"Platform leader, I'm afraid." A young soldier with a big face covered in dust but covered in sweat or tears, but clearly still had a bit of childishness leaned against a middle-aged soldier who had bandages on his head and had his right arm empty.

One of his feet was gone from below his ankle, and he was wrapped in a dirty military uniform.

"Shanwo, what are you afraid of? Uh, brothers are here to accompany you? Let's go on the road together and have company! Don't be afraid." The young soldier with the rank of a second lieutenant on the seal rubbed the heads of a soldier who would never be over 17 years old with his remaining left arm and comforted him softly.

The young soldiers glanced around, and tears in their eyes slid down their cheeks again. Before this battle, they had 40 people in their entire platoon, but now, there were only 8 people left, including the platoon leader, and all of them were seriously injured.

The reason is that their position was hit by a bomb dropped by the Black Hawk Empire plane. More than 20 people were directly killed in that moment. The anti-cannon hole that was crazily dug in three days could prevent the Black Hawk Empire's 75mm mountain cannon and field cannon, but it could not resist the 250-pound aviation bomb.

The only platoon leader with strong legs and able to retreat insisted on staying, accompanying the brothers in the platoon who were seriously injured and unable to walk.

"Why are you so flirting? I'm so crying. Gouwa, start with you, tell me. I'll see how many people can breathe." The second lieutenant soldier shook his dizzy head and shouted loudly.

A piece of shrapnel cut off his big scalp and even his bones, but it was miraculously not fatal. However, he was not only dizzy, but also ghosted when he saw people, but what was even more fatal was that his mind was often blank. He could not even remember how long he had fought and there were still a few brothers left in the platoon.

"Yes." A soldier lying on their side with his back to the sky tried to cheer up his energy." One"

His upper body, including his face, was wrapped in messy bandages and blood stained. If he wrapped his arms around, it would be like a mummy.

"two"

"three"

"seven"

After a while, there was no sound.

The young soldier looked around, and tears couldn't help but burst out from his eyes. He slowly lowered his high head and shouted in a low voice: "Ba".

In the 40-man infantry platoon, eight people survived, and 32 brothers who lived together day and night were gone. But it doesn’t matter, soon, the 40 brothers will gather together to drink again.

"Shanwa, don't coward, raise my head and look at these Black Hawk Empires. When I come to the King of Yama to report, I will see them together and beat the dog to fuck me." The young soldier shook his head vigorously, hugged the shoulders of Shangshi's young soldier with his only remaining left hand, and said sternly.

Around, there are shadows.

The Black Hawk Army had already surrounded him, holding a pistol, and was surrounded by fiercely viciously.

The Black Hawk Army, which had already started to cheer, was also silent.

They finally knew why such a small group of kingdom soldiers were surrounded.

It turned out that they were all seriously injured.

They have legs, arms, and those who are lying and unable to move are almost breathless.

However, even such a few wounded soldiers still resisted stubbornly in the trenches, resisting their attack of a team of non-soldiers for twenty minutes. Now, they gave up on resistance and sat together like this.

Obviously, they had no bullets, and even had no strength to fight in hand-to-hand combat.

The brutal light in the eyes is gradually retreating, and what is replaced by respect.

Even if they are as cruel as the Black Hawk Empire Army, on the battlefield where the two armies are fighting each other, they have to show their respect for these opponents who have used their last bit of strength to fight against the warrior spirit.

That has transcended national hatred and originated from the respect for the indomitable spirit in the bones.

"As long as you raise your hands and surrender to the Imperial Army, Imperial Army Second Lieutenant Xing Yang will ask Major Xu Dan to give you official prisoners of war." A Black Hawk Army squad leader with the rank of Second Lieutenant of the Infantry Army stepped forward, staring at the group of kingdom soldiers who had completely lost their ability to resist, and said in a deep voice.

A Black Hawk Army reporter with a camera hanging on the side raised the camera with some excitement and pointed it at the wounded soldiers of the Kingdom sitting there.

As a military reporter, he does not deny the shock he was after seeing this scene. However, if he could see several heroic kingdom soldiers surrender to the Black Hawk Imperial Army and raise their hands, it would be even more of the glory of the Imperial Army.

No matter how brave the kingdom warrior is, he can only choose to surrender in front of the Imperial Army's soldiers.

This photo is definitely the most exciting photo he can take since his military record. In the camera, the Black Hawk Army reporter even saw a kingdom whose right arm had lost his right arm slowly lifting his left hand.

Wonderful, so wonderful. That's exactly what he needs.

"Black Hawk Empire, what are you saying? Why can't I hear clearly? My ears have been deafened by your cannons. Don't you know? Come, get closer and talk to your grandfather." The platoon leader of the kingdom, who was also holding a lieutenant, raised his hand not to surrender, but waved to the Black Hawk army, which was six or seven meters away from them around.

"Bastard, the honor of the Black Hawk Empire cannot be defiled. I will command you again, Kingdomsmen, to raise your hands and surrender to the Imperial Army, otherwise..." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Black Hawk Army lieutenant, and he suddenly pulled out his sword and pointed at the Kingdom officer who was smiling and calling him the Black Hawk Empire.

The Black Hawks around them all raised their guns as he moved.

"Bah." The soldier of the Wangguo, who was rank of a second lieutenant, suddenly spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm at Captain Xing. "Sanqin'erlang can only live while standing, never die on his knees. Want to make me surrender? Dream."

The Northwest Army's military song - the inspirational song, was heard heavily by the eight wounded soldiers, under the gaze of dozens of Black Hawk Imperial Army with guns and live ammunition.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Although there is no tune, it is no longer important to have or not at this scene. Even the Black Eagle Army, who does not understand Wang Guoyu, can hear the decisive meaning of death from the Fuhongzhou Qin Opera that they cannot understand at all.

"Bastard! Stop your mouth." The Black Hawk Army Ensign roared.

"Gouwa, you're on the way." Lieutenant Wang Guo suddenly yelled.

"Received." The soldier who had been lying on his back still grinned with difficulty.

The young soldier who was singing suddenly became less afraid. He raised his head and glared at the Black Hawk Empire Army in front of him, as if he was as the platoon leader beside him, remember the appearance of the Black Hawk Army that he could see, and go underground to fight them.

This is the territory of the kingdom, and when it comes to the underground, it is also the same.

A burst of blue smoke radiated from Gouwa's body. The wounded soldiers of the Kingdom showed a smile on their faces, which were wrapped in strips of cloth that could no longer be distinguished, and slowly closed their eyes.

"Bastard! All lie down." The Black Hawk Army lieutenant suddenly saw this scene and was lying down.

A second later, there was a loud "boom" sound, and the fireworks rose seven or eight meters high.

The Black Hawk Army reporter, who was still looking forward to taking the most exciting photos of his life, was filled with flames in his eyes, and his body couldn't help but thrown away with the air waves caused by the explosion.

He flew out for more than ten meters. When he landed, his body was twisted abnormally and his neck turned at least 180 degrees.

There were five long-handled grenades under Gouwa, and behind the platoon leader, there was a grenade box with more than twenty grenades inside. Before leaving, he had decided to live and die with his platoon brothers and ask the company commander to stay, as they would be the heavy weapon for their last guarding position.

That was the only heavy weapon left in the entire company. The infantry company commander who was responsible for covering the evacuation of the entire regiment was left with tears and a pack of cigarettes to the platoon under his command who could no longer retreat with the army. The most elite infantry platoon under his command was left with the most elite infantry platoon under his command.

A total of more than twenty grenades, and the TNT explosive with a total weight of more than two kilograms exploded at the same time. The power was never smaller than a mountain cannon shell. It was within a radius of twenty meters. The Black Hawk Army, which had not had time to rest, was almost all blown away by the air waves generated by the explosion.

Needless to say, the eight kingdom soldiers sitting together in the center of the explosion were all gone, and their bodies remained.

But this time, they were really good enough. Including the soldier who had lost his eyes and was a little upset that he had not good enough.

Including the Black Hawk Army reporter whose neck was twisted by the air waves, more than a dozen Black Hawk Army flew seven or eight meters away, and many of them were even without blood.

But judging from their motionless bodies, it was obviously more terrifying than being injured by shrapnel. Explosives, air waves formed by violent explosions, are the main ways to kill people.

The dead Black Hawk Army reporter didn't know that he took the most exciting photos of his life and he became famous, but not in this war, but after the war.

He died, but the camera was miraculously preserved, and the film that had been photographed was magically undamaged. As his relics, his son washed out the last photo his father took before his death after he became an adult.

Shocked the whole world.

Although he didn't have time to dodge the explosion at the prompt of Second Lieutenant Xing's roar, he shook his hand and pressed the shutter, taking the last image of the eight wounded soldiers of the Kingdom. Between them, the explosion flames had already poked out. The body of the soldier pressing the grenade was about to split, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He is smiling.
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