The date was written next to the telegram, and it was still warm. The order was issued when the assault team and the first echelon crossed the river, but it finally reached Yu Xiaoqing's hands now.
Yu Xiaoqing looked at the telegram in his hand, and then at Tang Ji who was out of breath after running over.
"What's the meaning?"
"What? What do you mean? The order clearly states that the attack is to stop immediately. Do you want me to make it clearer?"
"I asked you what you meant by this?!"
"This order didn't come from me. It came from the higher-ups, the higher-ups. Do you understand? Nephew Yu, this is the rule for us soldiers. You don't understand what it means to obey orders, do you?"
"Me! Me (qu) your mother?!"
At this moment, explosions were heard again on the other side of the river, and they continued. Yu Xiaoqing looked with his eyes wide open, looking at the other side of the fog that he could not see clearly.
Behind the second line of defense, halfway up the mountain, Shuo Yu's hands were covered in blood. He had just removed a bullet from the arm of a man whose face he couldn't see. The lingering taste of alcohol in his mouth made his tongue feel like it was on fire.
In such a crude and even dirty operating environment, the only disinfection tools he had were a small bottle of alcohol and his long wind.
Behind a big rock, a voice of death was yelling,
"Is it done? Is it working?"
"Dynamite!"
Everyone knew that it meant not yet. Shuoyu crawled on the ground tightly, and the pebbles were spinning around his belly, turning around and around. No one was born to do this.
It's just that they are here now.
The shockwaves from the explosion were more devastating than the Japanese soldiers who were trying to charge across the trenches. The Manchus and Hans huddled on the ground, covering their heads with their arms, but there was nothing they could do. The space they were in was only wide enough for the surviving bastards to use their soles to find the shoulders of the other bastards.
It's just a small space.
A grenade was thrown around Man Han, but the guy was still busy burying his head in the ground and shivering. When Shuo Yu passed by, he followed the direction of the grenade and threw it back before the gunpowder inside could react. The explosion sounded next to his ears.
For a moment he couldn't hear anything until someone shouted for a doctor and he came back to consciousness.
He pulled up the Manchu man who was still struggling in the mud with one hand, and quickly retreated to shoot at the Japanese soldiers over there. At the same time, he pulled the cloth on his body that was still intact to stop the bleeding of the guy under his command, and fed him a painkiller before going somewhere else.
The fog in front of them was slowly dissipating, and soon it would disappear until there was nothing left. Then they would all die. Everyone knew this, including their leader.
But the thick fog ahead still made it impossible to see anything, and it was still spitting out countless Japanese soldiers at them. Milong started yelling at Doubing to reload him with ammunition. What Mr. Yu said was right, as long as they had water and bullets, their weapons would not be in vain, and they had indeed saved the lives of many of them.
When Shuo Yu was pulled over, he looked at the dog holes that were dug and blown up by Snake Butt Li Wula and his gang with bombs. The whites of their eyes were particularly prominent, like highlights made with chalk. The people who dug the holes kept sacrificing themselves, but they kept filling in the gaps.
There were still the remaining first-tier team members in the gasoline barrel, including Master Mai, who had not yet come out. Shuo Yu hoped that when Master Mai saw this scene, he would not shout his God to the sky.
It seemed like enemies were rushing towards them from almost every direction. Fanla's nose was bleeding, which was caused by the shock wave of their own explosives.
When Shuo Yu was being dragged by Kang Ya, he still wanted to break free because he had wounded soldiers waiting for him. However, he was also a member of the commando team, and he was the only one in the team who could speak Japanese.
As Kang Ya dragged him along, his shirt had already become a belly-exposing top, his skin touching the ground without any hindrance. Then, he flicked back a Japanese hand grenade that had landed at his feet like a perfect parabola without hesitation.
The discovery that their enemy was closer to them than a grenade was a real teeth-grinding realization.
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