Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 440

Chapter 440: The Sorrow of the Giant Wave

Although the Japanese army was full of confidence, they still did not blindly launch an infantry charge immediately.

They still used all the firepower they could to suppress the infantry before they charged.

The bullet chains swept out by 24 heavy machine guns hit the fresh soil dug out of the trench more than 1,000 meters wide on the other side of the river. There was no smoke and dust, but soil spattered.

At least thirty grenade launchers were assembled and fired four consecutive rounds. Hundreds of grenades exploded the quiet Chinese position into a mess visible to the naked eye.

Even for all the Japanese infantry who were crawling only more than 100 meters away from the Chinese position, they could clearly see the human remains blown up by grenades that happened to fall into the trenches.

“Squad leader, my leg, my leg is gone, help me find my leg.” In the trench, a Chinese soldier pressed his leg that had been completely broken, revealing a hideous wound, and screamed in panic.

Even though they are ready to face death, when the trauma comes, the soldiers' emotions still collapse at that moment.

The body is affected by their parents. Almost no one can see their limbs missing like that. They are soldiers, but they are also ordinary people.

"Aniu, don't move, don't move, the big guys are looking for you." The veteran on the side took off his clothes and knelt in the trench with sweat profusely. Looking at the wound on the broken leg, he quickly wrapped the belt around his thigh.

There are flesh, blood and white bones exposed there, and there are also white strips, which are the tendons of the human body and what will be called ligaments in the future.

The veteran has experienced countless battlefields, so naturally he was not frightened by the horrific wounds, but he knew very well that if he did not wrap the wound tightly and use a belt to strangle the femoral artery, his soldiers would die without waiting for the wound to become infected. Massive blood loss.

"I want my legs. I can't live without legs! How can I farm without legs? My father and mother are still waiting for me to go back and provide for them in their old age!" The soldier burst into tears, like a child who had been greatly wronged.

Looking up at the sky, the injured soldier's eyes were full of despair.

"A Niu, don't panic. The brothers will take care of your father and mother. I and the brothers will also take care of your land." The veteran felt miserable and comforted his soldiers who had collapsed emotionally.

He knew that what his brother was really afraid of was not losing his legs and becoming a cripple, or even death, but that his parents had no one to support them.

A Niu is an only son with two younger sisters. He joined the army not out of hatred for the country and family, but simply because he wanted to make more money to support his family.

He joined the army for three years. Because he was young, strong and willing to endure hardships, he was transferred from the ordinary infantry unit to the division headquarters guard camp. A few months ago, he asked someone to bring a letter to his parents back home, saying that he had been promoted and could get an extra dollar a month. Xian Dayang asked his parents not to treat him badly, and he also pulled some floral cloth for his two younger sisters to make floral cotton-padded jackets during the Chinese New Year.

However, with the advent of war, all the dreams of this ordinary soldier were shattered. Even if he survives, his most simple wish of farming to support his parents in their old age will not come true as he is missing a leg.

"Really? Squad leader, don't lie to me." A glimmer of hope flashed in the soldier's desperate eyes.

"I swear to God, if I, Mr. Feng Dashi, can live, your parents, Zeng Aniu, will be my parents, Mr. Feng Dashi. Not only you, but also the parents of all the brothers in the class. If you violate this oath, God will punish you." "Five thunder booms." The voice of the sergeant squad leader who hugged his soldiers tightly even drowned out the sounds of grenade explosions and heavy machine gun bullets whizzing overhead by the Japanese army.

That is the promise of comrades-in-arms.

Promise was made before the war, and was promised again during the war.

Because the father and mother thousands of miles away are concerned about the son, why is the son not concerned about the father and mother?

The Chinese people's concern for blood connection is the most important foundation for the continuation of the five thousand years of Yellow River civilization.

"Then I'll be relieved, squad leader, just let me sleep for a while. When I fall asleep, it won't hurt anymore." The soldier, who had entrusted his biggest worry to his heart, completely let go of his thoughts, drooped his eyelids, and murmured softly.

The veteran felt a sudden pain in his heart, which was so painful that he scratched his heart and scratched his liver. As a veteran with rich combat experience, he knew that this was a symptom of excessive blood loss. It was not that he was sleepy, but that the large amount of blood loss caused severe hypoxia in his brain.

This sleep is a deep sleep, and I will never wake up again in this life.

The veteran can wake up the soldier who is about to fall asleep and ask him to hold on for a while until the medical team from the rear comes up.

But, so what? On such a battlefield, can the medical team solve his blood loss?

cannot!

The final outcome is that his brother will lie alone in the wilderness, suffering huge pain, and breathe his last breath alone.

“Sleep! Aniu, if you fall asleep, you won't be in pain.” The veteran chose to hug the soldier and murmured in a low voice under the gunfire.

He also knew that his brother, whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker, could no longer hear.

Looking up at the sky, there are no stars twinkling in the sky, and the dark clouds are deep. Tears run along the corners of the eyes, leaving two clear traces on the face covered with smoke and dust.

But this is the only thing the veteran can do, use the warmth of his chest to accompany him to sleep. In a battlefield filled with artillery fire.

"A Niu, your leg, your leg! I found it." The soldier who had the best relationship with A Niu in the infantry class rolled over and brought the half-broken leg that had been blown away from the trench more than ten meters away. .

However, what greeted him were two people who were as solid as statues.

The veteran squad leader hugged the soldier with a broken leg tightly.

The soldier with the broken leg made no sound.

“Aniu, I found your leg! You are so good at talking to me!” The soldier fell to the ground and cried in mourning.

“Why are you crying!” The veteran, who had been expressionless for a while, glared fiercely at him. "If I want to cry, I'll wait until all of you are dead before I cry."

He turned around and listened to the movement outside the position, with a ferocious luster in his eyes, "The enemy's heavy machine gun fire is becoming less and less, and the grenade throwing is also becoming sparse. The infantry is about to charge. Everyone, get ready for me. He's a bastard, he has two magazines per person, and when they're all gone, he throws grenades at me."

The veteran's judgment was not wrong.

In order to prevent accidental injury to our own people, the 24 heavy machine guns located at the rear gradually stopped firing. Only less than half of the grenades were still being thrown. Killing and killing had become secondary. Its main purpose was to create smoke in front of the Chinese position. Impairing its vision and covering the infantry's charge.

“Kill the chicken and give it to me!” The Japanese frontline commanders' roars even reached the Chinese trenches.

The heavy "dong-dong" sound of the heavy leather boots of the Japanese army on the ground even overwhelmed the explosion of grenades at that moment, making people's scalp numb.

That was a charge of nearly 800 people. Even on a defense line that was 1,500 meters long, it seemed densely packed.

Under the reflection of the afterglow of the flares, almost every 5 meters, you can see the figure of a Japanese soldier holding a bayonet rifle.

From 150 meters away, the Japanese army entered a full-speed charge.

If nothing else goes wrong, they will be able to rush to the Chinese position in 25 seconds.

The tip of the bayonet shone coldly in the white light, showing the determination and courage of the Japanese army's attack.

China continues to remain silent.

As if they never existed.

In the field 600 meters away from the rear of the Japanese army, two majors clenched their hands at the same time.

They believe in the bravery of their own men, but they also know the tenacity of their opponents. In the past six days, although their opponents were embarrassed, they also gave them a headache.

How will the opponent respond to their fierce punch?

Silence is more terrifying than the response to the blazing bullets.

The intuition on the battlefield reminded them that perhaps what was waiting for them was not what they wanted to see.

However, it is difficult to recover from overflowing water.

The battlefield does not allow looking forward or looking back.

　　Two Japanese Army majors, who were so nervous that their expressions were stiff, hated their instincts.

That was really an incomparable torture.

During the period when the Japanese infantry rushed a hundred meters.

But wait until the tongues of fire begin to spray on the Chinese position, and scores of Japanese troops fall. The khaki troops advancing bravely are like huge waves hitting the rocks, and they can only roll back.

It took two Japanese majors to understand what real pain is.

(End of this chapter)

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