Chapter 5: The Innocent (Thirteenth Part 1)

"The sinister guy, the viciousness of his ancestors, is ten times more sinister than the eye snake. Sooner or later, even his heart and liver will rot and he will poison himself to death." Sakai Takamyang kept cursing Shirakawa Shiro in his stomach, raised his waist, and ran to the area where the Guard Brigade was located.

As a veteran of the army for many years, his movements are faster than those of a raccoon. Every time he falls down, he either happens to hide behind the body of a war horse or hides in the crater of a thunder explosion. Every time he jumps up, he makes full use of the delay in adapting to darkness when the flares just went out, making it difficult for both the rifle sight to catch him.

After running for a few hundred meters in a blink of an eye, he soon turned from the pile of puppet troops lying on the ground to the same panic of fearful lama, crawling on the ground, his head pressed his head and raised his eyes at the other party, and shouting with a powerful warning, "Captain Xiao, what do you want to do? You dare not move forward, nor do you dare to ask for fire support from the rear. Are you going to lie down until dawn?"

"Taijun." Although the other party's military rank and position were not many levels worse than that of himself, the little lama still did not dare to be arrogant in front of the Japanese, even if the Japanese in front of him looked like a city vendor, "Taijun, please listen to my explanation. My subordinates and subordinates are observing the movements of the Eighth Route Army."

"Is that so? Then tell me what the Tujiao Route Army is doing." Anyway, there is still a period of time before the attack was launched by Shiro Shirakawa. Sakai Takamyo didn't mind learning more about the details of the battlefield. With his intuition, he determined that his "old friend" Zhang Songling was lying in a trench more than a hundred meters away, holding a brand new Sakamoto-style rifle to look for the target of sniping. He didn't want to be too active, so as not to really become a target of "old friend".

"They, they just took advantage of our side without using machine guns to secretly send people out of the trenches to collect ammunition. They, they also tried to use ropes to pull the dead horse's body to the trenches to repair the gaps that were bombed by shells. In addition to these, they seemed to have buried a lot of thunder near the trenches. I was afraid of disturbing them, so I did not order the gun to stop them." The "Japanese Taijun" asked, of course, the little lama said everything, and said everything clearly. In a few words, he explained the latest trends of the Chinese army opposite.

"Well, you did a good job." Although he knew that the so-called fear of alarming his opponent was actually afraid of attracting revenge from his opponent, Sakai Gaoming still praised him with a smile. In the Kawata brigade, he was still a coward who could step on anyone who saw him. However, in front of the Imperial Army, he was the Supreme Emperor who could not afford to offend anyone. He pretended to behave as he wanted. After laughing, he suddenly turned his face and glared at him, "General Kawata ordered,."

"Hiyi, please teach Chief Kawada." The little lama did take this trick and immediately saluted with his butt.

"Let go." Sakai Takamyang nodded proudly, "Captain Kawada ordered that Commander Xiao continue to lead the team and put pressure on the positions of the Eighth Route Army. The next time the attack is launched, he must continue to advance. All actions must obey Lieutenant Sakai's command, and must not retreat without authorization, nor shall he allow his subordinates to delay the fighter's planes, otherwise, military law will be carried out."

"Hiyi." The little lama agreed, then raised half of his head and asked carefully, "Taijun, when will the next attack be? Will there be artillery fire suppression in advance?"

"No." Sakai Takamyo shook his head with a stern face, "The shells of the Great Japanese Empire were not picked up for nothing, and they cannot be wasted too much. You can convey the order first, and then wait patiently for the two green signal flares. After seeing the signal flares, you will first send two platoons to conduct a tentative attack. When I let them hide, they will immediately lie down and hide in place."

"Hiyi." The little lama nodded vigorously again, and agreed very happily. He sent two platoons to launch a tentative attack. Of course, he, the regiment leader, could not use the team himself to lead the team. This task is much safer than before and much more considerate than before.

"These two platoons must be dispersed. When launching an attack, they must have sufficient momentum. Others fire on the spot to cover the fire. They must expose the firepower points of the Tujiao Route Army as much as possible." With their previous experience in participating in the battle, Sakai Gaoming continued to whisper. At the critical moment of life and death, the "friendship" between him and Zhang Songling could only be forgotten for the moment. If only one of the two people was destined to survive tonight, Sakai Gaoming would undoubtedly choose himself.

"It's a pity, but there's no way." Thinking of Zhang Songling's young and simple face, Sakai Gaoming sighed quietly in his heart, "Who told you that this is a war? Who told you that you are not a Japanese? The damn war, the damn Shirakawa Shiro."

"Damn the Japanese, I'm going to use the puppet army as cannon fodder." Just facing the second trench 150 meters away from Sakai Gaoming, Zhang Songling was also whispering the curse. Night battle was one of the killer weapons of Lao Twenty-six and it was also a key training event for the Eighth Route Army guerrillas to make up for their own lack of firepower. Therefore, his night vision ability was much better than that of ordinary people of this era. Not only him, but also among all the cadres and soldiers of the Black Stone guerrillas, there is no night blindness at present. The internal organs of the animal on the grassland are not worth money. Since Lao Scar became a team doctor, sheep liver soup has become an inevitable option for dinner every day. Although everyone feels nauseous when they think of it, the effect of the care of the eyes is far beyond expectations.

Without the trouble of night blindness, and frequent targeted training, everyone can see clearly the adjustment movements that the puppet soldiers are doing. It seems that they are preparing to sacrifice their lives to slowly grind the guerrillas. The effect of this blunt knife will not be too obvious, but it is very difficult to deal with it. After all, the guerrillas' strength is much worse than the opponent's gamble, and the weapons in their hands are too single.

"Or what if I bring a few people to secretly lead the war horses from behind." Zhao Tianlong also keenly noticed the changes in the puppet army, poked Zhang Songling with his finger, and whispered, "When the puppet army is not prepared, give him a counterattack, and ensure that they can kill them."

"The problem is, after they retreat, how can you ensure that you can retreat safely?" Zhang Songling thought for a while, shook his head quickly, and rejected Zhao Tianlong's proposal. The Japanese were obviously preparing to use the number of traitors to fight attrition with the guerrillas. Even if Zhao Tianlong and the others took the initiative to attack, they killed all the cannon fodder, which would not harm the Japanese. Maybe Kawada Kunaki was hoping that the guerrillas would do this. When the guerrillas were almost consumed by the traitors, the Japanese who had been raising their energy next to them were just taking advantage of the fisherman's benefits.

"Then what do you think of?" Zhao Tianlong was rejected, and he was not upset. He looked at Zhang Songling's eyes and continued to discuss in a low voice.

"I can't think of a good idea for the time being, so I can only deal with it by chance. When the puppet army launches an attack later, I will take people to the front to fight. You lead the second echelon to scoop me up behind me. When I find that the Japanese are not moving, I will immediately remind me to retreat." Zhang Songling thought for a moment, frowned and responded.

"I'll go ahead, you lead the second echelon." Zhao Tianlong was not willing to let his good friends take risks and immediately expressed different opinions. Before he could finish his words, two dazzling signal flares jumped up with green light. Then, more than a dozen heavy machine guns spewed out fire snakes in the dark, covering the entire position in the rain of bullets.

"Everyone is lying down and keep your body as low as possible." Zhang Songling pressed Zhao Tianlong over and shouted at the same time.

According to his reminder, the guerrillas pressed their bodies tightly against the inside of the second trench, and no one was willing to look up easily. The Japanese used tracer bullets fired by heavy machine guns to drag their green tails on the edges of the front and back trenches, smashing the earth walls that the guerrillas had just stolen and built up again, making a "puff" sound. The bodies of several war horses that were temporarily dragged over were quickly blocked by bullets, and the fresh minced meat splashed around, dyeing the first one. There was a piece of Yin Hong inside and outside the trench. A few pieces of minced meat were even carried by bullets to the sky above the second trench. It fell down and hit Xiaobatu and others' faces. Xiaobatu rolled to the side in disgust, wiped it on his face, trying to wipe his face clean. This action completely turned him into the red-faced Guan Gong in Peking Opera, with blood stains from his forehead to his chin, leaving only two bright eyes and a mouthful of white teeth still retaining their original color.

"Don't be nervous, the Japanese are always giving courage to the puppet army. They can't guarantee the sustainability of firepower of this intensity." Zhang Songling gently patted the minibus and reminded everyone loudly.

"Don't worry, fat team, we're used to it." The guerrillas waved their hands and responded with laughter.

The machine gun shooting outside the trenches was very loud, and everyone had to use close roars to ensure smooth communication. However, everyone was very motivated so far and despised the Japanese and puppet troops outside. With more than ten times the strength here, each person and a bayonet could take down the position, but the Japanese and puppet troops had to rely on machine guns and cannons to have the courage to launch an attack. Each attack was like a fist of a girl, and it was impossible to use any strength.

"It's good to get used to it." Zhang Songling was very satisfied with the performance of his brothers and nodded to everyone with a smile. "Everyone still remember which group they were assigned to just now. Whenever the machine gun sounds stopped, the group will immediately follow me from the traffic ditch. Remember not to shoot easily. After repelling the attack of the puppet army, immediately retreat along the original path."

"Yes." The guerrillas who were assigned to the first group agreed in unison, as if they were going to follow Zhang Songling to a banquet, including two of the White Russians, all their expressions were very relaxed.

Everyone has confidence in Fatty Zhang. Although the fat captain in front of him is not old, he has rich experience in fighting with the Japanese. So far, most of the tricks used by the Japanese have been captured by him in advance, especially the practice of digging two trenches in advance and leaving the first trenches for the Japanese artillery soldiers is simply a stroke of knowledge. I just squatted in the second trenches and watching the Japanese shells wheel in front and back of the first trenches like fireworks to welcome the New Year. After the explosion, the guerrillas were as excited as drinking fine wine. There was nothing more satisfying and exciting than here. You saw the shells close at hand, but it could not cause any harm to you. The puppet soldiers who were supposed to be brave enough to be driven by the sound of the shells explosion were all trembling and walking on thin ice. As long as you fire a random shot at them, you could scare them to fall down a lot. After two rows of bullets, you could no longer see a standing man on the position.

"Prepare to enter the position." After estimating the time in his mind, Zhang Songling suddenly shouted the order again, as if echoing his order. The sound of machine guns outside the trench suddenly stopped as soon as the words fell. Then, the sound of messy footsteps came from the ground not far away. The guerrillas held their weapons and rushed to the first trench ahead along the two traffic trenches in advance. While raising their eyes and peeking at the position where the footsteps were heard, they saw more than 40 black figures rushing towards the first trench themselves. Each figure hunched over like a cooked shrimp, staggering and shaking.

"Everyone enters the pre-designated position and aim at the gun." Zhang Songling whispered, and took the lead in entering the trench, put the grenade launcher on the inside of the trench, and used his memory just now to poke half of his head out of the trench, secretly searching for the location of the Japanese heavy machine gun. The puppet troops who had rushed to a range of 100 meters away from the trench were not afraid. He attached more importance to the heavy machine guns in the Japanese hands. The firepower net formed by those things posed a great threat to the guerrillas. If the puppet troops' offensive was blocked, they would definitely be the heavy machine guns. In contrast, although the 92 field guns in the Japanese hands were huge, their reaction speed was slightly inferior to machine guns after all, and with the help of flares alone, the Japanese artillery was difficult for them to ensure the accuracy of the bombing.

"Bang." A stray bullet came, and a string of dust and smoke splashed beside his left face. Then another one flew over his head. The puppet soldiers' guns were not very accurate, but they were much more flexible than the 38th Gaier. They could fire at will without stopping while running, and could complete a series of actions such as the bullet-removing shell and the bolt resetting with one hand.

Zhang Songling waved his hand and swept away Tu Kela who was on his head like a fly, then widened his eyes and continued to search. He didn't care about the random guns of the puppet soldiers. Under such dim lighting conditions, even if he wanted to hit a target of about a hundred meters, he could aim with a gun in a lying position or a half-kneeling posture for a while. He wanted to shoot him casually while running, just to be gambling for luck.

Indeed, the puppet soldiers were blinded by squinting their eyes. They even fired randomly without seeing the low raised part of the edge of the trench, which was a human head or a natural earthblock. When they found that several consecutive rounds of shooting had no effect, they lost interest in continuing to fire there, and turned the muzzle to several other suspicious targets, screaming and pulling the trigger.

"可,可,可." "可,可,可." "可,可,可." A large number of puppet troops were shooting at the trenches farther away. The bullets they fired were even more accurate. Most of them hit the ground in advance, causing sparks to splash on the ground. Many of them flew into the dark night sky and were no longer found.

"Are everyone ready?" Amid the sound of gunfire, Zhang Songling turned his head and asked the guerrillas. He had already seen the Japanese machine gun position clearly. It was divided into six firepower points. Each firepower point was equipped with two heavy machine guns, and there were several light machine guns around to assist and cooperate.

"It's ready." The guerrillas responded in a low voice, intimidating the puppet troops who were getting closer and closer.

"Aim." Zhang Songling nodded, whispered his order, and quickly mounted the grenade launcher on the edge of the trench and made rough aims towards the closest machine gun fire point, "Prepare,."

"Start fire." He shouted loudly, pulled down with his right hand, and the grenade launcher's launch rope was pulled, and with a "swoosh," the Japanese carefully crafted forty-eight-flap hand lasers were shot into the air.

"可, 可, 可." The sound of the volleyball gun completely suppressed the sound of breaking through the air, which was not very high when the grenade launcher was fired. The puppet soldiers who had already rushed to 50 meters away from the first trench were caught off guard and were knocked out of control. Those who were lucky enough not to be hit by bullets quickly fell down according to the previous instructions of the low-level officers and flew the Japanese machine guns behind them to aim for their vision.

However, the first thing they heard was not the roar of the heavy machine gun, but an extremely dull explosion, "Room." A glimmer of light quickly rose from somewhere behind them, followed by a panic howling of ghosts and wolves.

"Swoosh." Before the Japanese machine gunners responded, Zhang Songling quickly fired a second forty-eight petals, then put away the grenade launcher, lowered his head and quickly moved in the trenches, "Free shooting, free shooting, and the bullets in the gun were empty, and no one should go back." While trotting down his head, he loudly passed the latest order into the ears of each companion. Every time he passed by a guerrilla team, he did not forget to pat the other party's back gently, so as not to kill the enemy too much and miss the best evacuation time.

"Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

"Retreat, retreat quickly, no one is allowed to stay." Taking advantage of the fact that the Japanese machine gunners were competing with the soil, Zhang Songling poked his head out for the third time, quickly glanced out of the trench, and then loudly ordered that the two forty-eight-flavored petals just now were quite effective. One of them was landing in the machine gun position closest to the trench, blowing out a large pit where the original heavy machine gun was originally supported, and the other fell about twenty meters away from the previous crater because of its haste. It seemed that several Japanese machine gunners had killed. It might also happen to blow up the baggage troops transporting ammunition forward, and several incomplete corpses were lying around the crater.

There is no time to continue to confirm the results of the battle. At night, the sound of tearing the air unique to the special shells of the 92 infantry cannons sounded. This infantry cannon, which is almost invincible on the Asian battlefield, can fire three to eight kilograms of high-explosion ammunition. It is difficult to find a living creature around 15 or 16 meters where it falls. However, this infantry cannon also has a very big defect. The defect found by countless Chinese soldiers at the cost of their lives is that the shells are flying relatively slowly. Veterans with super survivability on the battlefield have a 40% chance of warning in advance based on the sound of the shells tearing the air, leading their robes around them to quickly stay away from the possible landing points of the shells.

"Run, run quickly, run one after another." Zhang Songling pushed the brothers beside him hard, and with the help of the longitudinal traffic trench dug in advance, away from the first trench, a Belarusian guerrilla was hit by stray bullets above the trench because of his tall figure and insufficient bent. He fell down without humming. The rest of the guerrillas had no time to be sad and ran past his body with their legs raised. Almost everyone's trouser legs were stained with blood from their comrades' bodies.

"Everyone is lying down." Zhang Songling shouted again, flew down, pressing the closest minibud to him, "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." A series of huge explosions came from his ears. The sky above his head began to shake, and the earth under him also began to shake. On the vertical walls on both sides of the traffic ditch, large pieces of soil were shaken down, smashing everyone's noses and faces. Countless pieces of hot steel plates passed over the traffic ditch and everyone's backs. The scalp made people's scalp numb, and the hair on the back of their heads also stood up one by one, and weeds pricked the night sky.

Before everyone could recover from the shock, Zhang Songling's roar came from his ears, "Get up, continue running to the second trench, hurry up, the Japanese may extend artillery fire."

Most of the guerrillas in the first group struggled to stand up and rushed towards the second trench with dust. However, the three guerrillas who did not run into the same traffic ditch and were slightly lowered, closed their eyes forever. The moment they received the order to lie down, a high-explosive bomb fell just near the entrance of the traffic ditch behind them. The aftermath of the explosion caught up with them from behind, tearing their bodies to pieces.

There is no time to turn back and collect the remains for them, nor to cry because of the death of the robe. This is war, which determines whether a nation is qualified to continue to survive, or a war like the Indians and Maori in the 18th century, which was forced into a desperate situation step by step. Every surviving warrior buried sadness and hatred firmly in his heart, fermenting and accumulating until one day the anger of revenge was sprayed out at the invaders.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The high-explosive bombs fired from the 1992 infantry cannon exploded one after another behind the guerrillas. The Japanese bombarded the second round of bombardment, and it was indeed extended the artillery fire. The guerrillas bent down, lowered their heads, and continued to retreat to the intended hiding place, with heavy and firm steps.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The third round, the fourth round of shells fell one after another, blowing the front half of the position into a sea of ​​fire. Outside the maximum threat range of shrapnel, Zhang Songling stopped and slowly turned around.

The Japanese heavy machine guns have stopped firing blindly. More than a hundred puppet troops are advancing towards the first trench with the help of artillery. Inspired by the cannons, they ran much faster than before. They wished they could rush into the trench as soon as the cannon stopped, and then directly took the position with the absolute advantage of the number of people.

"Turn backward." Zhang Songling touched the grenade bag tied around his waist, raised the grenade launcher, and loudly ordered. The soldiers who had just retreated in the first group turned around without thinking.

The sound of shell explosion stopped abruptly, and the puppet soldiers who were in the sight of victory let out a wolf howl, straightened their waists, and rushed towards the trenches like sea tides.

"Kill them one of them back," Zhang Songling pointed at the puppet army rushing in front with a grenade launcher and ordered with a loud voice.

"Return the horseback, return the horseback." The soldiers picked up the 38th cover, stepped on the bloodstains of the robes, and rushed towards the puppet army that was already close to the first trench. There was no look of fear on everyone's face.
Chapter completed!