Chapter 5: The innocent child (Fifteen chapters)

Light machine guns, how could Tujiao Route 8 have light machine guns? They brought light machine guns, why did they hide in the previous battles? The Japanese who were preparing to launch a white-blade assault were caught off guard. For a moment, they forgot to lie down and avoid it. They watched the light machine guns suddenly emerged from the trenches aimed at their chests and spurted several fire snakes, and then fell down with disbelief on their faces.

"克!" "克." "克." The members of the second battle group who had long been red in the trench also picked up the 38th gutters and quickly shot out a row of revenge bullets. At such a close distance, the Japanese formation stood so closely that everyone didn't need to aim at it. As long as the gun was pointed at the crowd, they could ensure that the bullets were shot without any effort.

"Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da " "Da!" "Da da." "Da da." "Da da." "Da da." "Da da." The Japanese soldiers who were not at the front of the team realized that they had fallen into the trap again, and a shrill scream came out of their mouths. Turning around, the wolf ran to the porpoise.

"Kill for you." "Kill for you." The highest commander of the third squad of the Japanese, Army Lieutenant Minamichi Dowu, raised his sword and slashed four Japanese soldiers in succession, but he could not curb the defeat of the entire stormtrooper. Influenced by the spirit of Bushido, the Japanese soldiers could easily launch a hand-to-blade assault against Chinese soldiers holding single-shot rifles, and would not be afraid to fight with the Tujiao Eighth Route. However, if you let them use their flesh and blood to block the eye-catching light machine guns, it is still a bit too difficult. Fortunately, they were not caught up by bullets, nor were they the Japanese soldiers who had executed military law on the spot screamed, quickly changed their retreat route, avoided the attack range of the command knife, and continued to run backwards around Okuya for the last time, and no one would continue to stay where they were waiting to die.

What's the point of staying there? In order to avoid the powerful 38 gun accidentally injuring one's own people, before starting a hand-to-hand battle, everyone retreated the bullets in the gun chamber according to the rules. The Tuo Eighth Route Army, which had been hiding in the trenches, had to fill the bullet cabin. The Tuo Eighth Route Army pulled the bolt and knocked down a person here. If everyone wanted to stab the bayonet into the Tuo Eighth Route Army's chest, they had to run for at least three to four seconds. With these three or four seconds of delay, who would know how many rifles would be aimed at?

The Japanese soldiers could not look down at the entire battlefield from the night sky. Of course, they could not judge the second combat team led by Zhao Tianlong. There were only about twenty people in full swing. They were not expecting that there was only one light machine gun that was spitting out the fire snakes on their backs. They just used their instinct to stay away from the trap of death. They wanted to retreat to the safe area first, reload the bullets into the barrel of the gun, and then cover the cannons and machine guns to launch a new attack on the guerrilla positions. No one was willing to stop and make unnecessary sacrifices.

Not only were the Japanese soldiers who were preparing to engage in hand-to-hand combat stunned, but even the Japanese machine gunners who cheered for their accomplices in the distance were stunned by the sudden change on the battlefield. They also did not expect that the guerrillas had a crooked hand in their hands. They did not expect that the guerrilla cadre who had the crooked hand could reach the point where the robes outside the trenches were almost killed, and then suddenly jumped out and launched a sneak attack. How cruel the heart needed to watch their robes fall in the pool of blood, but they forced to help. What a crazy mind it would take to develop such a cruel trap.

"Let's fire, you guys fire, hurry up and put down the light machine gun of the Tujiao Route 8 to me." In the entire front-line battlefield, Eryu was probably the person who recovered from calmness the most last time. He rushed to a stupid heavy machine gunner in three or two steps, raised his leg and kicked him to the ground, "Let's fire, press down the light machine gun of the Tujiao Route 8 to me, and take all the brothers back."

"Fire, fire." The machine gunners repeated bluntly, re-adjusting the shooting ruler to provide necessary cover for the robbers who were retreating in panic. However, what made them very embarrassed was that the Japanese soldiers who emphasized cooperation with the machine gunners in their daily training actually forgot to give the machine gun the firing angle at a critical moment, and retreated down like a nest of ants that had been taken to the nest, which completely lost the organizational order. If the machine gunners rush to pull the trigger, the first thing they would kill would not be the guerrillas, but batches of their own people.

"Don't panic, don't panic. Taisho's eleventh Stage can only load six magazines at a time, and there are only thirty bullets in total." In the chaotic "ant colony", Army Lieutenant Minamiji Daowu was still making the final effort. In just two or three seconds, his position had changed from the last row of the team to the most sudden front row of the entire team, but he did not want to go with the flow, and still tried to gather his panicked subordinates and wash away the shame that he suffered because he was caught off guard this time.

"Bang." A bullet that flew towards him completely ended this unrealistic dream. He rushed in from the center of his forehead and drilled out from the depths of his neck with white brains. Lieutenant Nanci's body stiffened, and he let out a relief sigh in his mouth, and fell to the sky with his back.

"Bang." Zhang Songling quickly reset the bolt, aimed at another Japanese man in a lieutenant's uniform, and decisively pulled the trigger. The bullet chased after him, punching the body of the Japanese grassroots officer in the back. The other Japanese soldiers around him became more and more panicked, screaming and fleeing with their heads in their arms.

"Crack,." A familiar crisp sound came from the crooked handle. The light machine gun in Zhao Tianlong's hand shot out thirty bullets at this time, and lasted about eleven or two seconds. In total, only seven or eight Japanese soldiers were killed, but this Japanese attack turned into a joke.

"Grenade, throw grenade." For fear that other Japanese soldiers in the distance would find an opportunity to retaliate, Zhang Songling threw away the Type 44 rifle with no bullets in the gun chamber. At the same time, he opened his throat and shouted loudly, then bent down and carried a comrade who was stabbed in the lower abdomen on his shoulder.

"Grenades, grenades, fat team said to use grenades." The guerrillas who had fired all the bullets in the gun chamber reminded each other, twisted the grenades and pulled the strings and threw them into the escaped Japanese soldiers from behind. In an instant, the explosion became the main theme on the battlefield, "Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom bo

"Retreat." Zhang Songling's voice sounded again, with a little hoarseness. He ran a few steps faster. He bent down again, picked up the grenade launcher and grenade backpack from the body of the war horse, and took the lead in retreating towards the second trench.

"Retreat, the fat team order, withdraw." The guerrillas shouted the order, bowed their heads and picked up a brother from the pool of blood closest to them, carried it on their shoulders, and retreated like a tide before the Japanese artillery launched a retaliatory bombardment.

Most of the robes they carried were in a state of dying state, and a few of them could still moan. With the current medical conditions of the guerrillas, it would be difficult to rob them from the King of Hell. However, no one of the guerrillas carrying them chose to give up. Everyone knew clearly that if it weren't for the injured who had just blocked the Japanese bayonet with their bodies, they would be themselves lying in a pool of blood.

I protect your back until my blood dyes it red, because you are my comrade-in-arms.

I protect your back until I lose my breath, because I am your brother.

I did it, I didn't give up on my promise, and I will never regret it.

I am your brother.

This life, the next life, every life

Forever brother!

"Boom,." "Boom,." "Boom,." A dull explosion sounded from behind. The fire illuminated half of the sky. The entire squadron of Kwantung Army dispatched a whole squadron, but failed to take down only dozens of Tujiao defensive positions. The Japanese were angry and threw various shells and grenades into the position without any money, trying to turn the entire position over and use thick soil to cover up their embarrassment and shame just now.

"Dadada, dadadada, dadadada" tracer bullets swept around the battlefield with bright tracks, passing through the smoke and dust from the shells, illuminating the figures of the guerrillas in the second trenches, nineteen plus eight, a total of twenty-seven. All the remaining brothers in the two groups who can still hold rifles are already here, and when they set off from Crescent Lake at noon today, their total number was one hundred and twenty-three.

The casualties exceeded five-sixths, and the team still did not collapse. On the contrary, every guerrilla who could still stand up straight looked at Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling with a firm face, looking forward to their next order.

From about 2:00 p.m. to now, they have blocked the Japanese and puppet troops with only one-twentieth of the enemy's strength for more than ten hours. This record is enough to be proud. Even if they persist for more than 30 minutes, and then die with this pride, they will die without fear and regret.

But Zhang Songling was unwilling to continue making unnecessary sacrifices. "We have bought enough time for the Red Team to retreat. The Japanese are not a tough guy. They must also need rest." Looking at the young and resolute faces in front of him, he said word by word, "Put the brothers who have already sacrificed in the trenches and tie the brothers who are still breathing on the horse. Let's go before the Japanese guys can react."

"Let's go." The good brother's decision was his own. Zhao Tianlong waved his arm and repeated loudly, "Leave a breath, let's continue to kill the Japanese in the future."

"Yes." The group of people focused their heads, then carried their beloved rifles, settled the remains of the warriors, lifted up their injured and unconscious robes, and quietly retreated to the horse-tethered stake further away with the Japanese artillery fire.

Everyone quickly settled the wounded, turned over and jumped onto the mount, gently clamped their legs, and the war horse, who knew the master's thoughts, responded softly, spread out its four hooves, and ran west along the quiet Liuhua River. In a blink of an eye, it threw the blood-spilled position behind it far behind.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." Several high-explosive bombs stirred up smoke and dust near the second trench. "Boom, boom, boom." Two bundles of Jinfa grenades deliberately buried on the edge of the trench before retreating were detonated by artillery shells. Tons of soil roared from the edge of the trench, completely burying the remains of the warrior lying inside.

The soil stained with blood is particularly fertile. Within a month, the weeds will sprout again on the collapsed trenches, leaving no traces of war again.

When spring comes next May, flowers that bloom in the body of the warriors will illuminate the entire wilderness.

Drunkard Note: Originally, this section was the final chapter of Volume 4, but it has not been finished today, and there is still another paragraph tomorrow.
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