Chapter 5

Before dark, Zhang Ziwen's sacrificed brothers were buried on Phoenix Mountain like the brothers who died in front of him, Zhang Ziwen only had to record more military achievements in their names, so that the pension could be paid more, so that their family could be better off and their hearts were more comfortable.

"Here, smoke a cigarette."

Luo Songsheng took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhang Ziwen.

"What, feeling uncomfortable? How can there be immortals in war? A few days ago, a battalion of the 112th Division directly attacked not a single person left, and there was still the navy in front of it, and the navy was completely wiped out, and more than 200,000 people died in Shanghai before that......"

"They're not my brothers."

Zhang Ziwen felt aggrieved, and the reason for the aggrieved was that Luo Songsheng brought a platoon over but did not help, stood up and yelled.

"It's not your brother, but it's your robe, you're a soldier, they're also a soldier, they're your brother. You have read a book, but you don't understand this truth? Without them you died in front, would you still be alive now? ”

Zhang Ziwen and Luo Songsheng were excited, and their voices naturally became louder, and a group of people immediately surrounded them. The principle is the same, but when it comes to yourself, it is different. Zhang Ziwen felt uncomfortable, and opened the surrounding brothers, and hid in another trench to smoke alone.

"Xiaobao, come here."

Zhang Ziwen watched Luo Songsheng call Ma Xiaobao over, and he didn't know what he was doing, muttering for a long time.

"Company Commander, Ginger Soup"

Wang Xinping, who was in the cooking class, took a bowl of soup and handed it to Zhang Ziwen.

"The company commander has been lying in the water for a long time this afternoon, and I am afraid that you will catch a cold, so I will think about getting you a bowl of ginger soup."

Nothing to offer is either treachery or theft, usually honest people, when there is something to do, it will always be different from usual, for example, in addition to Wang Xinping, who usually cooks honestly, he actually took the initiative to get ginger soup for himself to drink. Zhang Ziwen took a sip of ginger soup and felt more comfortable all over his body.

"Make a bowl for all the brothers in the company, and when it's cold, warm up the brothers."

Come over tomorrow in December, the weather will be even cooler, the supplies have not been sent over, there are only two machine guns that can be used, the bullets are divided into one person and there is not even half a base, and the grenades are afraid that one person will not be able to divide two, Zhang Ziwen has experienced the pain of being at home.

Thinking about it, Zhang Ziwen found that Wang Xinping had not moved, squatting in the trench and not moving. Wang Xinping, who was a dog, didn't take what Zhang Ziwen said at ease, and slapped Wang Xinping on the back and slapped him on the ground directly.

"What the hell, company commander"

"What the hell? What do I tell you about? ”

"Is that so, what are you doing with me" Wang Xinping, an old man in his fifties, said such things aggrievedly, and Zhang Ziwen was almost scared to death by his goosebumps.

"Lao Tzu called you to cook ginger soup for your brothers, and you won't move on a dog day"

Wang Xinping's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and made a big determination, as if he wanted him to carry the explosive bag to blow up the tank.

"Company commander, can you give me a gun, not to mention that we watched our brothers leave, and we felt uncomfortable when we cooked less and less food every day."

In the end, they are all brothers who came out of their hometown together, and who still has a bit of brotherhood in their hearts. But has the Ninth Company reached the point where the cooking class is going to the battlefield?

"How about the company commander, give it or not"

Wang Xinping asked with a serious face, and Zhang Ziwen felt that what Wang Xinping said was also reasonable.

"What if you don't give it?"

"Company commander, don't cook your own meals tomorrow, our cooking squad will shoot by ourselves."

This is going to be the other way around, the cooking class doesn't cook anymore, but now there are more guns, and I'm worried that no one will carry it, since the cooking class has this awareness for them.

"If you dare not cook, be careful that the brothers eat you, go to Ma Xiaobao to get the gun yourself, and you can only get ten bullets per person."

Wang Xinping nodded, and then touched the trench to find Ma Xiaobao. Half an hour later, the brothers of Jiulian drank a bowl of ginger soup, although it was a little light, but fortunately.

Zhang Ziwen leaned on the trench, listened to the sound of artillery from time to time in the direction of Dingshan, wrapped himself in the clothes of the devil and fell asleep, the clothes of the devil are thick, and he will not be awakened by freezing when he sleeps.

Before dawn, Zhang Ziwen was woken up by a nightmare, and he was the only one left in the whole company in the dream, the position was full of broken hands and feet, the blood was about to penetrate the position, the wind was roaring, extremely desolate, but he couldn't move, he could only watch it deadly, powerless, hesitating all kinds of negative emotions in one meeting.

wiped his forehead, Zhang Ziwen broke out in cold sweat, looked at his watch, it was more than seven o'clock. First of all, I went to see the fortifications, and then the machine gunners vigorously looked at the three broken machine guns, whether they could be done well, and if they were done, they would restore a point of fire, otherwise they would suffer too much in terms of firepower. Up to now, the sound of artillery in Dingshan still comes from time to time, but the ninth company has been bombed, who cares about the sound of artillery, I don't know if the 618 regiment can carry it.

"Brother Wen"

Zhang Ziwen only took two steps, and Ma Xiaobao came up with a smile on his face, Zhang Ziwen was strange, he fought three battles, his head was wrapped in gauze, and he was stabbed twice in the chest, this kid didn't have anything.

Zhang Ziwen remembered that he muttered to the battalion commander for a long time yesterday, he wouldn't be angry with the battalion commander, the battalion commander planned to make him the acting company commander, right?

"Xiaobao, what's the matter?"

Zhang Ziwen asked with a smile, if this is really the case, now Zhang Ziwen will clean him up first.

"Brother Wen, don't be like this, it's scary."

Looking at Zhang Ziwen's awkward smile, Ma Xiaobao felt panicked. Hearing Ma Xiaobao say this, Zhang Ziwen was even more suspicious.

"No, what about the battalion commander?"

Last night, Zhang Ziwen asked Ma Xiaobao to take care of Luo Songsheng, but Zhang Ziwen has not seen Luo Songsheng's person until now.

"The battalion commander returned to the battalion headquarters at about twelve o'clock last night."

"Xiaobao, what did the battalion commander tell you last night?"

"The battalion commander saw that we were consuming a lot of money, and asked me to go to the division headquarters to find the quartermaster office to get the strips to get ammunition, and I asked the first platoon, the second and third shifts, to go to the regiment headquarters with the strips."

Now that Jiangyin is surrounded by water, the ammunition supply can't be sent at all, and all the ammunition is in the fortress ammunition depot, grain? Two meals of porridge a day. Food and ammunition are scarce, and he asked a few soldiers to get it, which is strange.

"Hurry up and follow, if you can't get it back, I'll throw you into the Yangtze River"

After Ma Xiaobao left, Zhang Ziwen walked all the positions, let the brothers rest and repair the fortifications, and deal with the Japanese mechanized troops, Zhang Ziwen only could rely on the fortifications dug by his brothers. After resting with the brothers, Zhang Ziwen went to find a platoon of machine gunners, and he usually repaired the machine guns when there was a problem.

"Vigorously, how's the machine gun?"

When Zhang Ziwen arrived on the ground, he saw that the machine gunner vigorously dismantled the three machine guns and put them on the devil's clothes, and used a file to forcefully pound a part. Vigorously put down the file, pointed to the parts, and said

"Company commander, look ......"

said a bunch of things that I didn't understand, roughly talking about three machine guns, one imported, two imitations, because the parts were broken, the imitation parts couldn't be used, only frustrated and tried again, and it could be done in a while. One of the barrels is not working, just change the barrel, and the rest are directly helpless.

"Dali, how do you understand these things?"

Zhang Ziwen entered the army at the beginning of the year, but he was not in the army for most of the time, so he didn't know much about his subordinates at all. Why do it? Because Zhang Ziwen is the platoon commander that his father bought with money, Zhang Ziwen has been training with recruits at the division headquarters most of the time, so he didn't communicate much with his subordinates before Zhang Ziwen joined the company, Zhang Ziwen was able to become this company commander because training has always been the first when he was at the division headquarters, and he has been learning tactics at the division staff, and the price of this is to give the commander of the 103rd Division, He Papi, 3,000 oceans.

"Company commander, I was an apprentice at the Hanyang Arsenal, and I joined the army when I was not paid at the top."

As he spoke, he kept fiddling with the parts, clicked straight in, and then assembled a machine gun directly.

"Company commander, you see this is good."

Vigorously handed the machine gun to Zhang Ziwen, touched the machine gun, pulled the trigger, and it was really usable.

"Vigorously, this will work?"

Then vigorously told Zhang Ziwen that it was best to clean it with gun oil, otherwise it would be easy to get stuck. Zhang Ziwen pointed to another one and asked him when he could get it done, but Dali directly took the barrel of the other machine gun and got it up directly, and it was done after a while. Seeing that the two machine guns were vigorously repaired, Zhang Ziwen was happy in his heart, and the two machine guns were two points of fire.

"Dali, I'll invite you to drink when I'm free."

Zhang Ziwen happily patted Dali's shoulder and said, draw a beautiful pie, people always have some hope to live, but Dali still grinned happily.

When eating, the brothers in the cooking class were all carrying guns on their backs, and they were still polished, Zhang Ziwen took the porridge and dealt with the breakfast with a steamed bun, if Ma Xiaobao didn't get the supplies back, I was afraid that there would be no porridge in a few days. The Nine Company supplies should have been sent over on the 27th, but today it is the 30th, and there is no shadow. If the battalion commander hadn't asked Ma Xiaobao to go over to get supplies today, Zhang Ziwen would have to go to the regiment headquarters today to beg for supplies.

Not long after eating, the plane flew over the head of the 9th Company and flew towards Jozan, and the brothers of the 9th Company, who had suffered a loss, hid in the trenches and watched it fly past, and after a while, they heard the bomb sound in Jozan.

Before the sound of the cannon stopped, Ma Xiaobao ran back and gasped

"Battalion Commander ~ Battalion Commander Let Us ......"

"What are we doing, you say?"

"The battalion commander asked us to evacuate the position to support the third battalion of the 618th Regiment in Joyama, and the eighth company will come over to change the guard in a while. The second and third squads of ammunition were waiting for us in front, and the battalion commander with the guard platoon had already passed. ”

"Ah, now?"

"Yes"

"Check the equipment, assemble the whole company in five minutes, set the goal on the mountain, and march quickly."

After giving the order, Zhang Ziwen checked it, and there were thirty-two 7.63 caliber pistol bullets and twenty-four 7.92 caliber rifle rounds.

The Ninth Company met with the second and third shifts of the first platoon on the way, and then divided all the ammunition, and Ma Xiaobao received three boxes of 7.92 caliber bullets and two boxes of grenades, and there was not a single grain to be found.

Just in case, Zhang Ziwen distributed the ammunition on the spot, and then rushed to Dingshan.