Despite his young age, Tudou is already considered a veteran.
He huddled behind the stone vigilantly, reloaded the magazine, cocked the gun, listened to the movement, held his breath and searched for all the moving animals in his field of vision with the corner of his eye.
Under extreme stress, the human brain will secrete a substance called endorphin, which has a sedative and analgesic effect six times that of morphine. It can even increase the body's agility and strength. To put it bluntly, it can stimulate the human body's potential.
Tudou's hearing at that moment was far beyond normal, and he even had the impression that he could hear the footsteps of his comrades running in this direction a hundred meters away.
However, apart from the soft humming of the Japanese soldiers before their death, there was no other sound on the platform, not even the heavy breathing.
This is very unscientific and not a battlefield.
Tudou knew that his hiding place was not safe, and perhaps the remaining Japanese soldiers only needed a grenade to kill him.
Tudou threw the grenade again, and with a "boom" sound, he rolled over and rolled out of his hiding area, then kneeled in a standard kneeling position with both hands pointing the gun forward.
This was not taught by the instructor, it was purely taught by the battlefield church to this recruit who had never even owned a standard rifle in the past.
The fragments of the grenade explosion will cause possible enemies to dodge in a hurry. The smoke caused by the explosion can obscure the enemy's sight. Rolling can allow you to move to avoid bullets fired by the enemy while also reducing the bullet-receiving surface.
The most important thing is that Tudou did not fire blindly. A full magazine only had five bullets. Especially in such a close encounter, he might have only one chance to fire before he would be forced to engage in hand-to-hand combat because of the Japanese bayonet.
He must ensure that the loaded bullets allow him to deal with a threat first, thus increasing his chances of survival.
Even if Tudou knows that with his current strength, it will be difficult to win against a Japanese soldier, it does not mean that he will give up.
The cruel battlefield not only taught Tudou skills that were far more practical than those on the training field, but also created a strong will in him. Even if Tang Dao was here, he still had to raise his eyebrows at the almost standard tactical actions of his soldier.
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But Tudou did not face a brutal exchange of fire, but was surprised to find that there was no one on the platform except for seven slightly shaking corpses and an overturned mountain cannon.
He stepped forward cautiously and found that the casualties caused by the Japanese soldiers were basically shrapnel wounds. The position of the two grenades he threw was perfect, and the Japanese soldiers were too concentrated.
Perhaps it was also because the platform itself was not large, and the Japanese army probably never dreamed that someone would drop two grenades from the sky here.
"You idiot, you can't run so fast!" Tudou, who still couldn't believe that he could kill most of the Japanese infantry squad by himself, muttered to himself, while continuing to search along the platform with a gun in his hands vigilantly.
Then, he saw that there were three Japanese soldiers still trembling and twitching hanging on the rocks below the platform.
It wasn't his grenade that blew it up.
It was the result of the shock wave of the grenade he threw towards the mountain cannon to prevent the mountain cannon from firing, blowing up the mountain cannon.
The long anti-recoil behind the mountain gun was like a big mallet, and it directly swept the three Japanese soldiers standing behind to the platform.
Being hit by a big iron mallet with broken tendons and fractures is not fatal enough, but if you were caught off guard and fell several meters high, and hit a rock directly, your fate can be imagined.
Of course, compared to his companions who were directly killed by shrapnel and air waves, the Japanese soldiers who were hit and fell from a high altitude were slightly luckier.
After all, they can still twitch now, but his companions have lost the right to breathe.
Just like that, he killed ten Japanese soldiers. At that moment when he counted the bodies of the Japanese soldiers, he couldn't explain how he felt in his heart. He didn't even have the excitement of avenging his brothers. Instead, he felt a kind of exhaustion coming up like a tide.
, if his nerves were not already strong enough, what he wanted to do most now was to sit down, lean against the stone wall, and take a long puff of cigarette.
He now understood why those veterans were addicted to smoking. At this time, only the nicotine of tobacco could relieve the huge feeling of fatigue that suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.
In addition, it can also eliminate some odors that are constantly reaching the nose, which is not only the smell of blood, but also the strong stench of slaughterhouses.
Killing, even for revenge, is not beautiful.
He was originally just a young man from the mountains.
But Tudou didn't know that he was almost exhausted and exhausted, and the veteran Qin Wulang who was rushing towards here with his soldiers was going crazy.
This veteran who had fought in Songhu and the Fourth Army and fought in Songjiang only knew that something had happened to the young soldier in his infantry squad who had been repeatedly asked to be protected by the battalion commander, company commander, and platoon commander.
The distance of nearly 100 meters was still in the rugged and difficult mountains, but the heavily armed veterans arrived in less than 40 seconds.
Perhaps the veteran rarely lost his temper like this. After hearing the unique explosion of a grenade in the distance, he didn't even have time to put on the helmet he had just taken off. He just rushed to the infantry squads scattered around to get ready for battle.
The leader rushed towards the location of the gunshot.
The soldiers following him could even feel the veteran squad leader's hair standing on end.
Both angry and regretful, this is the true portrayal of the veteran's heart at that moment.
He was angry, of course he was angry that he was too careless. This was a battlefield, how could he let a single soldier stay away from the infantry squad to conduct terrain reconnaissance.
He regretted that he should not have accepted the little guy Tudou. If he had not accepted it, even if he had followed the 4th company, he would have followed the main force of the company to beat up the Japanese army on the battlefield, instead of facing it alone like now.
I don't know how many Japanese troops there were.
To make matters worse, two grenades exploded, and there were five gunshots, plus a dull sound similar to a cannon fire, and then there was silence.
This made the veteran's heart sink to the bottom.
Did that stubborn young man die like this?
Everyone knows that Tudou is a hero, and the battalion commander Tang Dao values him very much. If he does not die, maybe his future will be like Qian Dazhu, a young talent in the military camp.
But he does not belong to the 4th Company. He will eventually go back and rebuild their heroic infantry company together with his recovered commander.
To be honest, this was a 'hot potato'. If he died, Commander Tang would not blame him, but he would definitely be heartbroken.
The reason why Qin Wulang was willing to accept Tudou, a young man who many infantry squad leaders seemed to be a "hot potato", was because he had personally seen the little young soldier put the flesh and blood stained with pieces of military uniform into the shell box bit by bit.
The young soldier used his actions to help his brothers realize their long-cherished wish to be shrouded in horse leather.
At that moment, the veteran who had experienced countless battles burst into tears.
He liked this young man very much.
The high-speed running had almost made the veteran's lungs burst. He still put his fingers into his mouth and blew a sharp whistle. This was what Qin Wulang learned from his squad leader. The shrill sound could be heard even further.
Reveal intentions.
A few seconds passed, and the soldiers who had not received any reply had despair in their eyes. Qin Wulang's face even showed an abnormal flush, which was obviously the result of soaring blood pressure.
But there was determination in his eyes, and he waved his hand a few times, asking the soldiers to surround him from the left and right. Even if Tudou had been sacrificed, he would still kill this group of Japanese soldiers who unexpectedly encountered him and retrieve Tudou's body.
Then he heard a voice coming from more than ten meters away: "Squad leader, I'm here!"
This little bastard is still alive! The veteran was almost bursting with joy at that moment.
He even felt that this was more exciting than when he learned from the letter that his wife gave birth to a big fat boy nine months after he left home.
Tears almost escaped from the eyes of this strong enough veteran.
Before I could ask any questions, Tudou's voice came again: "I have killed all the Japanese. Squad leader, come quickly. We have something good!"
"What?" The entire infantry squad was stunned.
Ten Japanese corpses were scattered on and around the platform, plus an overturned mountain cannon. Qin Wulang and the soldiers were collectively stunned.
They finally knew why the little guy said "all", it was almost the number of people in a small team.
Coupled with a mountain cannon, it can no longer be described as awesome, but old-fashioned.
Of course, what makes the soldiers more happy than their military exploits is that although Tudou is a little disgraced, he has no injuries at all.
"Squad leader, give me a cigarette! I'll make a decision." Tudou, who had been holding a gun and enduring physical and mental exhaustion, waited until the soldiers gathered around him, then finally sat down and leaned against the stone wall to make a request to Qin Wulang.
"You little bastard, you can't learn anything but smoking." Qin Wulang's lips trembled as he slapped Tudou's helmet and cursed. "Are you injured?"
The subordinate took out the crumpled cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and stuffed it into Tudou's mouth.
"No, these little devils are all artillerymen. They don't have guns, so I got a big deal." Tudou replied casually, looked at the veteran's face, and asked. "Old Qin, are you crying?"
"I'm crying, it's too dusty here, can't I be blinded by it?" Qin Wulang stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, and said very harshly.
Someone has to believe this.
Even the soldiers on guard in the distance couldn't help but grin.
