Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 615

Chapter 615: The inheritance of sacrifice!

But, maybe there are still people alive.

Because, someone blew the whistle just now, there must be an observation post alive!

"Sanpao, Sanpao, where are you hiding like this? Dead or alive, you **** girl should give me a shout!" Cai Yongguan, who was watching all this silently, suddenly roared loudly.

　　What he called was the name of one of his squad leaders.

That was one of the few iron rods that Cai Yongguan took with him when he left the village, unwilling to be a green man forever.

If he hadn't led seven or eight men and carried seven or eight shotguns and became the squad leader as soon as he came up and had a sufficient starting point, he might not have become a lieutenant company commander in five years.

Wei Donglai sent three men to serve as observation posts. Due to emotions and reasons, Cai Yongguan sent one man to serve as observation posts.

And this soldier who went down the mountain with Cai Yongguan had explosive skills. In the Sichuan War, he used three grenades tied to bamboo poles to blow up the opponent's strong fortress. After this battle, he was known as Guan's "Three Cannons" and called time. As time goes by, no one remembers my real name.

Wei Donglai felt sorry for his soldiers, and of course Cai Yongguan also felt sorry for him. He was his brother who had been with him for more than 20 years since he was a child.

Sichuan Province has not lost a single person in the wars for several years. It is good to be here. One of them was lost before the battle started.

Who can be spared, whose heart will not tremble?

No one answered.

Lieutenant Da Dao, who has a beard and is not tall but as strong as a door panel, has despair written all over his face.

But there is still hope in the eyes, after all, someone blew the whistle! He who blows the whistle must live.

“Company commander, company commander! The third artillery squad leader is here!” The shouts of his soldiers came from afar.

Taking three steps and two at a time, Cai Yongguan ran over, and the joy on his face instantly turned into pain.

Guan Sanpao was wise and did not hide in a simple anti-gun cave that could not withstand the power of the 105 howitzer. He hid in the crater formed by the shell, avoiding the tragedy of being buried alive. According to probability, the shell fell into the same crater. The chance of being in a crater is extremely small.

However, the Japanese artillery fire was too fierce.

He was still injured.

Guan Sanpao, who was lying in the crater, was vomiting blood. The large black blood clots on his chest were clearly fragments of his internal organs. They were shocked by the shells alive. Although the Sichuan army here was not considered a veteran of a hundred battles. Army, but we still have this bit of common sense.

Cai Yongguan knew that his old brother would not survive.

What made him even more distressed was that when his soldiers were hugging his body, the iron whistle that was already full of blood had slipped from his mouth. Thinking about it, it was him who blew the iron whistle with his last remaining strength. But now, he is powerless.

With a sallow complexion, Guan Sanpao was obviously on his deathbed. He was desperately inhaling in an attempt to take another breath of fresh air, but that was obviously a luxury for him who was losing the tension in his lungs.

Life is very tenacious, but in fact it is also very fragile.

"San Pao, you go away, I swear, I, Cai Dadao, my whole company brothers, and our Qinglong Mountain Dazhai will avenge this!" Cai Yongguan suddenly knelt down and roared loudly.

The lieutenant company commander did not use military salutes on the battlefield, but used Jianghu etiquette.

Because it is not enough for him and his soldiers to carry out this monstrous revenge. There is a stronghold of thousands of people behind him. Hundreds of heroes will avenge their dead brothers. This is the rule of the world.

　　His brothers were soldiers when they were alive. When they die, they should return to their roots.

I don't know if he heard it or not, but the half-opened veteran's eyes moved slightly. Before he could look at his brother, he spat out his last breath with blood spurting out.

Just like that, he died silently.

After he has completed his task.

He had no chance to show off his blasting skills, nor did he have the chance to shoot a bullet at any enemy. He just survived in the blazing fire, and then, before dying, he blew the iron gun hanging on his chest. post.

Like the other three colleagues who didn't even have time to blow the iron whistle, they all completed their missions.

Hold your life!

There is no heroic excitement, only pathos.

No one knows what kind of perseverance he used to puff up his last breath in his chest and blow the last whistle when he was already destined to die. No one knows why the veteran who died silently clutched his chest in the last moments of his life.

Perhaps it's because he's in pain?

No one knows!

Because the Japanese are coming soon.

"Sanpao, you are so good, don't close your eyes to me. Just watch me here and see how I kill the Japanese for you." Cai Yongguan, who was kneeling on the ground, had eyes splitting, and took a deep look at his colleague. The brothers who had lived and died together for many years took one look at them and resolutely stood up and turned around and rushed into the position.

Although the sacrifice of the soldiers is heartbreaking, the two infantry company commanders have not forgotten their responsibilities. They still have to be responsible for more people who are still alive.

Both of them cried goodbye to their brothers and did not even have time to say a final farewell to them. Someone rushed up and carried away the three remains that could be found.

According to pre-war regulations, if war conditions permit, soldiers who died in battle will be buried directly in the trench on the right side of the tunnel behind the mountain.

The trench was dug deep and long long ago. During the war, it was both a trench and a tomb.

There is not enough space for the trenches in front of the mountain.

In the reverse **** trench, the person responsible for sorting out the remains of Guan Sanpao discovered that there was a yellowed black and white photo in the chest pocket of the dead veteran.

A woman was holding a five or six-year-old child in her arms. The woman wearing a jacket looked extremely reserved and even smiled, but the child, on the other hand, smiled brightly, with a curious luster in his eyes.

If Cai Yongguan, Guan Sanpao and others had not joined the army, those women who relied on their husbands and brothers to "rob wealth" to make a living in the village would never have even thought of setting foot in the city.

This may be what Cai Yongguan and the brothers who followed him down the mountain wanted to change. They did not think about success, they just wanted their women and children to live in the sun.

In a country that has moved from troubled times to peace, green forests will eventually become a thing of the past, and they are trying their best to change the destiny of future generations.

Even if it means risking your life!

The woman and the child may both have entered the city for the first time. One is cautious and timid, and the other is full of curiosity about the world outside the mountains. It is a place that is extremely strange to them both.

But for the sake of my husband and father who are far away, let him know that everything is fine.

　　They tried their best to leave this photo.

The husband and father saw his wife and children, but his wife and children would never see him again.

　　No one can be carefree, but a soldier is still a soldier. No matter where you come from, you can rush to the battlefield immediately after a military order, let alone this kind of national war.

Concern will eventually become an emotion that only living people can hope for.

That is what the dead people paid for with their lives.

I have no other expectations, I just hope that you can think of me occasionally.

　In the originally sad burial, there were no old brothers to see him off. All the old brothers were on the battlefield.

Chai Yongguan, who actively requested the war, was very decisive. The most elite platoon under his command, he and all his old brothers and new brothers were on the front line.

Since the two Japs want to fight, then fight.

I don't want to preserve my strength. I will show off my family's assets in the first battle, take out my essence, and kill him till death.

Typical green forest hero's mentality of never returning.

But, some people still cry.

The young Sichuan soldier who was responsible for sorting out the remains held the photo on the chest of the veteran and cried loudly, crying for this bandit veteran who usually called himself a "little son of a bitch" like the new recruits.

It's just that crying does not mean vulnerability.

At least, his body no longer shivered like a quail looking up at a goshawk hiding in the bushes during the fierce Japanese shelling. The sound of gunfire on the other side of the mountain was blazing, but when the dirt covered the veteran's pale face, his body was no longer trembling. Hands, extremely firm.

He was far from the only soldier infected by the sacrifice.

Don't ask if he will die on the front line without asking himself. The blood stain in his hand was not disappeared, but the barrel kept a hot temperature.

His marksmanship was terrible, but he fearlessly fired more than 20 shots downwards.

There were at least two bullet holes in his military cap, but he miraculously survived. Perhaps only he knew that the searing heat he felt on his scalp put him just millimeters away from death.

But that never stopped him from bravely shooting at the enemy and shooting again.

His gun and the bullet box hanging on his waist were left to him by veterans of the Independence Camp. His wish was to empty the bullets before he died.

The old soldier didn't say anything, but the young soldier could feel his unwillingness.

Then let him fulfill this wish on his behalf!

This is inheritance, which does not end with sacrifice, but continues with sacrifice.

One by one, generation by generation.

(End of this chapter)

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