Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 630

Chapter 630 Do you blame me?

Cai Yongguan's head was wrapped in a bandage, and he walked unsteadily in the tunnel to inspect the condition of the soldiers.

Wei Donglai gained his recognition, and he also gained Wei Donglai's trust.

Two Sichuan Army officers who had no communication with each other before became friends of life and death in this **** battle.

Wei Donglai entrusted him with the lives of all the people on the battlefield, including his own.

This is not the first time that an army lieutenant who has led nearly a hundred people has felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

That's hundreds of lives.

Whether he lives or dies, it all depends on him.

Chai Yongguan knew that he still had ten minutes. Once the ten minutes were over, he would lead everyone else to rush out of the tunnel and continue to block the Japanese attack. . .

　　Yes, everyone, as early as in the previous offensive and defensive battle, there was no reserve team. All living people on the highlands had to go to the front line, including the two signal corpsmen who were part-time health workers.

Hygienists are no longer important, because the hemostatic packs have long been used up, and if they don't hold their position, everyone, living or dead, will be finished.

Cai Yongguan, who has obtained the highest command authority, now just wants to know how many soldiers he still has who can shoot.

The tunnel was not long, only about 40 meters long. None of the soldiers spoke. They leaned against the trench wall and either closed their eyes to rest and seize the precious ten minutes to recover their strength. They drank large gulps of water or ate Japanese canned beef to replenish their energy. .

Those were the best supplies that the Independent Battalion had replenished for them before going up to the high ground. Wei Donglai originally wanted to save them for everyone to celebrate in the evening, but now it seems that they can't use them, so it's better to eat them clean.

Bent down, Cai Yongguan walked past the last soldier.

There were 112 people in total. Cai Yongguan felt a sharp pain in his heart. It only lasted for most of the day! There are nearly 300 people in two infantry companies. Is this all left?

“Hammertou, how many observation posts are there on the top of the mountain?” Cai Yongguan yelled habitually.

If 2 or 4 people are left as usual, then at least there will be a few more people.

But, no one agreed.

“You are such a dull person, Hammerhead, but you are silent.” Cai Yongguan roared and raised his voice.

The fierce and continuous shelling by the Japanese army has caused hearing problems to everyone here, and even ordinary conversations have to be shouted at the top of one's voice.

“Company Commander, Hammerhead Platoon Commander is dead.” The voice of the soldier sitting at the end of the row was so thin that it sounded like it was coming from the sky.

Cai Yongguan clearly saw him shouting with his mouth open, but his voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan.

“What?”

“Dead!” The soldier's mouth clearly told Cai Yongguan the answer.

“Dead?” Cai Yongguan closed his eyes in pain.

Yes, he remembered. When the fighting was at its most intense half an hour ago, the Japanese army had already rushed to a position less than thirty meters away from the position. He saw the only remaining Czech light machine gunner being hit by the Japanese heavy machine gun. As a platoon leader, Hammerhead resolutely rushed over to take over the machine gun and emptied three magazines of bullets in a row to repel the Japanese invaders. However, he was also shot by the machine guns hidden behind the Japanese invaders. The Type 92 heavy machine gun continuously Seven or eight bullets almost punched a hole as big as a bowl in his chamber.

Without even saying a word, the tough man who followed him out of the stronghold to join the army fell on the battlefield and died.

Dog Day, there is no sentence when he dies, Lao Tzu returns to the cottage! Every time he thought of this, tears shone in Cai Yongguan's eyes, but he couldn't keep them.

Bleeding without shedding tears is the standard for a hero.

“Erhu.” Cai Yongguan, who raised his head to hide his tears, subconsciously called the other person.

As soon as he finished shouting, he closed his mouth.

Hu Erdan, nicknamed Erhu, also died. Hu Erdan, who had been the most accurate marksman in the village since childhood, was not only the sharpshooter in his infantry company, but also had a reputation in the entire regiment.

Because of his accurate marksmanship, he was targeted by Japanese grenade soldiers after killing five Japanese soldiers. At least three grenade groups attacked him. Six consecutive grenades exploded next to him, killing the one-meter-seven-meter-tall man. The stout man was reduced to only 1.4 meters by the explosion, and the Erhu, whose two calves and an arm were blown off, was still alive.

However, before Cai Yongguan rushed over, he only said "Don't tell my mother that I committed suicide!", then picked up the bayonet with his only hand and plunged it straight into his heart.

It's not that he doesn't want to live, he just doesn't want to drag down his brothers and drag him off the battlefield. At least two people are needed. Cai Yongguan stopped shouting.

He was bent over, but his head was kept high.

As a Jianghu man and a soldier, Cai Yongguan does not want to expose his vulnerability.

However, the great sadness still caused tears to flow uncontrollably down the corners of his closed eyes.

Two extremely vivid tear tracks burst out on the charred, dust-covered face.

A man won't shed tears easily, but he's not sad yet!

How could he not be sad? Those names that he has called since he was a child, those names that he will never forget in his life, will no longer be answered by anyone from now on.

　　With the exception of him, all the eight young men who joined the army with him were killed in the battle that day, and no one was left.

People are not so much afraid of cold death as they are afraid of loneliness!

In the abyss of death, will there be anyone to accompany you? Cai Yongguan didn't know.

What he knew was that on this battlefield, all the brothers left without any loyalty, and he was the only one left.

"Chief Cai, there is no observation post. All the brothers are here. There is not even a place to hide on the position. If you ask the brothers to go up, it will only feed the little devil's cannon." His face was covered with black ash. The potato came over and shouted in Cai Yongguan's ear.

"Tudou, tell me, will the brothers blame me and Captain Wei? In fact, if we hadn't asked for a fight, we wouldn't have had to garrison the high ground of No. 3." Cai Yongguan, who had several white marks on his face, looked back. However, the muscles on the face of the army of a hundred people twitched.

These were originally two fully-replenished infantry companies! There were more than 280 people, but now there are only a hundred of them. In addition to the seriously injured people placed in another tunnel, those who can survive until now are only half of the ones who can break through the sky.

The huge battle loss ratio of 50% was a battle situation he had never encountered in the years he had been in the army.

With such a battle loss ratio, as a commander, he can request support from the rear and even retreat.

“Company Commander Cai, no one will blame you and Commander Wei. The brothers all walked bravely and there is no weakling.” Tudou shook his head slightly and replied.

"But it was my decision that made all my brothers die. They are all dead. It hurts my heart!" In front of the soldier whom he had once scolded, Cai Yongguan, a tough guy, couldn't help but expose his vulnerability. .

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of loneliness.

The tough guy is already lonely now.

“No, sir, I don't know about others, but ever since I saw that veteran of the Independence Battalion stop breathing in front of me, I have never been afraid of death.

Chief Tang told us that we Chinese soldiers died for our country. In the future, our sons or grandsons will erect monuments in our memory on every land where we fought.

Since I don't have guests, I won't have any sons, but I still have younger brothers and sisters, and naturally I will also have nephews and nieces. If they still remember me, they will probably set up a monument for their uncles and uncles, and it will say, National The place where 280 officers and soldiers of the 145th Division of the 23rd Group Army of the Revolutionary Army died for their country!

How many people in this world can have this title? But we can, we definitely can, because we have killed at least 520 Japs and hundreds of Japs. With a battle loss ratio of 1 to 5, who else can be stronger than us? "The young soldier's face was filled with pride.

"Yes! Battalion Commander Tang also said that for everyone in the army who died in battle, he would get a pension of 50 oceans for everyone. If Shangfeng doesn't give it, he will demolish the house and sell the land when he goes back to his hometown. We in Sichuan Province Either you say it or you don't say it. If you say it, it will be done. I can earn so much money for my parents, my wife, and my children at once. What should we be dissatisfied with?" A sergeant squad leader with his arms hanging came over and interrupted.

At the end, he shouted at the remaining soldiers: "Isn't that right, brothers?!"

“Yes!” the soldiers responded loudly.

“Haha, that's right, I'm being a bit pretentious.” Cai Yongguan picked up his sleeve and wiped it on his face randomly, and Cai Yongguan also laughed. "Since the brothers are not afraid, let's continue to fight the Japanese. Chief Tang asked us to wait until dark at least."

"By the way, Signal Corps, call the headquarters and ask if you can send more stretcher teams. If not, we can transport the Guard Company Commander and a few other seriously injured ones! The Guard Company Commander cannot die here." Cai Yongguan said.

"No, the headquarters said that the Japanese not only used artillery to block the mountain road, but also sent additional infantry into the forest. The stretcher team couldn't get through. We can only wait until dark." The signal soldier shook his head in pain.

“Till dark!” A hint of desolation flashed in Cai Yongguan's eyes.

He knew very well that the last hundred trumpets had been exhausted, and it was a miracle that they could survive two waves of attacks.

The Japanese will never give them up to two hours.

(End of this chapter)

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