocket launchers, but you can't be shot down. We use rifles, and you can't be shot down. We use spears and machetes, but you can't be shot down. We use our teeth to bite you.

You can’t even beat me down.”

Huang Guohua's mouth was quickly gagged.

A soldier next to Yang Han pushed Yang Han down and said in horror: "...They are going to chop up the company commander under our noses."

Yang Han did not say a word, everyone was silent. The soldier pushed Yang Han down again. Yang Han shook his head violently. When he saw Huang Guohua being captured and pushed to the position, he did not raise his head.

Huang Guohua stood on the steel frame and faced the sky, looking in the direction of Sichuan. The rain fell on his face, and blood mixed with the rain dripped down. It seemed that the Japanese army did not intend to let him make a sound before executing him.

Everyone in the Sichuan Army position was trembling, crying, suppressing their anger and sadness.

The Japanese army had already struck Huang Guohua for the first time, and at the same time tore off the cloth from his mouth. This was to let everyone on the other side hear his screams. On the opposite side, he heard a curse word that was so familiar that he could even utter it in his dreams.

Came from the rain and fog.

"Son of a turtle! Little Japan! Japanese ancestors of yours!"

The second cut had already been cut, and the Japanese army was very satisfied with the second cut. By the time of the second cut, Huang Guohua's body had reached the limit of endurance, and he began to scream.

Yang Han at the battlefield covered his ears in pain.

"battalion commander!"

"Batalion Commander!" the soldiers called him sadly, and then looked at him together.

Yang Han still didn't raise his head, his eyes were red with blood, and he almost collapsed.

After the third and fourth blows, Huang Guohua could no longer make a sound and passed out.

"Ah - ah -" On the battlefield, Yang Han suddenly let out a heart-rending roar and rushed down the battlefield like a madman.

He could no longer watch anymore and could not bear the cruelty of the Japanese army. He would rather die and die together with Huang Guohua...

The lightly and seriously injured people also supported each other and followed behind him. They had forgotten their physical pain and only had hatred for little Japan in their hearts.

Ballistic trajectories were flying around Yang Han, and he paid no attention to it. The soldiers who were numb with grief were constantly hit and fell down behind him. At 100 meters, 80 meters, and 50 meters, in the wind and snow, soldiers wearing thin military uniforms fell while charging.

On the road, there were fewer and fewer people running, two meters, one meter, and finally, gray bodies and yellow military uniforms were entangled together.

The soldiers burned with anger were beyond human conception, like a group of enraged beasts. They stabbed with spears, used machetes, fought with their hands, and used stones to fight the Japanese army. A wounded man who lost both arms bit the Japanese army's throat with his teeth.

Get into a ball with him.

Yang Han had been shot twice while running, but he still persisted. His vision was blurred due to excessive blood loss. Inch by inch, he finally crawled to Huang Guohua.

Huang Guohua, who had woken up, smiled happily. "Battalion Commander, you are so generous. I am so happy to die with you."

Yang Han didn't say anything, but struggled to cut off the ropes around him and put him on the ground. The two of them hugged each other back to back. A Japanese soldier who rushed over was shot dead by Yang Han and fell under them.

Yang Han struggled to move his lips, and his voice was like a silk thread. "Brother, good job. I'm proud of you. You didn't embarrass the Sichuan people."

"That is, you can lose your life, but you must not lose the pride of Sichuan people. If you succeed, you will live, if you fail, you will die. If you fail, you will become a benevolent person. You will be worthy of the elders in your hometown..." Huang Guohua said with difficulty, calmly living and dying without losing his true character, but

His face was pale.

Yang Han struggled to smile. "You are just a bitch. You haven't gotten rid of your bad habits even in your thirties. You are a gangster by nature."

"Really?" Huang Guohua lowered his head noncommittally. "If this is really the case, I have to say sorry to the brothers." He smiled miserably.

Yang Han couldn't answer. There was no chance. Both of them knew that the two of them smiled at each other. The firelight of the explosion reflected their calm faces, reflecting their grief and compassion, as well as their faith and strength.

Yang Han and Huang Guohua, who came from different backgrounds, have their own personalities, but they share the same military will. Huang Guohua comes from Pao Ge and is a gangster and bully, but he is indeed a good person - so much so that those who survived that battle later in life,

I have always believed that the world is full of good people. Good people are other people who live peacefully with you in the world, no matter what kind of industry they come from.

ps: Damn! When I wrote it, my eye circles were hot, my heart was tumbling... I was completely suppressed.

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