"The squad leaders of each squad will count the number of people, gather the wounded together, and throw out the bodies of the Japanese soldiers. Biaozi, you lead people to collect weapons and ammunition, the Japanese soldiers are coming soon." At this time, Liu Yangyang had completely forgotten that the battalion headquarters had just sent
came, and they were given an order to decide their own time to retreat. The outpost they were stationed at was at the intersection of two highways. Although it was on an open field, the location of the position was slightly higher than the surrounding terrain, and the shooting range was
It was better, but their position happened to be guarding the main road, otherwise the Japanese army would not have attacked them for the first time at night.
Tang Cheng, who was still holding a shell gun in his hand, looked very busy. The people in the second company didn't know that Tang Cheng was scared. Tang Cheng was the first person to shoot just now. If Tang Cheng hadn't fired first, everyone would have fired.
Maybe all of them were killed by this group of Japanese soldiers who came up at night. No one knew that Tang Cheng had just used a shell gun to kill the Japanese soldiers face to face. They simply didn't know the so-called subconscious reaction. He had done this in his reverie more than once
Although it was just his imagination in his spare time that he had killed hundreds of Japanese troops, Tang Cheng still enjoyed it. After all, in his imagination, he was a great hero with perfect shots.
Tang Cheng, who had experienced a positional battle in Shanghai, felt that he had become the warrior Xie Bo said, but it was not until tonight that he realized that he was still far from Xie Bo's requirements. Although he had just killed the soldier with a shell gun
There were more than one Japanese soldier. Tang Cheng, who lowered his head and pretended to be busy, felt very ashamed. When he faced the Japanese army and pulled the trigger, he even thought about raising the muzzle of the gun, but Yang Douzi's helmet was full of blood and charred.
The steel helmet did not allow him to do that. If he let these beasts go, he would be sorry for the brothers in the second company. Fortunately, Tang Cheng made the right choice. He killed these Japanese soldiers and also won the trust of the veterans.
However, Tang Cheng knew very well in his heart that he did not want to see a living person shot to death by himself. He did not even dare to fight with the Japanese army. This is why he thought about raising the gun the moment he pulled the trigger.
The reason for the muzzle. Tangcheng now regrets not choosing that machine gun. The machine gun has a long range. When killing the Japanese soldiers, there is no need to consider seeing their faces. The battle is over, as if he has done something wrong. Tangcheng keeps firing
Busy as he was, avoiding his fellow soldiers, he felt that everyone in the trenches had seen through him, that he did not dare to kill anyone, and that despite being self-reliant and strong, he was actually a coward.
"Company Commander, I'm afraid we can't hold on anymore. We only have 17 people. After Yang Douzi is gone, we only have 16 people left. I just clicked. Counting you, the company commander, our second company can only breathe.
There were 9 people left. 4 were killed directly in the battle. Of the 5 people who were slightly or seriously injured, two were still able to move. Xiao Ma was stabbed in the heart by a bayonet, Zhu Zhu and Zhao Qiang had their heads shattered by bullets, and the cook was gone.
This old boy didn't know how to hide himself, so he insisted on joining in the fun with his broken kitchen knife, and it was pierced by the bayonet." Zhou Fu, who was hit by a bullet in the arm, came over with one arm hanging.
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I don’t know when it started. Zhou Fu was in charge of counting casualties in the Second Company, but he was obviously not included in the five casualties he mentioned. Liu Yangyang, who was smoking, thought of the casualties in the fire just now.
The large piece of Japanese steel helmets made me feel bitter in my mouth. The situation was really bad. There were only 9 people left who could hold guns. It was impossible to face the Japanese army with as many locusts.
possible.
Seeing that Liu Yangyang didn't answer, Zhou Fu just sighed secretly and continued to talk to Liu Yangyang, "The nianzi is injured. The bullet penetrated an arm. It's impossible to shoot. It's still possible to help the bullet reach Zhang Chuang's waist."
The Japanese soldier's bayonet opened a long gash, and it has already been wrapped up, but we don't have an ambulance. If the blood bleeds too much, I'm afraid it won't work." Seeing that Liu Yangyang still didn't answer, Zhou
Fu said cautiously, "Company Commander, we can't hold on anymore, let's retreat. Didn't the teaching team say that we can decide the time to retreat on our own?"
"Then withdraw." Liu Yangyang's voice was a little hollow, as if he was coming from a very far away place. "Leave me the machine gun and ammunition, and also leave an ammunition hand. No one can stop the wounded."
"I can't take them back at all." Liu Yangyang, who took the initiative to cut off his back, let out a long breath, as if he had let go of a heavy burden in his heart. It's not that the second company didn't work hard, but because the second company's troops were too few, and the Japanese army
It's too special and too many. The Second Company, which only has 9 people alive, can't defend this place at all. Rather than leaving all the brothers here, it's better to withdraw as soon as possible and leave a few people for the Second Company.
"The old rule is to draw lots of life and death. The one who wins the lottery will stay with me as a queen. You will not be counted. You have to protect the wounded." Liu Yangyang knew that Zhou Fu had been taking care of the duties of a rescue soldier. Although he did not understand the battlefield, he
Although he was a rescuer, he was able to wrap up the wounds of the brothers tightly, so as not to watch the injured brothers bleed to death. He left the matter to Li Zhoufu to handle, but Liu Yangyang himself was squatting next to the bullet box with a shell gun.
Start loading bullets into the empty spare magazine.
Zhou Fu had a small cloth bag with fried soybeans in it. Zhou Fu, who liked to grind his teeth, always ate when he was on guard duty. Liu Yangyang said that Zhou Fu's beans were used for drawing lots of life and death.
He counted 7 beans and put them into the steel helmet covered with a military uniform. One of them was marked. Only Zhou Fu and Liu Yangyang knew the mark. "Come on, Lian Zuo said, someone needs to follow him."
After leaving the bean behind, each person took out the bean from the helmet. The brother who touched the red dot followed and left the bean behind." Zhou Fu carefully covered the helmet with his military uniform, for fear that the guy who touched the bean would see what was inside the helmet.
Those beans.
The guys who were still alive in the trench all carefully took out a bean from their helmets with cold faces. Naturally, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief if they didn't touch the bean left. Those who hadn't yet had their turn to touch the bean didn't say anything.
Sitting next to Zhou Fu, he was in a daze. There were three people left in the trench who had not touched the beans. Tang Cheng and Niu Wazi, who had been silent, still had nine kilograms of beans. The beans with red dots had not appeared, which meant that the three remaining people had not touched the beans.
There must be one person who wants to follow Liu Yangyang and stay behind.
"Which one of you will come first?" Zhou Fu, holding the helmet, blinked. He was anxious to send Nianzi and Zhang Chuang back to the city for treatment. Niu Wazi, the most active of the three, picked up his rifle and left.
When he came over, Zhou Fu discovered that Niu Wazi's leg was injured and he was walking with a limp. However, Zhou Fu didn't say anything. It would have been a narrow escape if he stayed behind. Once he was stuck by the Japanese army, he couldn't escape.
Then there is only one way to die. It doesn't matter if your legs and feet are agile. As long as you can still hold a gun, you are eligible for the draw.
Niu Wazi slowly put his hand into the helmet held by Zhou Fu. He suddenly felt that his throat was dry, as if he had eaten Guanyin soil when he was fleeing with his family when he was a child. His throat was burning and painful. It was not this, nor was it.
Well, Niu Wazi rubbed his hands back and forth on the three remaining beans in the helmet, hoping to find beans without red dots, but he couldn't tell which ones were marked. "Niu Wazi,
Are you fucking okay? If you wait a little longer, the Japanese will come up and no one of us can leave by then." Zhou Fu laughed and teased Niu Wazi, but Niu Wazi couldn't laugh out loud because of his forehead.
His face was covered in cold sweat, and he had no intention of laughing at all.
"It's not me, it's not me." At Zhou Fu's urging, Niu Wazi gritted his teeth and took out a bean, as if resigned to his fate, but it turned out that it was not the marked bean. The moment he returned the bean to Zhou Fu,
Niu Wazi actually felt like he was about to collapse. The way Niu Wazi touched the beans looked too precious for his life, but the guys in the trenches didn't laugh at him. He was born and raised by his parents, and no one had the right to force him to go.
To die, Niu Wazi’s behavior was not wrong.
There were only two beans left in the helmet. The only people in the trench who didn't draw lots were Tang Cheng who didn't speak and Jiu Jin who didn't know anything. Looking at Tang Cheng's thin body, Zhou Fu, who was holding the helmet, suddenly couldn't bear it.
, but this lottery of life and death cannot be ignored just because he is young. If he carries a gun, his life will not be his. "Stop touching it." Tang Cheng, who had been squatting silently, suddenly pressed Jiu Jin's hand that was reaching for the helmet. The old god
He smiled freely and said, "Both of us will stay. The two of us will stay behind with the company commander. It is more convenient for three people than two people."
"Tang Cheng, why are you doing this?" Looking at Tang Cheng's somewhat stiff smile, Liu Yangyang, who was filling the bullet, couldn't help but laugh. "It's also my fault. If I hadn't forced you to stay in Er
Lian, maybe you and Jiu Jin will arrive in Sichuan by now. I originally thought that when I closed my eyes, I could leave Er Lian to your control, but I didn't delay Xie Bo's instructions before he left, but now it seems that there is still some
I was so impatient that not only did we fail to rebuild our second company, but we also lost several brothers."
Looking at Zhou Fu and the others who were busy in the trench, Tang Cheng, who was sitting next to Liu Yangyang and was loading bullets, remained silent. He loaded the magazine of the shell gun and loaded bullets into the spare magazine of the machine gun. There was a scene on the position.
There were only three of them left at the meeting. If the Japanese army attacked again, they would not have time to reload the magazines. Now that they could load more bullets, the fighting would be a little easier.
The sparks outside the trench had long been extinguished, and those that were not extinguished were covered with soil by Biaozi and his men with engineering shovels. Liu Yangyang looked at the watch on his wrist by the light of the flashlight. It was already early morning.
It's past 3 o'clock, and it will be dawn in more than an hour. "Let's go, you should retreat. When you are far away, the three of us will retreat." Liu Yangyang picked up the machine gun from the trench and prepared to replace it with another machine gun.
However, he was grabbed by Qiu Jiangong, the third squad leader who was holding a cigarette pot in his mouth.