My team leader My team Chapter 64???? When he was at the same height as us, we found that Yu Xiaoqing looked very gloomy and tired, even with a kind of suppressed madness. We noticed the bloodstains on his body, but it wasn't anything unusual at this time and place.

  Yu Xiaoqing said to Si La Si La: "Don't mind the Sichuan Army Regiment, come and be the regiment commander of my main force regiment."

  Everyone was shocked, but Yu Xiaoqing stared at the dead body, opened his hand and let the dead body see the blood on his hand. "Former main force regimental commander, my brother Shen Qing, managed Jiang's defense to be tight outside and loose inside, and he himself lost his composure in front of the formation. I just went to suppress him and was killed by him."

  A moment of silence, Yu Xiaoqing's expression made the cannon fire seem far away from us. Yu Xiaoqing suddenly shook his head, looking stunned, and then shook his head at himself, "No, I won't get blood on me when I kill someone. The blood on my body was stained when I hugged Shen Qing."

  That guy is now both fragile and crazy, we are silent, not because his injuries have moved us, but he can do anything now, we are afraid.

  "Yes, as you said, Cen Qing is not wrong, he just trusted his older brother too much who only knows how to train soldiers but not cultivate people. The main force battalion was given to you, and you were the first person I heard shouting for a counterattack."

  "Dead, dead, voice very low," "...still trust the Sichuan army."

  Now we are no longer surprised by Yu Xiaoqing, but by the death of death, Yu Xiaoqing is also surprised, and combined with anger.

  "The main force doesn't need you to do those despicable things anymore, you can devote yourself wholeheartedly to what you should be doing." This advice made Yu Xiaoqin furious, because he never gave advice, and with a gaze that looked at us as if we were trash, "You are a genius at close combat, this skill is not for dealing with rascals and bureaucratic nitpicking."

  They died and died looking at us, but we absolutely didn't dare look up at them.

  "Brainless Xing Tian, I've already given it to you. I owe a debt, and if I don't pay, someone will lose their head." Diedie said. I looked up at him then. Just in time, he caught my eye and flashed me a smile that made Yu Xiaoqing even angrier, "Some debt collector told me that I owe the South Heavenly Gate a thousand graves."

  Yu Xiaoqing stopped talking, he himself was surprised that he could say such things, "Alright. Live and die with your Sichuan army. Do you know why I didn't deploy you to the battlefield? Because I'm afraid of the enemy on the opposite bank of the river, Takeyama Yukio, one glance at this pile of rubbish and he'll attack immediately."

  The commander-in-chief, publicly humiliating his own troops, we know that Yu Xiaoqing has already lost his temper. The Yu Corps is the main force, and the background of the dead guy who just gave a cold butt to the hot face of the main force is even more smelly than the sole of a sock.

  And then he retorted, "That's just great. Takeishi struck with a whoosh. Our pile of junk covered them in the river with a whoosh. Then so many unbroken ones, at a glance, were struck and went over the river with a whoosh."

  "Alright." Yu Xiaoqing's tone was even colder than before, "The Kuomintang army, Ji Qi Slope, originally didn't plan to set up a defense line there, but now it seems that Ning is indispensable."

  "Dead Dead said: 'I have no supplies.'"

  Yu Xiaoqing stared at the shameless face in extreme astonishment. He looked at the hand that was stretched out to him, dead to the world.

  "So you're really a sock darner." he said.

  Japanese artillery fire was exploding far away on the riverbank fortifications at Hengling Mountain, and I, along with Dead Dead, Dog Meat, and others sat in Yu Xiaoqing's jeep, together with Old Yu's driver and the vehicle-mounted machine gun - this was our only vehicle. We were taking the captured soldiers towards Jiqi Slope, while Dead Dead continued to study the vehicle-mounted machine gun.

  He died and showed his dignity, with dignity he started asking for food, equipment and soldiers. He asked for the main position and flank protection, asked for flank protection and artillery cover, finally even Yu Xiaoqing's car was taken by him, along with the driver and the machine gun on the car, in the end Yu Xiaoqing had to requisition a transport battalion's truck as a temporary vehicle.

  "Die die die asked me: 'Adjutant, how does this Browning work?'"

  I helped him resolve the stuck process, saying: "We are solid defense, the old-fashioned Mauser is actually better than Browning, no need to change the barrel, as long as there's water and bullets, we can fight to the death."

  That guy is smart and will learn quickly. "Talented. Annoying. Follow me, won't you feel...?"

  He looked at me with a gnashing of teeth and an expression of agony as if to say "Are you kidding me?"

  "It's so unfair."

  I was startled for a moment, "Injustice?!"

  "Stuffed with knowledge that's useful for a lifetime, yet never messy with books, and still spouting coarse language. A scholar who's been beaten for four years but still hasn't died, what a treasure!" He said with a wicked laugh, "Die, die, die!"

  "A foul-mouthed cripple." I said, not looking at him, pretending to be busy putting the machine gun back in place after he had messed with it.

  This is the first time he said something that made me feel warm, not because of praise, I thought it was sarcasm at first, but because he asked if I was wronged, every minute and second I am wronged for myself and the idiots around me, and also because he just chose to share our fate.

  "I'm talking about you," I said.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Why would a traitor like you, who can turn against his own brother and kill him with one slash of the knife, be allowed to live?"

  "...He just didn't know what to do. Even a sharp knife can't be used to chop down a tree stump."

  "Who cares about Xū's surname? I'm talking about you. You're just a cannon fodder."

  "Not for you either." Dead Dead said.

  "Why?" I asked.

  He seemed reluctant to discuss the topic, hastily ending it with "it's supposed to be that way". As we approached Jiqi Slope, he turned around and followed the fleeing remnants of the defeated troops. He immediately found a topic of interest, "I'm telling you, brothers! We're on the eve of battle, but this guy next to me is calling us 'cannon fodder'!"

  What a scoundrel! His mother is so cruel, immediately there was a burst of curses, especially those people from the Dragon's Den, who were already running out of breath, picking up mud and stones to throw at me.

  That guy absolutely didn't just want to humiliate me and then fall over, he even more vigorously shouted: "I like this name! This dead cripple is really good at coming up with names! I'm Dead-la Dead-la! You're all Dead-la Dead-la's Cannon Fodder Squad! A bunch of heaven-killing earth! One cannon fodder follow me to charge!"

  Then he let out that same ghostly howl again, the one he had let out in Burma and at Nantianmen, but this time he wasn't charging forward first. Dog meat took the lead, we shouted "Wah" as we waved our makeshift weapons in the air, seemingly about to trample down that hill we had climbed once before.

  We crawled on all fours along the mountain road.

  The train is not pushed, Mount Tai is not piled up. Don't brag, even if the mountain top has been occupied by the Japanese army now, we can still knock them down like on the South Heavenly Gate. Because we have already decided to die together.

  He almost fell down again but managed to grab onto a small tree, making up for the loss.

  The mountain ridge approaches in our wavering line of sight and heavy breathing.

  As we followed the shadow of dog meat rushing up the mountain ridge, the sound of gunfire that was originally far away suddenly became close to our ears. The firing line crisscrossed on both banks and the river surface, weaving a web of smoke, explosions, and choking gas, making us feel the familiar smell of gunpowder after a long absence. Shells fired from the east bank exploded on the west bank, while shells fired from the west bank burst on the east bank. Japanese planes swooped down from the valley, flying low over our heads. Then machine gun bullets sprayed across the adjacent terrain of the Xiangshan mountain array.

  "Dig in! Take cover!"

  I fell to the ground and started digging a foxhole for myself like everyone else. We were all busy with this, just like a group of moles. Mí Lóng rushed to a tree with his machine gun and found cover, while Dòu Bǐng instinctively lay down in front of him as a human shield, but was punched away by Mí Lóng - his Czech-made gun didn't need a human tripod.

  "Help me dig a hole!"

  My little shovel is flying up and down. Panting and gasping, this kind of low-to-high sprint really takes half a life every time. Hao Shouyi is also busy beside me, panting so hard that you have to worry about him dying on the spot.

  Hao Shouyi urged me: "Take a break... take a break..."?

  I didn't dare stop, and I swung the shovel even harder, "Damn it, I have to dig two!"

  Hao Shouyi panted and said: "......help you......help you......I dug it up, but I won't be able to use it, soon the whole place will be crawling with...wounded people...there are wounded people everywhere."

  I glanced up from my busy work, and there was Deadwood behind the tree using his binoculars. He turned around and gave us a weird look, but that weirdness wasn't directed at us - it was something he brought with him from what he saw through the binoculars.

  "Halt!" he said.

  We who were in the front row have stopped. Those behind us are still digging recklessly, and we who have stopped look at them in bewilderment, while the mysterious dragon with a machine gun slung over its shoulder also turns around, shouting "Don't you shoot at us either?"

  Dead, dead, not even speaking. He started using his telescope again, the cannon fire was very lively, but it didn't fall on us at all, he simply gave up hiding, and we old guys also gathered to watch.

  The firepower that came from the South Heaven Gate almost completely fell on the Henglang Mountain, even if it occasionally fell on our Festive Flag Slope. I'm afraid it was also that dizzy gunner who went blind. Even so, the battlefield was still a one-sided situation - a situation that was completely biased towards the east bank of the river defense. The main force of the Henglang Mountain had built defenses that were more than adequate, and the Japanese artillery and flat fire did not hinder the hidden positions on the Henglang Mountain from firing out a line of fire, shooting and killing the strong crossers who were in disarray on the river surface one by one.

  Yu Xiaoqing had apparently also put his backyard in order, and the grenades and incendiary bombs flew over the Hengluan Mountains, blooming among the Japanese troops who were struggling to advance or retreat on the west bank of the river.

  We can only wear an expression of being stunned, staring blankly.

  If there were Japanese troops on the slope of Jifangpo, we would have pressed them back to eat water in the Nujiang River. But now the whirlpool of the Nujiang River is too enthusiastic and has kept the Japanese troops eating water. Smart people can do stupid things that can make fools angry, Takeishi Ryosuke wrote a perfect article on defense, but he was defeated by a hidden current like a ghost hitting the wall in the river, and their strong crossing force could not gather effectively on the east bank.

  "...they don't even care about us."

  He glared at him and suddenly started yelling: "Get the heavy machine gun on the branch!"

  Then a fight started, and we built a bunker to cover our only two machine guns, the Markov and the M1919. The heavy machine gun squad is now comfortable, they have more than ten idle people serving them.

  That's venting. Judging from the doubled heavy firepower of our troops, the Japanese army on the South Tianmen Gate might give us a glance and then continue to fire angry bullets at the dozens of flat-shooting cannons and hundreds of heavy machine guns on the Henglang Mountain.

  Luojinsheng sat behind his Mauser, firing shot after shot, but all he heard was the empty clicking of the trigger.

  That's quite loud and clear, dong dong dong, dong dong dong.

  Two lines of fire pierced the vast South Tianmen, without any movement, still no one paid attention to us. On the contrary, the concentrated firepower on Henglang Mountain was earth-shaking, and the Japanese army that wanted to force a crossing on the west bank had already been blown away. Now both direct and indirect firepower were concentrated on annihilating the Japanese troops trapped in the river and those who had escaped to the east bank, while the firepower at South Tianmen was focused on Henglang Mountain, trying to regain control of a small part of the attacking forces.

  We had long since ceased to hide and no longer needed to hide, standing like passersby on the slope of the flag-raising hill, watching the crossfire between Hengling Mountain and Nantianmen.

  The dragon nodded its head and said to Luo Jinsheng, "I'll go with you. I'll go with you."

  "Can you? Can you? This is Mauser!" Luo Jinsen said suspiciously.

  "...... Bean cake, put our stuff on!"

  "Die, die, die!" he said: "The submachine gun can't hit it. Wasting bullets."

  The dragon looked at me for help.

  I agree with Dead Dead, saying: "Absolute waste of bullets."

  The dragon's descent was as loud as a stink bomb hitting the ground. And we continued to watch.

  We shouted for the heavenly artillery, but not a single bullet came to our aid. We retreated with our tails between our legs, and we also lost an opportunity that people would have looked up to us for.

  When the Japanese army attacked, the main force regiment had already run away with only one battalion left. This lone battalion managed to hold off the attack that was scattered all over the place. By the time the fleeing troops were rounded up by Yu Xiaoqing and returned to their positions, the outcome had already been decided - the main force regiment took all the credit, while we ended up like the lingering smell of a fart.

  I'm going to die, that guy's face doesn't look good, staring at Jiang Xin and the remaining few Japanese soldiers who are already surrounded.

  The courage to go against the current, the luck of a leaky boat carrying wine - Yu Xiaoqing's words are really apt. He offended the person he shouldn't have for such an empty outcome. I bet he originally wanted to turn things around at Faji Slope, but now he has fallen with us.

  He's dead, he's dead. The unpredictable facial expression finally settled, leaning towards gloominess, and turned into a thunderstorm. He looked back at our expressions, most of us were delighted, while a small portion was bewildered. In any case, this is a joyful thing.

  "Die! Die! Keep saying: 'Lose face! Lose one's life! Lose a dead person!'"

  I said: "Huh, Nujiang is making Japanese dumplings today."

  "We're talking about us! All of us! Shameless! Incompetent! Bastards! Scum! Barbarians! Idiots! Fools! Good-for-nothings! Neither fish nor fowl! A bunch of mixed-up mess!"

  We were all stunned, it's hard to hear someone string together such a profanity-laced sentence, and more importantly, we've never seen him curse so uncontrollably - he always had a filter, but this time he didn't.

  How can this person still mutter: "Is this good...?"

  He was struck from top to bottom with a loud and strange cry, though he didn't jump up at the time, his momentum was as if he had jumped up.

  "You bunch of bastards have probably run away from the Nujiang River by about 50 kilometers! The rabbit's father has to call you 'little mothers'! Do you want to bid farewell to this river? Offer incense or something? The Japanese called the wind that blew away the Yuan Dynasty fleet 'Divine Wind', do you want to call the Nujiang River 'Sacred River'?"

  We made a bad move, we shifted our position and let him see that behind us there were indeed several guys who had already knelt down to worship, with Manhan Mudi at the lead.

  Die die die rush over, connecting two big flying feet, and Manhan and Nidane made a rolling gourd.

  "Don't get up! Kneel down, it's more convenient for others to kick your butt!" He was like a madman, darting around among us. "Relying on the heavens and the earth, gloating over one's own luck, talking about heaven opening its eyes and finally having justice - the weakness of the entire nation! I originally had 100% confidence in pushing him back into the Nujiang River!"

  The snake's butt whispered behind me: "Aren't they all splashing around in the Nujiang River?"

  Die die die staring at me, I quickly dodged and grabbed the snake's butt, "Can't you understand Cantonese?!"

  "Die, die! Say: 'Not the same! He was pressed down by our own hands!'"

  No need for argument: "...or else I'll throw you into the Nujiang River and let you struggle..."?