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Xiang Wenbing looked at the ruins of the Enlightenment Temple behind him.

"Retreat, retreat to the interior of the Epiphany Temple. It's impossible to hold the positions outside. Let's fight them in street battles."

On the other side, the angry Japanese commander called for air support again.

Xiang Wenbing and his men hid in the ruins, counting the remaining ammunition and bandaging their wounds.

Li Jing was shot in the shoulder and chest, his entire shoulder blade was shattered and his lung was severely injured.

Blood foamed from his mouth and every breath was extremely painful.

"Your Highness, cough cough cough.....Please give me a quick death!"

Li Chengqian bit his tongue, slowly took out his pistol and aimed at Li Jing's heart.

But he couldn't do it, he was afraid that if he died in the battle and couldn't be resurrected, what would he do then? !

Xiang Wenbing dragged his injured leg and took the pistol from Li Chengqian.

"Brother, I'll give you a ride."

"Thank you very much..."

Li Jing took one last look at Li Chengqian, even though he knew in his heart that he could be resurrected after death.

But he still felt the sorrow of separation and death.

"Your Highness, take care..."

He spoke the last four words very softly.

Maybe it was because he was afraid of his identity being exposed, or maybe it was because he simply didn't have the energy to speak loudly.

He closed his eyes, a look of relief mixed with reluctance.

Li Chengqian held his hand tightly: "Don't worry, we will definitely be able to hold on..."

Boom! !

The Tang Dynasty's God of War once again died on the battlefield a thousand years later.

He tried his best, but he still couldn't witness the last moment of holding the position.

"salute!!"

All the Sichuan Army soldiers saluted Li Jing's body.

Salute to a veteran who is still fighting on the front line even though he is old! !

The Japanese air support arrived as promised.

The planes came roaring in and dropped bombs indiscriminately on the positions.

They even did not spare the Temple of Enlightenment which had been reduced to ruins.

Aerial bombs, aircraft cannons, and heavy firepower from the rear struck the Temple of Enlightenment over and over again until they were satisfied.

The bombing and strafing lasted for a full ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, there was not a single building with a roof in the entire Epiphany Temple.

Both of Xiang Wenbing's legs were shattered and Zhang Kang was killed directly in the explosion.

Liao Junjie suffered severe burns on his back and breathed his last in the arms of his comrades.

Now the highest commander of the entire 804th Regiment has become Battalion Commander Peng Huanwen.

Li Chengqian crawled out of the ruins, his lame leg now even more lame.

But he was lucky, at least he was still able to move.

The only eight people left all gathered around Xiang Wenbing.

At this point, he was breathing out more than breathing in, and it was obvious that he was about to die.

"Captain..."

The soldiers burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? All of our divisions that came out of Sichuan are fighting tough battles. There are not many weaklings. Even if there is only one person left, we must hold him in the Dunwu Temple to the death."

Xiang Wenbing used his last bit of strength to encourage the soldiers.

But when he finished saying this, he seemed like a deflated ball, and began to decline.

The light in his eyes quickly faded, but he still held Li Chengqian's hand tightly.

"Xiao Li, you will be in charge from now on. You must not...destroy the reputation of our Sichuan Army. You must defend it. You must defend it..."

After saying his last words to Wenbing, he passed away!

"Captain!" Peng Huanwen burst into tears.

The others also cried silently.

But Li Chengqian did not shed tears. He now shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding the Dunwu Temple position and the reputation of the Sichuan Army, which did not allow him to have time to be sad.

"Stop crying, I order you!"

Everyone was stunned, and in accordance with Xiang Wenbing's last words, they all looked at Li Chengqian, waiting for the final order.

"Today, either we die here, or the enemy dies here. We must defend our position to the death~~"

"Hold the position~~~"

The Sichuan Army soldiers gave their final roar.

Although they were covered in wounds and there were only a few of them, they still let out earth-shaking roars!

Soon, a new round of Japanese attacks began.

Li Chengqian, with the remaining eight Sichuan Army soldiers, held out in the only relatively intact building left in Dunwu Temple for the final resistance.

The Japanese invaders rushed over again in large numbers.

With the experience from last time, the Japanese invaders now carefully searched every building in Dunwu Temple that might contain people.

Li Chengqian led eight soldiers, relying on the ruins of Dunwu Temple, and moved from one place to another after firing a shot, making the final deal with the Japanese invaders.

They tried their best to delay time, with only one belief in their hearts: they must hold the position of Dunhu Temple before the arrival of reinforcements.

Even if there is only one person left, we must see the arrival of reinforcements.

The final battle was not fierce, but it was very tragic.

In order to protect the surrounded Li Chengqian, Peng Huanwen tied grenades all over his body and rushed towards the enemy alone.

"Fuck you, Immortal Board! I'm going to fight you!!"

boom! !

The same tragic scene is constantly played out in various epiphany temples.

The Sichuan Army soldiers defended their last position with their lives.

The battle finally subsided, and the entire Epiphany Temple fell into silence again!

A Japanese officer looks at the body of a Sichuan Army soldier...

"Straw sandals!"

A Japanese invader nearby tore off the soldier's armband and said, "Sir, these are their armbands."

The Japanese officer took the armband and said: "20th Army, Sichuan Army! From Sichuan!"

"They ran thousands of miles in their straw sandals!"

The Japanese invader next to him said, "When I was still in the Imperial Army University, I heard from my seniors that most of China's local troops were poorly equipped."

"In the eyes of the local government, they are like the lowest-ranking samurai in our Warring States period, whose lives are insignificant."

The Japanese officer could not help but sigh: "It was just this group of people who blocked us for six whole days!"

"Increase the intensity of the search and never let anyone go. Sichuan Army, you are strong, but the Imperial Army is stronger!"

Under the intensive search of the Japanese invaders, in the end, only Li Chengqian and the 16-year-old young soldier of the Sichuan Army were left.

Li Chengqian held the sniper rifle tightly. He had been shot several times. If it weren't for the protection of the bulletproof vest, he would have died in the battle.

The grenades were used up and the automatic rifle was lost in the melee. The only things left were the sniper rifle and the Tang sword at the waist.

The Japanese invaders kept coming around...

"Brother Li, are you okay? Hang in there!"

Li Chengqian smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid we won't see any reinforcements. You should retreat quickly. You must inherit the will of the 804th Regiment. Go!"

The young soldier smiled and said, "No, you are the superior now. If anyone is going to die, I will die first."

"Brother Li, stay here for a while. I'll go and distract the enemy. I believe reinforcements will arrive soon..."

"Where are you going? Stop right there. I order you to stop!"