Chapter 20: Battle of Jiulongjiang (IV) (This chapter is free)

Lying in the water with my eyes open, I could clearly see the victorious smiles on the faces of the puppet soldiers. One of them leaned his hands against his mouth and exhaled the heat, as if complaining about the cold weather or something.

Ya, you still call me Leng? Don’t look at me! No, no... don’t look at me! If I saw that my “corpse” was still alive and there were two explosive bags on my chest, then I would have the reputation of “died before I could succeed”. At that time, it really responded to what Political Commissar Chen Ye said to me - it was like Zhuge Kongming’s style back then.

The water flow was not slow, and in the blink of an eye, the stone bridge was right in front of me. I quickly stretched out my stiff and trembling hands to untie the marching belt, and then untie a layer of oil cloth wrapped on it. Not to mention, my hands were frozen and stiff, it would be unexpectedly difficult to complete these two things that were as easy as drinking water in normal times.

As I got closer and closer to the stone bridge, I saw the explosives piled up in the second bridge arch very clearly. Fortunately, the puppet army did not come and moved them away. Otherwise, with the two explosive packs on me, I would have to break a small piece of the stone bridge.

I nervously touched the lead of the explosives. What I had to do was actually very simple, that was to ignite the lead, and then throw the two explosives into the bridge arch. But all this had to be done under the eyes of the puppet army...

"Bah!", and then an accident appeared. A puppet army on the bridge spit out the chewing gum in their mouths. The chewing gum dropped to my eyes with a loud bang. I subconsciously turned my head and blinked a few times. The puppet army didn't care at first, but suddenly realized something was wrong again, and stretched out their heads and stared at me with the eldest eyes.

"Hi!" I stretched out my stiff hand and greeted him, trying to make myself smile very handsomely, but what was helpless was that my frozen face was disobedient.

"Oh..." The puppet soldier was shocked, and his hands were swaying, calling out to other puppet soldiers in Korean: "Living, there is a living one below!"

In an instant, several guns appeared on the edge of the bridge, but it was too late. I stabbed my feet and reached the bottom of the bridge. There were banging gunshots coming from the bridge, and water splashed behind me. Because of the angle, their rifles could not hit me at the bottom of the bridge.

I stood on the bridge pier, calmly pulled the lead of the explosive pack, reached out and threw it gently into the oblique area, and the explosive pack, with a smoked tail, jumped and rolled into the bridge arch near the explosive pile. Although my hands were stiff and my body was trembling, I was still throwing it accurately...

Seeing the explosive pack rolling into the bridge arch, the puppet troops immediately understood what was going on. The bridge immediately started to riot. I could only hear strange screams on the bridge, mixed with the sound of tank tracks and I couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.

I was about to ignite the second explosive pack when two round black things suddenly fell from the bridge, a bit like...a little like the cantaloupe grenade commonly used by Americans.

What? Grenade...

I quickly threw away the explosive pack in my hand, and pierced it into the water and swam downstream with all my strength. Mother, I cursed twice in my heart. The puppet soldiers still had some brains and knew to throw grenades under the bridge. Before I could kick a few times, I felt two muffled sounds behind me, pushing towards me with a strong force, which made me dizzy, and I rushed forward involuntarily like a kite with a broken string.

At this time, something terrible happened. I didn't know if it was frozen or something, but I suddenly realized that I could no longer control my hands and feet. I tried my best to cut out the water, but my hands and feet were not in control. What's even more terrifying was that my consciousness was still there and I was still awake. I could even clearly hear a loud noise, and I could clearly see a huge fire bursting from the stone bridge, and then I watched the pieces of gravel flying around me like bullets with a roar. I wanted to hide, but I couldn't move, so I could only let the cold and turbid river water pour into my mouth and nose.

"Is it over like this?" I cried in my heart. I had thought about my own way of dying, but I never thought about dying in this state. It turned out that the feeling of death was like this, and it was not as painful as I thought. I just felt a little tired and wanted to sleep...

At the last moment when I was about to lose consciousness, I heard a familiar voice in a daze: "It's there! Platoon Leader Cui is there! Quick..."

"Cough cough cough..." After a while, I regained consciousness in a severe cough.

"Wake up, wake up! The platoon leader wakes up!"

"It really works!" Hu Zi said excitedly: "I didn't expect that artificial respiration was really works! I only blew it for about ten times, and I could really save people!"

"Hu Zi!" I shouted weakly: "How long have you been brushing your teeth?"

As I said that, another dizziness came, and I fell asleep again with dizziness.

When I woke up again, I found myself and the third and fourth beds were stuffed into a single air-raid shelter, so tightly that I could not move, leaving only a hole as big as a bowl for my breathing. Moreover, I was not wearing any clothes on my body, and there seemed to be bandages on my left shoulder.

"Hey! Is anyone?" I shouted out outside the cave, but the answer was the sound of gunfire, and I was busy fighting, and I had no time to pay attention to me. It was okay, it was good for me to rest here for a while. I haven't had a sleep in such a place with no wind and rain, and a very warm place for a long time.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, my comrades were blown to pieces, my machine guns were shot like sieves, and my gasoline bombs appeared in front of me one by one. Thinking that they all died tragically because of my idea, I couldn't help feeling depressed. Thinking about my comrades outside were still fighting to the death, but I was hiding here comfortably and couldn't sleep.

"Is anyone? Is anyone?"

"Is the platoon leader awake?" It was the old squad leader's voice: "I have been guarding by the side all the time. The guns were too loud just now and I didn't listen!"

"Take me out, whoever stuffs it so tightly will be almost suffocated to death!"

"Hey!" The old squad leader responded and pulled the quilt out, and kept saying, "Isn't it a tiger stuffed it? This quilt was still roasted in the fire for a while before stuffing it in, saying yes..."
Chapter completed!