The hiss from the mouth of the Japanese soldier beneath him made Tang Cheng's hair stand on end, but as Liu Yangyang said, it was life and death on the battlefield. If he relaxed a little, the Japanese soldier below him was much stronger than him.
He would definitely kill himself. Tang Cheng, who didn’t want to die here, could only close his eyes tightly and press the handle of the knife tightly, using all his strength to prevent the Japanese soldiers under him from having a chance to make a comeback. The battlefield was deathly silent.
The only sound was Tang Cheng's rapid breathing and the movement of the Japanese soldier beneath him who couldn't help but kick his legs.
Seconds later, maybe even longer, the Japanese soldier who was pinned down by Tang Cheng finally stopped twitching. Panting heavily, Tang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared in his sight was a face that remained unmoved.
There was a hint of disbelief in the eyes that had lost their light. Maybe the Japanese soldier who was stabbed to death by Tang Cheng with all his strength really couldn't figure out how he could die in Tang Cheng's hands.
After spending a tense moment, Tang Cheng felt the pain on his face. At this time, Tang Cheng's face was already covered in blood. Even people who were familiar with Tang Cheng would not be able to recognize this man with his face covered in blood and his clothes were ragged.
The guy was Tang Cheng. He stabbed the Japanese soldier who fell into the crater to death. Tang Cheng, who turned over and sat up, only took a few breaths before getting up and climbing out of the crater. The matter was not over yet. He knew that his marksmanship was very good.
Tang Cheng was worried about the Japanese soldiers who were shot by him with his shell gun. He wanted to make sure that those Japanese soldiers were indeed dead.
Cleaning the battlefield is as important as a real battle. This is something Robert mentioned many times when he told Tang Cheng about his young military experience in his spare time. Several of Robert's former friends died on the battlefield where the battle ended.
He died under the gun of the enemy who was pretending to be dead. Tang Cheng, who was so sore, almost crawled to find the shell gun that had been thrown out by him. Enduring the pain, Tang Cheng took out the spare bullet bridge and filled the shell gun with bullets. He had the gun in his hand.
Tangcheng suddenly felt a little more courageous.
The afternoon sun was warm, but Tang Cheng still felt cold. The wound on his leg was aching faintly, and the gauze wrapping the wound was already showing blood. Maybe Tang Cheng stood up too quickly, and Tang Cheng's nosebleed started flowing out again.
Using his dirty sleeves to wipe away the nosebleeds, Tang Cheng walked towards the corpses of the Japanese soldiers with a bayonet in his shaky left hand and a rifle in his right hand. "Puff", the bayonet cut deeply into
On the neck of the first corpse, the blood spattered from the knife edge instantly formed a small blood puddle under the corpse.
"This one is dead." Tang Cheng shook his head and moved to the next corpse. "Pfft" he cut it with one knife. It was still dead. The two in succession had already been severed. Even Tang Cheng himself believed that he was dead.
His marksmanship has greatly improved. "Bagh Ya Road" Tang Cheng was no longer ready to attack the corpse of the third Japanese soldier. Unexpectedly, the guy who originally looked like a corpse suddenly sat up and cursed Tang Cheng.
, and forcefully picked up the rifle at hand and raised it.
Tang Cheng was also horrified and turned his gun to point at this damned Japanese soldier. The two faced each other with their guns. What seemed like a fair fight turned out to be Tang Cheng's nightmare. Tang Cheng, who was not yet a recruit, had no skills in fighting at all.
Skills and skills, and the body's instinctive reaction is difficult to play a role in such a battle. After two seconds of confrontation, the ferocious-looking Japanese soldiers twisted their waists, thrust their guns, and stabbed.
"Pa!" At the moment when his life was hanging by a thread, Tang Cheng's gun rang out, and the Japanese soldier who was shot in the chest fell back on his back. However, Tang Cheng's face was inevitably stained with blood, and the stars fell on his lips, making Tang Cheng
Tang Cheng felt an extremely nauseating taste. Seeing the Japanese soldier fall with his eyes wide open and a look of reluctance on his face, Tang Cheng almost instinctively pulled the trigger on the corpses of several other Japanese soldiers. He didn't want to encounter him again.
In the situation just now, if there wasn't a certain distance between himself and the Japanese soldier, I might have died.
The empty wind blew through the battlefield full of death, and the chilly haze that made Tang Cheng feel dissipated. There were charred rubble and smokey wood chips everywhere. Tang Cheng ran quickly with a shell gun in his hand.
Looking at his own position, he did not believe that there was not a single living person in the position. The ambulance soldiers who were dragging their broken legs and struggling to fire had been blown into several fragments wrapped in military uniform fragments. There were many more mutilated corpses like this.
, Tang Cheng couldn't help but vomited it out again. Compared with what he saw in front of him, the scenes Tang Cheng witnessed in yesterday's battle were obviously childish.
"After that battle, only 38 of my brothers from my company survived. There were corpses everywhere on the battlefield. Many of them had been blown to pieces by the Japs' cannonballs, and we couldn't even put them together." Tangcheng also said.
He remembered what Liu Yangyang told him about the last Battle of Songhu. At that time, Tangcheng was still laughing in his heart that Liu Yangyang was talking about ancient times, but he believed it now, because the scorched earth ruins he was stepping on now had
There were many corpses that could not be distinguished, and he could only rely on the color of the military uniforms on the corpses to identify whether they were enemies or friends.
Looking at the deserted position, Tang Cheng felt as if he had fallen into a glacier. The position was held, but it was the blood and lives of this soldier, whom Tang Cheng called a miscellaneous company. Before that, Tang Cheng had always thought that
Just like what was said in the market rumors, the Japanese soldiers commanded and bullied the common people but were vulnerable to the Japanese. The brutal battles that took place in front of him for two consecutive days allowed him to finally see the bloody side of the Japanese officers and soldiers.
The battlefield filled with fire and blood has been repeated countless times in Tang Cheng's dreams, but when he personally experienced the real battlefield, he didn't seem to be excited and cheering in his heart. Looking at the dilapidated position full of corpses, Tang Cheng felt a little agitated.
He stood at a loss, without any experience or knowledge to tell him what he should do at this time. The position was saved, and their motley company blocked the Japanese attack at the cost of almost all of them being killed, and even killed them all.
All the attacking Japanese troops were eliminated, but only Tang Cheng, a newcomer to the battlefield, was left on the battlefield.
Tang Cheng's health was very poor when he was a child. Robert once thought that Tang Cheng was someone who couldn't make a living. As far back as he could remember, Robert had been forcing him to exercise. After moving to Peking, the most important thing Tang Cheng did after studying was to work with
The friends ran around the church all day long. After more than ten years of continuous exercise, Tang Cheng, who seemed to be thin, had a good figure, but his footsteps at that time had never been as heavy as today, and there was something hidden in his heart.
The last bit of strength in the body seemed to have been exhausted, the lungs and throat were burning and uncomfortable, the abdomen seemed to be continuously squeezed, and the pain was dull, not to mention the soreness in the legs.
After standing quietly for a while, Tang Cheng moved and picked up a kettle that still had some water. Tang Cheng endured the pain on his face and wiped the blood off his face with water. Then he drank a piece and a half of the water he had saved.
Biscuits filled his stomach. No matter when, being hungry is a very annoying thing. Tang Cheng knew that he could not defend this place by himself, so he wanted to leave. Anyway, he was being
They grabbed strong men and dragged them into the army. Now that everyone is dead, if they sneak back to the church, no one will know about it.
After reloading the shell gun, Tang Cheng put the remaining three bullets into his pocket. He turned his head and thought for a moment. Tang Cheng dragged his slightly heavy steps towards the Japanese officer who was killed by him and fired.
It was just a quick glance at the time. Tang Cheng, who had now calmed down, recalled that the Japanese officer had a pistol holster on his waist. Maybe he could get a pistol from the Japanese officer. The rifle was too bulky and too heavy.
It is too conspicuous, and Tang Cheng does not want to carry a Japanese 38 rifle around the world. The short and compact pistol is easy to hide. For Tang Cheng, the pistol is the best choice.
Tang Cheng, who tried to find the second pistol, was disappointed. The Japanese officer with the pistol holster on his waist was obviously just a fake. Tang Cheng, who opened the holster, found no pistol at all, but only two gold bars commonly known as "little yellow croakers" and
A jade token that seemed to be of great value. Taking off the leather satchel from the Japanese officer's waist, Tang Cheng put all the gold bars and jade tokens he found into it. It doesn't matter if you don't have a gun or you have money. He rummaged through everything on the Japanese officer's body.
Tang Cheng dug out another pack of cigarettes, a lighter, a pen and a diary with photos in his pocket.
Tang Cheng put the cigarettes, lighters and pens into his leather bag, and threw away the diary. Unwilling to give up, Tang Cheng found two Japanese grenades on several other Japanese corpses. It seemed that the Japanese were running out of ammunition.
, there were only two grenades for such a few people. Tang Cheng spat at the corpse on the ground, put the leather bag diagonally across his body, and then dragged heavy steps towards the street corner behind his position. After two days of fighting, Tang Cheng
Tang Cheng's temper also changed a bit. He picked up the handle of the shell gun and slammed it on the glass of the window. Tang Cheng entered the deserted tailor shop with the smell of gunpowder smoke all over his body.
No matter whether the clothes he found fit or not, Tang Cheng directly tore off his military uniform in the shop, put on the short-breasted jacket that he had turned out, kicked off the sheepskin soft shoes that had already opened his mouth, and put on Tang Cheng
He wore cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles. Robert never allowed Tang Cheng to wear clothes that resembled the clothes worn by Jianghu people. He wanted to give Tang Cheng the best education and wanted to cultivate Tang Cheng into a gentleman rather than a Jianghu person.
"God is with you." Tangcheng walked out of the tailor shop and bowed deeply to the empty position. He couldn't defend this place by himself. Besides, the whole of Shanghai was filled with cannon fire. The Japanese might not return the favor.
Come to fight for this position. Maybe after he leaves, other Japanese troops will come to garrison here. Tang Cheng, who doesn't know much about the military, naturally thinks, but no matter what, he has to leave.
Here, Robert's ashes are still in the church. He must go back.