When the explosion occurred at the feet of the Japanese soldier, Private Zaitsev had just shot a bullet into the forehead of his second target. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Then he stopped for a moment - as did most of the soldiers in the trenches. The machine gun was still firing, but the riflemen stopped. Their attention is drawn to what is happening.

That's something they've never seen before, and no one imagined it.

Explosions followed, each of which brought a Japanese soldier down, but they did not bring death—at least not immediately. Those who stepped on the mines were still alive, but had lost a foot or a calf, which caused them to let out a miserable, piercing howl; And as these sounds become more and more numerous, they gradually become creepy.

Zaitsev's body shuddered.

The reaction of his colleagues was not much different from his. At first, they were happy and excited, after all, the enemy's loss is their own achievement, which will bring the final victory, but later, panic has become the only thing left in the hearts of many people.

A weapon designed to kill and injure enemies, inflicting permanent mutilation, it may seem benevolent, but it is actually cruel. There is no one who is not afraid of such a weapon, the invention of the devil, even now, it is their own people who use it, but no one can guarantee that one day in the future, the enemy will use it against themselves. This is something that no soldier wants to see, but it will always become a reality.

"God, I don't want to touch something like this." Someone grunted and drew a cross on his chest.

Zaitsev agreed. However, before he could speak his mind, the cacophony of the officers, as piercing as the wounded soldiers of the Japanese army, had already entered his ears.

There are other people's ears.

"What are you goddamn fools doing? Open fire and kill all the Japanese monkeys! ”

The order was effective, and almost immediately, the voice of Mosin-Nagan returned to the battlefield. The Russian soldiers poured bullets at their opponents as fast as they could, not to strictly follow the instructions from above, not because they liked to fight, but because the soldiers felt that the dense sound of gunfire could drown out other sounds and make them ignore what they did not want to remember.

Everyone thinks that way and is doing that, including Zaitsev. The young private no longer looked for the Japanese officer, and every time he shifted his gun, he aimed it at the enemy closest to the previous target. Still, he managed to keep a perfect hit rate, with not a single bullet missing the target - and even if it didn't hit the fatal part, it would have left a mark on the target.

The ranks of the Japanese soldiers became thinner and thinner, and at a high speed. Then, as in the case of the charge, they quickly retreated, taking not a single wounded with them.

The Russian soldiers continued to fire until the officers gave a new order.

"Stop shooting, everyone stop shooting."

The machine gun immediately stopped, followed by the rifle, one after another, and at last only one person was still firing - Zaitsev mechanically repeated the same action he had already familiarized, pulling the bolt, loading the new magazine, pushing the bolt back into place, and pulling the trigger......

A powerful hand suddenly grabbed his right hand. He couldn't break free.

"Stop shooting, soldier! Didn't you hear that? "The voice was harsh.

"I heard the order...... Zaitsev turned his face to the man who grabbed him. Recognizing his captain's epaulette, of course, is not a difficult thing and does not take time, even if his face is very foreign to a private. "Sir."

"Then why are you still shooting?"

"The wounded of the Japanese, sir...... They remained on the battlefield. The private was a little panicked.

"Let them stay there." The captain's tone was cold, tough, irrefutable, and terrifying. But as if he had not noticed the reaction of the private, he looked away from the ammunition box, looked at the position of the Japanese soldiers, looked at Zaitsev's Mosin-Nagan rifle, and raised his eyebrows. "You can hit that far at a target?"

"Yes, sir."

"Show me." The captain scans the battlefield and picks out a target. "That's him."

Zaitsev looked in the direction of his finger. It was one of the Japanese soldiers who were furthest from him, crawling towards the Japanese trenches little by little, but he was still closer than the first Japanese officer he had killed. Zaitsev took a breath, raised his rifle, aimed at the back of his target's head, and fired the bullet out a second later.

There was nothing wrong with his marksmanship.

Some cheered, others applauded.

"Looks like you're not bragging, soldier." The captain looked Zaitsev again, and finally said: "I am Captain Danilov of the General Staff, and I ask you to report to me in thirty minutes." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Zaitsev to answer, the captain named Danilov left, leaving Zaitsev, who had not yet come back to his senses, alone in a daze.

A group of soldiers gathered around, taking turns patting Zaitsev on the shoulder, hugging him and congratulating him - but their celebration did not last long. A roar of danger and death soon rang out, and the ground began to shake. The soldiers had to curl up their bodies, as they had done at the beginning, as a way to avoid Japanese fire.

It's just that they quickly realized that there was not much practical value in doing so: unlike the first, the second was aimed at the trenches where they were hiding, and the density of fire was much higher than the first. Shells constantly exploded on both sides of the trenches, and some fell directly into the trenches. The strong defenses slowly crumbled, collapsed, and finally completely collapsed in the face of heavy blows. The casualties of the Russian army began to increase rapidly.

A ghost called fear seized everyone in the trenches.

"We will be torn to pieces by the shells of the Japanese monkeys......" a voice sounded, and then it was engulfed.

Zaitsev tried to dispel its effects, but unfortunately, was not successful at all. He thought of death. The Grim Reaper is hovering over the battlefield, a few minutes ago it harvested the Japanese, now it harvests the Russians, and yet Zaitsev is not yet willing to enter the list of the Grim Reaper. Then he thought of Danilov's order. The captain asked him to report to him thirty minutes later, and the time was not yet up, but why not leave the line early?

Zaitsev thought about it for a moment, and then resolutely rejected the idea. He looked around at the soldiers who were holding their heads like him and looking panicked, these people who were called "comrades-in-arms", he couldn't just leave them.

Remain. He made a decision.

The shelling continued, the ground shook intensifying, the smell of gunsmoke rushed into Zaitsev's nostrils, and in addition to that, there was another smell, the smell of something that came from being burned, the smell of war.

Another explosion, just on the other side of the jagged trench. A blown arm fell from the sky and fell in front of Zaitsev. He thought for a moment, picked up his arm, and placed it next to his rifle.

"Maybe its owner will need it again." More like talking to himself, he said.

No one answered him, because no one heard. It's not just that his voice is so small, everything that happens around him affects the soldiers' hearing and vision, explosions, vibrations, smoke, and the endless amount of dirt that falls on people. And then they all disappeared - except for the smoke.

The smoke was still strong. The war is still going on.

Without waiting for the officer's order, the surviving Russian soldiers poked their heads out of the trench again—as they already knew, another group of Japanese soldiers crawled out of the trench and began to charge.

Their slogans are still loud, and their commanders are still visible.

Zaitsev picked up his gun. For a moment, his mind was busy thinking about a new question, why the officers had to make themselves stand out so much that they were obvious targets. Then he sent the question back to the back of his mind and immediately delivered the bullet to the target.

And then there's the next goal.

And then the next goal.

Zaitsev devoted all his limited energies to hunting down the Japanese officers, and it was only when he stopped to reload his magazines that he realized that the machine guns were not firing - the machine guns of the Russian army. The Japanese machine guns kept blaring - and the mines did not explode.

They were all cleared by artillery fire, obviously. It was also obvious that rifles alone could not stop the Japanese, and the artillery in the rear of the battle line never took part in the battle.

"What are our artillerymen doing?" This was a question for the officers and many soldiers, but in Zaitsev's mind it stayed only for a few seconds.

His idea was simple, to do what was supposed to be done, "kill the Japanese, kill the Japanese, kill the Japanese without stopping", first the officer, then the sergeant, and finally the standard-bearer. There was no one to instruct Zaitsev, but the young soldier himself thought of the correct order of firing.

That Mosin-Nagan fired again.

The Japanese soldiers were still charging: for an infantry brigade, one sniper was not enough to influence its battle. The only thing that went wrong was to face Zaitsev's two squads, and the signs of confusion appeared, and the bewildered and panicked Japanese soldiers slowed down in unison, just in time to dodge the devastating blow that suddenly came.

Without warning, twice as many shells as the Japanese hit the Japanese soldiers who were maintaining their normal speed. The flames and smoke consumed them all, and not a single one was left.

Senior General Michikani Nozu, commander of the Third Army of the Japanese Army, lowered his binoculars.

"Have you locked down the location of the Russian artillery?" He asked, his voice calm.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency...... We've only identified some of them. A staff officer replied, with his uneasiness.

To his surprise, Nozu Michikan did not reprimand him, nor did he reprimand anyone else. The general remained calm. "Send the coordinates to the field heavy artillery units." He smiled, seemingly completely unconcerned about the loss - or for some other reason.

A reason that only a few people know.

"Our army's 28-centimeter siege guns can show their value." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )