Wu Fei was stunned by two close-range shells, his mind was blank, his ears seemed to be deaf, and he could only hear a sound, which was buzzing, just like a group of huts flying in front of him.

Only his eyes were normal. He first looked up at the sky, the blue sky, white clouds, and the black smoke circling by the array Chen. After the sunlight was stinging his eyes, Wu Fei lowered his head. What caught his eyes were the rolling sand and stones, and the blood dripping to the ground. Finally, Wu Fei was stimulated by the shocking redness. He shook his head a few times, trying to use this method to drive away the unreality on his body.

"Match...match...light!"

Wu Fei finally heard the first sound besides the buzzing sound. He looked up at the top of the blood dripping in surprise and saw a blood-stained hand stretching towards him, holding a small box in his palm. The dripping blood that he had just seen flowed down from this hand.

Bang!

A subtle voice sounded beside Wu Fei. After that, Wu Fei felt a few pains on his face and neck. When he reached out and touched, he actually touched a few small stone particles, which had the same texture as the rock. He immediately understood that these were fragments that the enemy's bullets hit the rock and splashed out.

Fortunately, the bullet did not hit him, and Wu Fei finally recovered. After subconsciously taking the match from the Blood Hand's hand, he squatted down at the same time, and then turned his gaze to the owner of the Blood Hand.

Li Sanjin himself didn't know how many shots he had been shot, but as a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time, although he was seriously injured, he did not forget his purpose. After struggling to hand the match to Wu Fei, he collapsed with relief.

"Brother Li, Brother Li, you have to hold on!" Looking at Li Sanjin, who was covered in blood and gasping, Wu Fei felt the tip of his nose sore, and a burst of regret and hatred appeared in his heart. If he was more careful and brought a match, Li Sanjin would definitely not be injured.

"Light, light... fire." Li Sanjin lay on the ground, raised his head with difficulty, and was also vaguely calling these two words in his mouth.

"Brother Li, I..." Wu Fei bit his lip, his choked voice with a slight trembling. He did not continue to say anything, but opened the matchbox.

The blood fingerprints on the matchbox were very conspicuous, but the matches inside were not wet with blood. Wu Fei now understood why Li Sanjin kept holding the match high, even though he hadn't noticed him at all, even if he was in extreme difficulties, he never let it go. He was afraid that his blood would wet the match.

Such a brother was seriously injured because of his small mistake. Wu Fei really wanted to kill himself on the rock, but he couldn't do this. He suppressed his regret and the urge to shed tears. Wu Fei picked up a match and stroked it on the edge of the matchbox.

laugh……

A tuft of blue smoke came out of the black match head. With the slight sound, the flames ignited. Wu Fei did not use it to light the torch, but directly faced the fuse.

Silent...

A series of thumping sounds sounded, and a wisp of blue smoke followed the ignited fuse and stretched down from the rock. The smoke on the battlefield was too strong. No one would care about the wisp of blue smoke that was intermittent, and no one would pay attention to the slight noise that was negligible when the fuse burned.

As soon as the fuse was lit, Wu Fei threw down the fire pole, risked being hit, climbed out from behind the rock, grabbed Li Sanjin's hand, and pulled him hard behind the rock.

After a rough examination, Wu Fei found at least four bullet holes on Li Sanjin's body, one on his right shoulder, two on his chest and abdomen, and one on his thigh. Each bullet hole was gushing out blood, especially the two wounds on his chest and abdomen, which could not be pressed.

Wu Fei himself was also injured, so how could he not know that if Li Erjin’s current situation was not treated, he would be dead.

"Brother Li, you must endure it. I will take you down now." In desperation, Wu Fei wanted to pick up Li Sanjin, but he had just recovered from his injuries. How could he be so easy to pick up Li Sanjin, who was much more important than his body. After trying it twice, he couldn't stand up.

"Brother Li, Wu Fei, hide quickly, the Japanese are about to fire!" A brother shouted at the top of his head. Obviously, he saw Wu Fei's plan to get up, and also saw that the Japanese had loaded the third shell and were about to be fired.

Although Wu Fei heard the shouts from above, he was not affected by this. Now he only has one belief, that is, he would take Li Sanjin down anyway and let him be treated. Wu Fei was going to use his life to gain the chance of Li Sanjin's survival, but he never thought that even if he brought the people down, who could save him now in Ermashan? Unless Chen Qiuling, a doctor from the Eighth Division, was on the mountain at this time...

Surprisingly, the third launch of the Japanese infantry artillery did not hit the rock pile position, but shot at several rocks on the steep slope above the position where everyone was hiding. It was obvious that they discovered that the defenders on the position were hiding there.

As a natural back-sloping position, the shells cannot explode there, but this is only relative to the curved cannon, and does not include the Type 92 infantry cannon that can be used as a close-range direct cannon. After two loud explosions, Wu Fei was stunned. The rocks where the brothers were hiding were completely blown up, and they were torn to pieces together with the brothers hiding behind them. Fortunately, three or four clever moves quickly. When they found that the target of the Japanese cannon was the place where they were hiding, they took the risk and slipped down. Although there was a danger of being hit by a bullet, they finally had to save their lives.

Wu Fei was really angry. He couldn't hold Li Sanjin and couldn't take him off the position. He also watched the dozen or so brothers who had just fought side by side with him were smashed by the Japanese guns, which aroused the blood in his bones. After putting Li Sanjin on the ground, he walked out of the back of the rock and helped Makqin who was tilted to the ground, shaking off the dust and gravel on the bullet chain. He was about to go to the bullet warehouse, but he saw a brother lying over and said, "I'll be the deputy archer."

The brother who was talking was also bleeding from blood, and he was obviously injured, but judging from his condition, he should not be seriously injured.

Wu Fei nodded, latched the canvas link, and then grabbed the handle of the gun, put all four fingers on the pressing iron with his right hand, and the muzzle was facing the two Japanese infantry cannons.
Chapter completed!