Chapter 5: The Son (13a)

"Insidious guy. Ancestral malice. Ten times more insidious than an eyed snake. Sooner or later, even the heart and liver will rot. Poison yourself to death." Takaaki Sakai kept cursing Shirakawa Shiro in his stomach. Cat waisted. Running left and right towards the area where the garrison brigade brigade is located.

He is worthy of being a veteran who has been in the army for many years. He moves faster than a tanuki. Every time you lie down. Or just hide behind the carcass of a war horse . Either they took refuge in the crater of the Thunderbolt explosion. And every time you jump. It's just when the flare goes out. It takes full advantage of the human eye's adaptation delay to darkness. It is very difficult for both the enemy and the enemy rifle crosshairs to catch him.

A distance of a few hundred meters is completed in the blink of an eye. Soon. And he came out of the pile of puppets lying on the ground. Flipped to the little lama with the same frightened face. Crawling on the ground with his head on top of his head and raising his eyes at each other. The fox scolds pretendiously." Head Xiao. What the hell do you want to do. Neither dare to move forward. and did not dare to ask for fire support to the rear. Are you going to lie down like this until dawn?"

"Taijun." Although the other party's military rank and position are worse than his own, I don't know how many levels. The little lama still didn't dare to hold up in front of the devil. Even if this devil in front of him looks like a market vendor." Please listen to my explanation. Subordinate. The subordinates are observing the movement of the Dirt Eight Road."

"yes. Then tell me about it. What are you doing on the dirt road?" Anyway, there is still a period of time before Shiro Shirakawa gives the time for the attack to be launched. Takaaki Sakai doesn't mind knowing more about the details of the battlefield. With intuition. He identified his "old friend" Zhang Songling as lying in the trench more than 100 meters away. Hold a brand new Sakamoto-style rifle and look for a sniper target. He doesn't want to be too positive. so as not to really become a target for "old friends" .

"They. They just took advantage of the fact that we weren't machine-gunning. Secretly send people out of the trenches to collect ammunition. They. They also tried to pull the carcass of a dead horse in front of the trench with a rope. Repair the gaps that were blown out by the shells. In addition to these. They. They seem to have planted a lot of mines near the trenches. I'm afraid to alarm them. Only. He did not give the order to shoot and stop him."' Japanese Taijun's question. Of course, the little lama knows everything. There is no end to words. A few words. The latest movements of the ** team on the opposite side. To be clear.

"Hmm. You're doing a great job." Knowing the so-called fear of alarming the opponent. In fact, I am afraid of attracting retaliation from my opponent. Takaaki Sakai still smiled and praised. In the Kawada brigade. He's still a wreck that anyone can step on when he sees it. However, in front of the Imperial Allied Army. He is the emperor who no one can afford to provoke. You can pretend as much as you want. After laughing. Slam your face on the board. Eyes widened." Chief Kawada ordered..."

"Hi Yi. Ask Chief Kawada to teach." The little lama really ate this set. Immediately pouting and saluting.

"Drop it." Takaaki Sakai bowed his head proudly." Chief Kawada ordered. Captain Xiao continued to lead the team. Putting pressure on the positions of the Eighth Route Army. When the next attack is launched. Be sure to keep moving forward. All actions. All must obey the command of Lieutenant Sakai. Do not retreat without permission. Nor should you allow your men to delay the fighters. Otherwise. Martial law is engaged in."

"Hi Yi." The little lama agreed obediently. Then raise half a head. Ask cautiously." Taijun. When is the next offensive. Will there be artillery to suppress fire beforehand?"

"No, it won't." Sakai shook his head with a straight face. Cannonballs of the Great Japanese Empire. It wasn't picked up for nothing. Can't be too wasteful. You pass on the order first. Then wait patiently for the two green flares. After seeing the flares. Send two platoons for a tentative attack first. When I make them hidden. And immediately they fell to their stomachs. Hide where you are."

"Hi Yi." The little lama nodded vigorously again. The promise was extraordinarily painful. Send two platoons of men to launch a tentative attack. Of course, there is no need for him, the head of the regiment, to lead the team personally. This task is much safer than before. Also much more considerate than before.

"These two platoons of people. Be sure to spread out. When attacking. The momentum must be sufficient. Others. Cover by firing on the spot. We must expose as much of the firepower as possible on the dirt road." With previous experience in combat. Takaaki Sakai continued to point in a low voice. Supreme hour. The "friendship" between him and Zhang Songling can only be forgotten for the time being. If only one of the two is destined to survive tonight. Takaaki Sakai will undoubtedly choose himself.

"It's a bit of a pity. But there is no way." Thinking of Zhang Songling's young and simple face. Takaaki Sakai sighed quietly in his heart. Who called this war? Who told you that you weren't Japanese? Damn war. Damn Shirakawa Shiro."

"Damn little devils. and are ready to use the puppet army as cannon fodder." Right in front of the second trench one hundred and fifty meters away from Takaaki Sakai. Zhang Songling was also cursing in a low voice. Night battles are one of the killer features of the old twenty-six. It is also a key training project for the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army to make up for their lack of firepower. So his night vision was exercised much better than the average person of this era. It's not just him. All the cadres and fighters of the Blackstone guerrillas. I can't find a single night blindness right now. Livestock offal on the steppe is not worth much. Ever since Scar became a team doctor. Lamb liver soup has become an inevitable choice for dinner every day. Although everyone thinks about it a little sick to their stomachs. But the recuperating effect on the eyes. But it far exceeded expectations.

No night blindness. Targeted training is also often carried out. Of course, everyone can see the adjustment actions that the puppet army is doing. It seems that he is ready to sacrifice himself to slowly grind with the guerrillas. This blunt knife effect will not be too noticeable. But it's very difficult to deal with. After all, the strength of the guerrillas is much worse than that of the other side. The weapon in his hand is too simple.

"Or. I bring a few people. Sneak the horse from behind." Zhao Tianlong was also keenly aware of the changes in the puppet army. Poked Zhang Songling with his fingers. Whispered suggestion." Take advantage of the puppet army to be unprepared. Give him a counter-charge. I'm sure I'll kill them."

"The question is. After they retreated. How can you guarantee that you can withdraw safely?" Zhang Songling thought about it. Shake your head quickly. Categorically rejected Zhao Tianlong's proposal. The little devil is obviously preparing to take advantage of the traitor's numerical superiority to fight a war of attrition with the guerrillas. Zhao Tianlong, even if they take the initiative. All the people killed were cannon fodder. No damage to the little devils. Maybe Kuniaki Kawada is hoping that the guerrillas will do this. And so the guerrillas were almost consumed by the traitors . The devil who has been recuperating next to him just happens to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"Then what do you say?" My own ideas were rejected. Zhao Tianlong didn't feel annoyed either. looked at Zhang Songling's eyes. Keep whispering.

"I can't think of a good way to do it right now. You can only see the tricks. When the puppet army attacks. I'll take people to the front to meet them. You take the second echelon in the rear and give me a sweep. I found that the devil's movement was wrong. Immediately remind me to step back." Zhang Songling thought for a moment. Responding with a frown.

"I'll go to the front. You take the second echelon." Zhao Tianlong is willing to let his good friend take risks. Disagree immediately. The voice didn't wait for it to fall. Two dazzling flares leaped up with a green light. Immediately after. More than a dozen heavy machine guns erupted in the darkness. Shrouded the entire position in a hail of bullets.

"Everybody is lying down. Keep your body as low as possible." Zhang Songling pressed Zhao Tianlong. At the same time shouting commands.

Follow his reminders. One by one, the partisans clung their bodies to the inside of the second trench. No one will look up easily. The little devil dragged the dark green tail with the tracer bullets fired from the heavy machine gun and landed on the edge of the front and rear trenches. The earthen wall that the guerrillas had just rebuilt by stealing out of the air made a "poof" sound. The carcasses of several war horses that had been temporarily dragged over were also quickly splashed around with fresh minced meat. Stained the inside and outside of the first trench. A few pieces of minced meat were even carried by bullets over the second trench. Fall down. Smashed in the face of little Batu and others. Little Batu rolled to the side in disgust. I wiped it on my face. Trying to wipe the face clean. This action made him completely turn into the red-faced Guan Gong in Peking Opera. It was covered with blood from the forehead to the chin. Only two bright eyes and a mouthful of white teeth are left with their original color.

"Don't be nervous. The little devil is giving the puppet army courage as usual. Firepower of this intensity. They simply can't guarantee continuity." Zhang Songling patted the little bus lightly. At the same time a loud reminder to everyone.

"Fat team rest assured. We're used to it." The partisans waved their hands. Laughing in response.

The sound of machine-gun fire outside the trenches was loud. Guys have to do something close to yelling. in order to ensure smooth communication. But everyone is scrappy so far. I also despise the devils and puppet armies on the outside. With more than ten times the number of troops on this side. Originally, one bayonet per person. You can take down the position. The little devils and the puppet army have to rely on machine guns and artillery for cover. to have the courage to attack. And every attack is like a's fist. I don't have much strength at all.

"Just get used to it." Zhang Songling was very satisfied with the performance of the brothers. Smiled and nodded at the group." You still remember which group you were in... Wait a little while the machine guns stop. One group immediately followed me up from the top of the traffic ditch. Remember not to shoot lightly. After repelling the attack of the puppet army. Immediately retreat back the way you came."

"Yes." The partisans who were divided into the first group agreed in unison. It seems that he is going to follow Zhang Songling to a banquet. Including two of them White Russians. The expressions on the faces are very relaxed.

Everyone has confidence in Zhang Fatzi. Although the fat captain in front of him is not very old. But he has a lot of experience in fighting little devils. Up to now. Most of the tricks used by the little devils. He had been fed in advance. Especially digging two trenches in advance. The practice of leaving the first line of trenches to the little devil artillerymen . It's a stroke of genius. Just now I was squatting in the second trench and watching the little devil's shells explode in turn before and after the first trench like fireworks to welcome the new year. The partisans were as excited as if they had drunk a good wine. It doesn't get much more enjoyable or exciting than this. You look at the cannonballs close at hand. It doesn't do you any harm. And the puppet soldiers who should have been emboldened by the sound of shell explosions. But they trembled one by one. Skate on thin ice. You just shoot them in the head. can scare them to the ground. After two rows of bullets. There was no longer a man standing on the battlefield.

"Prepare to enter position." I silently estimated the time in my heart. Zhang Songling suddenly ordered loudly again. As if echoing his commands. The sound of machine guns outside the trenches was the moment the words fell. Abrupt stop. Forthwith. The sound of messy footsteps came from the ground not far away. The partisans drove along the two pre-dug communication ditches with their weapons to the first trench in front. While raising his eyes to peek at the place where the footsteps sounded. I saw more than forty black figures rushing towards the first trench itself. Every figure has a waist like a cooked shrimp. Teeter. Shaking around.

"Each enters a pre-designated position. Take aim with the end gun." Zhang Songling commanded in a low voice. Be the first to enter the trenches. Stick the grenadier to the inside of the trench. With the memory just now, half of his head poked out of the trench. Secretly look for the location of the devil's heavy machine gun. The puppet troops who had already rushed to within a hundred meters of the trench were not to be feared. He attaches more importance to the heavy machine gun in the hands of the little devil . The network of fire formed by those things was a great threat to the guerrillas. If the offensive of the puppet army is blocked. The first to take revenge on the guerrillas. Heavy machine gun for sure . Compared with. Although the power of the ninety-two field cannon in the hands of the little devil is huge. After all, the reaction speed is slightly inferior to that of a machine gun. And with the help of flares alone. It is also difficult for the artillery of the devils to guarantee the accuracy of the bombardment .

"Smack." A stray bullet hits. A cloud of dust and smoke splashed next to the left side of his face. Immediately after. Another one flew overhead. The accuracy of the cavalry guns in the hands of the puppet army is not very good. But it is far more flexible than the 38 big gayer. You can fire at will without stopping while running. And with one hand, you can complete a series of actions such as rejecting the cartridge case and resetting the bolt.

Zhang Songling waved his hand. Like a fly. Sweep away the earth that fell on your head. Then he widened his eyes and continued to search. I don't care about the random shooting of the puppet army. Such dim lighting conditions. Even if it's himself. If you want to hit a target of about 100 meters, you can also lie down or kneel and aim for a while. I want to kill him with a random shot while running. It's pure luck betting.

Truly. The puppet army is blinding with squinting eyes. They even had that low bulge at the edge of the trench where the head of a man was located. Or the naturally formed dirt bag is not clear. And they fired indiscriminately. After discovering that several rounds of shooting in a row have no effect. He lost interest in continuing to fire there. They turned their guns to a few other suspicious targets. Wow wow screams and pulls the trigger.

"Uh. Bang. Phew."" Bang. Bang. Phew."" Bang. Bang. Phew." Farther away. There are also a large number of puppet soldiers shooting at the trenches. Bullets they shoot. There is no point in sight. Most of them hit the ground in advance. Sparks flew across the ground. And many flew into the dark night sky. Never to be seen again.

"Guys are ready, aren't you?" In the midst of a chaotic gunfire. Zhang Songling turned his head sideways to ask the guerrillas a question. He has seen the machine gun position of the devil clearly. It is divided into six fire points. Two heavy machine guns were mounted at each point of fire. There are also a few light machine guns around to assist with this.

"Ready." The partisans lowered their voices in response. It scared the puppet army that was getting closer and closer.

"Aim." Zhang Songling nodded. Whisper commands. At the same time quickly put the grenadier on the edge of the trench . Make a rough aim at the nearest machine-gun fire point." Ready.."

"Fire." He cried out. Pull down hard with your right hand. The launch cable of the grenadier is pulled." Whoosh." Ground bang. Shoot the forty-eight-petal grenade carefully crafted by the little devil into the air.

"Uh. Bang. Phew." The sound of a volley of guns completely suppressed the sound of the grenadier firing at the beginning of the air, which was not very high. The puppet army, which had already rushed to fifty meters from the first trench, was taken by surprise. Was beaten with a row of rolling gourds. Luckily he didn't get hit by a bullet. In accordance with the previous orders of the junior officers. Lie down quickly. Kick off the Devil Machine Gun in the back to aim at the view.

However. They hear it first. But not the roar of a heavy machine gun . It was a dull explosion." Boom." A bright light quickly rose from somewhere behind him. Immediately after. It's a panicked ghost crying wolf.

"Whoosh." The little devil's machine gunner hasn't reacted yet. Zhang Songling quickly shot a second forty-eight petal. Then put away the grenadier canister. Quickly transfer in the trenches with your head down." Free fire. Free fire. Shot the bullet in the gun and quickly retreated. No one should be in love with war." While trotting with his head down. He alouded the latest commands into the ears of each of his companions. Every guerrilla passed by. Don't forget to gently pat each other on the back. lest this person kill the enemy too much. Missed the best time to evacuate.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da da da. Da-da-da-da." The Devil Heavy was stunned for a moment. Finally reacted as it should. Light and heavy machine guns fired at the same time. All kinds of bullets drag a long tail. All fired at the location where the grenadier had just fired. Where Zhang Songling was hiding before. It was quickly plowed out by the bullet. Moist and fertile ground surface soil. Cut off by a bullet at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon. The inner layer of gravelly soil is turned out. Strings of sparks kept splashing.

"Retreat. Hurry back. No one is allowed to stay." Take advantage of the little devils' machine gunners fighting the dirt. Zhang Songling poked his head out for the third time. A quick glance out of the trenches. Then command loudly. The effect of those two forty-eight petals just now is not bad. One of them was falling in the machine-gun position closest to the trench. Blew up a large crater in the position of the original bracket heavy machine gun. Another one. The action was too hasty and it fell about 20 meters away from the previous crater. It seems to have killed a couple of devil machine gunners. It may also happen to blow up the baggage soldiers who are transporting ammunition forward. There were several mutilated bodies lying around the crater.

There is no time to continue to confirm the results. In the twilight of the night, the characteristic tearing air sound of the special shells of the Type 92 infantry cannon was already heard. This infantry artillery is almost invincible in the Asian theater. Capable of firing 3.8 kg of high-explosive ammunition. Whereabouts. It's hard to find a living creature around fifteen or sixteen meters. However, this infantry gun also has a very big flaw. A flaw discovered by countless Chinese soldiers at the cost of their lives. It's just that the shells fly relatively slowly. Veterans who are super survivable on the battlefield have a 40% chance of giving an early warning based on the sound of shells tearing through the air. Lead the robe around him to quickly move away from the possible landing point of the cannonball.

"Run. Come on. Hurry up and run one after the other." Zhang Songling pushed the brothers around him hard. With the help of longitudinal traffic ditches dug in advance. Stay away from the first line of trenches. There was a Belarusian partisan who was too tall. The bend is not enough. Hit by a stray bullet over the trench. He didn't even hum and fell. The rest of the partisans did not have time to grieve. Lift your legs and run over his remains. Almost everyone's pant legs. They were all soaked with blood spurting from their comrades' bodies.

"Lie down." Zhang Songling shouted again. Fly and pounce. Hold down the nearest little Batu." Boom."" Boom."" Boom." A series of huge explosions rang out in my ears. Overhead the sky began to shake. The ground beneath him began to shake. Traffic ditch on both sides of the vertical wall. Large chunks of dirt were shaken down. smashed everyone's noses and faces swollen. Countless hot steel plates swept over the traffic ditch and the backs of everyone. The scorching breath of a roasted person has a numb scalp. The hairs on the back of the head also stood up one after the other. Weeds stabbed into the night sky.

Didn't wait for everyone to recover from the shock. Zhang Songling's shouting was already coming from his ears again." Get up. Continue running towards the second trench. Hurry up. The little devils may carry out artillery fire extensions."

Most of the partisans of the first group struggled to get to their feet. Dusty, he threw his legs and rushed towards the second line of trenches. But he didn't run into the same traffic ditch as Zhang Songling. The position is slightly further back of the three partisans. Then close your eyes forever. At the moment of receiving the order to lie down. A high-explosive bomb landed right behind them near the entrance to the traffic ditch. The aftermath of the explosion caught up with them from behind. Tearing their bodies to the ground.

There was no time to go back and collect the remains for them. There was no time to weep over the death of the robe. This is war. Decide that a people is entitled to continue to survive. Or like the Indians in the eighteenth century. The Maori were driven into a desperate war. Every warrior who survives. All of them buried their sorrow and hatred firmly in their hearts. Ferment. Accumulate. Until one day he spewed out vengeful anger on the invaders.

"Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom." High-explosive shells fired from the 92nd Infantry Cannon were behind the partisans. Exploded one after the other. The second round of bombardment of the little devils arrived. Sure enough, the artillery fire was extended. The guerrillas bent over under the leadership of Zhang Songling. Keep your head down. Continue to retreat to your intended hideout. The steps are heavy and firm.

"Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom." Round 3. The fourth round of shells fell one after the other. Blew the front half of the position into a sea of fire. Outside the maximum threat range of shrapnel . Zhang Songling stopped. Turn back slowly.

The heavy machine guns of the devils have stopped shooting blindly. There are more than 100 puppet soldiers under the cover of artillery. Advancing towards the first line of trenches. Be inspired by the cannons. They ran much faster than before. I can't wait for the artillery to stop. Just rush straight into the trenches. And then with an absolute numerical superiority. Take the position directly.

"Turn back." Zhang Songling touched the grenade bag tied around his waist. Raise the grenadier canister. Command loudly. The fighters who had just been removed from the first group couldn't even think about it. Turn around quickly.

The sound of shell explosions stopped abruptly. The puppet army, whose victory was in sight, let out a wolf howl. Straighten up. The tide rushed into the trenches.

"Kill them one back with a rifle.." Zhang Songling pointed at the puppet army rushing to the front with a grenadier. Rip your throat open and command.

"Back to the carbine. Back to the carbine." The warriors held up the 38 big covers. Walking on the blood stains of the robes. Rush head-on to the puppet army that is already close to the first line of trenches. Everybody's face. There was not the slightest hint of fear.