District 9

Dizziness, severe dizziness filled the brain. Ou Xiaobin fainted after the explosion. It was due to injury, but mostly from fatigue.

Everyone hid in Niutoushan and passed through a large amount of snowy areas. They survived in the extremely harsh outdoor environment for more than a week and had to maintain a forced march.

As the commander, Ou Xiaobin not only had to follow, but also had to worry about countless trivial things. He was really tired and couldn't bear it anymore.

The soldiers carried Ou Xiaobin, and after being chased by the opponent, they had no choice but to hide in a small fuel storage depot with a relatively complete structure. This was specially built for vehicles in the port. It is small in scale and is non-military. architecture.

After entering the room, the soldiers used medical tweezers to remove a rectangular shrapnel the size of a lighter from Ou Xiaobin's abdomen, and used military medical sutures to instantly sew up his wound.

Ou Xiaobin lay down for a while, regained his senses, and asked in a daze: "Where are you? Are you on the boat?"

The officer next to him was silent for a moment and replied: "No... no, brigade commander, we are in the enemy's fuel depot. Outside... there are people outside."

Ou Xiaobin's lips twitched, and after a few seconds of silence he said, "Have Lao Meng and the others arrived?"

"The opponent's helicopter has jamming equipment. I...our communication equipment has failed." The officer immediately replied: "But there have been no gunshots from the shore. Lao Meng and the others must have arrived."

Ou Xiaobin put his hands on the ground and forced himself to sit up. He turned to look at the gray-faced Sichuan soldiers and asked in a hoarse voice: "How many more of us are there?"

"117," the officer replied accurately: "But...but many of them are out of ammunition."

Ou Xiaobin gritted his teeth, looked at everyone and said, "Brothers... we are trapped in a urn, but... we may not be able to escape. I'm sorry... I promised to take you home... but I can't do it anymore."

The soldiers looked at Ou Xiaobin and remained silent.

"I have no idea, and I don't want to kneel down and let someone shoot me. After fighting for so many years, I don't want to die in vain." Ou Xiaobin gritted his teeth and stood up, pulled his neck and shouted: "Concentrate your ammunition and prepare for defense!!!"

"yes!"

The remaining 116 people shouted in unison.

…

outdoor.

A regimental officer pointed to the fuel depot and asked, "How many people are there?"

"There should be more than a hundred people." A company commander shouted back.

"Turn up the heavy artillery and blow it up for me." The regiment leader waved his hand and shouted.

The company commander hesitated and replied: "Captain, our helicopter discovered that this group of enemy troops may have their commander. When they were evacuating just now, most of the soldiers were protecting the injured soldier, and The enemy's ammunition has been almost exhausted, and the fire resistance we encountered during the pursuit was weak."

The regiment leader was startled for a moment, and immediately adjusted his deployment: "Cancel the heavy artillery bombing, order the two companies to fight in, and capture the commander alive."

One minute later.

"charge!"

Two companies of soldiers blasted holes in five directions of the reserve and began to attack inward.

The light in the room was dim, and the two sides not only started shooting, but also engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

In the center of the reserve warehouse, Ou Xiaobin fired all the bullets in his rifle, took the rifle with a spur inserted, jumped directly from the cargo pile, and fought with the two opponents.

"Pfft!"

With the muzzle of the gun raised, Ou Xiaobin kicked one person down in front of him and stabbed him directly into the opponent's neck.

When he pulled out the gun, blood surged and splattered everywhere.

Ou Xiaobin turned to face the other person, and just as he was about to raise his gun, two people rushed up from the left, stabbed him with their guns, and pierced his abdomen directly from the side.

The wound that had just been sutured burst open in an instant, and blood surged wildly.

Ou Xiaobin bent over, took a step back, pulled out the enemy's spear thorn in his abdomen, gave in and avoided the two men, grabbed the muzzle of the gun with his left hand, and his own spear thorn with his right hand, instantly separated the gun body and the spear thorn, and used a short distance to The offensive method directly attached to the two people.

The other two hurriedly wanted to turn around, but the guns were too long, they could hold fire at close range, and it was difficult to adjust the muzzle position, so they could only retreat.

"Pfft, pfft!"

Ou Xiaobin stepped forward and stabbed one of them twice in the neck, while the other, a younger enemy soldier, took two or three steps back in fear.

"Kang Kang!"

A Sichuan Army officer rushed over, shot the frightened soldier to death with a pistol, and reached out to support Ou Xiaobin.

"Keep fighting!! If the gun is gone, grab their guns. If you can't trade two for one, just trade three for one!" Ou Xiaobin roared with blood pouring from his nostrils.

There is no way out but bloody battle.

In the large warehouse, shouts of killing could be heard incessantly. The Sichuan army, without Zidang, repelled the first wave of attacks from the two companies alive with a battle loss of about three to one. No one surrendered and no one escaped.

Of the 117 men, only 48 were left when the opponent retreated, and all the rest died in the battle.

Ou Xiaobin coughed up blood, looked at the officer next to him tremblingly, and said, "...where is the military...flag that was prepared before...?"

"Still, still!" the officer replied.

"He...they probably won't charge anymore...this is the fuel depot...they will use cannons...let's go upstairs to raise the flag." Ou Xiaobin lowered his head when he spoke.

Periphery.

The regimental commander looked at the two companies running out in disbelief. After a long silence, he said: "They have no hope. They are just a bunch of mourning soldiers... Forget it, let's not arrest them. Let's move the heavy artillery."

A few minutes later, we were on the second floor platform of the large warehouse.

48 Sichuan soldiers gathered together, lowered the enemy naval flag from the mast, tied the Sichuan military flag to a rope, and raised it into the air.

The red flag was spread out in the wind, and the 48 soldiers leaned together and couldn't help but stare in the direction of Sichuan Mansion.

Ou Xiaobin leaned against the mast, lowered his head, and murmured: "Sir... I am not ashamed of... your trust... I hope our Sichuan Mansion... can take off completely after this battle."

During the battle of District 8, Ou Xiaobin had some dissatisfaction with Wang Tianhui. At that time, he was young and energetic, and he once thought about leaving Sichuan Mansion, and even considered joining the enemy's army to develop.

But after Qin Yu learned about this, he did not deal with him, or even let the news out to other colleagues.

This move made Ou Xiaobin feel warm, and he also had a place in the division's several subsequent military expansions and reorganizations. Among the seven brigades in Sichuan, who doesn't know that Ou Xiaobin is one of the seven generals?

Qin Yu gave him the trust that he finally gave back with his precious life.

The rise of the Sichuan government and its glory in recent years are partly due to him, as well as to the officers and soldiers who sacrificed their lives in these shoes.

The political ecology of the Sichuan government is one of small profit and high sentiment, which may cause this land to lose some opportunities and resources, but it is full of human touch in some things.

The Qin family may not be strong enough today, but some of these people are here. In the future, the three major regions, and even the entire Asian League, will have a place for them sooner or later.

I don't know when, the sound of military songs sounded from the rooftop of the fuel depot, and the red flag danced in the wind.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, artillery shells sounded outside, and the fuel depot instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

In the distance, Da Ya, who was preparing to continue fighting, looked at the direction of the rising sea of ​​fire, already knowing Ou Xiaobin's ending. He stopped blankly, his eyes filled with tears.