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Volume 1: On the Songhua River Chapter 117: A Song of Red on the River

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    Chapter 117 A song full of red

    Tang Qiuli caught Shan Hu's body, "Shan Hu! Shan Hu!" He shouted desperately, his voice filled with traces of blood and tears, echoing in the cave, as if the life that was passing by could be recovered in the sound of the call.  Came back suddenly.

    At this time, Shan Hu's originally dark and red face turned pale and pale, his lips were tightly closed, and his steel-hard body was leaning softly in Tang Qiuli's arms. The five gunshot wounds on his body were still bleeding with bright red blood.  .

    Tang Qiuli's eyesight turned black, and a boundless fear gripped his heart tightly, making him almost breathless.

    The soldiers directly under the Guards all know the deep relationship between the captain and the commander. It is a relationship that is better than blood brothers and is stronger than blood relationship.

    The soldiers were all stunned by the commander's demeanor. The commander's face was pale and his eyes were dull, as if he was a body without a soul.

    An inaudible moan woke up Tang Qiuli from his dazed state. Shan Hu's thick eyebrows were tightly knitted in pain. He put his head close to Shan Hu's chest and listened carefully. His strong and powerful heart was still beating vigorously.  .

    This guy is not dead yet!  Tang Qiuli seemed to have just returned to the solid shore under the cliff. How could the mountain tiger die so easily?  This guy scares me to death!

    He left four soldiers behind, used a first-aid kit to give Shan Hu an emergency bandage, and ordered them that no matter what happened outside, they were not allowed to take a step away from Captain Huang, even if it cost their own lives.

    Then, he grabbed a light machine gun and rushed to the entrance of the cave like a whirlwind. Shanhu's injury made his anger burn to an incomparable level. Battle followed closely behind him.

    At the entrance of the cave, bullets were still flying and fire was blazing. Tang Qiuli glanced at the battlefield and saw a scene he would never forget.

    Nearly a hundred soldiers suddenly rushed out of the cave where the mortar team was camping. Two men controlled a mortar and quickly set up the gun position. Then, one after another, the mortar shells were fired at the Japanese firepower point on the hill.  .

    The enemy's firepower point, in the flames of the explosion, the mutilated corpses, together with the weapons in their hands, flew into the sky, and they became mute one after another, and could no longer spray life-threatening metal projectiles.

    The Japs were stunned by this sudden turn of events. However, the mortar fired only one shell before being covered by the firepower of the Japs' submachine guns. The soldiers were shot one after another and fell to the ground silently, with their bright red youthful blood staining their bodies.  The hometown of Xia.

    A seriously wounded soldier struggled to put a shell into the barrel. The muzzle flashed and a Japanese machine gun flew into the sky. Then, the soldier was hit by more evil bullets, and his young body  On top of it, gorgeous blood flowers bloomed, like unyielding life making its final gorgeous curtain call.

    This is the only mortar that fired two shells. Among the sudden strikes of the entire mortar, only this mortar sprayed out an extra stream of angry flames. This is an ordinary soldier.  Use your life as your final swan song!

    Taking advantage of the weakening of the enemy's firepower, in the cave where the special detachment and anti-tank gun troops camped, the soldiers seized this opportunity in exchange for the lives of their comrades, rushed out of the cave, quickly seized the powerful terrain, and started a confrontation with the enemy.  shoot.

    Finally, I¡¯m no longer stuck in a hole and beaten by little devils!  However, dozens of soldiers still fell in this short distance, and the remains of the soldiers were covered with the hillside from a distance of tens of meters.

    Tang Qiuli also led the remaining thirty or so soldiers directly under the guard, rushed out of the cave entrance, and quickly occupied the hillside above the cave entrance. More than thirty grenades flew towards the Japanese position, blasting it into flames.  Flashing, gravel jumping, shrapnel flying.

    The battle situation is developing in a direction that is beneficial to the Blood Hands. After all, they are no longer sealed in the cave and blocked, and all personnel and weapons can be used.

    But the situation is still not optimistic. The Japs have too many troops. On the Japs position on the opposite hillside, there are countless firing points in the night sky, shining like ghost eyes, where hundreds of Japs submachine guns are spraying rain of bullets.

    Dense bullets hit the rocks, causing sparks to shoot out. The sound of automatic weapons firing, like a sudden rainstorm, resounded throughout the valley. This shows the intensity and ferocity of the enemy's firepower, coupled with the fact that the enemy soldiers are well-trained.  , The marksmanship is precise and sophisticated, which puts great pressure on the troops, making it impossible to break through.

    Time, the most beneficial thing for the Japanese is time. They can entangle the Bloody Hands, summon a large number of reinforcements, and surround themselves. Then, it is only a matter of time before their entire army is annihilated.

    It is simply impossible to escape from the fighting and break through. Now, the battlefield has become a stalemate. If we want to force a breakout, it is equivalent to showing our back to the Japanese. The troops will suffer heavy casualties and consume a lot of ammunition.

    That¡¯s rightEven those who can break through the encirclement with the lightly and seriously wounded will be consumed bit by bit by the Japanese in the constant pursuit. What's more, can they survive the current situation?

    Three to four hundred Japs broke through the resistance of the soldiers and finally rushed into the cave where the mortar unit camped. Inside the cave, there were only sporadic gunshots fired back. Soon, the gunshots disappeared, and the Japs cheered like wolf howls.  , mixed with shouts of "Half a time, half a time!"

    The soldiers of the mortar unit were all wiped out by the Japs. Tang Qiuli and the others could only watch helplessly as their comrades were slaughtered by the Japs, but they could do nothing. The deep pain was like a poisonous snake biting and returning.  The hearts of living warriors.

    Suddenly, the cheers of the Japanese turned into horrified shouts. There was a loud noise, like a volcano erupting or the earth cracking. A fire dragon suddenly burst out of the cave. The brilliant fire light illuminated every corner of the valley.

    The Japs' bodies were reduced to ashes in the blazing flames, and a large amount of gravel flew out and fell overwhelmingly on the Japs' position. This was an indiscriminate attack. The Japs were smashed into confusion, and their heads were bleeding.  There were countless injured, the loud noise echoed in the mountains for a long time, and the flames could not dissipate for a long time.

    It was the surviving soldier of the mortar unit who detonated all the mortar shells and died together with three to four hundred Japanese.

    The soldiers used their young lives to ignite the flames of revenge. Their souls floated in the May night sky in Kanto. Their heroic spirits will forever guard this homeland that was born and raised here, but has suffered many hardships!

    Tang Qiuli closed his eyes in pain. The scene that just happened left a deep and indelible mark on his heart.

    He completely forgot about the bullets whizzing around him, his eyes were red, and all the fucking tactical moves, go to hell, he was holding a light machine gun, just shooting, kept shooting, and everything was thrown at his feet.  The empty magazine and the dancing flame from the muzzle were like his silent language.

    Bullets flew around, hitting the rocks under their feet, emitting little sparks, and hitting the green pine trees behind them. The first green leaves and branches full of water vapor fell one after another.

    It hit his arm, and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed. A guard rushed over and stood in front of him. His young body was immediately hit by the dense rain of bullets, and he fell at his feet with a smile.

    A bullet hit his left leg, and he knelt on one knee, the light machine gun in his hand still spraying angry bullets.

    Another guard jumped on him and fell down after being hit by a Japanese bullet. The guards rushed forward one after another to cover their most respected commander. In the fierce battle, they did not forget their duties and used their strong bodies to  , built a human bunker for Tang Qiuli to protect him from fatal injuries.

    Next to Tang Qiuli, eight guards had fallen. Their hot blood dyed the green pine branches and tender pine leaves red.

    Tang Qiuli's heart has become numb, he has lost all feeling, his tears have dried up, too many soldiers have been sacrificed, his heart has been completely soaked in pain and sorrow, and he is only filled with anger and resentment towards the little Japanese.

    Facing the rain of bullets, he recited loudly: "The fury is soaring into the crown, and the misty rain has stopped at the balcony. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, the heart is strong. Thirty years of fame are dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."

    ??Driving a long car to break through the gap in Helan Mountain.  The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.  Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!  "

    The sound is getting louder and louder, and the tone is getting higher and higher. Amidst the deafening gunfire, passing through the thick smoke and layers of bullet rain, it is clearly transmitted into the hearts of every soldier.

    The soldiers know that the commander is still alive. He is a god in their hearts. In the rain of bullets, he is still so heroic and high-spirited. Infected by Tang Qiuli's pride, even the timid and coward will become fearless.  warriors, not to mention none of the warriors of the Bloody Hands is a coward!

    Of course the Japanese couldn't understand what Tang Qiuli was shouting, but the small Chinese force on the opposite side, which had been heavily besieged and was in a desperate situation, suddenly burst out with a strong momentum. This momentum was indomitable and full of determination.  The momentum of a bloody fight to the end.

    There was a vague chill in the hearts of the Japanese. What kind of troops were on the opposite side? Under such circumstances, the fighting spirit was not diminished, the morale of the soldiers was not lost, and the fighting spirit was like a rainbow. What a terrible opponent!

    The east has gradually turned white, and the bloody battle lasted all night. Although the Japanese were not killed, there were more than a thousand Japanese who fell under the guns of the soldiers and were killed in the caves, which was enough.

    The massive blood loss from the wound made him feel weak and cold all over. Stars flashed in front of his eyes from time to time, and he almost fell down several times.

    In his heart, Tang Qiuli held the belief that he would die, so he let me and myBrothers and comrades, let¡¯s fight to the death together on the battlefield!

    Qiuquan, who was in another position, was always paying attention to Tang Qiuli. Looking at his shaking body, he knew that Xiaoqiu was injured. His eyes burned anxiously. He tried to rush over several times, but failed. Instead,  His shoulder was scratched by a bullet. Fortunately, it only scratched the surface and did not affect his movement.

    A mortar shell, with a long scream, suddenly exploded next to Tang Qiuli, and the smoke completely enveloped him.

    In the distance, Qiuquan witnessed the shell hitting Tang Qiuli. His heart felt cold and he shouted in despair: "Xiaoqiu!" There was even a hint of blood in his voice.

    Tang Qiuli felt that his body was as light as a feather, flying up into the sky, and suddenly fell into the boundless darkness.

    Before he lost consciousness, there were countless voices calling for the commander in his ears, and in front of him were the smiling faces of Xiaoling and I.
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