Chapter 5: On the Front Line (Part 2)

Unexpectedly, he actually hit another devil, and Zhang Songling felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. The annoyance in his stomach quickly subsided, and he continued to aim at the little devil while chewing the yellow lotus root vigorously. This time, however, he was not as lucky as before. The swaying figures of the brethren were constantly interfering with his vision. Several times, he had obviously used the crosshair to put the devil in, but before he could pull the trigger, he found that one of his brothers was blocking the muzzle of the gun, so he had to shift the target again.

"Cunning little devil!" Zhang Songling scolded in a low voice and spit out a mouthful of yellow lotus soup. Then he hung up the safety of the shell gun and inserted it back into his waist. He was about to reach out and touch the large blade on his back, but he accidentally touched the German-made 24 style tied to his shoulder, quickly took it off, and half-knelt on the ground, looking for new prey with the crosshair.

Although this thing needs to be shot once and the bullet is returned, the muzzle of the gun is much more stable than that of a box gun. Soon, Zhang Songling found a suitable target and knocked him down with one shot before the brothers rushed forward.

"This is Grandpa Wei's!" He spat out another mouthful of yellow lotus soup, pulled the bolt, and withdrew the cartridge case. The "......" crosshair shines through a heavy shadow and traps a devil soldier. The devil soldier also saw the muzzle of his gun at the same time, screaming and dodging to the side. Unexpectedly, he hit Shi Liangcai's knife edge and was split in half by the latter.

It turns out that they also know to be afraid! Suddenly, Zhang Songling felt that the Japanese devil was not as powerful as when he first encountered it. At that time, at the entrance of Weizhuang Village, he and the old military division and others took advantage of the time and place, but they didn't even hold on for 20 minutes, and they were beaten and wiped out by more than a dozen little devils. However, today, the total number of little devils with a total number of more than 100 was forced to retreat by the secret service group, although the wounded devil soldiers continued to pull grenades and die with the surrounding Chinese soldiers. But everyone can see that the overall situation of today's battle has been decided, and the little devil is powerless no matter how he struggles.

The brothers of the special service group, under the leadership of the battalion commander Lao Gou, continued to rush forward. The devil lieutenant was already wounded, his steel helmet hung around his neck, and his head was covered in blood. There were still about 30 devil soldiers around him, holding bayonets and curling into a hedgehog-like ball, and their mouths kept screaming in despair, "Onboard-on-board----" (Note 1)

"A coffin on board!" The battalion commander, Lao Gou, raised the box cannon and overturned the two devil soldiers who were facing him. "The first company stays to settle the battle, the second company, the third company, to blow up the artillery!"

"Yes!" The commander of the second and third companies agreed loudly, and led his brothers to rush towards the artillery position. The would-be robbers who gathered together may have understood Lao Gou's words, or perhaps knew that even if they gathered together, they would not be able to stop the bullets of the shell guns, and suddenly screamed again, "Loaded-", scattered in all directions, recoiled, and tried to exchange their lives for their lives.

Lao Gou raised his gun and knocked over a devil, and then quickly moved the muzzle of the gun to the second. Pull the trigger, but there are no bullets in the shell gun. "Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice, inserted the shell gun back into his waist, and held the handle of the knife with both hands, ready to give the little devil a sea fishing moon. Unexpectedly, before the knife wheel was in place, a gunshot suddenly sounded in his ears, and the little devil who was trying to fight with him burst out of his chest with a stream of black blood and stumbled to the ground.

"Damn!" Lao Gou said another dirty word, kicked away the corpse of the devil, and found the third opponent. This time, before he could raise his knife, the devil's skull was opened by a bullet, and white and red splashed everywhere. "Who is so blind!" Lao Gou was so angry that his eyebrows were upside down, and when he turned his head, he saw Shi Liangcai's smiling face, "Sir, you don't need a knife to kill chickens." You go and kill the official, and the little soldier will be left to me! Shi Liangcai slapped Sima Fart loudly, but the shell gun in his hands was not idle, and he shot a series of crosses left and right, wrapping up all the little devils closest to Lao Gou.

Other warriors are also like Shi Liangcai, who can kill devils by themselves and never pretend to others. Soon, except for Lieutenant Sato, who was holding a command knife and spinning in a crazy circle, there was no living little devil.

"It's not fair!" Devil Lieutenant Mao Sato roared sharply in Japanese, and his eyes were as red as mad wild dogs. No one could understand what he was saying, and even if they could, they wouldn't think they needed to talk to the devil about a fair duel. Officer Lao Gou took a step forward, slashing his knife with both hands, ready to give Lieutenant Devil a good time. "Ping-" Another gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew from behind, grazed his arm, and shot into the lower abdomen of Lieutenant Devil.

"Ahh "Ping!" Another bullet flew from outside the crowd, relieving him of his pain once and for all.

"Who the hell owes so much money to dare to rob Lao Tzu's business!" Lao Gou looked back at the source of the gunfire angrily, only to see Zhang Songling holding a rifle, looking at him expectantly, waiting for his praise.

"How did Lao Tzu accept such a scourge from you!" The battalion commander was so angry that his eyes were on fire, but he couldn't deal with a recruit who had been in the army for less than ten days. Turning around hatefully, he led the brothers to assist the second and third companies in cleaning up the devil's cannons.

The artillerymen of the little devils have long been awakened from their sleep by the sound of gunfire. Both those who were on duty tonight and those who were not on duty each held rifles and pistols, shrunk behind a piece of artillery, and put up a dying resistance. When they found out that the Sato squadron was on the verge of destruction, they immediately went crazy one by one, no longer holding guns and fighting with the brothers of the second and third companies of the special service group, but opened the cannon door and stuffed a string of grenades into it!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" , a violent grenade explosion, sounded inside the chamber of the gun. The brothers of the second and third companies of the special service regiment who were shooting at each other with the devil artillery were stunned, and they really couldn't understand, which one of the little devil artillerymen were singing? After destroying all the dozen or so field artillery, the devil artillerymen laughed wildly as if they had picked up some big bargain, and gathered around several ensigns. Then raising his rifle, pistol and command knife, he did not hesitate to launch a suicidal charge at the Chinese soldiers who were several times his size!

Onboard ——!

Onboard ——!

Desperate cries came one after another, and the brothers of the second and third companies of the special service group pulled the trigger with some pity and shot the ghost artillerymen who were counterattacking in the middle of the way.

"Go up to a few people, remove all the things that can be removed from the cannon, and throw them into the ravine!" Wang Tiehan, the commander of the third company, had participated in the Central Plains War, and knew how to deal with this kind of field artillery to be cleaner and thorough, and ordered loudly.

More than two dozen brothers who had been prepared for a long time took out the binders and vices from their waists, rushed to the side of the cannon that had been blown up, and when they saw the bolts, they were all twisted indiscriminately. Wang Tiehan led people to pile large parts and shells together, packed small parts and bolts and nuts on their shoulders, and then stuffed an explosive bag under each pile of shells and began to lay fuses outward.

"Be smart!" Officer Lao Gou rushed over with a company of brothers, and happened to see a long fuse on the ground. He urged in a low voice, and then turned his gaze to the first company of Changgong Ziqiang, "Take your brother to finish." Every devil will be stabbed up, and our people, whether they have been martyred or injured, will all be carried away by me. Lao Tzu can't bury his brother with wild beasts! ”

"Yes!" Gong Ziqiang agreed with red eyes and led the company to clean up the battlefield. In tonight's surprise attack, the first company undertook the task of attacking the fortifications, and although it successfully blew up all the enemy's turrets, the first company also paid a great price. Nearly half of the brothers fell to enemy gunfire and never woke up again.

"Others, go and light all the things that can be lit around for Lao Tzu, don't leave anything for the little devil!" Lao Gou looked around and ordered the brothers in the guard squad.

Shi Liangcai led the whole class of soldiers and Zhang Songling, a recruit who had passed the test of war, to set fire to it. In a short time, the devil's barracks were set on fire as a huge torch. Officer Lao Gou raised his ears and listened to the surrounding movements, and waved at all the brothers, "Withdraw, the wooden bridge when we rush over, let's go to Liangxiang to join the 31st Division!" Let the pool maniac invite us to drink! ”

"Good!" The brothers shouted excitedly, gathered in a group, followed Lao Gou, and quickly withdrew from the devil's artillery position into the surrounding mountains.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" , Huge explosions sounded one after another behind the team, and all the shells left by the devils on the position were blasted into the sky by the demolition team of the third company. Walking, walking, Zhang Songling, who was walking side by side with Shi Liangcai, slowly stopped, turned around, and looked at the firelight like a dream, and a sense of revenge suddenly surged in his heart.

"I went to the front, I didn't fool others to die, but I hid in the rear! I'm not a bastard! Brother Zhou, Tian Fatzi, Weiwei, have you seen it? He smiled sadly, and silently asked the stars in the sky in his heart. A few meteors quickly slipped through the dawn sky, leaving several dazzling tails in the brilliant Milky Way.

Zhang Songling quietly stretched out his fingers, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then opened his legs and strode to keep up with the team. When he crossed the third mountain beam, he heard the characteristic sound of the German light gun, "Da ......", "Da ......", "Da Da Da, Da Da ......". It was the black thin platoon commander of the third company leading his brothers to snipe the devil's reinforcements. No one knew if they had a chance to get rid of the devil's pursuit, but in the entire team, no one looked back.

The whole procession moved silently through the hills and valleys like a long dragon. Soon, even the footprints left on the grass were blown away by the mountain wind, as if they had never appeared, and there was no trace left.

Note 1: Onboard, it should be Banzai in Japanese. During World War II, usually the devil would shout a few times "onboard" before committing suicide to give himself courage.