The night faded and dawn came. The noisy overnight position gradually became quiet, with only sporadic gunshots left, and the pale white mist covered the broken position of the Sixty-first Division. Looking around, the bodies piled up into a hill, extremely tragic.

The young communication soldiers of the Third Battalion were stumbled on the messy battlefield, and from time to time they were tripped to the ground by the corpses lying on the ground. His legs were covered with mud stained with blood, wet and looked embarrassed.

Looking at the deadly position, the young communication soldier's face turned pale, and there were dead people everywhere. He had never seen a living person along the way. Did they all die? The communication soldier's eyes were a little red and swollen.

"Hey, boy, do you have any smoke?" When the young communication soldier stood blankly, looking around in search of the living person, a sound came from the pile of corpses next to him.

The communication soldier hurriedly turned his head and looked at him. More than ten meters to the left, a man with a military uniform that was broken by a blowout was lying in the pile of corpses and talking to him with his eyes open. The man had a shocking blood groove on his face, and the blood solidified into a dark red and covered with smoke and dust.

Seeing that there were living people on the position, the young communication soldier was stunned for a moment and suddenly became excited. He hurriedly trotted over and said, "I am the communication soldier of the Third Battalion Chen Guangqing. I will find you Company Commander Zhou Fugui. I have the latest orders in the battalion. Do you know where he is?"

"I am Zhou Fugui, the company commander of the company's replenishment company." Lao Yangui stretched out his withered hand and asked, "Is there any cigarette? Let's have one."

The old smoker's dry tobacco pole fell to where it fell during the hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese last night. Now that the war has stopped, I feel powerless all over and want to smoke a cigarette to lift my spirit.

The communication soldier did not expect that the person in front of him, who was covered in rags, was the company commander of the company of the company, Zhou Fugui, who gave him a military salute. After taking out a military salute, he quickly took out half a box of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to the old cigarette gun.

A stinging match was ignited, and Lao Yangui sniffed a cigarette suddenly, leaned back against the body, showing a satisfied expression: "The smoke is good." He said that, and kicked the rest into his pocket.

"Sit down and talk, it's easy to be a target when standing." Old smoker sucked the cigarette, maybe because of the cigarette, he kindly reminded the young communication soldier.

The correspondent Chen Guangqing was shocked and sweated coldly when he heard Lao Yangui's words. He immediately squatted down and expressed his gratitude to Lao Yangui. He was originally a battalion commander's orderly soldier, and all the correspondents in the battalion died, so the temporary substitute came to the bench and did not understand the rules of the battlefield at all.

"Tell me, what orders are there in the camp?" Lao Yanqiu asked in a comfortable position leaning against the body.

The correspondent soldier Chen Guangqing remembered his purpose here and hurriedly answered: "The battalion commander told you to persevere until dark, and reinforcements will come up when the time comes, and we can take it down."

"Okay, I understand." Lao Yanqiu waved to the communications soldier, indicating that he knew.

The communication soldier looked at the deadly position, then looked at the only one of Lao Yangui who was breathing. He immediately didn't know where Lao Yangui's confidence came from. Could it be that he was crazy about gaining and losing his heart. When he went back, he had to report the situation here with the battalion commander.

Watching the communications soldiers crawling towards the company's position next to them, the old smoker spitted smoke rings in his mouth, looking at the gray sky, damn, it's just morning, I have to persevere until dark, and I don't know if the company still exists at that time.

"Fatty Tian, ​​please don't sleep anymore. Go and get some food for everyone." After smoking a cigarette, Lao Yangui suddenly felt hungry. He threw the cigarette butt into the mud and shouted in a hoarse voice at the bunker not far away.

The body of the Japanese who blocked the Tibetan Bing Cave was pushed away, and the fat man Tian San's fat body came out of the Tibetan Bing Cave. He leaned over to Lao Yanbing and showed a bitter look: "Company Commander, do you let me get food there in this wilderness ridge?"

Originally, they were equipped with some mixed grain cakes in the camp, but they didn't know if they could survive, so they would rather be a full devil than a starving devil. Before the war started, they ate all the selves. Now that people are alive, they have nothing to eat, and the old smoke gun is also worried.

At this moment, a clay man climbed up from the crater, looked at the worried fat man and the old smoker and said, "The dead Japanese should have food."

Fatty Tian San showed a look of embarrassment on his face and looked at Ni Ren and said, "Even the deputy, that's all the things that are dead..." Fatty always felt a little unlucky about eating dead people.

Without caring about the squeamish fat man, Yang Ling walked straight to a Japanese corpse whose belly was broken into a big hole, flipped it over, untied his backpack, and poured out all the things inside.

Lao Yangui looked at the embarrassing fat man and stretched out his leg and kicked him: "Go and help quickly."

After a fierce battle last night, the remaining soldiers of No. 33 of the Company have been brutal baptized and are now alive. In this way, the living people suffer more than the dead, and they have to work hard to survive. If they die, they will be completely destroyed.

Although the supplementary system suffered heavy losses, the Japanese lying on their positions also suffered many casualties. Yang Ling set up a grenade minefield in advance and directly killed at least twenty Japanese soldiers. Now the incomplete corpses are still there.

The Japanese did not get any benefits in the close-knit melee combat. The remaining soldiers fought with the Japanese with the determination to die. As long as they had a breath, they would never give up killing the enemy. Most of the remaining soldiers were unable to find their bodies after they died. Most of them fired grenades before they died and died together with the Japanese.

The remaining soldiers knew that they could not stop the Japanese, so they thought about killing one and killing two to earn one. They didn't even think about going back alive. Even the survivors still had this idea.

They don’t know much about patriotism, but they know that this is a national war and that they cannot be a deserter to embarrass the elders of their hometown, so they would rather die with the Japanese than be a deserter. They cannot afford to lose that person.

The fragrance of rice porridge floated on the positions of corpses everywhere. The hungry soldiers didn't care about the rice porridge they had to roll, and directly held the bowl and sent it to their mouths, screaming hot.

The Japanese soldiers are not only well-equipped, but also have good food. They also carry dry food for several days during marching and fighting. They have five or six hundred grams of rice and staple foods like biscuits every day, as well as sugar, jerky and other things, which not only ensures physical energy consumption but also ensures nutrition to a certain extent.

However, even the Central Teaching Corps of the Chinese Army cannot guarantee two dry meals a day. When there is no combat, most of the time it will be two meals a day, one dry and one sparse. Local troops are even worse and worse. What can they eat when they have any food? During combat, they can eat steamed buns and eat mixed grain cakes with various rice bran. Not to mention nutrition, they basically eat the first meal without the next meal.

"Damn it, the Japanese eat better than our village landlord Liu Laocai." Luo Dayong licked the bottom of the bowl while sighing.
Chapter completed!