Don't Look Back When Your Hair Is White, You're All Old Friends!
Amidst the deafening artillery fire, Red Four Company once again repelled the enemy's attack.
However, there was no time for them to catch their breath. The second wave of attacks was about to arrive.
In this tragic sniper battle, the enemy had already discovered that they were facing a tough nut to crack. Therefore, the three companies took turns to attack and did not give Red Fourth Company a chance to breathe.
The losses of the 4th Company were too heavy. The company commander Liu Hongen had already rushed to the battlefield with the platoon of guards.
Zhang Mu Feng continued to move through the smoke-filled battlefield, and the soldiers beside him fell one after another.
He stabbed the rifle bayonet in his hand into the chest of a Japanese soldier, but it was stuck and could not be pulled out.
Rumble!
At this moment, Zhang Mufeng suddenly heard a different sound in the dense artillery fire.
Rumble!
Hearing this voice, his pupils instantly dilated.
He turned his head and saw two roaring tanks ramming into the camp.
Who would have thought that the Japanese in front of them would not only send three companies and two artillery platoons, but also two tanks!
"There's a tank! Be careful to hide!"
He only had time to roar,
However, he realized that the barrel of one of the tanks was pointed at him.
Bang!
Whoosh!
In the thick white smoke, a cannonball flew straight at him with an ear-piercing whistle.
And for the first time, he didn't have time to dodge.
"Platoon leader! Dodge!"
The scene almost fell into slow motion.
At the same time that Zhang Mufeng roared, an even rougher voice came from beside him.
Li Tieniu's tanned face was filled with malevolence.
The moment the shell was about to explode, he seemed to have turned into a real big iron bull.
He dashed over and knocked Zhang Mufeng away.
Boom!
The artillery shell exploded.
The two of them flew out.
The moment Zhang Mufeng landed on the ground, he bounced twice and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he ran over and pulled Li Tieniu into the trench.
The Li Tieniu in his hand was very light.
Half of his body was gone, and his chest was blown up.
His tanned face was stained red with blood.
"Little Platoon Leader, why can't I see you?”
Li Tieniu's hands were fumbling in the air. His eyes were blinded by the shock.
"I'm here!"
Zhang Mufeng held his hand expressionlessly,
Li Tieniu smiled.
"How long will the platoon leader have to wait?”
Zhang Mufeng looked up at the sky, but he could no longer see it. It was covered in smoke. "Soon, we're almost done."
"That's good."
Li Tieniu's lifeless eyes were unfocused, but it was as if he had seen someone.
Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth from his shattered internal organs.
"Platoon leader, that letter must be…Give it to my mother!"
"I, Iron Bull, will sleep first."
Zhang Mufeng lowered his head. The fingers on his hand that was holding Iron Bull turned white. His voice was trembling.
"Go to sleep. I will send the letter to your mother.”
Seeing that Li Tieniu did not respond, Zhang Mufeng silently picked up the gun in his hand.
He flipped over and leaped out, and the bullets in his gun scattered as if they were venting.
"Zhao Shitou! Prepare the mortars at nine o'clock, 150 meters away!”
"Beat him up!"
Zhang Mufeng roared and rushed forward, reporting the position of one of the tanks.
There were still four mortars in the 4th Company, but only one with a gunner.
Zhao Shitou desperately adjusted the height of the cannon barrel and loaded a cannonball into it.
"Fire!"
Boom!
The shell only hit the side of the tank. The tank paused for a moment and then moved again.
Zhang Mufeng had a bunch of grenades hanging on his body. Seeing that the tank was still moving, he only said one sentence.
"Shi Tou, I don't care what method you use. This tank is yours, I will blow up the other one!”
Zhao Shitou looked at the cannon in his hand with bloodshot eyes and cursed in a low voice,
"Motherf * cker! Who's afraid of who!"
Then, he carried the mortar and charged forward like a madman.
The enemy seemed to have noticed his intentions, and the bullets focused on him.
Da da!
In that short 50 meters, Zhao Shitou seemed to have been shot into a sieve.
He held on to his last breath, set up the mortar, adjusted the direction, and looked at the tank that was less than 50 meters away.
He cracked a smile.
"F * ck, I don't believe I can't blow you up at such a close distance!”
Boom!
The artillery shell was fired, and sparks exploded on the tank's body. The tank that had been wreaking havoc finally stopped.
The last breath in Zhao Shitou's heart also dissipated.
He collapsed to the ground weakly. In the last moment of his consciousness, he saw the sparks from the explosion of another tank.
"Little Willow, don't wait!"
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On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Red Fourth Company fell one after another.
Looking at the fallen figures on the screen, all the soldiers in the military hall had red eyes.
It was too tragic!
Old Marshal Liu Hongen, this old marshal who had shed blood but not tears his entire life, had tears streaming down his old face.
He had once seen his soldiers fall one by one on that battlefield.
Now, he was sitting here and watching it again.
Don't look back when you're old. When you look back, you're all old friends!
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The old marshal clutched his chest in pain, his heart wrenching.
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