When I went back, I still took the train.

Although only a few days have passed, Wang Xun's entire mental temperament has become completely different compared to when he first came to Ren'anqiang.

You can see it from the eyes.

When he came, he was still a recruit, and Wang Xun was completely confused and panicked.

When he went back now, Wang Xun no longer had the confusion and fear that was unique to the new recruits. He sat there like a mountain, still standing still.

Even the content of the diary is very different.

When he came, most of the things written in Wang Xun's diary were about inexplicable fear of war, as well as his longing for his hometown and relatives, and especially his longing for his sister who raised him, which was the most important content in the diary.

But now, Wang Xun's diary theme has become a record of daily life, a real diary.

Taking out the pen and taking out the diary from the bag, Wang Xun once again began to record today's diary:

Today I met a nurse in a field hospital. Her surname was Wang and named Wang Meihui. She smiled sweetly. She hadn't eaten the five-spice cake from her hometown Luzhou for a long time. Suddenly, she missed the five-spice cake very much.

Halfway through the writing, the train drove into a valley.

At this time, a shocking picture appeared in the eyes of Wang Xun and all the officers and soldiers in the car.

There is a small river in the valley ahead, and there is a steel-structured bridge on the river, and the railway tracks are built on it.

Judging from the messy traces at the scene, the railway bridge must have been blown up by Japanese bombers, and the engineers directly under the war zone are under repair.

The emergency repair project is about to end.

Only one steel beam is left.

But it is obviously too late.

Because the train they were on was about to arrive.

When a derailment accident was about to happen, the engineers who repaired the bridge made an amazing scene.

But at the command of the commander, hundreds of engineers rushed up and supported the steel beam with their hands.

"Click!Click!" The train's steel wheels collided with the rails, making a rhythmic sound. Amid this rhythmic collision, the train slowly moved forward.

But Wang Xun and his comrades suddenly felt their hearts hanging.

Can the engineers and comrades in front of them stand up for the train?

The train seemed slow and fast, and soon crushed the steel bridge.

Wang Xun and his comrades all stuck their heads out of the train window.

Looking down from above, you can see the engineers comrades gritting their teeth, and the blue veins on their faces and foreheads were bulging out one by one. The blue veins on the forehead of a engineer even cracked and blood was dripping down.

But from beginning to end, no engineer gave up, and they all gritted their teeth and held on.

The more than ten seconds the train passed through the bridge may be the longest ten seconds in Wang Xun's life.

But no matter how long it is, it will always pass. Finally, the train drove across the bridge smoothly and entered the other shore.

When he looked back, Wang Xun saw that the engineers and comrades had already started the final emergency repair work.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Wang Xun opened his diary again and wrote word by word: "I don't believe that there are tasks in this world that we cannot complete, nor do I believe that there are difficulties in this world that cannot be overcome, and I don't believe that there are enemies in this world that cannot be defeated. Victory must belong to the great Chinese nation!"

...

Yang Zheng looked at the two bodies beside him with a little sadness.

These two people are said to be the mates of the division headquarters. Because the combatants were in short supply, they could not find any supplementary soldiers, so they were supplemented by the division as supplementary soldiers to Yang Zheng’s company.

But even if I received a supplement, after a fight in the afternoon, there were no more people left.

He opened the pockets of the tops of the two men's military uniforms and took out the neatly stacked suicide notes inside. One of them had been soaked in blood and his handwriting was melted.

The suicide note was written long ago, of course, not them themselves.

The teacher had more than 4,000 brothers, and the two slaps he could counted over when he recognized the words.

Including Yang Zheng's suicide notes, they were written by the staff who were literate in the army.

After putting away the suicide notes on the two kids, Yang Zheng subconsciously touched the pocket of the military top. The suicide notes were still there and were not lost. I don’t know who to borrow the last hand to hand over his suicide notes to his family?

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng felt a little disappointed, a little depressed, and a little desperate.

Before this, no matter how hard the battle was, Yang Zheng had never despaired.

But this time, Yang Zheng really felt desperate. He felt that he really couldn't live this time.

The Japanese offensive was too fierce. There were planes in the sky diving like crazy, tanks and cannons on the ground, and the Japanese infantry attacks were even more fierce than usual.

In Yang Zheng's memory, the Japanese have always been attacking in small groups.

But this time in Mitela, the Japanese were investing troops from one brigade and another!

Around the battlefield between Mitella and Darcy, both sides frantically invested their troops and weapons, and fought for the consumption without any chance.

Yang Zheng felt that it was a miracle that he could live until now.

Normally, no one can survive two days from such a tragic battle.

But Yang Zheng has lived for three days, and he has no serious injuries on his body, and no common scalds.

The bad news is that he was once again left alone on the 100-meter-long position in which they were responsible for. I don’t know if the division can send him some additional troops?

"Boom boom boom..." The explosion gradually faded away.

This is another rare good news. After three days of consumption, the Japanese shelling intensity was rapidly decaying.

At the beginning, the Japanese artillery preparations often took more than half an hour, but yesterday, the artillery preparations before the Japanese attack were shortened to ten minutes, and today it was reduced again, reaching five minutes.

There are also the Japanese planes hovering in the sky, and the number is significantly smaller.

At the beginning, dozens of Japanese planes would come to bombard every half an hour.

But today, until now, there have been only one wave of planes, less than ten!

But even so, Yang Zheng felt that the position could not be defended, because the 133rd Division and the entire 27th Army had exhausted their forces.

With my thoughts blurred, dark Japanese infantry appeared in my vision ahead again.

The Japanese who were involved in the attack this time still had at least four infantry squadrons, nearly a thousand people.

More than a thousand Japanese devils opened up more than a dozen sparse scattered lines, and looked a huge area.

Yang Zheng grinned and let out a silent and smirk. The bolt of the M2 Bronning air-cooled heavy machine gun opened, took out the metal bullet link from the bullet box and buckled it into the bullet supply port.
Chapter completed!