"Please, please retreat! You have done well enough and done enough. Really, even if you retreat, the aunt will not blame you. Everyone knows that you have done your best!"

An old lady who was in her sixties but secretly went to the battlefield with other Shanghai citizens slowly knelt down on the battlefield. Faced with all this in front of her, she finally couldn't help crying.

The broken barbed wire mesh was covered with blood and ragged pieces, and several pieces of dried meat were floating in the wind. The flames that had not yet been extinguished and the rolling smoke emitted a disgusting smell. When I stepped down, the position that was almost roasted by shells was covered with shrapnel. The bullet shells and were sticky and soft like mud. No one wanted to imagine how much blood this land absorbed to become like this.

Looking at the Chinese soldiers who were half lying in the tunnel, who were no longer as human as a person, they looked at their bodies, which were not very different from the dead, except for a breath and a slight undulation of their chests. All the Shanghai citizens who risked their lives to send food to the battlefield to reward the army were constantly twitching.

No one answered. When the old lady cried, the soldiers who were still alive in this position barely turned their pupils. When a steamed bun smell, which was different from the blood, smoke and burning metal on the battlefield, slowly drifted along the breeze, everyone's noses suddenly moved together. When they finally saw clearly the Shanghai citizens who took advantage of the fact that they once again repelled the enemy's attack and touched the position with food, each of them had a green light.

They guarded here for four days. They had no food, no medicine, no ammunition. With the continuous reduction of combat, they could not even send people out to purchase and collect food like other troops. They had already lost the submachine guns that represented the identity and close-range high-intensity firepower suppression, and grabbed the old-fashioned rifles that they could not see at all, and had to pull the bolt again after firing a shot.

Without grenades, all the machine gun bullets were fired, but they used the simplest weapons and bayonets on them to defend the position that could only be defended by such a battalion, and repelled twenty-eight attacks from the enemy!

They are still alive, and there are fourteen people who are still standing on this battlefield.

The reinforcements didn't know why, but they had not come yet. They didn't know why in the last two days, on this axis battlefield, the Japanese people's aggressive attack suddenly began to weaken, so weak that even some ordinary citizens could risk their lives to the forefront of the battlefield in the battle space, carrying food on their backs.

"Eat!"

The aunt grabbed a steaming bun from the bamboo basket and said tremblingly: "Children, eat it, come and eat it! The buns made of cabbage and pork are still hot!"

Everyone stared at the cabbage pork bun that was steaming and finally let them find a little "live". Everyone's Adam's apple was surging up and down. They were swallowing their saliva and raising their noses hard. However, facing the food that had been sent to the position, no one left their combat post without authorization. They grabbed the weapons in their hands and turned their eyes to their company commander Malan.

She just sat in a bunker made of corpses, allowing blood to keep solidifying on her body. Don’t talk about military technology, don’t talk about personal reaction ability, let alone tough vitality. Those who can survive to this time are a miracle of fate and favor.

The steel helmet she wore was full of bullets and shrapnel hitting hard. At this time, she really had to thank the father who loved her and loved her. If her father had not put on her body armor with her own hands, she had at least three or four bullets!

In front of her, there were more than 30 guns that shot all the bullets, including her own submachine gun, light machine guns snatched from the brothers of the dead machine gun platoon, M34 heavy machine guns, Chinese soldiers defending this position in front of them, the mid-official rifles left behind, the Type 38 rifles and Type 91 light machine guns seized from Japanese soldiers.

On Malan's right hand, the pulling ring of the grenades accumulated into a small pile, and the bullet shells she shot with her own hands almost flooded her.

On her right hand, a sword given by the Emperor was inserted into this battlefield that was almost roasted by shells. Its narrow and graceful blade body seemed even more proud and dangerous after drinking blood and harvesting many lives.

Malan was still holding a Type 38 rifle with three bullets in her hand. She just sat there silently with her eyes dull, looking at her motionless body, and looking at her, it seemed that she could not hear, see, smell, or feel, and had turned into an eternal fossil.

Suddenly, a ray of extremely sharp light burst out from Malan's eyes, and she quickly raised the gun with a fluent movement that made people feel bleak. Her eyes, the sight of the rifle, the target she locked, and before the three formed a straight line, she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out of the battlefield that was once again in silence, and a bullet shell jumped out of the gun chamber happily and drew a graceful arc in the air. At the same time, a Japanese soldier who accidentally exposed half of his head on the opposite position had not yet figured out what was going on, and a bloody rain broke out on his head.

According to regulations in a month of training, Japanese soldiers must shoot at least 150 rifle bullets and 300 machine gun bullets. Frankly speaking, they were "feeded" with bullets, so one-third of the Japanese soldiers are first-level shooters. And the Chinese army, an ordinary soldier, only has fifteen bullets a year to train. The poorly-small first-level shooters are all talented and have been recognized by the peak and have eaten "small stoves."

It is with such shooting skills and up to 30% of first-level shooters that the Japanese soldiers made their own world-class soldiers on the army stage of a world-powered country. But today, on this battlefield, the Japanese soldiers finally met their natural enemies!

Until this time, Malan's face, which was like a stone statue without any emotional fluctuations, slowly raised a smile that belonged to humans. She pulled out the bayonet and drew a heavy stroke on a wooden board that was more than two feet long and half a foot wide. She slashed and raised her head while tilting, as if she was thinking hard. After thinking for a long time, she murmured to herself in a dry voice: "One hundred...thirty-eight!"

The artillery fire of the sky, the brothers who were constantly dead, the blood that splattered up, as a commander, brought all brothers into this desperate battlefield... These intertwined feelings are so strong that they keep deeply stimulating her every day. At this time, Malan had already killed her stupidly. She did not eat, drink, talk, and did not move. Unless there was a battle, she would be no different from a dead person.

Of course, Malan didn't pay attention, nor did her brothers. I don't know when, behind them, there were a group of fully armed professional soldiers. Their battalion commander Qiu Qilou took Deputy Battalion Commander Xie Yuquan to this battlefield. Looking at such a tragic battlefield and looking at the soldiers lying among the pile of corpses, Qiu Qilou's face raised an extremely complicated expression.
Chapter completed!