The Chinese soldiers had actually guessed it, but they still needed someone to confirm it.
The sergeant major shouted: "Chen Yongcheng, go get my rifle."
Personally speaking, Chen Yongcheng did not take the current situation too seriously. There were several more explosions, some one after another, while others were continuous.
The departure whistle sounded, and the Chinese soldiers climbed back into their trucks. An hour later, the Chinese soldiers reached the top of a hill, and fierce gunfire caused the Chinese soldiers' convoy to come to a complete stop.
Gunshots came from a place very close to the Chinese soldiers. Each explosion made the air around them tremble. Several drivers nervously stepped on the brakes. Their trucks skidded sideways on the road.
The drivers tried to realign the truck, but failed. Chen Yongcheng opened the door and looked at his convoy. A "Zhonghua" brand jeep drove quickly from behind the soldiers. The captain in the car shouted to his soldiers:
"Everyone, keep walking. You...go help get that idiot's car out."
Chen Yongcheng jumped out of the truck and immediately joined a group of soldiers who were trying to get a truck out of a roadside ditch.
The fierce exchange of fire rang out nearby again. It sounded like the gunshots were coming from the north very close to the Chinese soldiers.
The convoy moved forward arduously and slowly again. When climbing up the hill, the driver of the truck mistakenly stepped on the brakes. The driver was in a hurry for a while before he started the truck again.
Now the Chinese soldiers drove slowly along the road down the mountain to a rural landscape of low hills and thick trees. The low sound of explosions in the distance continued.
Suddenly, the truck in front of the soldiers stopped, and then a sharp whistle was heard.
The Chinese soldiers quickly jumped out of the car. The soldiers were all running towards the front of the convoy. The captain just now was also running. He called the soldiers while running, and Chen Yongcheng was also called over by him.
The soldiers took their rifles and ran to the front of the convoy as quickly as possible. The command armored vehicle escorting the soldiers' convoy had also driven to the side of the road.
A sergeant major shouted: "There are enemies ahead. Now everyone spread out and prepare to fight."
As he spoke, he pointed to the left side of the soldiers. Without thinking much, Chen Yongcheng followed the sergeant major and fell down on the slope. When Chen Yongcheng raised his head from the ground and looked out, he saw a large black area.
The crowd was walking towards the Chinese soldiers' defense line from the bushes.
The Japanese seemed to be moving as slowly as the Chinese soldiers.
Like everyone else, Chen Yongcheng lowered his head as much as possible. He moved forward, but his attention was mainly on his boots rather than on the enemy.
The Japanese were still far away from the Chinese soldiers. Chen Yongcheng guessed that they must be running forward to prevent themselves from falling into the craters.
The sergeant major ordered his soldiers: "Now everyone dig your own foxholes."
Chen Yongcheng did not have an engineer shovel, so he could only use his rifle butt to knock some soil off the ground. He lay in his temporary bunker and looked at the scene outside with some relief. Chen Yongcheng was concerned about the Japanese soldiers coming out of the bushes.
He was surprised that there were so many enemies! He could also see that there were more enemies in the forest that had not come out. They looked like a mighty army of ants. Apparently they were moving from north to south.
With.
Since the Chinese soldiers were walking from east to west, they did not attract their attention. Maybe they wanted to surround the Chinese soldiers.
The troops escorting the soldiers set up a heavy machine gun about 20 meters away from the Chinese soldiers' position.
Chen Yongcheng didn't understand why no one had fired yet. The enemy had begun to cross the road, and the sound of artillery coming from the north was getting louder and louder. Chen Yongcheng's hands and feet now felt a little cold.
He didn't quite understand the current situation, but he felt very calm. The group of Japanese had not yet opened fire on the Chinese soldiers, but they had already crossed the road. It seemed that their number was at least three to four times that of the Chinese soldiers.
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The convoy of Chinese soldiers consists of about 100 trucks, accompanied by about 100 gun-toting drivers and escort troops!
The soldiers can only protect themselves at best. In addition, the soldiers also have 10 officers, a doctor, and two medical soldiers. Every explosion in the north brings up a fog.
On a hill covered with trees very close to the soldiers, large plumes of smoke rose into the sky along with increasingly fierce explosions.
The heavy machine gun on the right side of the Chinese soldier fired, then stopped.
Chen Yongcheng stupidly poked his head out of the temporary bunker. He could see pieces of faint white smoke appearing where the enemies were, followed by a dull explosion.
The sound of firing from the machine gun on the right side of the Chinese soldiers almost shattered Chen Yongcheng's eardrums, and then another machine gun on the opposite side of the hillside also opened fire.
Now all the soldiers are firing.
At the Japanese, the Chinese soldiers saw those people running from all directions, and running faster and faster. Some of them fell and lay motionless on the ground. The sun was still shining in the sky. It looked like the situation
Nothing serious.
Bullets from the Japanese hissed in the air past the Chinese soldiers' positions. The sound of the exchange of fire between the two sides was deafening, but Chen Yongcheng had not yet opened fire.
Someone suddenly shouted to Chen Yongcheng's right. The enemies were retreating into the bushes. At this time, Chinese tanks rushed towards them, firing their guns as they rushed.
Three or four Japanese bullets hit the ground in front of Chen Yongcheng, and Chen Yongcheng began to fire blindly in front like everyone else.
Seven or eight more tanks drove up to the Chinese soldiers and opened fire on the enemy. The exchange of fire lasted for about 20 minutes, and then it all ended. Chen Yongcheng fired about 12 magazines of bullets. After a while, the Chinese tanks and
The armored vehicles came back, and in front of three of them were a large group of prisoners, each group containing about 15 prisoners.
The prisoners looked very depressed. Three Chinese soldiers were helped out of an armored vehicle. One seemed to be unconscious, and two had painful expressions on their faces.
Three Japanese and two Chinese soldiers were lying on the back of a tank. Except for one man who was still groaning, the others were motionless.
Not far away, a Chinese soldier was leaning on the roadside with blood on his face. He waved to his companions to hit them.
An officer standing on the command tank said to the soldiers: "Now the road is clear, you can continue on your way."
After helping the injured to the medical vehicle, Chen Yongcheng returned to his truck. Lin Sen walked past Chen Yongcheng, shaking his head in confusion as he walked. He asked Chen Yongcheng, "Did you see it?"
Chen Yongcheng replied: "Yes, has anyone died?"
Lin Sen sighed and said, "Of course."
The convoy was on the road again, and thoughts of death began to bother Chen Yongcheng. Suddenly he felt scared. The sunshine outside now looked a bit gray, and the temperature began to drop again.
The bodies in long brown coats were now lying on the roadside.
When the Chinese truck passed by, a man lying in it waved to the Chinese soldiers. Chen Yongcheng touched the driver: "Hey, there is an injured Japanese man waving to us."
The driver replied coldly: "Poor guy, I wish their own people could take care of him. That's what war is like, and tomorrow it might be our turn to be like this."
Chen Yongcheng said: "Yes, but we have a doctor. He can do something for that person."
The driver replied: "You can go talk to the doctor. We already have two trucks of injured people, and our doctors are already busy. Don't feel uncomfortable seeing this. You will see many such scenes in the future.
of."
Chen Yongcheng smiled bitterly: "I have seen a lot of them."
The driver was somewhat doubtful of Chen Yongcheng's answer, but he still said: "I have seen many, especially when I saw my knees. During the Russian campaign, my knees were completely blown away by artillery shells. I
At that time, I thought they would send me home. But they sent me to work in the transport group along with other old people, children, and sick people. Seriously, wounds like mine often hurt a lot, especially if you have to
It takes hours to get morphine!"
He went on to talk about his experiences in the Russian campaign.
The sky became dark. A long convoy of Chinese soldiers stopped in a small village.
The armored detachment escorting the Chinese soldiers was also there. The colonel ordered the convoy to stop so that the wounded could be treated.
The potholed roads prevented doctors from operating on the wounded. Now two Japanese prisoners had bled to death, and other wounded had not received treatment after waiting for several hours.
The Chinese truck happened to be parked next to a farmer's barn. Just when Chen Yongcheng was about to open the door and go down to get some food, the driver grabbed him:
"Don't panic, unless you want to stand guard tonight. The sergeant here won't take notes, just like when they were in the military camp. He just gives the task of standing guard to the first person he sees.
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What the driver said was true. After a while, Chen Yongcheng heard the complaint of a brother who was always hungry: "Damn, they asked me to stand guard again. God knows what will happen tonight."
It was another clear night. Chen Yongcheng thanked his driver for saving him from this night.
But what happened later almost made Chen Yongcheng regret his luck tonight. When the soldiers walked towards the cooking cart, they felt a little anxious, worried that they would not be able to eat in time!