"Is this over?" Tan Fei crawled out of the pit and stared at the bloody official road with his mouth open. He originally thought it would be a brutal battle, but he didn't expect that the whole battle only lasted a few seconds.
It was over in a few minutes, which surprised Tan Fei, and at the same time he was glad that he was still alive. More than 30 Japanese soldiers on the official road were already lying in a pool of blood, and the rain of bullets from the slopes on both sides of the official road made them helpless.
Hiding everywhere, death is their best choice.
The reckless monk who was close to Tan Fei had already rushed down the slope with the others to clean up the battlefield. The only ones left on the slope were Tang Cheng, Tan Fei and the two injured national troops. Tang Cheng and the others were now
Everyone has a Japanese 38 rifle, and the pile of rifles dropped by the corpses of the Japanese soldiers is not very attractive to them, but the bullets in the magazines in the waist of the corpses are carefully collected. The old Northeastern soldiers who use Japanese light machine guns
He and Zhao Baokun are both masters who don't know how to save bullets. If they don't have enough bullets, the light machine guns in their hands are worse than fire sticks.
However, it was precisely because of the light machine guns in the hands of Lao Dongbei and Zhao Baokun that the Tangcheng side was able to successfully ambush this group of Japanese soldiers so easily. If they only relied on rifles to fight the Japanese army, it would not be possible for Tangcheng to have dozens more people.
They are the opponents of this group of Japanese troops. After experiencing the battle at Beishan in Mengcheng, Tangcheng has always valued powerful firepower weapons, especially when Macheng faced the Japanese army. If it were not for the concentrated fire of machine guns, the second company formed by Tangcheng Xing might not be the Japanese army.
opponent.
No matter what, a powerful continuous fire weapon can always be effective at a critical moment. Tang Cheng, who had just healed his wounds, suddenly heard some noise in front of him. He looked up and saw several defeated soldiers of the national army following Lao Northeast.
The captured Imperial Army prisoners of war were being driven back. The defeated soldiers of the national army who had leveled their rifles gathered around them from a distance, forming an irregular arc, driving back the dozen or so empty-handed Imperial Army soldiers who were dejected.
The army surrounded them.
Turning his head and looking at the official road under the slope, Tang Cheng stood up from the ground and made a gesture towards Old Northeast. Even if he united with Wu Chuang and Zhou Deshan, his manpower was still insufficient and he could not spare any manpower.
The best way to go and take care of these captured Imperial Army soldiers is to kill them. Seeing Tang Cheng's gesture, Laodongbei nodded without surprise, and then rushed towards the national troops who were surrounding the prisoners.
With a low shout, the defeated soldiers who added bayonets to their rifles began to shrink the encirclement, squeezing the prisoners into the middle.
The bayonet siege circle was getting smaller and smaller. Some prisoners of war seemed to understand something, and then they roared and shouted angrily, and other prisoners of war soon joined in. Tangcheng was far away, and it was not possible to hear clearly what the prisoners were shouting.
But he clearly saw the action of the defeated soldiers pulling the bolts of their guns. The continuous and crisp sound of the bolts was comparable to the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the tiles in a heavy rain. The sound of gunshots only lasted for four days.
Five seconds later, when all the sounds stopped, the place where the prisoners had been standing was covered in blood.
Tan Fei was stunned. Dozens of living lives disappeared in such an instant. It would have been a direct battle, but such a simple and thorough killing caused an unprecedented shock to the eyes and soul.
Those who just shot and killed the prisoners were either Wu Chuang's defeated Nationalist troops or Zhou Deshan's Huandiqiao Town regiment. They all looked indifferent at this time, which plunged Tan Fei, who was bent on seeking the truth, into deep confusion and confusion.
Reflection: Is the meaning of war just the ruthless killing of people?
"What are you still doing? Why don't you go down and clean the battlefield?" Tan Fei, who was deep in thought, was awakened by Tang Cheng's voice. When he looked at Tang Cheng, Tan Fei's eyes were filled with complexity and hesitation. To be honest, Tan Fei looked at Tang Cheng.
, Tang Cheng didn’t remember Tan Fei’s name, he just remembered the pair of glasses on Tan Fei’s nose. During the fierce battle with the Japanese army in Shanghai, Tang Cheng also saw injured people wearing military uniforms and glasses.
The soldiers were carried into the hospital, but no one had the look in their eyes like the one in front of them.
Tangcheng's decisive killing is what veterans like Lao Dongbei like to see. Only such people can survive on the tragic battlefield, but this kind of killing is exactly what people like Tan Fei don't like. Tan Fei
The only reason why he left Peiping, school and went south was to find the persistence in his heart. He always felt that there was more between people, and it was by no means just killing. But now everything he had experienced personally had been completely overturned.
understood what Tan Fei was thinking.
Tan Fei, who was asked by Tang Cheng, didn't say anything. He just lowered his head and walked towards the official road under the slope. He no longer planned to talk to Tang Cheng, for fear that he would become like Tang Cheng. Japan on the official road
The soldiers' corpses had been dragged away by the monk and others, which would make it easier for them to clean the battlefield. All the weapons and ammunition removed from the corpses were piled together. When Tan Fei found the monk, the talkative monk was among them.
Grenade and bayonet removed from a corpse.
Wu Chuang knew what weapons were most powerful, so the light machine gun and grenade launcher that were pressed by the corpses were put aside early. The next important thing was the grenades and bullets on these corpses. Standing in front of the corpses
Tan Fei was a little at a loss. Facing the bloody corpses, Tan Fei could only think of vomiting. The Japanese corpses with half-closed eyes and open mouths looked like evil ghosts crawling out of hell. All this made Tan Fei.
The scalp is numb and the hairs stand on end.
He closed his eyes and shook his head, feeling that the discomfort in his throat had dissipated. Tan Fei slowly opened his eyes. Everything in front of him was so soft. The fragrance of the earth overshadowed the aftertaste of gun smoke, and the sounds of guns and gunfire were heard.
As if belonging to another world, it was so quiet in my ears that I couldn't even hear the chirping of birds. Tan Fei's self-suggestion made him feel a lot less guilty, and the depression in his heart also dissipated a lot.
But that was just self-suggestion after all. As he lowered his gaze slightly, Tan Fei's throat felt itchy again and he was about to vomit.
There were still large amounts of blood scattered on the soil in front of him, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood was still lingering in the air. Tan Fei knew in his heart that he was still on the battlefield, and this seemed to be an unchangeable reality. After hesitating for a moment, he stood
Tan Fei, who had stiffened on the spot, slowly bent down and imitated a monk, picking up a Japanese helmet, and boldly took out bullets from the magazine box on the waist of a Japanese soldier corpse. There were many bullets on the magazine box.
There are blood stains, and even people who hate the Japanese army deeply do not want to get more blood stains. It is perfect to put the escaped bullets and grenades in the helmet.
The battlefield filled with fire and blood has been repeated countless times in Tan Fei's dreams, but facing the real battlefield immersed in the scene, Tan Fei was not fully prepared. He emptied the bullets in the magazine and endured it.
Tan Fei, who smelled of blood, began to turn over the corpse. The grenade on the waist of the corpse must not be dropped. Putting all the bullets and grenades he could find into the helmet at his feet, Tan Fei unexpectedly reached into the Japanese corpse's body like a ghost.
In jacket pocket.
What Tan Fei took out from the corpse's jacket pocket was a thick book slightly larger than a palm. The book had a cover, and it was probably a diary. There were words written on the cover of the book, but Tan Fei didn't recognize it. It was probably the so-called
It is written in Japanese. There is a black and white family photo on the first page of the book. Judging from the creases and rough edges on the photo, this photo is obviously not a new one. What you see in the photo is a family, young parents and their family.
Tan Fei curled his lips disdainfully at the Japanese clothes in the photo.
"When I was in Shanghai, I also found such photos from the corpses of Japanese soldiers. I carried family photos with me. This should be the tradition of the Japanese army. Japanese people do not pop out of rocks. They also have families, children and wives. This
Not surprising." Tan Fei was about to throw away the small book and photos, but a hand stretched out from the side to take it. Tan Fei turned his head, and standing next to him was a slightly tired Tang Cheng, who was older than Tan Fei.
His still young face was full of stains. This was the first time that Tan Fei was so close to Tangcheng.
Xu saw the trace of guilt hidden in Tan Fei's eyes. Tang Cheng smiled and lit the cigarette in his mouth, "You don't have to feel sorry for them. From the moment they set foot on this land with guns and cannons, they are China."
The mortal enemy of the Japanese army. You just saw their death and felt guilty, but you did not see the broken bodies of the National Army soldiers. In order to blow up a Japanese tank, the National Army troops who lacked heavy firepower often had to send several or even
A dozen dead soldiers, can you imagine the tragedy?"
Seeing that there was a look of struggle in Tan Fei's eyes, Tang Cheng stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder gently, "I know you are a scholar, and so am I. Before starting in Shanghai, I had school, an adoptive father, and friends.
But when the Japanese army came, I had nothing left. All that was left was the weapons in my hands. China is much bigger than Japan. Even if we replace one with another, the Japanese cannot afford to replace them. We cannot be soft-hearted towards them. These are
aggressor."
Tang Cheng left with a cigarette in his mouth, leaving Tan Fei still standing there with his body stiffened. The pool of blood that accumulated under the Japanese soldier's corpse slowly immersed one of Tan Fei's feet in it. He looked down at the blood stained on his shoes.
There was blood stains, and there was a trace of anger in Tan Fei's eyes. Standing in the distance, Old Dongbei didn't understand why Tang Cheng wanted to talk so much to Tan Fei, but Tang Cheng shook his head, "You don't understand, glasses
He is a man who has an idea in his heart. As long as he passes the threshold in his heart, he will be a master who can fight."
"You bastards, please hurry up. There are still a dozen little devils waiting for us in the town. We can't let them run away." He didn't understand the meaning of Tang Cheng's words and was quite bored.
Lao Dongbei shouted to Wu Chuang and the others to speed up the cleaning of the battlefield. The battle would not be over until the Japanese and puppet troops returned to Diqiao Town were killed.