At noon, the gunfire from the opposite side stopped!
Zheng Zeshi stepped out of the fortifications and walked to the end of the Marco Polo Bridge. He sat on the bluestone at the end of the bridge, pulled out the cigarette rod from his waist that had never left his body, and then pressed a pot full of cigarettes.
The tobacco was then lit on fire.
Taking a deep breath, Captain Zheng Zeshi closed his eyes in contentment, immersed in the powerful beauty of the Northeast Golden Leaf.
A soldier ran out of the fortification, carrying a kettle in one hand and a bag of food in the other. He jumped up to him like a rabbit and said, "Platoon leader, the wine and roast goose are here."
Zheng Zeshihou rolled his eyes and cursed angrily, "Your grandma asked you to buy something, just like a turtle crawling. I think you are just looking for a beating." After saying this, he raised his head and kicked her.
This kick hit the soldier's hip bone, knocking him backwards. The pain made him grin, but tears only dared to roll in his eyes, but did not dare to flow down.
"Look, what are you looking at? You dare to drop cat urine, be careful I'll beat you to death!" Zheng Zeshi cursed angrily, raised the cigarette rod and hit his head, causing a lump the size of a walnut to pop out.
The soldier held his head and hurried back into the fortification.
None of the other soldiers dared to show their heads. They knew that the company commander had been in a bad mood recently. This was already the fourteenth time he had been beaten. The most serious one had two ribs broken by his kicks. He is still lying in the fortification coughing.
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"Young man, don't hold grudges against the platoon leader. He is also anxious. Seeing the Japanese wandering around in the opposite direction, looking so arrogant, but we can only watch, he feels aggrieved." A veteran soldier whispered.
Advise.
The soldier who had just been beaten had tears in his eyes and nodded. He knew that although the company commander usually liked to beat people, he was not so indiscriminate. This time, he was forced to do so by the little devil.
During this period of time, the little devils were very rampant on the other side of the river. Not only did they shoot provocatively, but they also went too far and stood by the river and urinated in this direction. It was really too bullying.
As a platoon leader who had fought bloody battles with the Japanese at the Great Wall, Zheng Zeshi felt that he was too cowardly, so he was filled with anger.
Unscrewing the lid of the kettle, and then tearing open the roasted goose wrapped in oil paper, Zheng Zeshi raised his head and drank a lot, then pulled off a roasted goose, ate it with big mouthfuls, and stared at the Japanese troops opposite with his bloodshot eyes.
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On the other side of the river, there is a flat open land. At this time, the wheat has been harvested, but the autumn crops have not yet grown, so there is no unobstructed view.
Probably a squadron of Japanese soldiers gathered in the open ground. They were having lunch at this time. They took off their shirts, exposed their chests, and talked and laughed loudly. Their wild voices could be heard even across a river.
Zheng Zeshi was so angry that his teeth were itching, but there was nothing he could do. This Japanese army had been provoking provocations by the river for a week in a row, and every time they only left until it was almost dark, which was really annoying.
If it weren't for the strict orders from above not to shoot, he would have beaten these turtle bastards long ago.
But now, he could only watch those bastards destroying the people's crops and provoking him, but he was helpless.
"Little devil, just wait. Sooner or later, I will let you know how powerful I am." Thinking this, Zheng Zeshi raised his head and drank half a bottle of wine in one gulp.
At this time, the Japs on the opposite side seemed to have seen him. Several Japs officers gathered together and seemed to be muttering something in a low voice, but they were too far away to hear clearly.
Zheng Zeshi ignored them and continued to eat and drink by himself.
After muttering for a moment, several Japanese officers waved to a soldier, and then gave a few instructions, and the Japanese soldier immediately walked to the other side of the river carrying the Sanba Gaigai.
"Platoon leader, the kid is here!" Inside the fortification, the soldiers saw the kid's actions and immediately shouted to Zheng Zeshi. They were afraid that he would suffer a loss.
Zheng Zeshi was already half drunk at this time. He stared at the Japanese with hazy eyes, wondering what he was going to do.
With a click, the Japs on the other side of the river loaded their bullets, then raised the 38 cap and aimed this way.
The soldiers inside the fortification shouted and rushed to the bunker of the fortification, nervously watching the actions of the enemy on the opposite side. Once the enemy really launched an attack, they would fight back even if they were disobeying orders.
After loading the bullet, the Japanese raised the 38 cap and fired the bullet with a bang, hitting a sparrow falling on the tree next to Zheng Zeshi.
With a pop, the sparrow landed next to Zheng Zeshi. It seemed that a shot hit the vital part, so it moved twice and then stopped.
"Okay!" The Japs on the other side of the river shouted in unison, as if they were applauding this Japs' shooting skills.
When Zheng Zeshi heard the gunshot, his eyes widened. He rolled up his sleeves and shouted behind him, "Tiles."
A soldier immediately ran over with a large pile of tiles and stood beside him.
Zheng Zeshi pulled out his box cannon and checked that there was no problem before he shouted at the soldier, "Throw it away."
Search——, a piece of tile flew into the sky, more than twenty meters high, and then fell down.
Zheng Zeshi raised his wrist and the gun went off. The tile was shattered in the air and scattered into fragments all over the sky before falling.
The soldiers kept throwing fragments, and then Zheng Zeshi kept thinking with his pistol in his hand. Every tile was smashed into pieces, and not a single one slipped through the net.
After throwing away the twelve tiles, Zheng Zeshi fired twelve shots and they were all broken into pieces.
"Okay!" the soldiers cheered in unison, standing up to cheer for their platoon leader.
The Japanese were shocked at this moment. They didn't expect that the opponent's marksmanship was so powerful. It was almost to the point of proficiency.
The cheers of the people here made the Japs lose their composure. He was also a sharpshooter in this small group of Japanese troops. Unexpectedly, he lost his people here and was nothing compared to others.
After pulling the bolt, the Japanese raised the gun, pointed it at the wine bottle in Zheng Zeshi's hand, and then pulled the trigger.
With a bang of gunfire, the two opposite eyes of the military kettle were punched out, and the fine wine inside spewed out like water from a fountain, sprinkling Zheng Zeshi all over him.
Zheng Zeshi became angry all of a sudden. He stared at the Japanese soldier opposite who was laughing proudly, raised the box cannon in his hand, and cursed, "You bitch, do you think I'm easy to bully?"
A group of soldiers hurriedly rushed up, grabbed him with all their hands, and whispered to persuade him, "Platoon leader, the superiors said we are not allowed to shoot back."