Chapter 7 Man Jianghong (No. 3 Middle School)

Airplanes! A group of North Korean transports immediately roared like flies. Said to clean up the battlefield, who knows how many Chinese soldiers are still waiting in the trenches with guns ?! Rushing up like this, isn't it purely sending you to death?!

However, dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, and the habit formed by a long period of slavery makes them unable to muster the courage to disobey. After muttering and shouting for a while, he saw more than a dozen Japanese soldiers approaching him with guns, and immediately raised the wooden sticks in his hands, and hit the Chinese peasants who were temporarily arrested to work as coolies, "Taijun has an order, let you go to the battlefield to collect the bodies of Chinese soldiers." Hurry up and act for me, don't let the princes wait in a hurry! ”

The Chinese people who were captured also guessed that the little devils and the Goryeo sticks were not in good hands, looked at each other, and ran into the woods. The devil soldiers next to him were prepared, and immediately aimed at the few people who escaped the fastest and pulled the trigger, "Ping-" "Ping-" "Ping-" The dull gunfire sounded from behind everyone, and the fastest people were hit by bullets, shook, and fell headlong!

"Whoever dares to run, take this as an example!" Park Lian shouted with a stick. Many of the North Korean transporters, speaking Chinese, scolded and rushed forward with sticks, driving the stunned Chinese people into a heap and then beating them with sticks to force them up the hillside.

In order to avoid becoming a target for sharpshooters, the Goryeo sticks did not dare to go too fast. In front of almost everyone, there are several Chinese people. And another devil soldier about the size of a squadron fell far behind the Goryeo stick. Carrying heavy machine guns and grenadiers, carefully look for a favorable position to attack.

Their starting point was quite far from the Walnut Orchard camp, and it took them a quarter of an hour to barely reach halfway up the mountain. The Goryeo sticks had weak legs and feet, and they walked more and more slowly. The Chinese people who were forced into battle supported each other, trembling and huddled together, and no one knew whether the brothers on the mountain would take into account the feelings of their compatriots and whether they would pull the trigger on everyone.

"Little devil, shameless!" The brothers of the secret service group in the trenches had already condescendingly seen the devil's tricks clearly. Because there was a large group of their own people in front of them, the heavy machine guns and light machine guns in the hands of the people became decorations. If the Heavy wants to take advantage of the geographical advantage to shoot at the devils, they must first hit their own people. But those devil soldiers hiding behind the people definitely don't have the same scruples in their hearts. Just getting their Heavy and Grenadier to find a favorable point of attack is sure to put a lot of pressure on the group.

"We must kill those guys with wooden sticks in their hands first, otherwise, even if we don't use heavy machine guns here, the people won't dare to run away when we get into a fire with the little devils later!" Han Jinjin gently pulled the corner of Zhang Songling's clothes and whispered.

The position of the first battalion and the second company was not facing the direction of the devil's attack. But with the help of the location from the side, you can see the small movements of the devil more clearly.

"Hmm!" Zhang Songling nodded, set up the 38 big gays that he had just received this morning, and aimed at the Goryeo sticks hiding in the ranks of the people. The stability and power of the 38 Da Gaier at close range are not as good as the 1924 style in Germany, but the 38 Da Gaier has a very ingenious advantage, that is, there are three notches on the ruler, which can shoot accurately at targets 500 meters away.

"Get out of the trenches and fight on the side!" Han Jinjin stepped on the support temporarily erected with the empty ammunition box and continued to show favor to Zhang Songling. The trenches of the second company were dug too deep, and those who were a little lower had to put something under their feet to poke their rifles out of the trenches.

"Hmm!" Zhang Songling also thought of this. But he had no command and could not move the brothers at will. In addition, he was hesitant to send someone out of the trenches. Such a simple way to crack it, the little devil may not have expected it in advance. In case the little devils have other tricks, the brothers who went out to save people will probably be difficult to withdraw alive.

Before he could figure out what to do, the voice of the first battalion commander Gong Ziqiang had already sounded, "Second Company, a few brothers from your side, go around to the side of the battlefield, and knock off the Goryeo stick for me!" ”

"Yes!" Liao Wenhua agreed in the trenches, and quickly named out two names, "Geng Xinghuo, little brother Huang, you each bring a class!" ”

"Son of a bitch!" The two squad leaders who were named scolded in a low voice, and they didn't know if they were scolding the little devil or Liao Wenhua. Led by the two of them, more than two dozen brothers moved along the trench to the left flank of the battlefield, and soon came to the bend of the trench, and quickly turned out while the little devils were not paying attention. Then he rolled over several times in a row and ducked behind nearby rocks. He set up his rifle and pulled the trigger at the crowd within two hundred meters of the trench.

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" The sound of the firing of the formal rifle instantly broke the silence on the battlefield. Several North Korean transporters carrying wooden sticks shook and fell on their backs. More Goryeo sticks realized that the catastrophe was coming, and regardless of the strict military discipline of the Japanese army, they ran backwards.

The people who were escorted to the battlefield were stunned, unable to figure out where the guns were being fired or who the brothers on the hill were targeting. Until Liao Wenhua opened his throat in the trenches and yelled, "Run, you fools!" Spread out, don't get in a bunch! ”

"Boom!" I don't know if I heard his reminder clearly, the people scattered and fled, some rushed directly to the trenches, and some desperately ran to the flank of the battlefield. "Fire!" Gong Ziqiang gave the order, and the mortar and grenadier groups that had been prepared for a long time were fired at the same time. More than a dozen shells and grenades fell behind the civilians with a screeching sound and exploded. The smoke and dust were two feet high, blocking the view of the ghost soldiers.

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" Geng Xinghuo and Huang Xiaodi took their respective brothers to shoot a few more shots, turned around and ran to the nearest trench to them. Within a few steps, two cannonballs whizzed and landed where they had been hiding, blowing several boulders to pieces.

The three slowest brothers were hit by shrenching and fell to the ground, writhing back and forth in agony. Geng Xinghuo turned his head with a few of his men, trying to carry the wounded back. Before they could stretch out their arms, several more shells fell from mid-air, engulfing both the rescuers and the rescued in the smoke.

The heavy machine guns and light machine guns of the "Da -----" devil attack squadron also began to spit flames. Through the smoke of the explosion, they fired indiscriminately at the positions of the defenders. Many people were shot before they could reach the trench, screaming and dying. The civilians, who were lucky enough not to be caught up by the bullets, screamed and spread their legs, jumped directly over the first trench, and then stumbled and wandered in the barrage.

"Down the trenches, down the trenches!" "Get down, get down!" The brothers of the secret service group warned with red eyes, but few of them would listen. Most of the people were frightened by the sound of machine guns and explosions, and only thought about escaping from this hell of blood and fire as soon as possible. I didn't think that the safest place was under my feet.

A Shanxi man in his 40s ran over with a 16 or 7-year-old boy in one hand and Zhang Songling's hideout. "This way, this way, hurry up and come here!" Han Jinjin led the brothers to shout, and the voices of more than two dozen people were superimposed, enough to suppress the roar of the machine gun. The man was stunned and quickly turned around, his face full of gratitude. At this moment, a grenade blindly fired by the little devil landed on the back of the three masters, pushing the three of them forward a few steps and plunging headlong into the trench.

Zhang Songling stretched out his arms to catch a young man, and staggered to sit down. Ignoring the pain on his body, he smiled and comforted the boy in his arms, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay to jump down!" ”

The young man did not respond. Zhang Songling lowered his head and saw the other party's eyes that refused to close. Several strands of bright red blood gushed from the young man's shattered back, trickled across his stiff arms, and splattered to the ground.

The other old and young were also angry at the moment they fell into the trenches. Blood poured out of their backs, burning the eyes of everyone present. "little devil!" A brother who had just joined the army for a few days jumped onto the edge of the trench with an empty ammunition box and pulled the trigger in the direction of the grenade. "Ping!" "Ping!" He fired only two shots, and before the bolt could be pulled into place the third time, a bullet flew from behind the smoke curtain, knocking his helmet backwards, and the man's neck was broken at right angles by the tremendous force of the impact.

"Concealment, attention to concealment!" Liao Wenhua shouted on the side of everyone again, hoarse.

Several shells fell from mid-air on their heels, exploding in front and behind the first trenches, kicking up patches of reddish-brown smoke and dust.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The little devil's mountain cannon is raging again. More than a dozen brothers who leaned out to shoot at the first-line devils were affected by the explosion, and they didn't hum, and fell back into the trench with their backs facing the sky, instantly despairing. The rest of the brothers, as reminded by the veterans and officers, pressed their bodies against the walls of the trenches, covered their ears with their hands, and never dared to show their heads again.

In the end, how many people were rescued, Zhang Songling didn't have a chance to count. But he clearly saw that under the cover of this round of artillery fire from the devils, more than 30 brothers lay down in the trench where the first battalion was located. These brothers are the hardest-trained, most military-looking guys. These soldiers used their lives to protect the fathers and villagers who provided for the soldiers.

"little devil!" He muttered a curse, leaning against the wall of the trench and clutching his rifle tightly in his arms.