Chapter 6: The Ballad of the Great Wall (No. 6 Middle School)

Despite the experience of attacking the enemy at night, Zhang Songling was so nervous that his palms were sweating. Last time, he was a recruit, and he just followed Shi Liangcai, but this time, he was already the deputy company commander of the first battalion and the second company, and there were nearly a hundred brothers around him.

"Tian Xiaofat, they are also watching from the sky!" He whispered something in his heart, bent down, quickly raised his legs and walked lightly, and pounced forward like a tanuki to avoid alarming the little devils in the camp.

This action shocked Liao Wenhua, in his old unit, although the company commander also had to go to the front line, the leader of the charge must be the big head platoon leader or squad leader. And at this moment, the little fat deputy company commander ran ahead of the brothers in the whole company!

Before he could decide how to react, the rest of the brothers followed, all of them moving lightly on their legs, like a pack of hunting leopards.

"You can't be robbed of the limelight by the little fat man!" In the midst of lightning and fire, Liao Wenhua made a decision. Before he opened his legs, he quickly looked around, but found that the regiment commander Lao Gou actually rushed forward even higher than the little fat man, and his top boss, the first battalion commander Gong Ziqiang, was about half a step away from Lao Gou.

"A bunch of maniacs!" Liao Wenhua scolded while speeding up his pace. Unfortunately, he was mixed with the madmen, and he could only go crazy with him. Otherwise, once it is seen by someone with a heart, it will be a big trouble later.

With years of experience in the ranks, he tried not to rush to the front row. That's the most vulnerable position to guns, and after a battle, no more than one-tenth of the total number of people will be able to leave the battlefield alive. Zhang Xiaofat is in that row, if he is pierced by a bullet......

A wave of happiness suddenly surged into Liao Wenhua's heart, making him unconsciously stare at Zhang Songling more closely. At this moment, there were suddenly several terrible screams in mid-air, and the mortars of the special service group began to wield, and the eighty-two-millimeter imitation shells drew several beautiful arcs, and smashed into the heavy machine gun behind the sandbag before the devil sentry found the brothers of the special service group.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Huge explosions rang out one after another, and the three groups of imp machine gunners didn't even see who the enemy was, and flew into the sky along with the heavy machine guns beside them. The other three mortar shells were slightly deflected by a few meters, only knocking the devils and machine guns on the ground at the target, but not destroying the entire fortress. The sleeping devils were immediately awakened by the sound of explosions, and screamed out of the field tents. Some carried rifles, while others didn't even bother to tidy up their clothes, revealing their round bellies from under their open coats.

"Accelerate!" Lao Gou raised the shell gun and straightened his deep cat's waist at the same time. "Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong ....." The two box cannons were made by him as if they had eyes, and the bullets chased after the devil's chest and bit hard. Several officers of the special service regiment who rushed to the front row also raised their box guns one after another, and at the same time quickened their pace, and in the process, they gave the little devil a salvo of multiple guns.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong....." Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong ....." At a distance of more than 150 meters, not everyone can hit as accurately as Lao Gou. But the ample firepower of the box cannon still stunned the little devils who had just come out of the marching tent.

"Enemy attack!" "Enemy attack!" A few little devils shouted in panic and leveled the three or eight big gays and shot indiscriminately. But a few of them were soon beaten into a hornet's nest by bullets. The soldiers of the first few rows of the secret service group ran with their legs spread out, unfastened their rifles that were straddling behind their shoulders, pulled the trigger, and fired rows of bullets.

According to the order before departure, the three battalions of the special service group began to disperse separately, attacking the left, center, and right of the devils in the run. The little devils didn't expect that thousands of Chinese soldiers would suddenly emerge from the ground, and they didn't know which way to block first. It scurried back and forth in the camp like a headless fly, firing a few shots once in a while, but it was not at all accurate.

"Da Da Da, Da ......" The Makqin heavy machine gun that the brothers had worked so hard to carry over the mountain also began to wield, and with a few shots, more than 20 devils were swept away. As if struck by lightning, the other living devils stopped and looked around. It wasn't until a dozen of his companions were swept into a sieve by machine guns that they shouted and lay on the ground in unison.

The walnut orchard is so far away from the position of the Chinese army that few devils would believe that the Chinese soldiers who had been beaten by themselves in the past few days would actually risk their lives to climb dozens of miles of mountain roads and run to the outside of Niangzi Pass to sneak attack themselves. They lay on the ground and put their guns indiscriminately, and they cursed at the same time. scolded the negligence of the night sentries and the cunning of the Chinese soldiers. The only thing that won't scold is themselves.

For this group of beasts who never know how to reflect, Lao Gou will not give any mercy. The two-handed box cannon fired alternately, naming the little devils who were in the direction of their own progress. The soldiers of the first battalion of the special service regiment, under the leadership of Gong Ziqiang, tightly protected Lao Gou's front and back. In a few moments, the little devil's bullet almost flew close to Lao Gou's body, or missed, or was blocked by the brothers with their chests.

"Rush, don't worry about Lao Tzu. You fucking grabbed it and rushed up, and the little devil reacted! Seeing several brothers fall beside him, Lao Gou was so anxious that he yelled. Gong Ziqiang neither responded nor spoke back, and greeted the brothers from a platoon with gestures, asking them to continue to desperately protect Lao Gou. And he himself, holding a light machine gun, rushed to the front of the team, and it was a string of tongues of fire towards the devils.

"Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang......" light machine gun bullets drilled into the devil's position, bringing up strings of red blood beads. Several devil soldiers suddenly jumped up and ran deeper into the camp without looking back. In the camp, a crooked man suddenly opened fire, killing the fleeing devil soldiers directly on the position.

"Move closer to me!" Tsuyoshi Kawashima, the leader of the devil squadron, screamed and shot more than a dozen deserters one after another with a light machine gun. "Move closer to me, I've already asked for guidance from the mountain and the old pass, and reinforcements will arrive soon!"

"Hold on, hold on!" Several squad leaders also shouted, and did their best to assist Kawashima Gangji to gather the panicked devil soldiers. There was a large amount of ammunition stored in this camp before it could be transported to the old place, and if it fell into the hands of the Chinese army, even if the squadron leader Kawashima Tsuyoshi was in front, several of them would have to commit suicide by disembowelment.

Compared with most Chinese soldiers in this era, the soldiers of the little devils are all elite. With the unremitting efforts of several team leaders, they quickly recovered from their panic and began to take the initiative to gather together. The remaining three heavy machine guns were also re-propped up by the devils, and together with the light machine guns in the camp, they frantically spat out tongues of fire. There were more than a dozen veteran devils who had been in a hundred battles, and they actually pounced on the edge of the camp, straightened up and threw grenades outward.

"Boom!" A grenade exploded in the path of the 1st Battalion of the Special Service Corps, overturning three brothers. Zhang Songling's figure was quickly engulfed in gunsmoke, and the heart of Liao Wenhua, the commander of the second company, throbbed. Before he could determine whether his true feelings were joy or sadness, Zhang Songling's characteristic round figure jumped up from behind the gunsmoke, and the two box cannons fired their bows left and right, hitting a devil who was about to drop a bomb to the point of blood in his chest.

"Protect Company Commander Zhang!" Liao Wenhua shouted loudly, and even he didn't know if it was hypocrisy or from the bottom of his heart. A few more grenades fell in smoke, distributed in front of and behind Zhang Xiaofat. The little fat man fell to the ground with a heel, and then a series of explosions completely buried him. "Company Commander Zhang—" Liao Wenhua heard someone shouting in his ear, and the sound drowned out all the sound of machine guns and grenade explosions. "Company Commander Zhang—" He himself couldn't help but shout, and plunged into the smoke of gunpowder, looking for the figure that he once hated. Beneath a pile of dirt, a helmet struggled to emerge, revealing a shrapnel-torn lieutenant's uniform. He rolled and pounced, ready to wrap the wound of the little fat man, but the latter deftly avoided it. "It's not a big deal!" The little fat man turned around and smiled at him, his teeth dazzling white.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Six mortars fired two volleys, knocking the devil's heavy machine gun into dumb again. The firelight illuminated Zhang Songling's figure, and his round appearance suddenly became extremely cute in the eyes of Liao Wenhua.

"Be careful!" Zhang Songling suddenly jumped up again and rolled into a bomb crater with Liao Wenhua in his arms. A grenade smoked and landed where the two of them had been standing, sending up a cloud of smoke.

"His grandmother's, who's afraid of whom!" Liao Wenhua was in a hurry, and regardless of whether he and Zhang Songling were injured or not, he took out a Shanxi-made grenade from his waist, unscrewed the cover, pulled the string, and threw it at the devil.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded in a cloud of black smoke, blocking the devil and his vision. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Songling stood up again, carrying the box cannon and continuing to rush forward. Youdao was blocked by the obstacles built by the devils with sacks and wooden boxes, and he fired several shots into the devil's camp through the sacks, but it was like scratching his boots, and his heart was so anxious that he was burning. Liao Wenhua quickly ran forward and threw one grenade after another into the sack, not asking how many devils he could kill, at least to ensure that the devils could not shoot or throw bombs on Zhang Xiaopang and his head.

"Kill the devil!" Zhao Dafeng, the deputy of Zhao Dafeng, rushed over with the body of Zhang Xiaofat, put one hand on the devil to arrange obstacles, and with his legs, the whole person fell from the sky like a harrier. At the moment of landing, he shot all the bullets in the box cannon, and then quickly dropped the box cannon, stretched out his back with one hand, and the knife was as bright as a match!

"Kill the devil!" A few more fighters surpassed the shaky Zhang Xiaopang and Liao Wenhua, brandished big knives and rushed into the pile of devils, slashing one by one, making the devils cry and cry for their mothers.

"Kill the devil!" For fear of accidentally injuring his own people, Liao Wenhua could not continue to drop bombs. Raised his eyes and measured the height of the obstacle, found a few protrusions, put his hands up, and then, like an ape, the whole person climbed to the top of the obstacle.

"Come up!" Like a ghost envoy, he bent down and stretched out his right hand to Zhang Songling. A look of surprise was evident on the latter's face, and in an instant, all surprise was covered with a smile.

Holding Liao Wenhua's hand, Zhang Songling clumsily climbed over the obstacle. At this moment, hundreds of brothers had already rushed into the devil's camp, raised one of the three magic weapons of the Northwest Army, a big blade, and slashed the little devil man on his back.

"Kill the devil!" The two company commanders of the first battalion and one company looked at each other and smiled, and invariably pulled out the big blades from their backs and rushed into the battle group together.

Beside them, there is a majestic Great Wall. It has been damaged by too much wind and rain, but it will never fall.

Note 1: A standard infantry squadron of the Japanese army is about 180 people, including: a 19-man squadron headquarters: squadron leader, executive officer, 3 sergeants, 4 health officers, officers' orderlies, buggers, 8 communicators, and 3 squads of 54 people.