Devil's Army

After receiving a reply from Commander Ling Qilong, the captain immediately ordered the scouts to scout the back and both wings of the gold mine to see if there were any soldiers from the Devil's Army.

But before the scouts could get the order to go out, gunshots were heard from both wings of the gold mine.

Judging from the density of the gunfire, the captain determined that the devil troops on each wing had a company of soldiers.

He immediately reported to Commander Ling Qilong: It was found that the devil force that attacked the gold mine was composed of a battalion.

Commander Ling Kulong also received a request for help from the artillery tower, so he judged that the Devil Force had at least one regiment of troops. He immediately ordered a reinforced battalion and an artillery squadron to provide reinforcements.

Following the second and third companies, the Japanese soldiers in the gold mine were attacked from both wings. The Japanese soldiers in the front had to divide their troops to defend the two wings. The pressure on the first company was reduced.

After eliminating the four new Japanese soldiers in the watchtower, the company commander changed the feint attack into the main attack and ordered the soldiers to start charging.

Glasses followed the old smoker and he was already able to shoot the Japanese skillfully.

Suddenly, the whistling sound of a mortar shell came from far away.

The old smoker glanced at Glasses behind him, shouted "Be careful", leaped forward and knocked Glasses down.

The mortar shell exploded not far from Glasses. Glasses pushed away the old smoker who was pressing on him and climbed up. He shook the old smoker and shouted loudly: "Master, Master..."

"No, don't shake it, my bones are all broken." The old smoker said in a low voice after spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood.

"Master, are you okay?"

"How could I be in trouble? I still need to eat your meat for lunch."

"Master, I'll give you all the meat I had at noon."

The old smoker began to spit out blood in large mouthfuls, and the blood flowed onto Glasses' military uniform, staining it red.

"Glasses, it seems that I can't eat the meat at noon. You are growing, so eat more."

"No, Master, I'm still strong. From now on, I will save the meat from every meal for you." Seeing the old smoker vomiting blood, Glasses became panicked.

"I don't want to eat meat. I want to smoke a cigarette." The old smoker pointed to his coat pocket with difficulty with his right hand.

Glasses took out the blood-soaked pipe from the old smoker's pocket and rolled a cigarette in a hurry. The cigarette paper was also stained with red blood, but Glasses didn't care.

"Instructor, no, I'm not teaching you to hide from the artillery. Are you standing there stupidly? What are you doing there?"

At that time, Yan Jing really wanted to slap himself twice. The instructor had taught them to listen to the whistling sound of the shells and avoid them. But when he went to war, many of the skills he learned were thrown out of his mind.

If the master died, what would happen to his family? The master said he had two children, the older one was a daughter, two years old, and the younger one was a son, only five months old.

Glasses cannot forgive their own mistakes, nor can they recover the losses caused by their mistakes.

Although the cigarette was not good looking, it was finally rolled. Glasses handed the cigarette to the master, but the master did not react.

Glasses put the cigarette into the master's mouth. The master had no other hobbies but this one.

The man with glasses closed his master's eyes with his right hand, rushed to the circular fortification at the entrance of the gold mine, picked up a machine gun and magazine, shouted loudly and rushed towards the Japanese, firing fiercely at them.

When the bullets were all gone, the Japanese shot him in the left shoulder while he was changing the magazine.

Glasses was stunned for a moment, then started rushing forward again as if he was unaware of the pain.

More than an hour later, all the Japanese invaders and puppet troops in Wangjiadagou Gold Mine were wiped out.

The soldiers began to clean up the battlefield, and the man with glasses, with his thin body, walked back to the camp with difficulty, carrying his master on his back.

A battalion commander was also shocked when he saw the blood-stained glasses. This was because before the war, the regiment commander had privately told several battalion commanders that these college students were the precious treasures of the army, and after training at the front, they would return to the rear to participate in the construction of the army or base, so they must be protected.

"Glasses, you are injured, go to the medical team for treatment."

"Captain, tell me, where does Master live?"

"Someone will follow up on the old smoker's funeral and the auxiliary troops, so you don't have to get involved." The battalion commander was afraid that Yan Jing would have too much psychological burden.

"No, the military subsidy belongs to the military, and I will do what I can. My master sacrificed his life to save me, and I will never let it go if I don't do something for his family." Glasses said firmly.

The battalion commander could guess without Glasses saying anything, so he said to Glasses, "The clerk in charge of this area in the battalion is not here. Go to the medical team to treat your wounds first. When he comes back, I want him to write down the address of the old smoker's home for you."

Only then did Yan Jing obediently go to the medical team to treat his wounds.

After the war, a company commander recommended Glasses for merit. Glasses grabbed the enemy's machine gun on the battlefield, charged ahead, and set a good example for the new recruits.

The First Army awarded the glasses a third-class individual merit.

But Yan Jing, who received the fifth-class military merit medal, was not happy at all. If this medal could bring back his master's life, he would rather use it to exchange for his master's life.