Chapter seven hundred and seventy-eight the burning land
Chapter 778: The land burning with blood
Liu Xiaoshan didn't know when he came downstairs and was standing silently behind him. He came over and patted the chariot soldier on the shoulder, comforting him:
"Don't be sad. There is no one who will not die in a war. What you are holding is not a fire stick. As long as it is a weapon, you can kill the Japanese and avenge your brothers.\\First published on 9vk.com\\"
The three of them stood silently, as if mourning their dead comrades.
A stray bullet whizzed past their heads, breaking the moment of tranquility. Liu Xiaoshan seemed to suddenly remember something and said to the tank soldiers: "We still have a mission, we have to leave first!"
The chariot soldier hurriedly asked: "What mission are you doing? Can I participate in it?"
"When we were leaving, the regimental commander told us that the mortar position must be removed. It poses a great threat to our forward barricades."
"Just you two?"
"Just the two of us, maybe there are other brothers."
Liu Xiaoshan's eyes glanced at the Japanese tank. His eyes suddenly lit up and he asked the tank soldier: "Can you drive a Japanese tank? We just stuffed a big artillery piece into the belly of this tank. It must have been damaged."
It's slightly injured and I don't know if I can move it. It would be great if it could be driven. It would be easy to use it to destroy the Japanese artillery positions."
The chariot soldier agreed: "Okay, I'll go in and give it a try first."
As he spoke, he opened the small iron cover in front of the tank, pulled out the body of a Japanese driver, and then got in.
After a while, the silent giant spit out a stream of black smoke from behind its butt, then arched forward, then bent in place, and stopped again.
The tank soldier jumped out of the cockpit, his face covered with black oil stained with white teeth showing in joy. He excitedly said to Su Dangdang and Liu Xiaoshan: "There is no problem with the tank, but now it is short of machine gunners and gunners."
It’s the gunner, which one of you two will be on?”
Liu Xiaoshan put the rifle on the ground and replied happily: "I'll try it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a low moan coming from not far behind him, which was both a call and a plea for help: "Xiao Jiuzi, help me quickly."
The three of them were startled, and their eyes quickly shifted to the place where the sound came from. A blue-gray body crawled forward with difficulty, leaving a wide blood trail on the ground behind him.
"Brother Zhou, are you still alive?" The chariot soldier rushed over and lifted up the man named Brother Zhou half of his body. ("", watch the latest update of this book)
Brother Zhou started coughing violently as soon as he was helped up. Every time his chest and abdomen rose and fell, a stream of hot blood was squeezed out from the bullet hole in his left rib. His pale face was distorted by pain.
It took a long time before the coughing stopped: "Xiao Jiuzi, help... help me onto the tank, I... I will fire!"
Su Dangdang learned from Xiao Jiuzi that Brother Zhou was their vehicle commander and had the rank of second lieutenant. It was his idea to organize the ambush just now. When cleaning the battlefield, Brother Zhou was unfortunately hit by a Japanese machine gun bullet and fainted. Now,
The child just woke up.
Xiao Jiuzi took out a bandage from the first aid kit he carried with him and bandaged Brother Zhou's wound with the help of Su Dangdang and Liu Xiaoshan. With the help of three people, Brother Zhou shakily moved towards the tank. Su Dangdang
He felt that Brother Zhou's arm on his shoulder was getting colder and heavier. He was not sure whether this arm would have the strength to load cannonballs and pull the bolt, but he firmly believed that the owner of this arm had a heart.
Fierce patriotism, this heart will support him to fight to the end, until the last drop of blood is shed.
After Liu Xiaoshan helped him enter the tank, he also wanted to go in, but was blocked by Brother Zhou: "You two are not familiar with tanks, so you should stay outside. It will be fine with Xiao Jiuzi and me here, and you guys will be the cover outside.
Our attack will go more smoothly."
When Su Dangdang mentioned the attack, he was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously touched his waist with his hand and found that the place where the grenade was originally was empty. Su Dangdang suddenly remembered what Li Dagen said to him:
"On the battlefield, weapons are the other half of a soldier's life!"
Then they began to stir up the corpses of the Japanese.
He took four grenades from the Japs' grenade bag. The shape of one grenade was a little different from the others. Su Dangdang was very curious, so he showed it to the three of them. Neither Liu Xiaoshan nor Xiao Jiuzi recognized it.
Only Brother Zhou saw some clues. He covered his wound and said with difficulty: "This thing looks like a Japanese smoke bomb. You can use the smoke it releases to indicate the direction, so that our tanks can arrive as soon as possible to attack!"
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Smoke bombs were originally used to confuse the enemy's sight in order to better conceal themselves, but Brother Zhou's unintentional words revealed its other use. Su Dangdang held it in his arms as if he had found a treasure.
, and then followed Liu Xiaoshan towards the Japanese mortar position.
After crossing two streets, the Japanese mortar position loomed.
This is a small ruin, surrounded by low and dilapidated houses. In addition to mortars, there are several mountain guns and field guns on the ruins, and the muzzles of the guns are all pointing to the southwest. Su Dangdang and Liu Xiaoshan calculated
, they planned to act separately, with Liu Xiaoshan going west and Su Dangdang going east. The two agreed to use Liu Xiaoshan's gunshot as a signal to attack at the same time.
Su Dangdang sneaked to the rear of the artillery position. He pulled off a small piece of rag from the corner of his clothes, tested the wind direction, and then dropped a smoke bomb downwind of the Japanese position. The light blue smoke looked like a giant hand.
Rising into the sky, summoning his chariot brethren.
After a while, dust started to fly on the road south of the artillery position, and a Japanese tank rushed into the ruins like a beast. The Japanese on the artillery position were stunned for a moment, and then said "Onboard, onboard!"
They cheered, and some even came over to say hello to the tank. They thought it was their own tank returning victoriously, or just passing by on its way to a new journey. They had no idea that the khaki beast with the red pill logo on a white background was here.
Inside the skin are two angry Chinese faces.
The tank ignored them and drove straight behind the artillery, then turned around in a circle, leaving an excellent shooting distance for the coaxial machine gun on the front. This group of Japs was so confused that Monk Zhang Er was confused. They didn't know.
What were his accomplices going to do? One of the Japanese lieutenants suddenly became alert. He waved his arms and shouted something to his colleagues. The Japanese suddenly panicked. They just wanted to run away, but it was too late. The parallel machine gun in the tank sprayed out
Revengeful bullets, the car body kept turning in place, adjusting the shooting angle and direction in time, until the last scream of the Japanese subsided.
Su Dangdang almost jumped up and shouted excitedly: "It's so happy!"
But at the same time, an ominous thought passed through his mind, Brother Zhou was about to die.
Su Dangdang had his own reasons for making this judgment, that is, he heard that the sound of machine gun fire just now was intermittent.
If you are a sound shooter, with such an unobstructed shooting range, shooting with a machine gun should be a long and continuous burst of fire. There is only one reasonable explanation for the shooting method just now:
It was Brother Zhou who pulled the trigger while enduring severe pain, stopped when he fainted from the pain, and continued to pull the trigger when he woke up. He was using his faith to support Su Dangdang and the others in completing their mission.
Thinking of this, Su Dangdang couldn't bear it any longer. Just as he was about to stand up and help Brother Zhou, he saw a low wall on the west side of the ruins collapsed, and a Japanese tank gun stuck out from behind the low wall, looking ferocious.
Its muzzle was pointed at its "rebellious" kindred spirits on the ruins.
Suddenly, there was a flash of muzzle fire, and an armor-piercing bullet tore through the weak rear armor of Brother Zhou's tank and penetrated. Then another round.
The tank on the ruins began to smoke, then burst into flames, and soon it was engulfed in flames.
The Japanese tank behind the low wall proudly blew out a stream of black smoke from the exhaust pipe behind the vehicle. It turned around and was about to leave when suddenly a figure flashed out of the window of a building next to the tank.
He climbed along the narrow wall to just above the tank, and then stood up unsteadily.
Su Dangdang took a closer look and saw that it was Liu Xiaoshan. Liu Xiaoshan, who had been missing just now, actually appeared from here. He tore open his khaki military uniform, revealing the close-fitting jacket underneath, and his lean waist was tied up with a ring.
Wooden handle grenade.
At this time, Liu Xiaoshan was holding a grenade fuse in each hand. He suddenly pulled his hands outward, and white smoke came out, covering his face that was twisted in fear.
One side of the face.
"Little Japan, let's die together!" Liu Xiaoshan jumped forward without hesitation...
Su Dangdang clenched his fist and punched the broken glass on the ground a few times, then inserted his fingers deeply into it, digging hysterically, letting the broken glass cut his fingers, and letting the blood soak the ground!
He seemed to have completely forgotten the pain, as if this was the only way to alleviate the guilt of his inaction in this battle.
got windy.
There were some rags left over from the explosion floating in the air. Su Dangdang took one and put it in the palm of his hand. It was khaki color, as if Liu Xiaoshan's childish face was smiling at him. Su Dangdang held it tightly.
He held it in his hand as if he were afraid it would melt.
The gunshots rang out from the west, getting thicker and thicker, and the Japanese army was approaching. Su Dangdang took a deep look at the Chinese land soaked in the blood of his comrades, and quietly retreated.
Before dusk, Su Dangdang finally returned to the building where his regiment headquarters was located.
Lou is still guarding here like a soldier, but after a day of destruction by artillery fire, this soldier has more scars on his face.
The sun hanging in the west cast its afterglow, leaving a long and narrow reflection of the concrete building on the ground. The barricade in the reflection was extremely active at this time. Ever since the Japanese artillery position was eliminated, there were not many rounds of fire here.
None of the shells fell.
The brothers were seizing this moment to strengthen the fortifications. When they saw Su Dangdang coming back, they gathered around to ask for help. Just as Su Dangdang was about to talk, the air-raid alarm on the roof of the concrete building suddenly sounded!