Nakajima watched as the Chinese held his dagger high and stabbed the seriously wounded Japanese soldier in a burst of luàn. The Japanese soldier screamed, and the Chinese Shimahara Nosuke desperately tried to find a weapon to save the soldier, but never found it.

The Chinese saw that the Japanese wounded soldier did not move, and gasped for breath in shock, and he just wanted to stand up, when he suddenly saw something in the mouth of the Japanese wounded soldier, and a trace of joy immediately flashed in his eyes. He pounced, pried open the mouth of the wounded Japanese soldier with a dagger, and began to pick at something inside.

Nakajima Haranosuke understood that it should be the greedy Chinese who discovered the gold teeth in the mouths of the wounded Japanese soldiers.

The wounded Japanese soldier who had not yet completely lost his breath let out a low hissing of incomparably painful pain, accompanied by the clashing of daggers and teeth, which was terrifying, and Nakajima Haranosuke watched the movements of the Chinese with fearful eyes, continued to pull on the dead body, and finally found a bayonet covered with muddy water.

Nakajima Haranosuke was about to stand up and rush towards the Chinese who picked the gold teeth, probably the painful screams of the Japanese wounded soldier were too frightening, another tall Chinese jumped over in a few angry steps, pushed away the Chinese with the gold teeth, and shot a Japanese pistol at the head of the Japanese wounded soldier with a dagger in his mouth, and the body of the Japanese wounded soldier jumped sharply, and then did not move.

"It's just fucking stupid, a dexterity, won't it save trouble?" The Chinese put away the pistol, slapped the Chinese who had just picked the gold tooth on the head, and scolded, "Next time nòng loses his breath, he will pick nòng like a ghost."

The gold-toothed Chinese smiled and stepped forward to continue his work.

Looking at this tragic and terrible scene, Nakajima Haranosuke hung his head in pain and couldn't help crying in a low voice.

I don't know how long later, the group of Chinese looking for belongings among the corpses all disappeared like ghosts, and Nakajima Haranosuke straightened up, found a rifle to use as a crutch, and limped to continue his journey.

It may be that the wound on the tuǐ is infected, and Nakajima Haranosuke, who is moving forward, feels more and more unbearable that his tuǐ wound is unbearable.

Finally getting out of the corpse-strewn battlefield, Nakajima Haranosuke was already tired and dizzy, he came to a fairly clean pond to wash, and then sat down next to a stone to rest, at this time, he suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.

Nakajima Haranosuke turned his head alertly, and Nakajima saw that not far away, a Chinese NV was standing there watching him.

This is a young girl, not tall, wearing a stained typical Shandong nvzi homespun huā clothes, carrying a burden in her hand, her face is also stained with mud, hastily pulled up her hair is unkempt, she can't see her face clearly, but her eyes look very bright.

Nakajima Haranosuke's long career as a spy has accumulated a wealth of experience in fighting with Chinese, and judging from his attire, this should be a rural girl hiding from war. At this time, Nakajima Haranosuke knew that his body was very weak, and if there was no one to help, it would be difficult for him to return to Qingdao. He looked at the Chinese girl and suddenly thought about it.

"The eldest sister is doing me a favor and can't stand ......up," Nakajima Haranosuke said with a pained expression on his face as he waved to the girl.

The girl heard his cry for help, hesitated, but walked over.

Nakajima Haranosuke was about to deceive the girl's trust by saying a few more words of Shandong, but unexpectedly the girl spoke in standard Beijing official dialect.

"The wound is suppurating." The girl said as she stared at the blood stains that had come out of his tuǐ bandage, and Nakajima Haranosuke noticed that her nose involuntarily moved.

"Oh, how does Nen know the ground?" Nakajima Haranosuke regretted a little why he had just talked to her in the Shandong dialect jiāo, but now it was too late to change it, so he could only slip down the words just now.

"Big brother, where are you going?" The girl asked.

"I want to go home, my hometown is Lingshan Weidi." Nakajima Haranosuke said, "Where is the eldest sister Nen going?" ”

Nakajima Haranosuke was afraid that he would go to Qingdao to arouse the suspicion of the other party, so he said that he would go to Lingshanwei, which is very close to Qingdao.

"I ...... I'm going to Qingdao......" A hint of sorrow flashed in the girl's eyes somehow, and she sighed and didn't say any more.

Hearing the girl's answer, Nakajima Haranosuke was overjoyed, but he still said quietly on the surface, "Let's just stop by, can the eldest sister help me?" Just help me get home,......" he said, taking out a traditional Chinese gold ring from his bosom (which he had snatched from an old Chinese lady to make the fare) and handing it to the girl, "This tweezer, if the eldest sister likes it, take it." ”,

When the girl saw the gold ring, her face did not show the expression of surprise that Nakajima Haranosuke imagined, on the contrary, she took the gold ring and looked at it, but a trace of trance flashed in her eyes.

"Then let's go with us." The girl put away the gold ring, nodded, helped Nakajima Haranosuke up, and said, "I heard that the Jiangxi team that fought in Qingdao has a spirit yào there, which specializes in treating wounds and ulcerations, but yào is very expensive, and this ring may be enough to treat your injuries." She seemed to remember some sad past, and there seemed to be tears flashing in her eyes, "I can't afford this yào ......"

"Qingdao is fighting?" Nakajima Haranosuke listened to her words, couldn't help but be taken aback, and immediately asked.

"I also listen to other people." The girl replied softly.

"What kind of spirit is that eldest sister Nen said before, what kind of thing?" Nakajima Haranosuke remembered that she had just said that she could heal her tuǐ injury, and couldn't help but ask again.

"I can't say what it is, I only know that there is only one in the team from Jiangxi, and I just went to ask for yào." The girl said.

The girl's vague answer made Nakajima Haranosuke even more curious, and he realized that he might have a chance to get more important information, and he couldn't help but be secretly glad that he had met her.

At this time, Nakajima Haranosuke couldn't imagine what Qingdao, the destination he was going to at this time, had become, and he couldn't imagine what the fate awaited him was.

Qingdao, Bismarck Battery.

"Look at the signal rockets of the people of China"

At the artillery observation post, a Japanese soldier pointed to a red sè firework that flew straight into the sky from the ground and said to Ueno Yushin Shosa.

Ueno Yushin looked at the signal rocket, which seemed to be a little abnormal, his face became solemn, he came to the artillery mirror, put his eyes together, and carefully observed the battlefield situation in the distance.

Soon after the main force of the Japanese army set out from Qingdao to attack the squadron and try to recapture the cities along the Jiaoji Railway, the squadron arrived at the city of Qingdao and began to encircle QingdaoIn order to keep Qingdao, Mitsutomi Kamio shrank the front and used the main force to defend the forts built by the Germans, while constantly asking for help from home.

On the first day of arriving at Qingdao City, the Chinese showed an aggressive situation, and the squadron bombarded Qingdao Forts with large-caliber heavy artillery from time to time, and the fierceness of its firepower was completely beyond the imagination of the Japanese, and on the first day of the squadron's bombardment of Qingdao Fortress, the Japanese troops in some batteries suffered casualties due to paralysis and carelessness, and they were not familiar with the fortress guns that originally belonged to the German army, but fortunately, after the shelling, the squadron did not launch a full-scale attack, which made the Japanese army happy.

In the following days, the squadron would bombard the Japanese batteries from time to time, and the Japanese army also used the fortress guns left by the German army to return fire, and the artillery battle between the two sides was very fierce for a while, because the Japanese army was prepared, the losses caused by the squadron's artillery bombardment began to decrease, and the Japanese army's return fire effect did not seem to be obvious.

Ueno was observing the situation on the battlefield, accompanied by the sound of thunderous artillery in the distance, and soon the whistling sound of large-caliber shells breaking through the sky was heard, followed by the sound of shells falling to the ground and exploding.

The impact of the loud explosion made Ueno feel his head tingle, and the ground began to tremble under his feet, and Ueno Yushin called the headquarters and reported that the squadron had begun shelling again, and soon, the Japanese artillery began to fire back.

The first to fire was the German-made 280-mm howitzer of the Bismarck Hill South Battery, which had a barrel length of 12 times the caliber and a maximum firing distance of 9,000 to 10,000 meters. An arc-shaped directional rotating xiǎo rail is installed under the chassis of the gun body, because limited by the arc of the xiǎo rail, the maximum horizontal shè boundary of this howitzer does not exceed 180 degrees, and the high and low shè boundaries are about 40 degrees. This artillery can fire grenades weighing up to 240 kg. Due to the huge size of the projectile, it could not be carried by manpower, so it relied on the xiǎo type sling frame located on the right side of the gun to lift and load, and the gun used the method of semicolon loading yào when the gun was fired, and the shè was fired at different distances according to the different elevation angles of the artillery, so the shè speed was very low. And it can only fire shè shrapnel and solid armor-piercing shells. In addition, the shell of the projectile has a thick outer skin and the reload coefficient of the bomb is not large, so the ability of the projectile to destroy the target is actually very limited.