"Puff", "Puff", "Puff", the machine gun bullets hit the Japanese soldiers and raised several clouds of blood mist. Seven or eight miserable Japanese soldiers were shot and fell to the ground. As the Japanese army retreated, the machine gun firepower on the position began to extend.
However, more people who were shot by machine guns were the corpses of Japanese soldiers who were already dead.
Without the cover of artillery fire, the Japanese army temporarily stopped the attack. Tang Cheng, who was squatting in the trench, took the opportunity to clean his rifle. The soldiers in the position used a variety of firearms, including Chinese-style rifles like the one in Tang Cheng's hand, as well as German-style rifles.
Mauser rifles, but most of them are rifles called Hanyang-made rifles by veterans. These rifles all have a common feature, the rifles are more or less stained with blood.
While everyone was huddled in the trench with their eyes closed, Tang Cheng, who was also holding a rifle, was looking around. Fighting was too dangerous and he didn't want to die. Tang Cheng planned to escape from here. Tang Cheng was not a native of Shanghai, but a member of the Japanese army.
The artillery fire destroyed all buildings higher than three stories on this street, and Tangcheng couldn't figure out where he was.
As night falls, the vision begins to blur, but the Japanese troops on the opposite side are unwilling to give the Chinese soldiers time and opportunity to rest. Their flares rise into the air one after another, and the cold light of the flares illuminates the night sky and the earth.
It illuminated the Japanese soldiers who were engaged in the attack, as well as their defense line in Tangcheng. The charging Japanese troops were shouting, and the mortars and machine guns of both sides were trying their best to attack each other. Dark red ballistics were moving across the battlefield.
Shuttle back and forth, explosions of various sound quality fill your ears.
"The Japanese troops are coming out, be careful, stay hidden." The squad leader's brutal voice filled the position. The crouched guys straightened their bodies and lay down against the trenches. The sound of pulling the gun bolt was particularly clear among the explosions.
The trembling Tang Cheng also imitated the soldiers around him and raised his Zhongzheng rifle and aimed forward. Seeing the Japanese soldiers approaching step by step, Tang Cheng felt depressed and nervous, so much so that when a dirty hand suddenly appeared on
When he reached his left side, he was startled and almost accidentally pulled the trigger.
Tang Cheng turned around to look, and suddenly there were a few more rows of bullets in his hand, and the owner of that "dirty hand" - a thin, childish boy, was distributing bullets along the trench to each of the soldiers who were waiting.
Ammunition. Looking at the ill-fitting military uniform and cloth military cap on his body, Tang Cheng felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. The child seemed not older than himself, and his head looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old. "Fire bullets
"Everyone should use it sparingly. We don't have much ammunition, but we have to stop the Japanese here. After the bullets are fired, everyone will have to go up with their heads and fight the Japanese soldiers with bayonets." The old man explained this in a loud voice.
The origin and purpose of bullets.
Tang Cheng did not want to die. In fact, there were some escapees during the battle, but they either died under the enemy's gunfire or were shot by their own officers supervising the battle. Tang Cheng had already seen such precedents during the day.
After secretly glancing at Lao Man in the trench several times, Tang Cheng temporarily gave up his plan to escape because he found that the rifle in Lao Man's hand was always pointed at the new recruits intentionally or unintentionally. Raised by Robert
When Tang Cheng grew up, he grew up with countless white eyes. Being proficient in observation and flattery was Tang Cheng's little way to nourish his life.
Continuous fighting consumes a lot of ammunition. Like those veterans, Tang Cheng silently put four rows of bullets into his pocket. On the one hand, he was coping with the situation that may continue to worsen. On the other hand, he felt that with his current shooting skills, he could
The more bullets there are, the more wastage. Instead of fighting with all your strength, it is better to wait for the result calmly. Most of the veterans in the trenches threw away their bullet bags and put spare bullets in their pockets, so that both
It is easy to move and ensures that ammunition can be carried with you.
"Fire, fire." As the firing order was issued, bullets and shrapnel from the defenders' positions swept out like a storm. Many people in the Japanese offensive formation were shot and fell before they could even utter a wail, and most of the defenders
In order to save their own lives, people, including Tang Cheng, retreated into the trenches when the firepower was the most intense. As a result, the firepower on the position was naturally weakened by a large amount. Tangcheng finally took a breath.
He heard a rough voice ringing in his ears, and the squad leader's big foot kicked him mercilessly.
"Fire, fire, get up and fire." You can't fight back when you're being beaten, you can't talk back when you're scolded. In this life-and-death situation, Tang Cheng didn't have time to react. He could only grab the rifle with one hand like a conditioned reflex,
Holding the helmet with one hand, he crawled back to the shooting position at the edge of the trench. However, as soon as his head came out of the trench, the strong feeling that a bullet would hit him in the next second began to torture his senses and challenge him.
His endurance was extremely high, especially when bullets flew by with strange noises, his heart was completely suspended, and he even had an instinctive urge to urinate to stimulate his bladder.
With the help of the cold light of the flare, Tang Cheng gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger without even taking aim. As his eardrums rang slightly, Tang Cheng felt his shoulder blades hurt from being hit. "The hand holding the gun must be steady.
The butt of the gun is pressed against the shoulder blade tightly, otherwise your shoulder blade will be cracked by the butt of the gun. Be careful when aiming, don't waste bullets by shooting blindly." Old Man's voice rang in Tang Cheng's ears, but this time the young man
The old man's big foot was broken.
In Tang Cheng's heart, Lao Man's loud voice was even scarier than the Japanese soldier opposite him. He didn't dare to turn his head and look at Lao Man's face. Tang Cheng clumsily pulled the gun bolt to eject the cartridge case according to the method taught by the veteran, and then pushed it in again.
A bullet entered the gun chamber. Under the intimidation of Lao Man's loud voice, several recruits next to Tangcheng also lay down in their respective fighting positions, quietly aiming at the Japanese army opposite. In fact, in a night battle environment
, no one knows whether their bullets killed the enemy. Maybe they disappeared without a trace, or maybe they added an insignificant shot to the dying body.
Even so, the soldiers in the trenches still worked hard to pull the bolts, aim, and shoot, repeating these actions mechanically until all the bullets in the magazine were fired, and then they could squat down without being scolded.
Loading bullets into the magazine. After firing three bullets in succession, he retreated into the trench again. Tang Cheng gasped for air. This was his second time shooting and the second time he faced the Japanese army directly. Several Japanese attacks during the day had failed.
It was a small force and was repulsed even a hundred meters away, but at this moment the Japanese troops had already rushed within a hundred meters of the position.
The tension of the battle made Tang Cheng's heart beat wildly. What made him even more uncomfortable was the strange smell of gunpowder smoke and earth. The pressure on his nasal cavity and lungs was far greater than the cigars Robert often smoked. Tang Cheng deliberately filled the
The movement of the bullet slowed down, and he deliberately turned a deaf ear to the increasingly clear explosion sound. However, the sound of gunfire and explosions became closer and closer, and grenades seemed to come in handy. After loading the bullet, he took a deep breath, and Tang Cheng was about to stand up and shoot.
The guy wearing the steel helmet suddenly fell down. Tang Cheng subconsciously turned his face and glanced, but when the fire from the explosion illuminated the trench, Tang Cheng froze.
The soldier who fell into the trench had his face covered in blood, and his head was covered with something white and suspicious. Tang Cheng's head buzzed and he fell into a sluggish state. He knew that his eyesight had always been very good, so good that he didn't think so.
I had made a mistake just now. Those white suspicious things should be what the veterans called ** during the day. "vomit" held on to the trench and vomited all over the place. He only ate a few biscuits all day long.
Even if I vomit, there is nothing to vomit.
"Stop fucking vomiting. The Japanese troops are coming. Open fire on them. They are almost dead. Why are you vomiting?" Lao Man's big hand that looked like a cattail leaf fan picked up the collar of Tang Cheng's neck and pulled the little chick.
The same Tang Cheng pressed down on the trench, and then stuffed the rifle covered with vomit into Tang Cheng's arms. "Isn't he just a dead man? Maybe after a while, you will also have your head smashed by the Japanese army like him.
If you don't want to be smashed by them, you have to smash their heads first." The old man yelled to call Tang Cheng's soul back, and without bothering to wipe the vomit from the corner of his mouth, Tang Cheng faced the front of the position and buckled down.
The trigger.
In this position that was devastated by countless Japanese artillery fire, Tangcheng, which was almost on the verge of collapse, had never felt that life and death were so close. Lao Man was right. If he wanted not to be killed by the Japanese army, he had to kill the attacker first.
The Japanese army pulled the bolt, aimed, and fired, repeating these actions mechanically. It was not until all the bullets in the magazine were fired again that Tang Cheng stopped. Tang Cheng, who dropped his rifle and held his head in both hands, squatted in the trench and went crazy.
As if shouting, the corpse with half of its head rotten was lying at his feet. The squad leader looked at the hysterical Tang Cheng with a cold face, and rarely kicked Tang Cheng with his big feet.
There was no one in the camp who was smaller than Tang Cheng, but there was only one student from Tang Cheng. Among the many ragged military uniforms, Tang Cheng’s student uniforms were particularly conspicuous. Looking at the shivering Tang Cheng, Lao Man suddenly felt a little nostalgic.
My daughter-in-law, who is far away in my hometown, was already pregnant when she was given a child. If my daughter-in-law had been a boy, she would have been able to run around this year. "Take a sip, you will feel better after a sip." With body temperature.
The wine gourd was handed into Tang Cheng's hand. He looked up and saw the black face of squad leader Man.
He pulled out the cork and smelled it. The pungent smell of alcohol made Tang Cheng frown, but he still took a sip as Lao Man said. The strong alcohol was like fire in his mouth. When he swallowed it, a line of fire came from his abdomen.
The middle of his heart went straight to his forehead. When Tang Cheng was helping to clean the church, he secretly drank Robert's whiskey. Compared with Lao Man's wine, that wine was like a footwash. He subconsciously took another sip, feeling a little drunk.
Tang Cheng, who was above, returned the wine gourd to Lao Man, and with the strength of the wine, he dragged the corpse with half of its head rotten out of the trench. He also casually searched the corpse's pockets and stuffed the found bullets and grenades into it.