A feeling of powerlessness deeply stimulated him. It has been a long time since he felt this way.

Meng Fan looked up at the dark night sky. This was only the first day. If reinforcements still couldn't get the consequences, the consequences would be unimaginable.

...

On the position, Bula hurried in the trench tunnel, staring at a half-wet cigarette in his hand, staring alone in a daze. This was handed to him by the veteran during the day. Now he still vaguely remembered the soldier's honest smile in his mind, but in the end he didn't even leave a complete body.

"I'm sorry to your mother in the room, Xiao Dongyang who was killed by a thousand swords." Bula cursed secretly, took out a match with his trembling hands and lit the cigarette, and a heavy sigh came from his mouth.

"I'll keep smoking in the ditch for me to hide in the ditch, so don't show up! Don't be a target for Xiao Dongyang."

In fact, smoking is not allowed at the frontier positions at night, but now everyone is under a lot of pressure, and it is not spicy and it does not stop them. After all, cigarettes are the only thing that can be relieved on the battlefield now. A sense of powerlessness deeply stimulated him. It has been a long time since he felt this way.

Meng Fan looked up at the dark night sky. This was only the first day. If reinforcements still couldn't get the consequences, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Youngest, send a few more secret whistles out, and give highlights to your tricks. Beware that Xiao Dongyang will come up quietly." Bula called a company commander and ordered seriously.

"I know the battalion commander, I'll make arrangements right away." The youngest nodded and ran out immediately.

Because they were transferred by Long Wenhua, their troops were only more than 900 here, and the losses during the day now were only about 600 people left on the position.

If the Japanese army knew their background, it would be dangerous. They would directly attack endlessly like during the day. It would be difficult for people to deal with this calmly.

If the firepower that erupted during the day made the Japanese a little afraid of being attacked, with the desperate attitude of the Japanese commander on the opposite side, it would probably be that the Shuangfeng Mountain position had changed hands now.

However, even so, the situation suddenly went down. The reserve ammunition was already seriously insufficient, and the mortars were no longer so unscrupulously. The battle situation in the future would only become more and more difficult.

Taking advantage of the night's truce, Meng Fanye sent people to move out a large number of rifles from the Japanese warehouse, and many soldiers even used the Japanese 38th cloak.

Bula looked at the bullet bag on his chest, and including the Thomson magazine in his hand, he had less than 60 submachine gun bullets left, and it took only a few minutes to shoot it.

I was helpless and just picked a 38-style from the pile of guns and carried it on my back, and then took some 6.8 ammunition for an emergency.

If everyone changed to Japanese equipment, maybe it would be a while.

"Gu...gu...gu,gugu"

Just as he was thinking about it, a few "birds cry" suddenly came from outside the position. They learned how the Japanese heard the sound transmission. Three long and two short means there is danger ahead!

All the soldiers leaning on the front of the position became alert. No one spoke at this moment. Everyone just leaned silently on the sandbags and started to pick up the weapons in their hands.

Bula's eyes narrowed and he winked at the youngest not far away.

The latter understood and took out a US-made m7 grenade launcher from his body and quickly loaded a flare on it.

"call out……"

With a sharp roar, the flare slowly rose into the air with a dazzling dark red flame, and the ground ahead instantly shone like daylight.

Everyone looked closely and saw that in front of the position, except for the few secret whistles that were lying motionless on the ground, dozens of Japanese soldiers appeared quietly crawling on the ground and groping forward. Under the light of the flares, their movements were extremely clear.

"The turtle lid... I'm really here to touch the camp!"

Bu La immediately raised the rifle in his hand, aimed the sight ahead and shouted loudly: "Get me on!"

It was impossible for the team of more than 3,000 people to march on the road. Ayi divided the troops into three parts. He personally led the battalion with the strongest combat effectiveness to take the lead and rushed to Lashio in the heavy rain.

The cold rain made the soldiers soaked, and even their shoes were filled with water. It was very uncomfortable to walk, but they gritted their teeth and persevered without complaints, because everyone knew how serious the mission was.

The dirt road became muddy by heavy rain. In order not to be affected by the silt in the low-lying areas, the entire engineering regiment moved forward with the gentle slopes on both sides of the road. Although it was not easy to walk, it was better than the dirt road with one foot and one mud pit.

"Ah...Oh!"

A famous soldier carrying ammunition box in the team slipped his feet and fell to the ground accidentally, and had an intimate contact with the ground.

He didn't care about the mud and water all over his body, so he quickly stood up and tried to pick up the ammunition box that fell to the ground. Perhaps because he was too anxious to stand firm, he was knocked down by the slippery mud.

He was about to fall and eat shit, and one hand quickly reached out to hold him. The soldier turned his head and shouted, "Thank you... Hey... the regiment commander?"

"Be careful, you're ready to stand."

"Yes!" Unexpectedly, it was the regiment commander, and the soldier was immediately excited.

Ayi reminded him, and there was no previous dodging and disconfidence on his firm face. He stood in the middle of the team and raised his arms and shouted: "Everyone is working hard, and I will try to arrive at Lashio tomorrow morning. Brothers in the first group are still waiting for us!"

"yes!"

"I know the leader!"

The soldiers agreed, and their steps could not help but speeded up a little.

Most of the soldiers of the Engineering Corps are composed of the supplementary regiment that came later, almost all of them are from Sichuan. They are a serious Sichuan army. Although they lack training and military quality, they are generally low, but there is absolutely nothing to say about hardship and perseverance.

In the evening, the heavy rain finally stopped gradually. After an afternoon of marching, the pioneer part of the engineering regiment had already walked nearly 50 kilometers. Ayi decided to rest on the spot first, seize the time to eat and replenish his energy and continue to rush. If he followed this speed, he would arrive in Lashio at noon tomorrow at noon.

As night gradually fell, the sky gradually darkened. The soldiers leaned together to eat the cans in their hands, or lay out the moisture-proof mat and lay down to rest.

Although the weapons are not as good as the three main regiments, the auxiliary equipment of the engineering regiment is quite powerful. Each soldier has a combat backpack. In addition to ammunition and food, it also contains various combat supplies, mainly to facilitate them to pave roads, build bridges and station on site in various environments.

Except for the soldiers standing guard, most of them fell asleep. After all, everyone was exhausted after traveling for most of the day.

But at this time, Ayi couldn't sleep at all. He turned on the flashlight and looked at the map intently, and was still racking his brains to plan the subsequent marching route.

It is very difficult and extremely risky to march at night, but if you don’t hurry up, it will probably not arrive tomorrow. This situation of dilemma makes Ayi a little difficult.

"Ayi, it's been a day, you can rest." At this time, the deputy regiment commander Dakui walked to him and sighed and persuaded him. Looking at his old comrades who had been angry all day, he felt a little empathetic.

"Oh... I don't know if I want to mess with them."

As an old brother who came out of the shelter at the beginning, Sichuan Bing Dakui can be said to be the most low-key person among the cannon fodders and was also a relatively reliable person, so Liao Mingyu asked him to serve as a deputy in the Engineering Corps to assist Ayi.

"After two hours, Alla continued to move along the road. If you are slower, you can't drag it. Even if you walk 30 kilometers at night, it's okay."

"You still have to leave? I'm afraid that those kids will not be able to bear it anymore, so I'd better let them sleep more." Da Kui felt very uncomfortable if he didn't look at the soldiers snoring around him.

"There is no time to be trapped. The more you delay, the more dangerous they are, the more you are. Nong knows." Ayi shook his head and surprisingly firmed his thoughts: "I decided so, pass the orders down and prepare for each battalion and company, and then set off in two hours."

In the end, Ayi decided not to waste time and continue moving forward, but what he didn't know was that a unit was running towards them on the way forward.

...

At this moment, on the Shuangfeng Mountain position of Lashio...

A regiment of soldiers who had fought fiercely for a whole day were also rushing to rest. The casualties during the day were counted. More than 260 people were killed in the first and second battalions stationed on Shuangfeng Mountain and seriously injured forty-eight people, most of whom died under the bombardment of the Japanese army.

Nearly 200 minor wounded people remained, because they will continue to be involved in the next battle after a simple bandage.

In addition to the injured soldiers in front, a total of more than 300 seriously injured were arranged to the Japanese military camp, and the regiment health company was treated and taken care of.

"Ahhhh!"

"It hurts so much! Save... Save me."

"This one can't be saved anymore, give him a shot of morphine!"

Meng Fanlai came to the military camp silently. Before he could walk in, he could hear the shrill shouts inside. The smell of blood was mixed with the breath of disinfectant water slowly floated out. The situations facing the severely injured were more difficult and painful than on the battlefield.

On the front line of lack of medical treatment, they can only be given the most basic treatment. Soldiers who were blown off their hands and feet or injured their internal organs basically survived at night. Hemorrhagic shock became the deadliest god of death because they could not perform surgery or transfusions for them. There was really nothing I could do except disinfect and stop bleeding.

More and more corpses covered with cloth heads were carried out, and the archivist in charge of the records struggled to cross out names on the roster, which marked the passing of those lives.

Meng Fan had already regretted it before he even entered the camp. His fingers were deeply trapped in his palms. His heart seemed to twitch deeply at this moment. Even though he had become the regiment commander, he could not calmly face the death of a large number of soldiers under his command.

A feeling of powerlessness deeply stimulated him. It has been a long time since he felt this way.

Meng Fan looked up at the dark night sky. This was only the first day. If reinforcements still couldn't get the consequences, the consequences would be unimaginable.

...

On the position, Bula hurried in the trench tunnel, staring at a half-wet cigarette in his hand, staring alone in a daze. This was handed to him by the veteran during the day. Now he still vaguely remembered the soldier's honest smile in his mind, but in the end he didn't even leave a complete body.

"I'm sorry to your mother in the room, Xiao Dongyang who was killed by a thousand swords." Bula cursed secretly, took out a match with his trembling hands and lit the cigarette, and a heavy sigh came from his mouth.

"I'll keep smoking in the ditch for me to hide in the ditch, so don't show up! Don't be a target for Xiao Dongyang."

In fact, smoking is not allowed at the forefront at night, but now everyone is under a lot of pressure, and it is not spicy and it has not stopped them. After all, cigarettes are the only thing that can be relieved on the battlefield now.

"Youngest, send a few more secret whistles out, and give highlights to your tricks. Beware that Xiao Dongyang will come up quietly." Bula called a company commander and ordered seriously.

"I know the battalion commander, I'll make arrangements right away." The youngest nodded and ran out immediately.

Because they were transferred by Long Wenhua, their troops were only more than 900 here, and the losses during the day now were only about 600 people left on the position.

If the Japanese army knew their background, it would be dangerous. They would directly attack endlessly like during the day. It would be difficult for people to deal with this calmly.

If the firepower that erupted during the day made the Japanese a little afraid of being attacked, with the desperate attitude of the Japanese commander on the opposite side, it would probably be that the Shuangfeng Mountain position had changed hands now.

However, even so, the situation suddenly went down. The reserve ammunition was already seriously insufficient, and the mortars were no longer so unscrupulously. The battle situation in the future would only become more and more difficult.

Taking advantage of the night's truce, Meng Fanye sent people to move out a large number of rifles from the Japanese warehouse, and many soldiers even used the Japanese 38th cloak.

Bula looked at the bullet bag on his chest, and including the Thomson magazine in his hand, he had less than 60 submachine gun bullets left, and it took only a few minutes to shoot it.

I was helpless and just picked a 38-style from the pile of guns and carried it on my back, and then took some 6.8 ammunition for an emergency.

If everyone changed to Japanese equipment, maybe it would be a while.

"Gu...gu...gu,gugu"

Just as he was thinking about it, a few "birds cry" suddenly came from outside the position. They learned how the Japanese heard the sound transmission. Three long and two short means there is danger ahead!

All the soldiers leaning on the front of the position became alert. No one spoke at this moment. Everyone just leaned silently on the sandbags and started to pick up the weapons in their hands.

Bula's eyes narrowed and he winked at the youngest not far away.

The latter understood and took out a US-made m7 grenade launcher from his body and quickly loaded a flare on it.

"call out……"

With a sharp roar, the flare slowly rose into the air with a dazzling dark red flame, and the ground ahead instantly shone like daylight.

Everyone looked closely and saw that in front of the position, except for the few secret whistles that were lying motionless on the ground, dozens of Japanese soldiers appeared quietly crawling on the ground and groping forward. Under the light of the flares, their movements were extremely clear.

"The turtle lid... I'm really here to touch the camp!"
Chapter completed!