Chapter Seven: Man Jianghong (Sanshang)

This concentration alone has been able to impress many brothers.

Bullying the Chinese army without air defense, the bombers of the little devils deliberately flew very low. Whenever he heard the shrill sound of the engine flying over his head, even the veterans who had already fought with the devils turned pale with fright, lest any bomb hit the top of his head without long eyes. As for the recruits in the team, whether they can jump out of the trench and flee immediately is already trying their best to endure. There were many people who had a large wet crotch on their pants, and their hands and feet were as soft as noodles, and they couldn't lift any strength at all.

Only the ordinary and crepe Xiao Zhang Company Commander really showed a bit of a general's demeanor at this moment. Not only did he not see the slightest fear on his face, but he actually had the leisure to draw the word "positive" on the wall of the bunker with a bayonet. One stroke at a time, horizontal and vertical, each word is the same size, never out of shape.

'This deputy company commander is really not an ordinary person! Han Jinjin secretly glanced at Zhang Songling, and secretly gave a thumbs up in his heart. At this moment, he regretted more and more that his head was hot just now, and he actually fought with Chief Zhang. If Chief Zhang uses this picture to record the number of devil bombs that have landed to deal with people, I am afraid that how many of them he will add up to will be in a catastrophe.

"We usually look down on people!" Not only Han Jinjin, but also several other low-level officers secretly repented in their hearts. Everyone usually thinks that Chief Zhang is young and has little qualifications, and it is not a big deal to provoke him occasionally, and he is even proud of daring to joke with Chief Zhang. Now it seems that I understand that people are unwilling to seriously deal with you, otherwise, with the ruthlessness of others counting bombs, it is not a matter of catching a few squad leaders and platoon leaders? !

If Zhang Songling knew that a few "positive" words could receive such a miraculous effect, he would definitely be so happy that he would laugh when he went to sleep. Where is he not afraid of not knowing? is clearly gritting his teeth and holding on! After all, I have just talked about the big words, if I show my cowardice at this moment, not only will I have no place in the second company in the future, but I am afraid that returning to the regiment headquarters will also make Commander Gou feel disappointed!

Zhang Songling couldn't afford to lose that person, and he didn't want to admit defeat easily. From the conflict with Han Jinjin and others just now, he clearly realized that he could not be a qualified company commander just by writing letters to his brothers and mingling with them. Regarding how to lead the troops, Lao Gou once pointed out four words to him, both grace and power. Grace, it's easy for him. And Liwei, since he doesn't want to find fault with the official hat on his head, he has only one stupid way, so that everyone can see his ruthlessness and toughness. From now on, he no longer regards himself, the top boss, as a good old man who can only laugh and not get angry. From then on, before provoking his top boss, he weighed it carefully, whether he was enough for two pounds.

When the orthography reached the fifth, Han Jinjin, the leader of the second platoon, finally couldn't stand it. Crawled down the tunnel, shoved the two rags into Zhang Songling's hands, "Company commander, you ........"

The explosions around him were overwhelming, and his words could not be clearly transmitted into Zhang Songling's ears. But the latter saw a hint of flattery in his expression. Frowning, his gaze quickly swept over the strip of cloth, and then he smiled and pushed his hand to the side, "I don't need it, you ......."

Han Jinjin also couldn't hear Zhang Songling's words clearly, but he was afraid that Elder Lian would misunderstand his good intentions. Quickly lifted his shirt and pointed to the tear on the shirt inside, "It's here, just now from the ......, not that ......, really not!" ”

In the intervals between the explosions, the sound was intermittent. Zhang Songling nodded politely at Han Jinjin, took the strip of rag that the latter had just torn off his shirt, formed two balls, and plugged his ears.

The sound of the explosion instantly became more than half smaller, and the nerves that he had been tense immediately relaxed a little, shook his head, and continued to draw the word "Zheng" on the earthen wall with a bayonet, each stroke representing the roar of a bomb.

Han Jinjin didn't dare to disturb him, he squatted next to him honestly, and helped silently count in his heart, "One, two, three, four, five......"

"Whoosh-" An aerial bomb with a terrible screech happened to land not far above the heads of the two, smashing the ground and shaking. Immediately, there was a violent explosion, and the sunlight outside the trench suddenly disappeared, and the bullet boxes, grenades, water bottles, and rifles on the ground inside the bunker jumped up and fell to the ground.

Han Jinjin stumbled and fell, covering his helmet with both hands, lest shrapnel could pierce the ground nearly one and a half meters deep and explode on his body. The dirt that had been shaken down by the bombs fell one after another, smashing his helmet with a clang. When the noise finally died down, he struggled to prop his upper body on his arms and looked up to find his immediate superior. only to find that Chief Zhang's body was sprinkled with mud, dirty as if it was pinched with mud, but his right hand was still holding the handle of the bayonet, and he kept recording one after another!

"Company commander!" He let out a low cry, even though he knew that it was impossible for the other to hear him. Zhang Songling turned his head with a smile, stretched out his hand and pointed out, "It's almost over....... you listen carefully,....... you're leaving!" ”

With admiration from the bottom of his heart, Han Jinjin took out the cloth and dirt in his ears and listened attentively. The explosions continued to sound one after another, and his ears hurt. However, the sound of aircraft engines in the interval between the explosions was significantly less than just now. "Little devil.....,......... Cooperation, they were on the Liangxiang side ........ before"

He fulfilled the obligation of a subordinate and reminded Company Commander Zhang that when the devil's plane left, the infantry would rush up after him. But only a few words could barely be heard, and the rest were drowned out in the loud explosions.

Zhang Songling didn't hear what the other party was saying clearly, but he barely guessed one or two from the anxious expression on the other party's face. "Are you literate?" Stopping to record the explosion, he quickly wrote on the ground with a bayonet.

Han Jinjin shook his head in shame, picked up a small truncated branch from the soil, and wrote his name crookedly on the ground, Han Jinjin. Then I drew a circle to cover the name, which means that I will not know any other than the three words in the circle.

That's a bit tricky! Zhang Songling was so anxious that he clicked his gums, "Hiss, hiss, hiss......." Suddenly, he stretched his mouth to Han Jinjin's ear and shouted loudly with all his strength, "As soon as the explosion stops, hurry out with me to count the number of people." Pull out of the earth all the brothers who are alive. Always ready to fight the little devils! ”

"Yes!" Han Jinjin was dizzy from shouting, but a flattering smile appeared on his face. Turning his mouth to Zhang Songling's ear, he tried to respond in a moderate volume, "Don't worry, sir, the trench is deep enough, and there shouldn't be a few injuries." As soon as the explosions stopped, I went! ”

"Be careful!" Zhang Songling naturally patted the other party's shoulder and told with a smile.

Han Jinjin didn't hear his words again, but he habitually straightened his chest and put on a posture to ensure that the task was completed. After doing it, I suddenly found that unconsciously, I had become accustomed to being instructed by Deputy Company Commander Zhang, who was twice my age, and I didn't feel the same discomfort as before.

Zhang Songling was also sensitive to this change, and felt a little proud in his heart for several minutes. From this moment on, he finally began to enter his role as an officer, and although it was a little slow, it was generally smooth. To be a low-level officer, in addition to making the soldiers under his command obey orders, you also need to know how to judge the situation and deal with emergencies on the battlefield. So as soon as the sound of the airplane engine overhead was far away, he immediately took the lead and rushed out of the bunker, reaching out to pull the brother who was still holding his head and trembling in the nearby bunker, "Hurry up and go dig people with me." The infantry of the little devils will arrive soon! “

Every brother he pulled in instinctively shuddered. Then he turned his head blankly, his haggard face covered in mud. When he saw the second platoon commander Han Jinjin like a guard, following the company deputy master step by step, both the recruits and veterans did not dare to disobey the company commander's orders anymore, and hurriedly crawled out of the hiding place and trembled to grab the shovel.

"First squad leader, second squad leader, third squad leader!" In front of the brothers, Han Jinjin quickly changed his appearance, opened his throat, and roared loudly, "Are they all dead, if they are not dead, hurry up and report to Lao Tzu." The little devil infantry will be killed immediately, where can you hide?! ”

This sentence is much more effective than Zhang Songling's sentences just now. Soon, in the trenches that had been blown to the point that they were no longer visible, several heads with steel helmets were drilled. Liao Wenhua, the commander of the company, is good at saving his life, and the tunnels of the entire first battalion and the second company are about 30 centimeters deeper than the standard required by the regiment commander Lao Gou. It is this short thickness of 30 centimeters, but it has saved many lives. In the second platoon where Zhang Songling was, only three soldiers were killed in the bombing just now. One was frightened, and when he jumped out of the trench and fled, he died from the strafing of the devil's plane. The other two, the unfortunate hiding tunnel, were smashed by bombs and died under the dirt.

The situation of other companies was not as fortunate as that of the second company. Zhang Songling looked around, and in almost every section of trenches nearby, corpses were constantly being carried out. Some brothers died directly from the bombing, while others were shocked by the sound of the explosion and had their hearts or some vital parts of their bodies shattered. Others were suffocated to death under the mud because the tunnel was dug too shallow, and was blown down by a nearby bomb.

And the entire Walnut Orchard camp has been changed beyond recognition at this moment. Starting from more than 50 meters away from the first trench, hundreds of craters were lined up one after another in the middle of the walnut orchard. In the central clearing, where the little devils had stacked supplies and placed field tents, were completely plowed by bombs. If Lao Gou hadn't seen the opportunity early and ordered the brothers to throw all the grenades and bullets into the valley and destroy them, I am afraid that even the small hill where the walnut orchard is located would have completely disappeared from the world at this moment.

"The companies go into positions and prepare for battle!" Before everyone had time to grieve for the brothers who died in the bombing, Lao Gou's voice was already ringing overhead. Immediately after, two shells screeched, "whoosh——, whoosh-", landed on the left and right sides of the first trench, and exploded with a bang, kicking up a sky of dirt.

"The devil's artillery has also come up and is adjusting the firing angle!" A veteran shouted loudly, reminding everyone to be hidden.

This reminder saved the lives of many people, including Zhang Songling. Although he is no longer a rookie, he has fought with the little devil several times before, including last night, and he has taken the initiative to sneak attack others, not positional warfare. And now, he has to learn how to squat on the ground and be beaten.

As if clockwork had been twisted on their legs, all the brethren jumped back into the trenches, looked for the nearest cover, and got in. Cover your ears with your hands again. The entire camp fell silent, and even the sound of the flames beating on the tents that had been ignited by the bombs could be heard clearly.

The little devils wouldn't let this tranquility last long, and soon, the mountain cannon in their hands began to go berserk. With six rounds as a round, the shells were smashed one round after another. From left to right, from outside to inside, from directly in front of the trench, step in, until after the second trench. After a momentary pause, he slammed the shells into the vicinity of the trenches.

Most of the shells fell outside the trenches, and the splashes of debris and dirt obscured the sky. There were also several shells, which fell impartially in the trenches. The brethren in the vicinity of the shells were immediately sent into the air with explosives and shrapnel. His body was blown apart, and he died immediately without even having a chance to scream.

The brethren, who were lucky enough not to be affected by the bomb, buried their heads even lower, and the whole body was in a ball and shrunk into the shelter dug diagonally in the tunnel. Although I know in my heart that if I do this, I may not be absolutely safe. But in the face of death, they couldn't find any better way than to do so.

Through the glass of the telescope, Yoshinori Tanaka, commander of the artillery wing of the 20th Division, could clearly see the smoke and fire on the positions of the Chinese defenders. The group of Chinese soldiers in front of them actually know how to dig bullet evasion trenches! This made him feel a little shocked. But soon, he found an effective solution.

"Ono-kun!" Putting down the binoculars in his hand, he turned his head to the supreme commander of the reconnaissance wing responsible for recapturing the Walnut Orchard camp, Shinji Ono, "This group of Chinese soldiers is very cunning. I'm afraid the plane bombing just now didn't get too good results. The roads were rough, and the artillery shells we carried were very limited. If you can make ......."

Smiling mysteriously, he pointed at the Chinese peasants who had been caught transporting the shells, "Ono-kun understands what I mean?!" ”

"Hmm!" Shinji Ono, the commander of the reconnaissance wing, was a little hesitant, driving the unarmed civilians to take the lead, not the actions of an upright soldier. But the word "integrity" is certainly not as valuable as his reputation and the imperial soldiers under his command. The reconnaissance wing has always been the smallest wing in the division, with a total of just over 700 people. If the casualties were too great, they would seriously damage his reputation.

"Captain Park!" He shouted, and made a quick decision in his mind.

"Hay!" The North Korean transport captain Park Lian, who was shouted his name, responded loudly, ran forward like a pug, shook his head and tail, "Ono-kun, what can I do for you in the future?" Please make it clear! ”

"Let your people, hold those Chinese......" Shinji Ono smiled and pointed to the smoke-filled Walnut Garden camp, "Go over there and check it out, and see if there are any Chinese soldiers alive!" ”

Although he didn't explicitly say that he wanted Park Lianren to go on the road, the latter instantly understood his mission. I immediately saw sweat on my forehead, lowered my head, and kept wiping it with my hands, "Ono-kun, Ono-kun, below, under ......"

"Yaga! Do you want to bargain with me? Shinji Ono slapped him, knocking Park into a bloody nostril. The latter didn't dare to cover it with his hands, bent down, and apologized loudly: "I'm sorry for making you angry." I know it's wrong, I'll go now! ”

After that, like a mourning dog, he hunched over and staggered to the Korean transport team members who were also wearing the old uniforms of the Japanese army, but obviously did not look like the Japanese, "Listen to my orders!" Escort those Chinese and clean up the battlefield. Quick, whoever dares to disobey and hit him on the head with a stick! ”

Note: Click, Flowers, VIP. The regimental commander of Lao Gou held his position hard and needed artillery support. Brothers, help, don't learn from Yan Xishan!