Rise From Eight Hundred

Yes! Holding the cold body of his beloved girl in his arms, he couldn't warm her up no matter how hard he tried. Of course, young Gu Xishui regretted it.

He not only regretted that he came too late, but also regretted that he didn't even have time to say "I like you" when he stood in the field and watched her go away.

I love you!

The joy I have never had in my life.

"This world is dark enough because of the invasion of the Japanese invaders. Everyone can only grit their teeth and move forward in the darkness, watching their comrades leave one by one, and they are numb with pain. But your appearance makes me feel that there is light in the darkness!" This is a passage written by Gu Xishui at the beginning of the article when he remembered his lover in the future.

Naturally, it was also his voice at this time.

Unfortunately, for the young infantry, this hard-won light was still taken away by the Japanese invaders.

And he didn't even say the three words "I love you", even though his eyes were extremely burning.

Lu Sanjiang didn't know how to comfort him, and the cavalrymen didn't know either. They had experienced countless deaths, and the only way to alleviate the pain was to continue to move forward in the direction where their comrades fell, firing bullets and wielding swords at the enemy, but when it comes to men and women, they are all laymen.

"Gu Xishui, Xiao Meier wrote you a letter before she went to the battlefield! She left it with the captain of our medical team." A female soldier who finally calmed down said to Gu Xishui gently.

Gu Xishui was not unknown in the 43rd Army Medical Team. His fair face and the aura of the battle of Sihang Warehouse were enough to make the female soldiers of the medical team look at him twice more when they passed by.

Moreover, Gu Xishui thought that no one would know if he didn't say it, but women are so sensitive. His burning eyes from time to time to Xiao Meier were already an undisclosed secret in the private jokes of several female soldiers.

"Xiao Meier left a letter? Specially for me?" Gu Xishui's dead eyes had a glimmer of light.

Does that mean that Xiao Meier knows his joy?

"Yes! Yes, I didn't hear clearly what she said to the captain, but I heard your name and a letter!" The female soldier nodded, very sure.

Gu Xishui lowered his head, and the tears in his eyes finally dripped down, dripping on the already cold face of his lover in his arms. He gently put his lover's body on the ground, as if afraid of disturbing her dream, and then took off his military uniform and covered her, picked up his gun, slowly stood up, silently looked again, and resolutely turned and walked towards the night.

"Hey, scholar, where are you going!" Lu Sanjiang was speechless.

Gu Xishui's footsteps did not stop, and his pace became faster and faster. He did not answer out loud, but raised his gun with one hand.

Of course, fighting.

That was the best memorial to the lost love.

However, the back of the young sergeant running into the night no longer had the previous dead silence. At this moment, he was more like a ball of fire, a ball of fire that could burn the enemy in front of him.

Everyone could feel his determination at this moment, to kill the enemy and return alive.

His lover is dead, but his love is immortal. There is a letter waiting for him, so he cannot die.

"Leave 10 people to continue searching the battlefield and assist the medical team in transferring the wounded. Others, bring all your equipment and follow me." How could Lu Sanjiang let Gu Xishui rush to the battlefield alone? He hurriedly called the cavalry to assemble.

Before setting off, Lu Sanjiang, who had always been careless, somehow suddenly whispered to the female nurse who was wiping the dirt off the face of "Little Sister": "You can't lie to this guy Gu Xishui. I think he is very stubborn. Be careful that he will come to settle accounts with you."

The female nurse rolled her eyes at the silly cavalry sergeant and replied unhappily: "If you want to settle accounts with me, you have to survive first! I wish I could!"

After saying that, she looked at her sister who had passed away, and her words were extremely sad: "Little Sister's spirit in heaven should also think so."

Lu Sanjiang's eyes suddenly widened.

Originally, he was just suspicious, but now it was confirmed that the female nurse had lied to Gu Xishui.

However, it was difficult for him to say that the female nurse did something wrong. If he did not give Gu Xishui a hope, he might lose his will to die, and the probability of dying on the battlefield would exceed 99%.

‘Brother is right! The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.’ Lv Sanjiang, who led the cavalry to run forward into the battlefield, silently understood the life principles that the veteran taught him in his spare time.

However, the cavalry sergeant who thought he had understood the philosophy of life did not know that after his figure disappeared into the darkness, the female nurse reached out and fumbled in the lining of the sister's military uniform, and took out a letter that was soaked in blood.

The letter was still warm!

The female nurse not only deceived Gu Xishui, but also deceived the ‘silly’ Lv Sanjiang.

The youngest sister left the letter, but she kept it close to her body. This secret was only known to the three sisters who went to the battlefield together.

However, what was written in the letter and who it was written to, even as close as they were, no one knew.

Hopefully, Gu Xishui can come back alive, as well as the ‘silly’ cavalry squad leader. The female nurse who put the letter into her pocket can only pray like this.

. . . . . . .

The battlefield ahead has already entered a white-hot stage.

The stingy major didn’t know that the ‘seeds’ he wanted to leave behind had been completely wiped out, but the ‘seeds’ that would never sprout again avoided the shocking crisis of the main frontline forces.

If this group of Japanese troops were allowed to lurk behind the position, the defense line that was now shaky but still holding on would surely be completely defeated.

It was simple. If the heavy machine guns and cannons that were still able to suppress the Japanese troops charging at this time were surrounded by infantry, the result would be the same as that of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade.

Without the last heavy fire suppression, the Japanese infantry that surged in like a tide would completely annihilate the few hundred Chinese infantry.

But even so, the Chinese troops in the trenches were already close to despair.

More than 200 Japanese infantrymen rushed through the 500-meter gap opened by machine guns and infantry cannons from the "Lonely Mausoleum". Major Stingy had to send a guard company of the 108th Division Guard Battalion to leave the trenches and open up a formation to fight the Japanese troops on the flank in the flat wilderness.

Not to mention the sharp reduction in frontal forces, it is conceivable how miserable the fate of the guard company would be after leaving the protection of the trenches and losing the close-range firepower advantage of Mauser submachine guns and Japanese infantry.

Moreover, when the moonlight was bright, and flares occasionally exposed their figures to the heavy machine gun firepower point on the distant "Lonely Mausoleum".

Whether it was the precise shooting of the Japanese infantry or the covering fire of heavy machine guns and grenade launchers, they all caused terrible casualties to this guard force of only more than 100 people.

In just ten minutes of fighting, the guard company sent to protect the flank suffered more than 50% casualties, and almost one soldier fell every ten seconds.

In ten minutes at most, the flank would be completely broken through.

But on the front battlefield, the remaining four companies faced the successive attacks of nearly 800 Japanese infantry. Although the Japanese had not yet completely rushed into the trenches and fought hand-to-hand with the Chinese soldiers, there was already a phenomenon of soldiers in the trenches and Japanese infantry crossing the stream throwing grenades and hand grenades at each other.

There was smoke and screams in and out of the trenches at the same time.

It was a battlefield similar to the hand-grenade and hand-knife battle, and its cruelty was no less than the sharp bayonet stabbing.

It was difficult to spare a soldier on the front battlefield.

Fortunately, there was a fire support company.

When the battle was most urgent, Pang Dahai used the last four shells to kill the two Japanese heavy machine gun teams that lifted the heavy machine guns to 300 meters away.

The four mortars, which were extremely precious to Chinese soldiers, became completely useless. Pang Dahai was decisive enough. He did not bother about the preciousness of the weapons and directly ordered the guns to be abandoned. The artillerymen smashed the artillery parts with stones in tears.

The artillery became infantry. Except for the teams that could still shoot machine guns and machine guns, all the others were gathered by Pang Dahai. Those with weapons took up their weapons, and those without weapons carried the captured Japanese single-soldier engineer shovels.

Nearly a hundred people, led by Pang Dahai, participated in the defense of the flank.

At this time, the cavalry had just arrived a thousand meters away and started killing the Japanese army that fled in panic.