"The only way to win by offense is to attack"

It was raining in the sky, and the spring rain made the weather suddenly very cold, and the sky and the earth were gray.

The fierce battle began in the early hours of the morning, the heavy rain and the cold weather, the battle was very hard, the soldiers who attacked on the back fell on the hillside countless times, covered with mud, the military uniforms were wet by the rain, the cold rain, the military uniform made everyone shiver with cold, and the lips were purple, but even so, they still attacked with the whistle sounded, and fought without a sound.

The Japanese 76th Wing, guarding the hill, built six lines of defense on the hillside, and when the attacking troops overcame the first line of defense at dawn, a heavy rain fell, but it was only half an hour's work, the trenches were like a small river full of rain, and the soldiers were soaked in muddy water from the waist up, and around them, grenades and shells continued to explode.

The machine gun shooter aimed at the Japanese defense line a few meters away and waved his bullets, at this time the sound of artillery and machine gun fire had lost their former crispness, and it looked so dull in the pouring rain, not only the sound of gunfire, but also the officers and soldiers nested in the mud ditch.

"Your uncle's ......"

After scolding, Wei Ze wiped the rain on his face, a pair of eyes stared at the Japanese defense line that kept blowing up flames, the bullets from the mountain almost flew past his body, the whistling sound of the bullets only made him frown, and then wiped the rain on his face again.

The way the battle was fought like this, Zhao Gang was the first to get angry, and like everyone else, he wiped the rain from his forehead to the tip of his nose again and again, while his mouth kept chattering.

"Hey, what the hell is the weather"

Looking at the slope of the mountain that was almost fifty degrees, and then looking at the rain falling in the sky, Zhao Gang clearly knew that this damn rain blocked their attack, in this climate and battlefield environment, the safest way is to defend, not attack, but looking at the anary faces beside him, he knew that he had to attack.

Everyone clearly knows that shooting at each other in such a lifeless manner will not solve the problem at any time, and if they do not attack, the big guy can only stay in the trench and let the rain soak, without thinking, everyone understands how painful it will be for the soldiers, and tomorrow's combat effectiveness will be seriously affected.

"Offense"

Zhao Gang muttered to himself.

"It seems that there is really no way to do it except attack"

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Gang looked at Wei Ze beside him, and his face was full of anxiety at this time, even this veteran was like this, let alone others.

Finally, Zhao Gang made a decision, he stared at the Japanese defense line about eighty meters in front of him, and only needed one charge

"Offense"

At the same time as the voice sounded, he shouted and stood up from the trench with a submachine gun in one hand and dirt in the other, and gave the order to charge with a submachine gun, and at the same time rushed out first.

The exemplary role of officers taking the lead will be fully reflected.

As soon as Zhao Gang rushed out, the soldiers of the whole battalion immediately smashed the enemy's position like a big net, Zhao Gang charged in front, Wei Ze followed him closely, and on their flanks were soldiers who jumped out of the trenches, they quickly followed without a sound, and the soldiers on the left and right flanks kept a corresponding distance from the company led by the battalion commander under the command of the officers.

At a distance of about 50 meters from the enemy's position, the attacking soldiers threw out their grenades, at the beginning of the attack, their grenades were held in their right hands, and their little thumbs were clasped with the ring of fire, and the previous submachine guns were like running up, and when there were still 30 meters away, they threw out grenades, many of which fell directly into the enemy's trenches and blew up some Japanese soldiers, while a few grenades rolled down and exploded in the middle of the attacking troops.

But even so, the entire infantry battalion rushed into the enemy's position in a sea of mountains, and the submachine guns and machine guns immediately fired at the Japanese troops in the trenches, and after the submachine gunners and machine gunners had finished firing a box of bullets, the riflemen with rifles immediately jumped into the trenches and killed the remaining Japanese soldiers with bayonets.

"A Charge"

The battle ended faster than Zhao Gang had imagined, but there was no smile on his face, because when he was charging, he saw many comrades beside him falling, some tripping and some being hit by bullets.

"42 killed, 57 wounded......"

As a sergeant major, after this charge was over, Wei Ze reported to the battalion commander that he had taken these two trenches and paid the price of nearly one hundred and five people. ,

"If nothing else, in half an hour, we can retreat"

Zhao Gang shook his head and looked at the Japanese troops who were fleeing towards the third line of defense, and under the pursuit of machine guns, people were knocked to the ground from time to time.

As soon as the rain stopped, the soldiers lit a fire everywhere to roast their clothes, and lay on the ground to sleep around the fire, after a short rest, the surviving soldiers of the third battalion lined up to say goodbye to the bodies of their fallen comrades, Zhao Gang personally lit a fire on the pyre, under the spell of the monks, watched the remains of his comrades turn into ashes with the flames, and finally, after the big extinguishment, he used a bayonet to break the ashes, and then put them into the lunch box left by his comrades, and the soldiers also learned the appearance of the battalion commander, Put the ashes of comrades-in-arms who are usually close to them into the lunch boxes left by their comrades-in-arms, then wrap them with white cloth, and then hang the boxes around their necks.

When night fell again, they placed the urns on a shelf in one of the rooms that served as mourning halls, and the soldiers used rapeseed oil they didn't know to get from there, rolled them into lamp ropes with gauze, lit the lanterns, and then used paper cigarettes as incense.

According to the funeral rules of the Guards, the ashes of the fallen were laid to rest in the field mourning hall for three days, during which the monks would recite incantations for several hours each day to overtake the souls of the soldiers.

The sound of the mantras of the accompanying monks spread in the air, and outside the mourning hall, the expressions of the soldiers holding guns and guarding the spirits looked very solemn, and the officers and soldiers resting in the distance also had a trace of sadness in their expressions, today, they lost 72 brothers, for them, this is the heaviest day of casualties since the landing.

"On April 12, the rain launched an attack on the enemy's fortified heights at 4:15 a.m., and until noon, the whole battalion fought fiercely for eight hours, and the whole battalion of 72 officers and men was killed.

Zhao Gang kept a diary, the war diary was very brief, and after writing the diary, he began to draft letters to the families of seventy-two brothers, and as a commander, he had to personally write letters to the families of these people to comfort their grief over the loss of their loved ones.

At this time, outside the tent, Wei Ze sat by the fire with a few good subordinates, each of them snorted from time to time, almost everyone had a cold, Song Pengcheng took off his military boots, and very casually stretched his feet to the fire, and said foul words in his mouth.

"*** head, the skin on the back of the foot is fucking thick......"

"Scrape it off"

Wei Ze spit out a sentence and looked at Song Pengcheng, this kid's luck is by no means ordinary, a Japanese grenade was thrown at his feet, and it didn't explode.

Hand grenade, thinking of the Japanese grenade, Wei Ze took out a grenade captured from the Japanese army, the grenade is exactly the same as the domestic grenade, the cast iron cartridge sleeve, the wooden handle, I heard that this is after the Northeast Neutral Campaign, the Japanese army began to imitate the unique grenade of the Guards.

Despite being an imitation, Wei Ze liked this Japanese grenade very much, but it was more powerful than the domestic grenade, as if because of the different charges of the two.

Only then did Wei Ze notice that something seemed to be written on the grenade in white paint, which was a Japanese character.

"Translator Chen, take a look, what is written here?"

Hand the grenade to Chen Mingtian, Wei Ze was not annoyed by him, he had his reasons, he had his own reasons, but his beliefs were different.

"Severe punishment of tyranny"

Chen Mingtian looked a little timid when he replied, in fact, he said several times that he hoped to be transferred, but in the end the regiment never approved, in Chen Mingtian's opinion, if he stayed in this place, it was very likely that he would be shot cold, although everyone didn't like him now, but he still tried to keep himself close to Wei Ze, he knew that as long as Wei Ze was by his side, he would not die, otherwise he would definitely get into trouble.

"Severely punish tyranny?"

Hearing this, Wei Ze grinned.

"This Japanese is also addicted to mouth"

As he said this, he saw that Song Pengcheng's kid was playing with a ring on his finger, so he asked.

"Chengzi, what is that?"

"What? Yes? Is this one? ”

Song Pengcheng was stunned for a moment, and grabbed Wu Zhenhua's hand beside him to show it to the sergeant major.

"This kid has it too."

"Where did you get it?"

"Well," Song Pengcheng said with a strange smile on his face.

"It's Zhenhua in exchange for a bayonet, right?"

"Ahh......h

Wu Zhenhua responded stupidly, but his eyes didn't even dare to look at the chief.

"Let's say don't, I thought about the girl, but the girl said, no matter what, please ask us to take it, it's hard to be warm, the military and civilians are not, there is no way, so I have to put it away......",

Listening to Song Pengcheng messing around, Wei Ze just shook his head and sighed, these people...... It's completely changed

In the early hours of the next morning, under the repeated attacks of three infantry battalions, the hill was conquered and the road to Kagawa City was opened, but despite this, the Japanese defense was still very tenacious, because there were no captured military maps and no guides, and the troops could only use on-site reconnaissance to survey the offensive route, and the way of attack was hardly any choice except for forcing the front. But the offensive was unexpectedly halted, and the troops needed to recuperate before they could launch a forced attack on a key point.

Although it is close to the city of Dangkagawa, it is farther away from the rear, and the baggage and materials carried by the troops when they set off have already been consumed, and the rear transportation materials do not know when they will be able to arrive, so the first division of the front line can no longer refer to the supply to the rear, especially in the current situation, all materials must be collected locally to temporarily maintain the needs of the troops.

The supply of rice and vegetables is not difficult, but the corresponding various condiments are almost exhausted, in the past, when the soldiers collected supplies, they were all "outside the door", but now they have to enter the homes of the Japanese, collect the salt from the Japanese's homes, salt is easy to solve, but for the wounded, the wounded need sugar to supplement nutrition, in the field hospital, sometimes a sip of sugar water, or even the last sip of a seriously wounded person can drink.

In order to get candy for the wounded, the soldiers even had to put bayonets around the necks of the Japanese in order to get a pitiful amount of white or brown sugar, which were poorer than the Chinese peasants, who had no sugar at home, and although the troops in charge of collecting supplies had exhausted all means, they had only a limited amount of sugar.

Wu Fengping of the field hospital wrapped the sugar in paper and put it in a lunch box, only when the seriously wounded needed it, and he would only use a little bit when the doctor explained it, but despite this, there was only less than one box of sugar left.

"Maybe somewhere there will be sugar, and white sugar will do the same......"

As the squad leader of the cooking squad of the field hospital, Wu Fengping, who is only less than one and a half meters tall, looks no different from the Japanese.

As soon as he returned to the cooking class, he saw more than a dozen slips prescribed by the military doctor, each of which was a glass of sugar water, which was prescribed to the seriously injured soldiers who could not eat, but when he went to get the candy, he found that the sugar had disappeared

Seeing that the white sugar was gone, Wu Anping only felt that his scalp was numb, and he suddenly stood in front of the stove with a fierce attitude.

"Who touched my sugar"

As he spoke, he had a stick sticking out of his arm in his hand.

The soldiers who were cooking in the kitchen said in unison that they didn't know, and they all said that they were still there at noon, and in the end, the suspicion fell on the Japanese people, and in the kitchen of the field hospital there were five Japanese people who had been requisitioned from the time they passed through a small Japanese town.

But because of the language barrier, he couldn't ask, so the angry Wu Anping used a stick to teach one of the Japanese, who was very young and wearing a black school uniform, and this kind of person was the most suspicious.

"Go and ask for a translator"

"Is that the guy?"

Chen Mingtian said as he walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, and he followed Wei Ze to the field hospital to see a few brothers, and was pulled over.

"This person has been here to help cook since three days ago, and he is very honest in his work, not necessarily him"

Listening to the introduction of the person next to him, Chen Mingtian looked at this young man who seemed to be a little timid, and felt that it was not necessarily him, and after asking a few times, the Japanese young man said that he didn't know, and finally said.

"It could have been the soldier's"

"It can't be, it's impossible for a soldier to steal"

With his eyes wide open, Wu Anping heard that this person actually said that his subordinate had stolen the candy, and immediately surged into a ball, and then immediately began to search for this Japanese, and finally found a ball of paper in this Japanese pocket and unfolded it.

Wu Anping shouted.

"I'm the candy wrapped in this paper"

Chen Mingtian saw that the paper was a leaflet scattered by the troops.

"My Sugar"

Thinking that the sugar of those wounded people had been swallowed by this guy, Wu Anping's eyes burst into flames. Looking at the bold Japanese in front of him, he was even more angry, pulled up the young man and left, and took him to the stream dozens of meters away, Chen Mingtian also followed, only to see Wu Anping directly pull out the bayonet, without hesitation to stab the Japanese in the back, the bayonet penetrated his chest, the young man screamed and fell into the stream, causing a splash. ,

"You, what are you doing?"

Chen Mingtian shouted.

"Fuck this guy stole all the candy for the wounded"

Scolded, Wu Anping went back angrily, and Chen Mingtian looked at his back, and then looked at the young man in the stream, the blood reflected the red stream, for a little sugar can kill a person, this life is too worthless, he looked at the corpse with a heavy heart, and when he walked back to the kitchen, he saw that Wu Anping had washed his hands, standing by the stove and preparing the chicken soup for the wounded, while the remaining Japanese on the side occasionally peeked at him with frightened eyes, and began to work hard.

"Squad leader, have you killed it?"

"Killed"

"Squad leader, it's a pity, that kid did a good job......"

"Fuck stealing candy, that candy is for the wounded"

Wu Anping shouted, and his face showed a hint of shame again.

"The brothers were wounded in the battle on the front line, and we can't even give them a cup of sugar tea, it's really ......"

When Wu Anping turned his face, Chen Mingtian suddenly felt his heart tingle, and he looked at the cooking squad leader who seemed to be crying, he was sad that he couldn't give the wounded soldier a cup of sugar tea.

On the other hand, he can kill a person for a little sugar, this scene, Chen Mingtian can't understand no matter what, what kind of group of people this is, what kind of army it is.

At this time, Wu Anping stared at the fire in front of the stove, and the whole person was stunned.

"If only I could get candy"

"Martial ......"

Squeaked, Chen Mingtian didn't say anything, his eyes were still the corpse that was bleeding and the blood stained the stream, and the same when he looked at the cooking squad leader in front of him who was annoyed that he couldn't give the wounded a little help.

"Squad leader, the brothers of the second battalion have brought a few old hens, let's see if we can give the brothers in the seriously injured area a bowl of old hen noodles at night."

"Ah, does the old hen have eggs?"

Listening to the conversation between them, Chen Mingtian blinked, almost unable to believe what he heard and saw, for the first time, he was full of puzzlement about the army he was in, and the brothers in this army showed their two completely different sides.

The cruelty to the enemy and the friendship for the brothers are vividly expressed in them. Carrying his somewhat heavy feet, Chen Mingtian left the kitchen of the field hospital.

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