Paid Chapter (16 points)

In 1914, December 23, the tenth year of the empire (the seventh day of the lunar winter month, the winter solstice), Wednesday.

There is not a single cloud in the sky over the Dasa Desert, and if the weather is like this in China, one can see a crescent moon, but for the soldiers in the desert trenches, they will not see a crescent moon, let alone a sky full of stars, and of course, for the soldiers, no one is in the mood to watch these things.

The only thing the soldiers could see was gray smoke and dust, and red, white, and green flares rose from the horizon from time to time, moving slowly in the sky instead of the moon and stars. A flare rises, illuminating the earth, and a chaotic rumble resounded over the Chinese army lines, and the sky was illuminated by many white flashes.

Strings of red light swept through the sky and flew into the positions of the Turkish troops on the opposite side, exploding into red and green fireballs, thunder and lightning, the sky was bright and dark, and golden fires flashed on the Turkish positions like fireworks and raindrops.

“…… One squad was killed and two wounded; three people were injured in the second shift; Four people were injured in the third shift; One person was injured in the platoon. The list of casualties is as follows...... "Under the dark night sky, an officer whispered to the company commander in a mud hut behind the trench about the casualties of the afternoon's battle.

"Alas, our company is fine, like you platoon two killed and five wounded. The whole company suffered only eleven casualties. This time the baggage company was miserable, they were ambushed, more than a dozen trucks, except for two vehicles with supplies, the rest were all explained on the road, let the Turks blow up. This battle has to be fought like this, and without supplies, we won't be able to hold out for a few days. ”

The officers frowned, their voices very subtle, as if they were afraid that the soldiers would know.

The art of war is actually very simple, and it can even be said that there is no artistry to talk about at all, and the so-called artistry has always been the boast of literati and inkmen, and the essence of war is to fight for materials, ammunition, and manpower, all three of which are indispensable.

The simplest and most effective way of warfare is not the resourcefulness of the commander, but the sufficient supply of materials, the replenishment of troops, and finally morale, and it can even be said that in many battlefield environments, morale does not necessarily play a decisive factor, and morale sometimes only increases the death of fearlessness.

"Huh? Is that so? Isn't there a well on our positions? In the desert, just guard the well."

The officer in the steel helmet glanced into the distance, this forward position, eighteen kilometers from the rear, and these eighteen kilometers were defenseless, and the Turkish camel cavalry, always inadvertently, launched an attack on the baggage convoy, very quickly and effectively.

"As long as the well is still in our hands, we will be able to hold on, and how long will the Turks hold out without water?"

In the desert, water is the most important thing, and without it, even an iron man cannot hold out.

"It's because the well is with us that they will stare at us like flies......"

There are pros and cons to everything, and this is always the case, and the conversation between the officers in the earthen hut can hardly reach the ears of the soldiers in the trenches, and at this time, these warriors waiting for dawn in the unpainted improvised trenches are licking their wounds like wounded beasts against the rudimentary breastwork.

Wang Ze stared at his blood-red eyes, sat expressionlessly in the trench with his rifle in his arms, and looked up at the sky, the rising flares illuminating his young face. Gone, the ruddy face that had once been full of youthful vigor was replaced by a tired, pale, smoky-blackened, stubble, depressed face.

War will change a lot of things, Wang Ze, the former top student of the law department of Nanjing Imperial University, has been completely changed by the war, when he captured this desert town two days ago, he still gave birth to the feeling that he was a murderer because he killed people, and even hated himself because of it, but now he wants to kill all the Turks who appear in front of him, so he doesn't care if he goes to hell after death.

and died, and died in his bosom.

He was Wang Ze's only friend here, and in the afternoon, as the Turkish army charged, he was struck in the chest by a Turkish soldier's light machine gun, and several machine gun rounds nearly tore his chest apart. After repelling the attack of the Turks, before the health soldiers could come, Xu Fulin had already swallowed his last breath in Wang Ze's arms. …,

"Mom, I'm in pain......"

To this day, his ears are still Xu Fulin's faint, painful cry before he died, he watched the blood gushing out of his chest, watching every time he spoke, blood foam would spurt out of his mouth, but he couldn't do anything, he couldn't do anything, the only thing he could do was to watch him die in his arms, slowly after suffering a lot

As a friend of Xu Fulin, Wang Ze knew that Xu Fulin, who sometimes looked like a philosopher and thought contemplatively, had the greatest wish to be admitted to a junior college, and then enter a company, earn more than 100 yuan a month, bring his parents from the mountains to the city to enjoy happiness, and then marry a daughter-in-law and have a few children. He only read the ninth grade, which was funded by the state, because his hometown was in the mountains, his family could hardly afford his college tuition, and he tried to apply for a scholarship, but because of his grades, he did not get the scholarship.

In the end, he chose to join the army, the reason is very simple, after he retires, the army will provide him with tuition, but now, he is dead, and all his ideals will never be realized with a few machine gun bullets, leaving only the old man who has lost his family and children.

"Hey...... Aze, come a little, this is the small medicinal wine I secretly brought with me when I left my hometown, take a sip to refresh myself. …… Alas, people are dead, don't be too sad. ”

The swarthy face of the sleepy Sun Maoyang appeared in Wang Ze's sight, he was the squad leader, in the past he didn't have a good impression of this "thought criminal", but now, on the battlefield, what else do you have good feelings and bad feelings, everyone is on the battlefield, no one knows, when to die, when to live.

On the battlefield, the reason why all the soldiers fight is very simple, for the brothers around them, they also want to survive, and a person can't survive on the battlefield, so they have to fight for their brothers, in the final analysis, they still fight to live.

alive

It's better to be alive than anything else, as long as you have been on the battlefield, you know the meaning of life

With his bloodshot eyes half-open, Sun Maoyang handed a kettle bottle under Wang Ze's nose.

"College student, take a sip and don't worry about anything, if you're drunk, you'll be fine"

As his class president, of course he knew that in the class, the college students had no friends, only that one, but today he died, and he died in his arms.

Wang Ze gently pushed away the wine bottle handed over by squad leader Kong, and said with some sadness:

"Thank you, sir, I don't want to drink it."

After that, he inadvertently saw a light machine gun, which was a light machine gun captured from the Turks, that is, the light machine gun in the death line, this light machine gun was kept, this is the foreign trade type of QJ-1 A light machine gun, QJ-1 A light machine gun The standard equipment of the Imperial Guard, each infantry squad is equipped with two, this light machine gun has been exported to more than 20 countries around the world in the past few years, and Turkey is also the most important purchasing country.

The foreign trade type used by the Turks, the German 7.9 mm * 57 Mauser bullet, the Mauser bullet and the D-1 7.62 mm rifle bullet are only slightly different, it is said that the D-1 rifle cartridge shell was designed with reference to the Mauser bullet, so the two are only different in the caliber of the warhead, therefore, only the barrel needs to be replaced, it can be used as the standard weapon of the army, so it will be left by the squad leader to strengthen the firepower of the infantry squad.

"Squad leader, give me this machine gun"

Wang Ze pointed to the machine gun and said, now he just wants to kill a few more Turks to avenge the dead Xu Fulin, so he hopes to use this machine gun to avenge his friends and shoot boxes of bullets at those Turks.

"Machine Gun ......"

Glancing at the college students under his command, Sun Maoyang shook his head, and then snorted.

"Machine guns, do you know that machine gunners are the most dangerous"

He was telling the truth, machine gunners were always the most dangerous and had the highest casualty rate, and half of the few people killed today were machine gunners.

"I know"

Wang Ze, who had lost his mind by hatred, nodded in response.

"You can't"

After taking a sip of wine, Sun Maoyang still didn't let go.

"A machine gunner, in addition to thirteen weeks of basic training in the training camp, has to enter the machine gun education team for six weeks, and then two more weeks, you ...... You can't"...,

Drinking wine, Sun Maoyang no longer paid attention to this subordinate who was blinded by hatred, he was not afraid that he would not be able to operate the machine gun well, in fact, when every soldier left the training camp, in addition to passing the rifle training as the foundation, he also had to obtain the qualification of machine gun operation, and the high casualties of machine gunners required everyone to learn to operate machine guns.

"Squad leader, I can learn and I can use machine guns"

"I know, not only do you have to be able to use it, but you also have to be able to use it."

When the cat bent his waist and moved to another position, Sun Maoyang dropped a sentence.

"You kid, your heart is too soft, and now your eyes are full of hatred, and your mouth is hard. When the real killing starts, as soon as your hands are soft, maybe a class of brothers will be killed by you, do you think I am heartbroken for you? I'm afraid you'll kill your brothers."

The squad leader's words only made Wang Ze dumbfounded for a while, and in the face of the Turks' counterattack today, he hesitated when he pulled the trigger several times, so that he missed the target.

"Okay, don't be cranky, sleep and have the ability, capture a light machine gun yourself, and by that time, no one will rob you"

Suddenly, a muttering around him only made Wang Ze's heart flutter, he lowered his head, and by the light of the flare, he saw the blood on the military uniform, which was Xu Fulin's blood

"Wang Ze of the first class, Major Li of the Legion Intelligence Department asked you to come over"

Suddenly, a person ran over with a cat's waist, and when the words reached Wang Ze's ears, he only made him stunned, the Legion Intelligence Department? Major Lee?

The prefect in the Arab headscarf came to his mind, why did he come to him?

Although he didn't know the answer, Wang Ze still ran over with a gun, it was an Arabic-style earthen house, which was one of the few houses in this town that had not been blown up, and when he approached the door, he heard a scream from inside the room, and his heart was shocked, he hurriedly broke in with a gun.

As soon as he entered the house, he smelled a thick smell of blood in the air, and in the middle of the house hung two Turks, one of whom was apparently dead, and the other seemed to be dying, and on one side of the chair sat an shirtless officer, the intelligence officer

Looking at the scene in front of him in surprise, Wang Ze couldn't help but be stunned.

"First class, how's it going, I'm still used to it"

"Hello Sir"

Li Shaocheng, who was tired enough to choke, smiled and took out a metal cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out one and handed it to Wang Ze, and after being rejected, he lit one himself.

Wang Ze looked at the Turk hanging on the bar, there was no intact skin on his body at all, obviously he had suffered all kinds of torture.

"Not used to it?"

Li Shaocheng knows that he is talking nonsense, who can get used to this kind of thing?

"I heard, your friend died, didn't he?".

"Ahh

Wang Ze was still silent, his eyes looking at the Arab from time to time. 、

"It was the Arab cavalry that attacked the baggage caravers, it was not the Turks who did it, what we had been suspecting was confirmed, and his confession proved that the Kingdom of Najd was not our friend, and they did not welcome us......"

Of course, Li Shaocheng did not say, in fact, this is the information he "needs", sometimes as an intelligence officer, they need some "intelligence", and these "intelligence" is what they need, if not, they can "manufacture" it, just like now, the legion needs an intelligence that "Najd is a potential enemy", so he will do everything to get this information from the mouths of these two prisoners.

"Now, give you a task, you send him to the rear"

"Yes"

At this time, Li Shaocheng opened his mouth and added.

"But the rear headquarters doesn't need him, do you know how to do it?".

His eyes opened slightly, and Wang Ze looked at the chief in front of him in surprise.

"You take him for a walk, you know?"

"I refuse"

A completely instinctive answer spat out from Wang Ze's mouth.

"This is the order"

A few minutes later, Wang Ze, who had left the town with the wounded soldier, hesitated and raised his rifle when he looked at the prisoner who was walking in front and couldn't even stand on his feet.

After the gunshot, looking at the corpse in the distance, Wang Ze raised his head and looked at the sky, in the night sky illuminated by the flares, a round of crescent moon hung on the canopy, the crescent moon was blocked by some clouds, it seemed that this round of crescent moon did not want to see this endless tearing ...... on the ground,