All night long, they were isolated and helpless, using their few remaining bullets to attack the yellow monkeys that were as numerous as locusts.
Shuoyu probably saw all the artillery shells he had ever seen in his life that night. Fanla beside him explained to him the various types of enemy ammunition and hid in the anti-artillery hole with him.
Occasionally, Shuo Yu took advantage of the gaps in the Japanese attacks and used his bare hands to dig a few barely qualified anti-artillery holes, so that these guys would not really expose their bodies to the enemy's artillery fire and be slaughtered and chopped into pieces.
But in fact, due to the enemy's firing, they had many ready-made shell craters to cover their unfortunate bodies.
"Hey, here, this is a flare!"
Shuo Yu watched as the flare in Fanla's mouth illuminated their position as clearly as daytime, revealing everything. He finally got a good look at their position, and it was completely silent. It was impossible to count how many people were still alive.
After just a moment's observation, he retracted his head, as the sound of artillery shells continued. Shuoyu no longer had a single good nail on his hand. He simply held the gun in his hand in silence. In such a war, it seemed that all he could do was remain silent.
After the enemy's artillery fire came several times, they hid in the shell pits that could accommodate them, avoiding the charge of the Japanese infantry.
Taking advantage of the pause in the artillery fire, Ayi acted more and more like a superior, shouting with his still hoarse voice, "Use the artillery pits for cover! Take cover!" Because in their understanding, the same artillery pit would not be hit by artillery shells twice, and their enemies were not rich.
The veterinarian was lying on the battlefield, searching back and forth for bodies that were still breathing, and the few medical kits he had. Shuo Yu was doing the same thing, but he was collecting weapons from the dead to leave them for the guys who were still breathing. By the way, he also picked up a lot of gas masks, which he found from the little Japanese soldiers. He remembered the specialty of these Japanese devils. Every anti-Japanese war drama must mention "poison gas".
Meng Fanle and Shuoyu broke up and went in two different directions. Fanle went to find their leader.
"There's no one on the Nu River anymore, and the ferry crossing has been cut off by the defenders on the other side. It's over, it's all over!"
There was also a guy not far away who responded to his words, saying the same thing: "I can't go back, I can't go back——!"
"What are you beautiful about?"
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