[Anti-Japanese Iron Blood King] Chapter 393: Shot! (Ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass, ask for everything!) ）

"Folks, don't run anymore, we'll shoot if we run again"

"Please, don't run anymore, we'll shoot if we run again"

"Folks, as soon as you get close to the position, the little devils will detonate the explosives bags on your bodies, stop"

In front of the position, the fighters shouted loudly with loudspeakers holding up iron rolls, everyone was in a hurry, and they hoped that the common people would take the initiative to stop.

But all this is in vain, the Japanese are already determined to use these ordinary people as shields, how can they allow the common people to rub off, let alone stop, as long as they go a little slower, these bitches will give the common people a rifle butt, which is extremely cruel.

Looking at the people who were approaching, all the officers and soldiers on the front line were extremely anxious, and the military orders were like a mountain, once the people entered a dangerous distance of 150 meters, even if they were unwilling, they had to shoot. This is a soldier, a soldier whose duty is to obey orders.

On a hillside not far from the battlefield, Hyotaro Fukugen looked at the entire battlefield with a grim face, and his fierce eyes roamed around, as if he wanted to find the most fatal weakness of this line of defense, and then give the most hearty blow to completely shatter this turtle shell.

"Miyamoto-kun, do you think the Shina people will shoot?" Hyotaro Fukugen asked coldly.

Miyamoto Shaoza replied in a deep voice: "Wing Commander, if the lowly is the commander of the garrison, the lowly will definitely order the troops to shoot." But if it were the Shina people, they would not have shot because the Shina were so cowardly that they had not yet realized the cruelty of war. ”

"I hope so!" Fukugen Hyotaro said lightly.

What happened next seemed to confirm Miyamoto's suspicion, even if those ordinary people were already within the range of the Eighth Route Army's firepower, no one fired a shot, and everything seemed to be developing according to the predetermined trajectory.

300 meters, 250 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters

Just when Fukugen Hyotaro and Miyamoto Shaosa were full of joy and thought that the conspiracy had succeeded, they found that an astonishing scene had happened, only to see a Shina officer quickly jump out of the trench and rush towards the crowd.

It was none other than Zheng Zhizhong, the instructor of the Third Company, who jumped out of the trench. Zheng Zhizhong is a native of Xinghe, and when he saw that the villagers were getting closer and closer, they were about to approach the 150-meter cordon, and the whole person was extremely anxious. He was also present when the battalion commander gave the order just now, he knew very well the temper of the battalion commander Huang Erhu, he was definitely a hard-tempered person, since he gave the order, then he must be able to carry it out.

That is to say, once the villagers enter the warning distance of 150 meters, the troops will shoot, and then they will be in full swing, and both the common people and the Japanese puppet army will be beaten into a sieve.

Thinking of this, Zheng Zhizhong could no longer care about his own safety, snatched a megaphone from the hands of the soldiers and crossed the trench, and then quickly rushed towards the people.

The Japanese soldiers apparently found Zheng Zhizhong and hurriedly shot him, but fortunately, the battlefield was full of Japanese corpses, and with these corpses as cover, Zheng Zhizhong was not injured.

While rushing, Zheng Zhizhong shouted loudly in the characteristic Xinghe dialect: "Uncle, aunt, uncle, aunt, listen to the words of Russia (me), and quickly lie on the ground upright (quietly)." ”

Hearing the familiar words of Xinghe, the common people were stunned at first, and then they all lay on their stomachs in the same place, and then remained motionless.

The sudden change caught the Japanese soldiers off guard, and the Japanese soldiers who were at the forefront hurriedly waved their bayonets to drive the people away. But Huang Yuhu and the others behind the trench obviously won't give them this opportunity, in fact, Huang Yuhu has a lot of Xinghe local soldiers, and when Zheng Zhizhong shouted to the people, they were ready to fight, and the moment the people lay down, the soldiers pulled the trigger.

What happened next was beyond the expectations of Hyotaro Fukugen and others, and the defenders behind the trenches not only fired, but also fired. I saw that the front was strafing with machine guns, and the back was bombarded with artillery. The Japanese soldiers who were hiding behind the common people were too concentrated, so they were suddenly defeated in pieces.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ordinary people who were driven by the Japanese army quickly fled to both sides of the battlefield under the command of Zheng Zhizhong, because the west side of the battlefield was not far from the Erdao River, and the common people were safe as long as they fled to the riverbed. The Japanese army was obviously angry at these uncooperative civilians, and shot and killed the civilians one after another, and many civilians were shot for a while, but still many people escaped.

"Baga, Baga, Ya Lu!" Hyotaro Fukugen roared angrily, slammed the telescope on Miyamoto's face, and walked away.

Behind the trenches, all the officers and soldiers burst into tears, including Huang Yuhu himself. They did not expect that one day they would shoot at their fathers and fellow villagers in their hometown, and although most of these civilians were shot by the Japanese, some of them must have been injured by mistake.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, all the people's hearts were dripping blood, especially seeing that there were so many old people and children who were shot, and all the soldiers had a kind of grief that died with the Japanese army.

Huang Yuhu even bit his lips, and Huang Yuhu's heart was already dead at the moment of the order. But that order he had to give, and in front of this group of Japanese beasts, it was a knot that could not be untied.

If you shoot, you die, and if you don't shoot, the city will be destroyed. But Huang Yuhu knew very well that even if the position was broken by the Japanese, few of these civilians would survive, and the Japanese would not leave evidence for something like this.

The evacuation of the people to attack the city did not achieve the expected effect, and the Japanese army was completely furious. Like Sukegawa Shizuji Daisa of Nanguan, Fukugen Hyotaro pressed all the forces in his hands and vowed to destroy this Eighth Route Army defense line.

At this time, Huang Yuhu and the others were also furious, all of them were concentrated on the front-line position, and the remaining two hundred or so people straightened the guns in their hands and aimed, loaded the bullets, and then continued to pull the trigger towards the enemy who was ten times their size.

When the battle was at its most intense, Jiang Hao of the Second Regiment personally brought the remaining six or seven hundred people from the regimental guard company and the first battalion and the third battalion to reinforce them.

Jiang Hao shook out all his family background, and all his heavy machine guns and mortar grenadiers were taken out, in Jiang Hao's own words.

Without the restraint of the common people, the Japanese attack was crushed again and again by the angry defenders, and the battle lasted until four o'clock in the afternoon, when the Japanese puppet army left more than 2,000 corpses on the ground and retreated.

The Japanese puppet army retreated, but there was no joy of victory on the position, everyone silently walked out of the trenches to collect the bodies of Zheng Zhizhong and the people who were shot, and this is all they could do.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the regimental headquarters of the Second Regiment was also extremely depressing, Jiang Hao and the others looked at Huang Yuhu who was lying on the table and crying loudly, and they were all silent.

Huang Yuhu's cry was sad, several young officers in the regiment headquarters were also crying silently, and there were a large number of soldiers outside the regiment headquarters who also had red eyes, everything that happened today had exceeded their imagination, and the shamelessness of the Japanese had trampled on the bottom line of these young people.

Jiang Hao and the others already knew about it, in fact, they already knew it when the Japanese drove the people to attack, but the reaction of the regiment headquarters was not as fast as Huang Yuhu. While they were still considering whether to shoot or whether to report to the brigade headquarters, Huang Yuhu had already given the order to shoot.

They didn't know what to say about Huang Yuhu's order to shoot at the people, and in the face of that situation, no matter what they chosen, it could lead to a disaster, so shooting is not necessarily right, and not shooting is also wrong.

After a long time, Jiang Hao said in a deep voice: "Okay, Erhu, the matter has happened, and it is useless to cry." You hurry up and go for surgery now, I will report this matter to the division headquarters, remember, the order to shoot was given by me Jiang Hao, and it has nothing to do with any of you! ”

Huang Yuhu looked at the head of the regiment who had never liked him very much in surprise, and didn't know what to say.

Soon Huang Yuhu reacted, and immediately said: "No, regimental leader, the order was given by me, I can't let you carry the black pot!" ”

"What bullshit is back to the black cauldron, this order should have been given by Lao Tzu, you kid is overstepping his authority and can't do it. Besides, your kid is a little battalion commander, what kind of ability can you do, you won't be shut down when you report it, Lao Tzu is big, and Lao Tzu can stand up when the sky falls! (To be continued.) )