~Date: ~November 08~

(... Because of my plan, half of the battlefields in Henan, Shanxi and Shaanxi were killed, and the remaining troops and refugees fought desperately with the Japanese and puppet troops back to back. People like me can imagine the tragic battlefield, but the generals can only suppress the guilt in their hearts, otherwise they will not be able to bring soldiers... Excerpted from "My Memories of the War of Resistance - Cao Xiaomin")

The battlefield on the Eastern Front was undercurrent, and all field airports near Zhengzhou were in a silence. Various bombs and aviation oil were being put into storage in large quantities. Field airports near Xi'an were also starting to work hard. The battlefield showed this feeling: the Chinese team was extremely anxious, but the mountain passes in the Taihang Mountains and Zhongtiao Mountains were blocked, and hundreds of thousands of ** were separated by one side of the mountainous area and watched the troops on the other side be strangled by the Japanese and puppet troops...

In fact, Cao Xiaomin's decisive battle plan really killed all the two parties and three armies north of Zhongtiao Mountain, and killed millions of refugees!

There are too many mountains in southwestern Shanxi, and it is unknown if there are too many mountains. Because of the mountain defense, the three mountains are called "Pinzishan". Pinzishan is a circle of three small hills, and there is also a small highland in the middle. The surrounding area of ​​the small highland was originally farmed, but now it has been filled with more than 30,000 refugees.

The retreat has been cut off, and the only way to survive is to stick to it until the Japanese retreat or reinforcements come; protecting more than 30,000 refugees are a regiment of the Shanxi Sui Army and the Eighth Route Army and a mountain artillery company of the Central Army.

"Boom! Buzz..." The attack of the cannon group could only hear the first cannon sound. The ears behind it were full of buzzing ◇The defenders on the ground were all huddled in the trenches like dead people, enduring the pain of rippling rivers and cracking in their minds. Everyone held their heads with their hands. You could see that their fingers were holding their heads hard, as if it could alleviate the pain.

It was already the sixth day, and the Japanese artillery fire became more and more fierce. From the initial grenade launcher to the later mortars to the later infantry artillery and mountain artillery, the ones that started to hit the position yesterday were all heavy artillery above 105mm. The Japanese supporters followed, where are our people?

Dabao hugged Xiaobao and the other two cried in the trenches, but no one noticed that they were crying. They didn't want to cry. They were very brave and volunteered to go to the front line to fight the Japanese army. However, when the brothers hugged each other in the trenches, they burst into tears for no reason. No matter how they cried or how they shook off, the new trenches were immediately bombed by shells.

It's hot, heavy, uncomfortable... It's great to feel uncomfortable, that means you're still alive! The brothers found that their weakness would not be discovered by others, and they cried even harder.

Dabao was wearing a half-body Eighth Route Army uniform, but Xiaobao was wearing a Jinsui army uniform - all the uniforms were taken off the dead. As long as some of the refugees were willing to go to the trenches, they would get such a piece of shabby cloth that could be seen as military uniforms.) In the past, I don’t know how many times the owner has changed every military uniform.

There are many people who are willing to go to death in battle but not lambs. They are just waiting to be slaughtered by wearing such a military cloth. They are soldiers as long as they wear such a military cloth.

"Look, just like that, pull the pole. Pull it back and push it up..." There is no instructor, the wounded soldiers are instructors. People who have seen guns in the war zone took the gun and became soldiers. They are all people who have touched guns before, and they are given a gun that is also taken from the hands of dead people. Of course, there are also people who have never touched guns and brags to the soldiers, saying that they have shot guns because they think it will be easier to survive after getting a gun. In this way, the people who have obtained the rifle and the people who have obtained a big knife or stick went to the trenches.

"Prepare for battle! Get up quickly!" The ears were still buzzing. Every person huddled in the trenches did not hear the commander's order. What really made them "live" was the commander's kick. Some of the commanders who were panting as breathless could no longer kick. They stumbled in the trenches and only knew to keep moving forward. When they saw their curled bodies, they slapped and kicked them with their hands and feet, and called out the soldiers.

Soldiers can't get up, the superiors' fists are not heavy. If they continue to pretend to be dead after being hit a few times, no one will force you to get up... But everyone knows that they will get up when they are going to fight. No matter what else, they want to live, they have to fight! Of course, there are also many people who can't get up no matter how hard they push and beat, and they are shocked or stunned...

"Run!" Dabao pulled his younger brother and shouted a sound that he could not even hear. Then the two of them ran together, and they rushed into the trench with just two ups and downs... It was really strange. They could not hear anyone's shouting, but they could feel the bullets "swooshing" by! The two brothers' ears lost their hearing, and people ran around like drunkards. The steps just now were all trying their best. They fell softly in the trench and gave up everything, including life!

There was a man there! Two Japanese who touched the edge of the trench and looked half-dead to find the two brothers who had moved their positions. The Japanese in front took the "little melon" handed over by their companions behind and swayed a few times and knocked on the gun handle, and suddenly leaned out... "Bang" Almost at the same time, an invisible muzzle flashed in the dust smoke. A bullet hit the right chest of the Japanese soldier, and the impact force instantly lifted the Japanese down... "Boom!" The "little melon" exploded, because after pinching time before, the grenade slid down from the Japanese's hand and exploded; the half-dead Japanese rebel reacted very quickly and rushed away at this moment... The human reaction was no matter how fast the explosion was. The shock wave rolled up shrapnel and spread the Japanese who had pounced away for more than a meter in the air. The standard tactical action only left him a whole body...

People without guns take turns to be bait, running at a speed between the trenches for a few steps to catch the attention of the Japanese, and the dormant gunman can have a better chance of shooting! This extreme tactic in almost modern sniper war was used by a group of soldiers who had not received much military training on an unknown position. When people reach the edge of life and death, all their potential is bursting. They use all the methods they can think of, just to kill one more enemy, just to have one more chance of survival!

"Report to the regiment commander, the brothers of the artillery company sent us..." The stumbling messenger rushed into the command post with a signal gun and handed it to him. His company commander was also their regiment commander. After six days of killing, the highest commander on the position was left with only one Jinsui Army company commander, and the other one who could be called the commander was only one Eighth Route Army political commissar. Even the artillery company commander of the Central Army died in a state of great success when he organized refugees to replenish troops to reinforce the positions!

The last signal gun, this gun represents the final signal if the position is lost: fire at me! The artillery only has the artillery shells that will send their brothers to their death...

The two leaders of the same camp from different camps subconsciously walked to the other positions in the rear window of the command post. There was no movement on the left, but there was a hand-to-hand fight on the position on the right, and the smoke and dust were rolling in the middle and the Chinese and Japanese armies were tangled into a ball and killing the sky and the earth was dark. It was still possible to tell which of the Chinese people were because their uniforms were covered with blood and mud, but they could not tell whether they were originally the Jinsui Army or the Eighth Route Army...

"Uh..." The stuffy air in his chest could not be exhaled, and the choking air with the smoke was extremely unpleasant, but it could not be absorbed into his lungs. Dabao's hand became soft and his eyes turned black. His hand that pressed the Japanese throat was released... Dabao's Japanese used his last strength to twist the desperate Chinese neck. He finally decided that he was dead. He was bitten by the Chinese on his face and was hurting fiercely... "Buzz" Suddenly, a sound that made him unconscious came from his ears. His mind was dark. The Japanese soldier fell down and a stone was smashed out of his brain...

"Brother!..." Xiaobao stumbled and ran on the position, searching for corpses, but he never found his brother... Maybe his brother is still alive, he is not dead... Xiaobao inadvertently glanced at the side and found that the battlefield was so big! There were so many corpses and so many were not found. Xiaobao stumbled and continued to search in the pile of corpses...

"Swish! Swish!..." The sound of shells breaking through the air suddenly sounded again in the air...

"Lying down!" A big man suddenly rushed up and threw Xiaobao down. The shells that exploded outside the trench lifted up the mud and sand like landslides covering the sky... so hot and so suffocating... But with his brother, everything is fine! Xiaobao, who was still fighting with the Japanese like a little tiger on the position just now, suddenly couldn't help crying again. He squeezed his head tightly into the warm, wide and thick chest. It was his brother...

He had a younger brother, but he died in battle the day before. He was buried alive by a trench with shells a few meters in front of him... If he could pounce on him and push him, then... the hot soil on his back was almost crushed, but the big man still held it. He had his own younger brother under him, so he couldn't fall down... He took his younger brother down the mountain, and his mother was still waiting... The rough man showed a tender smile on his face, his smile solidified, and the brother was buried alive under the thick mud...

"I don't want to watch the devils insult your wife and daughter before they die, follow me!" Two Central Army artillery soldiers who had exhausted the shells yelled at the refugees--there was no way out, and they went up and tried their best to die quickly, but they couldn't bear to watch their wife and daughter being insulted!

Some of the refugees stood up, some escaped from their wives' cries and entanglement, and some broke free from their parents' and their children's embraces... Another "army" went up, with countless big and small babies, and countless sons left behind by my mother. The army exhausted all the people! There is still a living person on this land that will continue to fill in the battlefield!

(Author: I got my wish. Last night, I saw this book on the tenth place in the monthly ticket list... Today I came up to pass the manuscript and saw that it was the eleventh hanged again. The competition among each of them on the list turned out to be so fierce! Do you still have tickets in your hands?)

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