The moon has set, and the sky in the east gradually turns white, and a flash of red slowly appears in the clouds, shining the first ray of sunlight on the Yuguan city wall in the morning.
At the gap, several trees were ignited by the cannonballs, with orange-red flames rising from the tree trunks, and the bark of the trees was burned with a beeping sound, gradually turning into charcoal.
On the gaping position, there were corpses of soldiers everywhere, and shell casings after being beaten were scattered on the ground. When people took a step, they could kick those shell casings, making a clanging sound.
Some injured soldiers fell in the trenches, leaning against the earth walls scarred by the bombs, and groaned from time to time. The wounds wrapped in dirty bandages continued to ooze bright red blood, attracting
Some flies. These guys come out of nowhere. Even in this cold weather, they can't freeze to death. They are still buzzing around people with full energy, and they can't be driven away.
Crows are circling in the sky. These guys who like to eat carrion must have smelled the smell of corpses, so they came all the way to prepare a feast on the corpses of the dead below, but those who are not dead yet
, and the burning flames made them a little afraid, so they only dared to hover in the sky, and they would not have the courage to come down for a while.
In the trenches, the original sandbag fortifications had been flattened by Japanese artillery fire. People could only lie down in the shallow trenches and use the remaining sandbags to cover their bodies.
A soldier suffered a head injury and was wrapped around a few times with a bandage by the medical soldier. At this time, the bandage was a little loose and wrapped crookedly around his head. However, he did not even try to straighten it, but his eyes were blank.
God looked up to the sky.
At one end of a trench, three soldiers gathered together, holding a few branches in their hands and drawing on the ground, while they muttered, "Baozi, dumplings, braised pork, pork stewed vermicelli..."
The eighth company commander was sitting in the trench, wiping his machete. After this period of fighting, the blade of his machete was a little curled up, but he was still wiping the machete carefully, as if it were his own child.
careful.
This broadsword has been with him for seven or eight years. Before joining the Northeastern Army, his father, a blacksmith, made it for him, telling him to be a real man.
Since then, this knife has accompanied him through eight years of cold, summer, spring and autumn, and has made a lot of contributions to him. Now the leather on the knife handle has been worn and darkened, and the originally very sharp
The blade is also a bit blunt. Counting on my fingers, there has never been a battle as fierce as today's.
The Japs rushed forward six times. He led the soldiers to charge forward and started a hand-to-hand fight with the Japs. At least a dozen Japs fell under the sword. The fine steel mouth could no longer withstand it, and one appeared.
There are notches, and the blade is curled in some places.
Looking at the badly damaged sword, the Eighth Company Commander had no regrets at all. He killed the Japanese and defended his country. Even if the sword was completely scrapped, it was still worth it.
After wiping the big knife, the Eighth Company Commander raised it in front of him. He stared at the big knife and whispered, "Big knife, big knife, you have been with me for so many years. I didn't expect that today I would have the opportunity to drink the blood of the little devil. I think if you
If you are spiritual, you should scream out happily."
The sharp blade of the broadsword shone with dazzling light, and the two blood grooves on the blade penetrated the entire blade, allowing the sword to be easily pulled out when it penetrated the devil's body without getting caught.
A platoon leader walked over from the side. The dirt and sweat on his face, mixed with blood, had formed black and red lumps. His clothes were torn in many places, exposing the bronze skin underneath.
When he came to the eighth company commander, he sat down on the ground, breathing heavily. The box of ammunition on his shoulder fell to the ground, and grenades rolled out from it and scattered all over the floor.
"Company Commander, this is the last box of grenades. If there are no more grenades, there will really be no more." The platoon commander also consumed too much physical strength, so even such a small box of grenades made him exhausted.
Desire is gone.
The Eighth Company Commander poked the big knife at his side, then bent down to pick up the grenades on the ground, and then handed them to the signal soldiers on the side, still cursing, "You loser, we only have so little wealth left, you
Don’t be careful, kid.”
The platoon commander grinned, rubbed his head and smiled, "Company commander, I didn't mean it."
The two men picked up all the grenades on the ground, distributed them to the soldiers in the trenches, and then ordered them to save some, otherwise they would have to fight with their fists soon.
Although they came with a lot of ammunition, the battle was too fierce and the ammunition was used up in just one night, leaving not much left.
It seems that the Japanese attack is still continuing. After taking a rest at dawn, their attack after dawn must be very fierce. I am afraid that the Eighth Company will have an even harder time by then.
However, the Eighth Company Commander and others are ready to live and die with the position. They would rather die here than take a step back.
Just when the Eighth Company Commander and the others were resting, a black spot appeared in the northwest sky, followed by a rumbling roar, and then the black spot got bigger and bigger, flying rapidly towards this direction.
Come. At the same time, several more black spots appeared there, scattered to several places. Judging from the positions, they were the positions of various ministries fighting fiercely with the Japanese.
"What is this?" The Eighth Company Commander and the others stared with wide eyes. Seeing that the black spot was getting closer and closer, they could already see clearly that it was a strange dragonfly-like guy with a large propeller spinning constantly above their heads.
, that deafening roar came from his body.
"What kind of weird thing is this?" Some soldiers who had never seen a helicopter kept muttering in their hearts. The brave ones even raised their rifles to shoot the few bullets at the helicopter.
A soldier who had seen Luo Xiao hurriedly stopped those people and said, "Don't shoot. This is called a helicopter. It belongs to the Yanhuang Army. I heard that people can sit in it and can also hold things."
"Really or not?" The eighth company commander was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief.
The soldier pointed his hand and said, "Look, isn't that falling?"
At this time, the Hippo armed transport helicopter slowly landed. When there were still two people away from the ground, the helicopter stopped. Then the hatch was opened, and a man jumped from above and landed on the ground.
"Are you Company Commander Hou?" The burly special operations team member glanced at the Eighth Company Commander, and then said, "This is according to the agreement, our Yanhuang Legion supports part of the weapons and equipment of your Ninth Brigade. I hope it can help you."
He waved his hands as he spoke.
As if he did not expect good things to come, the commander of the Eighth Company opened his mouth in trance for a while, and then he came to his senses. He hurriedly smiled and said, "It's great, we are short of these things."
There were two special forces members on the helicopter. They immediately handed the equipment on it to the Northeast Army soldiers who ran over, and then asked them to put it on the ground.
There were a total of five wooden boxes containing rifles and twenty wooden boxes containing ammunition. In addition, there were five light machine guns and several boxes of ammunition and grenades.
After unloading these things, the three special operations team members returned to the helicopter, and then the helicopter took off, left here, and disappeared.
"Company commander, take it apart and see what good things are there?" the soldiers said loudly, and then looked at these wooden boxes with eager eyes, hoping to see what was inside.
The eighth company commander laughed and opened the wooden box, then tore off the straw covering it, and then removed the oil paper wrapping the gun, revealing the brand new Mauser rifle inside.
"What a gun, what a gun!" Stroking the smooth wooden handle and the well-maintained gun body, the Eighth Company Commander was so excited that he almost shed tears. These guns are better than their original Hanyang Zaohe.
The Chinese formal rifle is so much more powerful that he really can't put it down.
"Company commander, look!" The soldiers opened another wooden box and revealed a box of bullets inside. They were all shiny and shiny, and they could be seen to be good stuff.
In the other dismantled machine gun box, five brand-new Czech machine guns were placed in front of people's eyes. The smooth shape made the soldiers want to touch them.
"Company commander, we are going to fire this time!" A soldier hugged a Mauser rifle and shouted happily from the side.
There are twenty Mauser rifles in each wooden box, and there are fifteen thousand rounds of bullets. On average, no one has one hundred and fifty rounds of bullets. For ordinary bullets, such a large number is counted by one
For the soldiers, they all feel like they got rich overnight.
"Brothers, the Yanhuang Army has sent us such good weapons. If we don't work hard to fight Japan, then no one of us will be sorry." The Eighth Company Commander stood on a wooden box with his hands on his hips and shouted loudly.
, "Give me all your strength and wait for the little devil to come back and beat me to death."
While he was shouting on the wooden box, suddenly a Type 92 grenade flew from a distance and exploded outside the bunker. The dust kicked up covered his body and face.
"The Japanese are attacking!" the soldier on guard shouted from the side.
The Eighth Company Commander and others rushed to the bunker and saw the Japanese soldiers forming a skirmish line, rushing toward the gap with rifles in hand.
"Get ready to fight!" the eighth company commander shouted, grabbed a Czech light machine gun from the wooden box, then removed the magazine filled with bullets into the slot of the gun, and then pulled the bolt hard
, "Let the little devil have a taste of the power of our new weapon."
The wooden boxes were opened one by one, and the brand-new Mauser rifles inside were grabbed by the soldiers. Then each of them divided one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition, and then rushed behind the fortifications.
With this new weapon, everyone is even more motivated, trying hard to use this easy-to-use weapon to teach the Japanese a memorable lesson.