The Japanese army has not yet arrived, but Tang Cheng's heart is already in chaos. Xie Bo and Liu Yangyang tried their best to keep themselves in the second company, but now Liu Yangyang hinted in his words that he could be a deserter if necessary.
, this made Tang Cheng, who was unwilling to stay in the second company, even more confused. What is going on? Young Tang Cheng looked at Liu Yangyang with some uncertainty, trying to learn from Liu Yangyang's words.
You can tell something from his facial expression. Unfortunately, Liu Yangyang's face was also covered in burnt black and stains at this time. Tang Cheng couldn't even tell Liu Yangyang's expression.
After dawn, the first battalion's position ushered in a rare silence. Almost everyone on the position was taking the time to rest. Only Tang Cheng, who was suspicious and worried, couldn't sleep. Since he had nothing to do, Tang Cheng simply crossed his legs as usual.
Sitting in his bunker, he began to disassemble and clean his two rifles. The Japanese attack before dawn retreated as quickly as it came. There was no chance for Tangcheng and the Japanese army to close fire. The most Tangcheng could do was use Mauser.
The rifle fired two shots as the Japanese troops retreated.
Of course Tangcheng doesn’t want to die. In fact, it is common for people to flee during battles. There are always some people who cannot bear the pressure of war and become deserters. After these people escape from the battlefield, they will try to sell their weapons and uniforms.
Military shoes and all military-related items on their bodies, but many of them died under enemy gunfire, or were shot by their own officers supervising the battle. In short, only a small number of deserters could escape the battlefield alive.
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The ones Tang Cheng saw in Qiandeng Town and Suzhou were defeated troops. Routed troops are different from deserters. Although routed troops also left the battlefield, they would find their original troops to rejoin the battle. Deserters are shameful.
, they may take off their military uniforms and blend into the ranks of the common people and flee and never fight again, or they may wait until they have spent the money they got from selling their weapons and then rejoin another army, waiting for the opportunity to become deserters again and sell their weapons for money.
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From the bottom of his heart, Tang Cheng had given up the plan of escaping and becoming a deserter. What's more, even if he was lucky enough to escape from the battlefield and survive, how could he conceal his identity as a deserter and survive? "Now this purgatory-like battlefield has become his most important right now.
It's a good choice. As long as you persist for three days, the second company will be re-defended and returned to the city. After all, Nanjing City I is safer than outside, and Jiu Jin is still left at the first aid station in the city.
After cleaning his two rifles, Tang Cheng, who had nothing to do, fiddled with his Mauser rifle. The scale of the rifle still stayed on the 0-meter scale. Tang Cheng took out the bullets he had saved from several battles in his pocket.
, count five rounds and fill them into the magazine, then pretend to pull the trigger, pull the bolt, eject the bullet, push the bolt to reset, pull the trigger, pull the bolt, and eject the bullet, repeat the shooting action in this way, and let go of the bullet in your heart.
Fear, fear, confusion, etc. are all placed in one's own movements, and all the bullets that are imagined to be fired from the barrel of the gun are fired towards the front of the position.
Tang Cheng had no intuitive concept of the difference between 0 meters and 300 meters before. He only learned from Xie Bo that the effective range of the Mauser 98k rifle is 800 meters. This "effective range" actually refers to the killing range of the bullet.
Affected by wind speed, bullet weight and other factors, when the distance exceeds 500 meters, it is difficult for even a sniper to accurately shoot the target. And the "person" seen by the naked eye at this distance is just a vague outline.
It's not like I can tell height, fatness, skin color or even face as imagined.
In more than forty hours, three battles occurred during the day and one battle occurred at night, giving Tangcheng a new understanding of the distance of 0 meters. When the enemy target only approached a distance of 600 meters, the defenders were still
Use mortars and heavy machine gun firepower to intercept. 300 meters is the scale where light machine guns and rifles begin to exert their power. Perhaps it will be more effective to put the enemy closer and then attack. Just face the enemy's surging human sea offensive, command
Liu Yangyang of the 1st Battalion did not have that kind of courage at all. They would rather spend more ammunition and try to hold off the enemy in front of the defense line, because the current 1st Battalion simply did not have enough troops.
After fiddling with his Mauser rifle for a while, Tang Cheng stopped. The early morning light was so soft, and the smell of earth even overshadowed the aftertaste of gun smoke and the smell of blood on the battlefield. The sound of guns and artillery shouting seemed to be...
Things belonging to another world were so quiet in my ears that even the chirping of birds could not be heard. The smell of blood in his nose made Tang Cheng know in his heart that he was still in the trenches. This was a battlefield and the battle would continue.
Death will still happen, we just don't know who will be next.
After hesitating for a moment, Tang Cheng tried his best to lift himself up with stiff and numb hands, and sat up leaning against the trench wall. Tang Cheng looked around. Many soldiers were wrapped in clothes and huddled up sleeping in the trench. Look at those who were huddled up and sleeping.
Tangcheng is very envious of the Zhengxiang guys. They can fall asleep wrapped in thin winter clothes in such a difficult environment. Tangcheng would never be able to do that.
Not far away, several veterans with German-style steel helmets with large ears were sitting around a small pile of charcoal fire. They set up a metal lunch box on a stone tripod. They didn't know what was being cooked in the lunch box. The faint aroma was just right.
It floated out from there. As his consciousness woke up, the emptiness and hunger in his belly made Tang Cheng feel uncomfortable. He licked his lips, and Lin En took out half a piece of dry biscuit from his pocket. This was last night's dinner.
It was specially kept at that time. If the people who were transporting supplies did not come up later, Tangcheng would have to rely on this half piece of dry biscuit to spend the whole day today.
Looking forward to it but reluctant to give up, he broke off a thumb-sized pancake and stuffed it into his mouth. The dry and hard pancake made Tang Cheng chew very hard. Fortunately, Tang Cheng now had plenty of time. He used his tongue and teeth to chew the dry and hard pancake.
The stuff that was tossed around in his mouth was soaked with saliva first, and then Tang Cheng chewed the soft bits bit by bit like eating beef jerky, until he chewed up all the dry cookies that he stuffed into his mouth and swallowed.
Enter the stomach.
The thumb-sized pancake failed to suppress the hunger in Tang Cheng's belly. On the contrary, it made Tang Cheng feel even more hungry. He glanced at the pancake that was missing a piece reluctantly. Tang Cheng endured his hunger and took the dry pancake back into his own.
In his pocket, he shook the kettle hanging on his waist. Fortunately, there was still half a bottle of water left in the kettle. He raised his head and drank half of the water in the kettle. Only then did the hungry Tang Cheng feel better.
Trying not to look at the veterans sitting around the charcoal fire, Tang Cheng followed the example of the others and wrapped himself in military uniform, huddled up in the trench and took a nap with his eyes closed. However, all he inhaled in his nose was the fragrance wafting from the charcoal fire, which made Tang Cheng
It was impossible to fall asleep quietly. "Eat more. I won't think about my mother when I'm full. Who knows where our next meal will be." Zhou Fu turned over and sat up, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth and taking out two pieces of the same thing.
One piece of the dry and hard pancake was thrown to Tang Cheng, and the other piece was stuffed into his mouth and chewed hard.
"Get down" Seeing how hard Zhou Fu was chewing, Tang Cheng was about to pass his kettle over, but Zhou Fu rushed towards him and knocked him down in the trench. "Boom" "Boom" Tang Cheng just heard the sound of artillery shells in the air.
With screams piercing the air, artillery shells fired by the Japanese army exploded on the first battalion's position. "Hidden, hidden, Japanese shelling, shelling." Liu Yangyang's shout rang out from the trench,
Liu Yangyang was walking through the trenches with his submachine gun, punching and kicking the panicked guys to a safe place.
Although there was some habitual nervousness in his heart, Tang Cheng knew that this guy would only become extremely manic when fighting or approaching a battle. Normally, he was just a veteran ruffian. He was sitting around the charcoal fire cooking food.
Several veterans were not as lucky as Tangcheng. The first two artillery shells fired by the Japanese army all landed in the same place. The place where the veterans cooked food had become a big crater, and the green smoke from the charcoal fire burned their bodies.
The location was exposed to Japanese artillery observers.
Liu Yangyang braved the Japanese artillery fire and rushed all the panicked soldiers in the trenches to a safe place. At this time, Liu Yangyang was like an invulnerable golden Arhat, not afraid of the Japanese artillery fire and quickly shuttled in the trenches.
"They are all those who are in a hurry to reincarnate. They are still rushing to light fires in the trenches. They deserve to be blown to pieces by the kid's shells." Looking at the big crater that appeared in the trench in front of him, Liu Yangyang
He was so angry that he cursed. He was not complaining about the sudden bombardment by the Japanese army, but he felt sorry for the veterans who died under the Japanese artillery fire.
Almost at the same time as Liu Yangyang's screams and curses rang out, long-suppressed gunshots finally erupted from the trenches of the 1st Battalion. Hot bullets shot out like raindrops. The yellow tide approaching the 1st Battalion's position suddenly slowed down.
"Japanese army, the Japanese army is coming up." There were shouts in the trenches. Faced with the fierce firepower of a battalion, the Japanese offensive troops even retreated briefly. However, this situation only lasted for a short period of time. As the Japanese artillery fire continued to attack
After the first battalion carried out the artillery bombardment, the Japanese troops who briefly paused or even retreated came over again.
The Japanese artillery fired fiercely at the 1st Battalion's position, and the already dilapidated trenches of the 1st Battalion immediately erupted into ball after ball of fire. As the shrapnel splashed by the explosion swept past like a storm, many people in the 1st Battalion had no time to cry out.
They had already been injured and fell down or died immediately. In order to save their own lives, most of the people in the first battalion position, including Tang Cheng, had no choice but to retreat into the trenches to avoid the Japanese when the Japanese firepower was the most intense.
of artillery fire. As a result, the firepower on a battalion's position was naturally greatly weakened.
"Xie Chengrui, you bastard, where is the artillery support you promised? If there is no artillery support yet, the 1st Battalion's position will be lost." Seeing the Japanese army's khaki uniforms forming an imperial tide leaving the 1st Battalion.
As the position got closer and closer, Liu Yangyang, who was also huddled in the trench to avoid the Japanese bombardment, couldn't help scolding Xie Chengrui, frightening several soldiers of the first battalion who were near him to death.