"Do you think you have lived too long?" the company commander cursed fiercely, as if he felt that he should not treat Tang Cheng who had just experienced life and death like this, so he explained in a low voice, "These are Japanese military boots.
, if brothers from other troops see you, they will think that you are a spy sent by the Japanese to infiltrate among us. By then, you have a hundred mouths and you can’t speak clearly, and you will definitely lose the meal."
The company commander's words shocked Tang Cheng, who dared to put on his military shoes, but Tang Cheng didn't want to peel off the shoes on the dead man's feet, so he had no choice but to continue wearing his sheepskin soft shoes that were almost rotten.
Several Japanese-style 38 rifles that Cheng risked his life to get back were given to a few veterans with outstanding marksmanship, and he was also assigned 9 rifle bullets and a bayonet. The veterans endured the pain of their wounds and silently invited bricks.
The stone sharpened the bayonet. Once the bullets were gone, the rifle in their hands was like a fire stick. The bayonet was the only weapon they had left.
Tang Cheng sat in the corner at a loss, not hesitating, but he also did not learn to polish his bayonet like a veteran. At this moment, his mind went blank. On weekdays, listening to Robert talk about his war experience when he was young, Tang Cheng was more than satisfied.
I once imagined that I was a great hero who was galloping around the battlefield and killing countless enemies, but when I was actually on the battlefield one day, those fantasies turned into nothing.
At dawn, Tang Cheng opened his tired eyes. The early morning light was still soft, but his breath was filled with the aftertaste of gunpowder smoke and the burnt smell of earth. His ears were so quiet, as if yesterday's fight to death had never happened.
Appeared before. The soil in front of him still smelled of blood. Tang Cheng, who was still in the trench, hesitated for a moment, and tried hard to push up his stiff and numb hands. He actually fell asleep in the trench with his rifle in his arms.
Being able to sleep in such a difficult environment was something I would have never imagined before.
Sitting up against the rubble, Tang Cheng looked around. Many guys were still sleeping in the trenches with their rifles in their arms like he had just done. Not far away, several veterans wearing helmets with large ear rims were sitting together and whispering.
What are you living for? As his consciousness awakened, the emptiness and hunger in his belly became uncomfortable. He licked his lips and took out half a biscuit from his pocket. This was what he had secretly hidden last night. Unknowingly,
Jue Tangcheng turned into a hamster, instinctively collecting everything so that he could survive as much as possible in a difficult environment.
I put the biscuit into my mouth expectantly and reluctantly, chewed a few mouthfuls, and found it was dry and hard. I was groping for the kettle when I saw the company commander walking over with his rifle under his arm. Of course, I felt a little habitual.
Nervous, but Tang Cheng knew that the company commander would only become extremely manic when fighting or approaching a battle, and at most he would keep a straight face.
When he reached the front, the company commander stopped and looked down at Tang Cheng without saying anything. There was a hint of indifference in his eyes. Tang Cheng, whose hands and feet were numb, struggled a few times but did not stand up. He had to raise his head and stared blankly.
Looking at each other. Seeing that Tang Cheng neither stood up nor answered, the company commander who looked at him was not angry. He just reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and then walked away with a serious face. He and company commander were on the same page the day before.
Compared to the few recruits who were so frightened that they peed their pants, Tang Cheng, who was temporarily caught as a strong man, was already doing very well. In the current environment, it was hard for the company commander to say anything to Tang Cheng.
He guessed that the company commander was probably praising his performance last night, but Tang Cheng was not happy at all. He thought of the two veterans who died under the Japanese machine guns last night. Tang Cheng shook his head and tried his best to clear his mind and continued to explore.
He was holding his own kettle, but the kettle taken from the corpse of the Japanese soldier seemed to be lost. At this moment, a dirty hand handed over a military kettle with the paint almost worn off. Tang Cheng turned his head and sighed.
The person on his left was a lean young man. The young face under the helmet looked like he was in his early twenties.
Tang Cheng took the kettle and didn't know how to thank him, so he simply remained silent. This man was the slightly wounded man who found the company commander from the rubble yesterday. He seemed to be the company commander's orderly, but the other person did not want to speak.
Tang Cheng couldn't say anything about what he meant. The two of them just sat silently among the rubble, one smoking and the other taking sips of water. This was a battlefield, and it was still a matter of debate whether they could survive or not, and it didn't matter if they got to know him.
It will change his situation, Tang Cheng thought, screwed up the kettle and returned it to the man, reluctantly smiling along with him.
Weapons are the first life of a soldier, but sometimes the role of a kettle is more important than weapons. This is what Robert likes to emphasize when telling stories to Tang Cheng. Thinking of this, Tang Cheng groped around himself again.
, I finally found the kettle half buried in the soil under my butt, shook it, and found that there was still half a kettle of water. I tied it back under my belt, and when I retracted my hand, it hit something hard in my lower back.
He took it out easily. It was a thick book slightly larger than a palm. It had a cover. It was probably a diary.
There is a black and white family photo in the book. Judging from the flat and smooth texture of the photo, it should have been taken recently. The style of the photo is very traditional. The parents in kimonos sit in the middle, and the four children stand in order of height.
Back row. The tallest one is probably the eldest son of the family. He is wearing a straight Japanese military uniform and looks full of vitality. The three younger ones are one boy and two girls. The little boy is thirteen or fourteen years old. He also wears a uniform, but he is the same.
The face is childish; the older girl is about ten years old, and she looks like a beauty at first glance, while the younger girl is only five or six years old, with a hint of shyness on her face.
This is a standard family portrait of a Japanese family. The man sitting in the chair with a straight face should be the owner of this diary. However, he should have died here yesterday, otherwise this diary would not have fallen into the Tang Dynasty.
In Tang Cheng’s hands, he got this from one of the corpses last night. He casually opened the diary and read a few pages. Tang Cheng finally confirmed that what Robert said was true. Japanese surnames were all randomly chosen by their ancestors.
, the owner of this diary is named Kazuo Inoue. According to Robert, this man's ancestor was either conceived on the well platform, or was born directly beside the well platform.
There is nothing important in the diary. They are all trivial things that parents care about. Occasionally, there will be a few short poems. It seems that this Japanese named Inoue Kazuo is still a cultural person. But judging from the photos, this Japanese should
More like a butcher. After reading a few more pages, Tang Cheng, who was a little disappointed, threw the diary and photos aside. He found a lot of things last night. If it hadn't been for the appearance of the two Japanese soldiers, those things would have been lost.
Maybe I could bring them all back, but now all that's left is this diary and a short gun stuck on my waist.
The pistol left by Robert disappeared before Tang Cheng woke up from the coma. Tang Cheng, who did not dare to ask more questions, thought it must have been discarded in the alley. The short gun found from the dead body last night was found by Tang Cheng. To hide it, he needs something to protect his life. In the military, only officers are qualified to wear short guns. Robert said that in close combat, short guns are sometimes more useful than machine guns, at least in close-range shooting in chaotic battles. It is rare to accidentally injure one of your own.
The short gun that Tang Cheng found last night was the same as the Liu Yangyang's short gun that he had played with earlier. They were both Mauser pistols. However, Tang Cheng did not find a magazine on the body. All he found was two cartridges lined with 10 bullets. Qiao. Tang Cheng’s understanding of the shell gun only came from Liu Yangyang’s half-hour explanation that day. He didn’t know that Liu Yangyang’s shell gun was a German speed machine that used a magazine to load ammunition, but the one Tang Cheng found could only be filled with ammunition. The red9 Mauser pistol is loaded with 10 rounds of ammunition, and its ammunition can only be loaded from the top using the bullet bridge, and the ammunition capacity is only 10 rounds.
Tang Cheng tried to fiddle with the gun, the magazine and the hammer according to the steps Liu Yangyang said that day. He held the handle of the gun with his backhand, and the heavy feeling made Tang Cheng's restless heart slowly calm down. .The Mauser pistol, which is called a box gun or a speed machine by the Chinese ***, is not just a patent of the Chinese ***. Japan has also imported many from Germany and Spain for distribution to low-level officers. Last night in Tangcheng The found Kazuo Inoue was obviously not an ordinary soldier. He probably had the rank of second lieutenant or something, otherwise he wouldn't have a red9 pistol.
The sun was rising little by little, and there was movement in the Japanese army's position opposite. Compared with the hungry Tang Cheng and the others, the Japanese army on the opposite side was obviously having a much better time. Tang Cheng even smelled the aroma of rice drifting along the wind. After swallowing hard, Tang Cheng carefully put the one and a half biscuits in his pocket into his close-fitting pocket. The reinforcements mentioned by the company commander had not yet arrived. Before the reinforcements appeared, Tang Cheng had to rely on this one and a half biscuits. Biscuits and a small half bottle of water survive. If given the chance to choose, he would rather get back food and enough water last night. In the face of weapons, ammunition and water, maybe water is more important.
"Hide, pay attention to concealment, Japanese artillery fire." The sharp whistling sound of mortar shells streaking through the air was heard in mid-air, and of course the hissing shouts of the lookout sentries. Curl up, close your eyes, and hug your weapons tightly. In his arms, Tang Cheng had no choice but to leave his fate to God like those veterans. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the most terrifying thing was not death, but standing on the edge of life and death without knowing what to do. They were so helpless and weak when faced with the bursts of shrapnel that began to fly in all directions.
They can only leave life and death to God. Maybe in the next moment, some of them will die from the other side's bombardment, but the living must survive. The soil stirred up by the explosion splashed on their faces. With hands on his hands, Tang Cheng thought he was about to go back. He suddenly missed Robert so much and everyone who was good or bad to him. If he could start over, Tang Cheng would even be willing to call Robert his father.