Trying to open his eyes, Taro Yoshikawa in the position looked at everything around him with a confused eye, and the sunlight formed several pillars of light through the broken walls, which hit his eyes right in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because the environment was slightly dim, he saw countless dust flying up and down from the place where the sunlight was shining, so he squinted his eyes and tried to move his body, but he couldn't help but moan because of the pain. There was a bone-chilling pain in his shoulder, and the pain made him grin involuntarily.

For a Japanese soldier on the front line, being injured is definitely not good news, after all, the medicine has been consumed a long time ago, and the Japanese army's understanding of logistics support is still at the basic level of ammunition and food. So the pain in his shoulder made Yoshikawa Taro a little panicked, and he touched his shoulder with his hand, and then he found that his palm was full of bright red liquid.

In the north in December, the temperature is so low that the liquid is still steaming, and the sticky feeling in the palm of your hand makes you feel sick. He wanted to take a big breath to adjust his state, but he didn't expect to be choked hard because of the turbidity of the air, and coughed violently: "Ha cough cough cough." ”

Finally able to control his cough, he adapted to the dim scene in front of him, an artilleryman stationed in an artillery bunker, responsible for delivering ammunition to the 50 mm Type 91 anti-tank gun. Just before the entire battery collapsed, he was opening a new box of ammunition in the corner, only to be knocked to the ground by the incoming shockwave.

"Guys! Matsumoto? Juncao? He tried to call out to a few acquaintances who were already with him, but no one responded to his shouts, so he struggled to sit up on his own, and then turned his head sideways to look at the wound on his shoulder: it had indeed been hit by something, and the flesh was open and bleeding.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, but found that his foot was pressed by something, and when he pulled it out, he realized that it was the chest of a corpse pressing against his knee. He shouted in fright, then leaned over and opened the corpse, seeing a familiar face of his own: "Matsumoto! Matsumoto-kun! Wake up! Feed! ”

Yoshikawa shook the still hot corpse twice, and then saw that the poor corpse named Matsumoto had no life at all. The shrapnel pierced Matsumoto's chest, damaging the internal organs, and the blood vessels ruptured so much that the blood inside had dried up...... Even if an injury of this magnitude is immediately rescued, in this era, it is only waiting for death.

Seeing those terrifying wounds, Yoshikawa Taro threw away the corpse that was not yet stiff, and he tried to recall everything that had happened before, but he could only remember that the hidden bunker he was in was firing at the Ming army opposite.

At that time, Jun Cao ordered to fire at a new tank of the Ming army that he had never seen before, and Yoshikawa couldn't see the so-called "new tank" that Jun Cao and the gun commander shouted nervously because of his position. He was just in charge of opening the shell box and handing the shell to the loader's miscellaneous soldier.

is such a position, or because he was lucky, he was selected to be arranged - those unlucky Japanese soldiers who were arranged in the front-line defensive positions may not even be able to find their bodies now. There is a heavy cement as shelter, at least relatively safe.

Although there were occasional Ming artillery fire that directly hit the Japanese bunkers, it was a rare case after all, and hiding in a permanent fortification near the commanding heights was a very safe choice compared to being stationed in a position. Unfortunately, what seems like a very safe place these days is not as safe as it seems.

In the intermittent memory fragments, it was Jun Cao standing on the edge of the shooting hole, shouting loudly and firing the cannon, and then the Type 91 anti-tank gun in the bunker made a muffled sound. The accustomed Jun Cao's praise did not appear, he did not praise the gunner's beautiful fight, but frowned and watched through the binoculars.

Soon he shouted at the gun commander in a nervous tone: "No penetration! No breakdown, reload quickly! Reload your shells! The loader panicked and stuffed new shells into the cannon, and at about the same time the whole bunker shook and smoke poured into the bunker through several firing holes.

Yoshikawa, who had seen such a scene, knew that it was the enemy firing at him, and every time a slightly larger cannonball hit the vicinity of the bunker, such smoke and dust would pour in. He frowned and fanned the dust from his mouth with his hand, and used the crowbar in his hand to pry open a new box of shells.

"Boom!" The anti-tank gun inside the fortress opened fire again, and Jun Cao lost his former composure, and he cursed loudly, and his voice trembled a little because of nervousness: "Bastard! You missed the mark! Quickly adjust the angle, reload the shells, and prepare for ......"

Before Juncao's shouting and cursing were over, the bunker shook again, and a lot of dust poured into the interior of the concealed fortification, followed only by a second, a third, and a fourth...... Eventually, shrapnel flew sideways and destroyed everything inside, and the shock and impact caused Yoshikawa to fall to the ground, and everything in front of him was obscured by the darkness.

That's all Yoshikawa remembered before he fell unconscious, and he finally remembered what had happened to him. It seems that the tanks of the Ming army were not destroyed by artillery and, in turn, destroyed the Japanese fortifications.

Thinking about everything, he struggled to move some distance, and finally determined where he was, and where the fortress was before it collapsed.

For he saw a large artillery frame and a cannone that had been smashed and distorted, and these things belonged to the Type 91 50 mm anti-tank gun, which should have been in the center of the entire running block. Having found his way, he finally saw that the bunker he was on had not completely collapsed at all, but only a small part of it had collapsed due to a direct hit by a shell.

But as the most vulnerable link in the entire bunker, the soldiers inside have become corpses that cannot continue to fight because of the debris and shnelage flying everywhere.

The stern and humorous steel helmet of the military was distorted by shrapnel, and the older gun commander was now paralyzed on the artillery, his arm nowhere to be found. Blood splattered everywhere, and he was the only one left alive in the entire bunker.

The Type 91 anti-tank gun, which was originally used to counterattack the armored forces of the Ming army, has now completely lost its combat capability due to structural damage, and the artillery squad of more than ten people is now a regimental annihilation that can be described as complete. Holding his wounded shoulder, Yoshikawa managed to climb to the front of a bunker and look out through the rather thick reinforced concrete.

Then he saw the Ming tanks that were moving over here and kept moving into the distance, and saw the soldiers of the Ming Empire who were closely following the tanks. These soldiers, armed with bright bayonets and shouting the slogan "For the Ming Empire", were attacking higher positions.

Yoshikawa was a little panicked, he knew that behind his position, in fact, it should be regarded as the commanding heights of the entire defense line, and the several machine gun pillboxes and trenches on it were the last barrier of this defense line - now that the soldiers of the Ming Empire had crossed the place where he was, it proved that this defense line was only a line away from being completely lost.

Was the Japanese Empire really going to lose the war? Is the **** Ming Dynasty really invincible? Will the efforts of so many generations of our ancestors be in vain today? Yoshikawa's mind was full of such questions, and he seemed to forget the pain in his shoulder that should have been heartbreaking.

In this shooting hole, he saw the kind of Ming army tank that Jun Cao called the "new tank". The thing looked so huge that the tracks that rolled up dirt made Yoshikawa feel shocked as he ran over the Japanese positions a few meters away. The roar of the machine and the rotation of parts made the Japanese soldier feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

It was a tank that was even bigger than the No. 1 tank, and if you look at the extremely thick and solid feeling, you can see that this thing is quite sturdy. Yoshikawa knew that none of the scrapped Type 91 anti-tank guns around him could penetrate the front armor of this new tank at a normal firefighting distance, which made him even more desperate and frustrated.

"Can't let these bastards defeat them! The soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire are the strongest soldiers in the world! With the idea in his mind, Yoshikawa Taro grabbed his shoulders and stepped back from the shooting hole, then he looked down and finally found the rifle that had been placed against the wall from the bunker full of corpses and rubble.

He held the rifle between his arm and body, then pulled the bolt with his intact hand, and with all his strength, he reloaded a round, and then he carried the rifle back to the hole where he had been lying on his stomach. He pressed the butt of his rifle against his intact shoulder, closed one eye and aimed at the advancing Ming Empire soldiers in the distance.

"Phew!" The moment he pulled the trigger, he knew that he couldn't hit the target with this shot. The huge recoil made his wound even more painful, and the bullet missed its target because there was no other hand to hold the barrel. Yoshikawa grinned at the pain, but he didn't give up, and reloaded his rifle again with clumsy methods, he was a soldier of the Imperial Japanese Empire loyal to His Majesty, and he was supposed to fight for the emperor until the last second at such a moment. (To be continued.) )