"Did you see it? It's made in Japan, copper, and loud." Liangko took the lighter seized not long ago to show off to the people around her in the bunker.

Sheng Yuanxin sat in the corner. He was the only person who was not attracted by this Japanese product. He took out the stack of photos and notebooks from his schoolbag and looked through it. For some reason, after seeing these, he began to feel sad for the Japanese soldier who was beaten to death by them. He began to sympathize with the dead man. His parents lost a son and his sister lost his brother. He felt a little chilled, and he was a little shaken. What was everything he did at this moment? He couldn't figure it out and was a little confused.

"What are you looking at?" At some point, Wang Zhimao sat next to him.

"The things of the Japanese artillery observer who was killed by us." Sheng Yuanxin handed over the photo to Wang Zhimao.

Wang Zhimao took off the radio station behind him, looked at the photos casually, and a trace of memories of the past appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You have been to Japan, right?" Sheng Yuanxin suddenly asked.

"Well, I studied in Japan in college."

Sheng Yuanxin looked at the ground thoughtfully without continuing to ask questions. Looking at the notebook in his hand, Wang Zhimao took it over and flipped it out again.

"What is it written on it? It's dense." Sheng Yuanxin asked.

"The diary written by this person."

"Can you understand?"

"Understand."

"Can you read it to me?"

Wang Zhimao flipped to a page and read the table aloud: "July 19, 1923, today is the Sea Festival."

"Hai Festival?" Liangzi asked in confusion.

"Japan is surrounded by the sea, and is formulated to thank the grace of the ocean and pray for becoming a prosperous marine country." Wang Zhimao explained and then said, "I just want to go home, don't want to waste time here so unnecessary. ¨ This is not our place, why did I send me here? I have been in Manchuria for two years. I can't go back and can't see the people at home, especially my dearest sister. She should be very big now, right? I remember when I was young, she always liked to ride on my neck. Is Chinese able to fight? I don't know. The commander said that Chinese people dare not fight, I hope this is the case. If the fight really starts, will I die? I don't know, I don't want to die. I really don't want to die. I still want to go home."

Listening to Wang Zhimao's reading, a strange atmosphere was in the bunker. Everyone was circulating photos of the dead Japanese soldier, looking at his former life, and their family. There were many questions in their hearts. But who could answer them?

It turns out that the Japanese who fought to the death with us were also such an ordinary group of ordinary people, with love and hate, family and feelings. 1.

They even look similar to ours.

What's the difference?

At this moment, everyone may be thinking about a question: What exactly are they doing here?

"Stop thinking!" Shen Jiaqiang, who was standing at the door, interrupted Wang Zhimao.

Wang Zhimao closed the notebook and looked at the serious leader with a look of regret: "Why are you here?"

Shen Jiaqiang walked to Wang Zhimao and took the notebook, collected all the photos from the soldiers and put them in his bag. Finally, he looked around the people with complex expressions and said: "It is an extraordinary time. National defense and soldiers need to have strong will. Fuck, what is the mother-in-law and mother-in-law like?"

Outside the trench, Shen Jiaqiang turned his back to Wang Zhimao without saying a word. Wang Zhimao pulled him into another machine gun bunker: "Don't stand outside, there is a sniper on the opposite side."

Watching the two soldiers tactfully retreated ¨

The gunshots outside were much sparse. It seemed that the Japanese offensive in the morning had temporarily come to an end. Wang Zhimao looked out along the observation hole. The rain was still falling, and the fog was still very heavy, which made people feel a little bored. He turned his head and looked at Shen Jiaqiang with a smile: "Room, how long will we have to be here? Why hasn't the big army of dog days come up yet?"

"You ask me, who will I go?" Shen Jiaqiang replied without any worries.

He walked out as he said that!

When Wang Zhimao returned to the Chengnan factory, the position was having dinner. The battle in the morning came to an end temporarily. Since the attack on the flank bank position was blocked, there has been no big noise and retreated to the south side.

Sporadic gunfire proved their existence, leaving the soldiers eating noodles and tea to keep their eyes on the streets and houses.

There were three corpses lying in the factory. They were all shot in the head and killed with one blow. Wang Zhimao raised his head and looked at Sheng Yuanxin: "You have an opponent."

Sheng Yuanxin looked out along the window, looking at the cold buildings and black windows. He whispered to Liangzi and #Zanchun: "Finish him with me."

Wang Zhimao instructed: "Be careful, this guy is a master." After Sheng Yuanxin left, Wang Zhimao summoned all the company platoon leaders and squad leaders in the south of the city to meet in the basement of the factory. He still couldn't change his habits when he was in the military academy before, and liked to write and draw on something.

The blackboard was gone. He pulled a few pieces of paper from his notebook, held a pencil in his hand and laid on the table and drew a sketch. He used several deep horizontal lines to mark the Japanese army's advancement route, and raised his head from time to time and said to the people around him: "The Japanese army has not used all their strength yet, so don't take it lightly. I looked at it all morning. Their current offensive is mainly in the stage of testing our compressive resistance and firepower deployment. The main offensive route they originally envisioned has been our anti-tank

The mines are cut off, and their tanks will not risk driving on this street until their engineers remove them. Next, I estimate that their intention will be to penetrate into our main positions from each street, in other words, one house and one house. They have more people than us and more ammunition than us, so we must not fight them head-on. Our tactics are to waste with them. This is our only purpose in guarding this place."

Wang Zhimao glanced around the people around him, and then continued to draw on the paper: "Each company of the first battalion draws out an area within 300 meters of the front edge of the position to establish a blocking point, implement guerrilla tactics, and kills one. If you kill one, you should immediately retract back to the main position and do not defend to avoid increased casualties. Each company sent more communication soldiers, and must communicate with each other, assist in time to prevent reinforcements, and cannot fight on their own. This is a taboo. The machine gun points of the other three positions should change positions frequently to avoid being locked by enemy artillery fire. The most important thing is that you are absolutely not allowed to take the initiative. The soldiers under your command are not used to fight bayonets, you must be responsible for their lives. Do you understand?"

Looking at Wang Zhimao's expression, these people saw that this military academy graduate who had not been many who had entered the army who were usually despised by them showed the style of a commander for the first time. His eyes were extremely firm and his words were loud and loud, making people dare not resist. The aura emitted by Wang Zhimao had shocked these people, making them involuntarily obey this person from the heart. They nodded at the same time and said yes, but no one raised any objections.

Finally, Wang Zhimao stood up and added: "You cadres should be more careful. Four people have been killed by the enemy's sniper today. They all go to get the eldest guy. Don't walk around with a pistol, then you will become the target of the sniper.

The small building was quiet, and Liangzi was the first to go to the second floor. He squatted at the corner of the stairs, pointing his muzzle at the few empty rooms in front of him. He pricked his ears and listened carefully for a while. After confirming that he had not heard any abnormal movement, he waved downstairs.

Deng Chunlai was the second time to go upstairs. He squatted down opposite Liangzi and aimed in another direction to observe the movement. After the second floor was safe, Sheng Yuanxin was the last to go upstairs. The light in the corridor was dim. In the room next to him, the roof had been blown by artillery fire. The rain poured into the room and made a "crackling" sound. Another string of clear footprints on the dusty ground came out of the room. Sheng Yuanxin raised his gun and approached the room carefully. The occasionally gunshots outside the building made him shrink his head from time to time and stop.

The room was empty. Sheng Yuanxin walked into the room and saw two clear footprints behind a table in the room.

He lay down on the table, raised his gun and aimed outwards. Looking out the window, he could clearly see a trench in the main position of the factory in the distance, and there were still several soldiers in there protruding their heads.

"All people are gone, let's retreat too." Rongzi urged at the door.

"This guy is really a master. He didn't even leave the shell, he took it away." Sheng Yuanxin stood up and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Go away, go away." #Zan Chunlai was also complaining.

As they were talking, the Japanese artillery shells came over from a line not far away. The smoke from the window filled the entire building, and the entire building was shaking in the explosion, and the dust and gravel on the roof continued to fall. The three people ran outside, and the building behind them was just slashed by the explosion of a shell. A section in the middle collapsed, leaving only the broken building on both sides standing in the smoke.

"I'm so lucky. We'll explain it one step later." After stopping behind a broken wall, Liangzi took a breath.

"The Japanese are going to attack again." #Zan Chunlai raised his gun through the broken wall to observe the movements in the distance, and the sound of harsh tank engines had already floated over.

Sheng Yuanxin ignored the Japanese army gradually approaching. He sat behind the broken wall and kept looking around, thinking about where the sniper would be there now, whether he would be squatting in a corner and watching him, waiting for the best time to shoot.

Suddenly someone shouted:

"Retreat!"...

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