"Did you see it? It's made in Japan, made of copper, and has a ring." Liangzi took the lighter he had seized not long ago and showed it off to the people around him in the bunker.
Sheng Yuanxin was sitting in the corner. He was the only one who was not attracted by this Japanese product. He took out the pile of photos and notebooks from his schoolbag and looked through them. For some reason, after he saw these, he began to
He felt sad for the Japanese soldier who was killed by them, and he began to sympathize with the dead man. His parents lost a son, and his sister lost her brother. He felt chills, and he was a little shaken. Everything he did at this moment was
For what reason, he couldn't figure it out and was a little confused.
"What are you looking at?" At some point, Wang Zhimao sat next to him.
"It belonged to the Japanese artillery observer who was killed by us." Sheng Yuanxin handed the photo to Wang Zhimao.
Wang Zhimao removed the radio from his back and flipped through the photos, with a hint of memories of the past on his lips.
"You have been to Japan, right?" Sheng Yuanxin suddenly asked.
"Well, I studied in college in Japan."
Sheng Yuanxin looked at the ground thoughtfully and did not continue to ask questions. Looking at the notebook in his hand, Wang Zhimao took it over and turned it over again.
"What's written on it? It's densely packed." Sheng Yuanxin asked.
"This person's diary."
"Do you understand?"
"Understand."
"Can you read it for me?"
Wang Zhimao turned to a page and read aloud: "July 19, 1923, today is the Sea Festival."
"Sea Festival?" Liangzi asked puzzledly.
"Japan is surrounded by the sea. It was formulated in order to thank the grace received from the ocean and pray for it to become a maritime country with a prosperous national destiny." Wang Zhimao explained and then read: "I just want to go home, and don't want to waste here so needlessly.
Time 1. ¨This is not our place, why did you send me here? I have been in Manchuria for two years, and I can’t go back and I can’t see my family, especially my dearest sister.
She must be very big, right? I remember when she was little, she always liked to ride on my neck. Do Chinese people know how to fight? I don’t know. The chief said that Chinese people don’t dare to fight. I hope that’s the case.
Get up, will I die? I don’t know, I don’t want to die. I really don’t want to die, I still want to go home.”
Listening to Wang Zhimao's reading, the bunker fell into a strange atmosphere. Everyone was passing around the photo of the dead Japanese soldier, looking at his past life, and looking at their family. Unavoidably, everyone felt something strange in their hearts.
So many questions. But who can answer them?
It turns out that the Japanese who fight us to the death are also such a group of ordinary people, with love and hate, family, and feelings. 1.
They even look almost the same as us.
What else is different? 1.
At this time, everyone may be thinking about a question: What on earth are they doing here?
"Stop reading!" Shen Jiaqiang, who was standing at the door, interrupted Wang Zhimao.
Wang Zhimao closed his notebook and looked at the serious-looking group leader angrily: "Why did you come up here?"
Shen Jiaqiang walked up to Wang Zhimao and took the notebook. He also took all the photos from the soldiers and put them in his backpack. Finally, he looked around at the people with complicated expressions and said, "These are extraordinary times. National defense soldiers need to have some skills."
Strong will, damn, what does mother-in-law look like?"
Outside the trench, Shen Jiaqiang turned his back to Wang Zhimao and said nothing. Wang Zhimao pulled him into another machine gun bunker: "Don't stand outside, there are snipers on the other side."
Watching the two soldiers retreat with interest¨
The gunshots outside were much sparser. It seemed that the Japanese offensive had come to an end for the time being. Wang Zhimao looked out through the observation hole. The rain was still falling and the fog was still very heavy. It was a bit depressing to watch. He turned around
He looked over his shoulder and looked at Shen Jiaqiang with a smile: "Tuanzong, how long do we have to stay here? Why haven't the big troops come up yet?"
"Ask me, who is going to go?" Shen Jiaqiang replied angrily.
With that said, he walked out!
When Wang Zhimao returned to the factory in the south of the city, dinner was being served on the battlefield. The morning's battle had temporarily come to an end. The Japanese troops on the opposite side had not made any big movements since their attack on the bank position on the flank was blocked, and they had all retreated to the area on the south side.
Sporadic gunfire proved their presence, keeping the soldiers eating noodle tea with their eyes fixed on the streets and houses.
There were three corpses lying in the factory. They were all shot in the head and killed with one blow. Wang Zhimao raised his head and glanced at Sheng Yuanxin: "You have a rival."
Sheng Yuanxin looked out the window, looking at the cold buildings and dark windows. He pouted at Liangzi and #阝春来: "Follow me and find him."
Wang Zhimao warned: "Be careful, this guy is a master." After Sheng Yuanxin left, Wang Zhimao summoned all the company platoon leaders and squad leaders in the south of the city to meet in the basement of the factory. He still couldn't change the habits he had in the military academy.
I like to write and draw on something¨一
There was no blackboard anymore. He pulled out a few pieces of paper from his notebook, leaned on the table with a pencil in his hand and started sketching. He marked the Japanese advance route with several deep horizontal lines, and raised his head from time to time.
He said to the people around him: "The Japanese army has not yet exerted all its strength. Please do not take it lightly. I have watched it all morning. Their current attack is mainly testing our ability to withstand pressure and the stage of firepower deployment. They originally envisioned
The main attack route has been cut off by our anti-tank mines. Before their engineers remove these mines, their tanks will no longer risk driving onto this street. Next, I estimate that their intention will be to attack from all sides.
Streets began to penetrate into our main position, in other words, they occupied house after house. They have more people than us and more ammunition than us, so we must not confront them head-on. Our tactics are to follow
They're killing them, and that's our only purpose in guarding this place."
Wang Zhimao glanced at the people around him, and then continued to draw on the paper: "Each company of the first battalion will set up an area within 300 meters of the front of the position to establish a blocking point, implement guerrilla tactics, and use the principle of destroying the enemy to attack.
The death of one is victory. When encountering a fierce enemy attack, you must immediately shrink back to the main position and do not defend to avoid increasing casualties. When each company sends additional signal troops, they must communicate with each other and assist in defense and reinforcement in a timely manner. They cannot fight independently. This is a taboo.
The machine gun points in the other three positions must be changed frequently to avoid being locked by enemy artillery fire. The most important thing is that you are absolutely not allowed to take the initiative. Your soldiers are not meant to fight with bayonets. You must be responsible for their lives. Listen.
do you understand?"
Looking at Wang Zhimao's expression, these people saw that this military school graduate who had only just joined the army and was usually looked down upon by them showed the demeanor of a commander for the first time. His eyes were so firm and his words were so loud that people did not dare to resist. Wang Zhimao's appearance
The aura emanating from him had already intimidated these people, making them involuntarily obey this man from the bottom of their hearts. They all nodded in agreement, and no one raised any objections.
Finally, Wang Zhimao straightened up and added: "You cadres should be more careful. Four people have been killed by enemy snipers today. Go get a long gun. Don't walk around with a pistol, otherwise you will become a target for snipers."
1.
It was quiet in the small building. Liangzi was the first to go up to the second floor. He squatted at the corner of the stairs and pointed his gun at the empty rooms in front of him. He listened carefully for a while to make sure he heard nothing.
After the strange movement, he waved downstairs.
Deng Chunlai was the second to rush upstairs. He squatted down opposite Liangzi and aimed in another direction to observe the movement. After being safe on the second floor, Sheng Yuanxin was the last to go upstairs. The light in the corridor was dim, and in the room next to him,
A corner of the roof had been damaged by artillery fire, and rainwater poured into the house, hitting the floor with a "crackling" sound. Another string of clear footprints on the dusty ground stretched out from the room. Sheng Yuanxin moved
The gun cautiously approached the room. The occasional gunfire outside the building made him shrink his head and then stop.
The room was already empty. Sheng Yuanxin walked into the room and saw two clear footprints behind a table in the middle of the room.
He lay down on the table, raised his gun and aimed outward. Looking out the window, he could clearly see a trench in the main position of the factory in the distance. There were still several soldiers poking their heads inside.
"Everyone has left, let's evacuate too." Liangzi at the door urged.
"This guy is really a master. He didn't even leave any bullet casings, he took them away." Sheng Yuanxin straightened up and couldn't help but admire.
"Go quickly, go quickly." #阝春来 was also complaining.
Just as he was talking, Japanese artillery shells struck in a line from a short distance away. Smoke filled the window, and the entire small building was constantly shaking in the explosion. Dust and gravel from the roof continued to fall down. The three people ran to
Outdoors, the small building behind him was split in half by the explosion of a shell. The middle section collapsed, leaving only the broken buildings on both sides standing in the smoke.
"The fate is so great, the three of us would have confessed if we were too late." After stopping behind a broken wall, Liangzi took a breath.
"The Japanese are about to attack again." # Chun Chunlai raised his gun through the broken wall to observe the movement in the distance, and the harsh noise of the tank engine had drifted over.
Sheng Yuanxin ignored the Japanese troops that were gradually advancing. He sat behind the broken wall and kept looking around. He was wondering whether the sniper would be there now, whether he was squatting in a corner and watching him, waiting for the attack.