It’s not true that the bullet turned.
What was hit was a corpse. The blood of the recently deceased Japanese sergeant had not yet completely coagulated, so blood would naturally splash out.
"boom!"
Another shot, still in the same position.
For the talented recruits who have adapted to the quadruple scope, their accuracy has become terrifying and mind-numbing.
However, apart from wasting bullets, and at best scaring the death-stricken guy, what else is there to do with it?
This idea just came to Leng Feng's mind.
Then he saw that the Japanese soldier who had been well hidden suddenly jumped out of the bunker and rolled to the left like a fertilized, no, a frightened rabbit.
Why did he want Mao to come out? Leng Feng was suddenly stunned.
Moreover, is that guy born with a disability? How come his tactical evasion moves are not standardized at all?
While his thoughts were still going on, Niu Er quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and fired again. The Japanese soldier, whose tactical movements were somewhat clumsy, was knocked to the ground before he could even escape two meters.
"Sir, I did it." After picking up the gun and retracting the fortification, Niu Er excitedly reported to Tang Dao.
"That's right! Then I'll give you this gun." Tang Dao smiled and looked at the Japanese troops outside who were still retreating in an orderly manner. "This morning's training is over. Brothers in the third platoon, call it a day!"
After saying that, he bent down and left the fortification, leaned on a bedroll placed in a corner more than ten meters away from the window, closed his eyes and rested.
When the soldiers in the third platoon saw that the platoon leader had left, why were they still here?
They also bent over and left their fighting positions, hiding in their chosen resting spots on the second floor. Naturally, these were corners that could not be blasted even if the infantry cannon hit the window.
Everyone understands that the round of gunfire and artillery fire just now is not even a warm-up. The Japanese soldiers who were beaten must be very angry and humiliated. They may launch a strong attack at some time. If they don't take a break and have a cigarette
, I won’t have the chance to smoke anymore if I don’t get it right.
At this time, the Japanese army closest to the warehouse also ran 400 meters away. The warehouse building looked like it was difficult to get lucky, so naturally no more ammunition was wasted. The Japanese army's stingy nature naturally gave up, and the same was no longer the case.
Useless consumption of bullets.
Seeing that the infantry had all rested, the artillery fire from both sides naturally increased from two to one to one to one, until the entire battlefield returned to silence.
The Chinese people on the banks of the Suzhou River naturally didn't know what this contact between China and Japan meant. They only knew that the Japanese army began to attack, and they were still a few hundred meters away from the Sixing Warehouse. The Chinese defenders went up and shot the Japanese.
People were beaten to the ground.
Didn't he lie down? Without looking at the machine guns and mortars, the Japanese infantry immediately ran away.
Although many of the Japanese counterattacks landed on the front of the Sixing Warehouse, none of the shells seemed to have penetrated the building. Looking from the side of the Suzhou River bank, the entire building remained motionless, except for some black spots on the walls.
And bumpy.
What does that mean? It means that nothing happens to our own people, but the Japanese are hurt.
I just don’t know if they cried or not.
The first battle this morning was won.
"We won, our people won again." There were at least thousands of people on the north bank of the Suzhou River on both sides of the building, and they burst into cheers.
"Let's go, Nan'er, daddy will buy you some cakes, buy two!" The middle-aged man in robe, who was carrying his son on his shoulders, put down the child, clenched his fists, and waved excitedly to the sky.
"Dad, just one is enough. I'll eat it with my parents." The five-year-old child held his father's hand, raised his face, and answered in a milky voice.
Although the little child didn't quite understand what happened in the distance that made his father so happy, he knew at a young age that his current home was no longer the home he once had, and eating a piece of cake was already a luxury.
Tears shone in the middle-aged man's eyes. He paused for a while and pointed at the dark blue military uniforms running vaguely visible on the roof of the building in the distance and said:
"Nan'er, have you seen them? They are our Chinese soldiers. As long as they win, we can go home."
"Go home?" The little child put his fingers in his mouth, imagining the past days with longing in his eyes. "Well, I want to eat sugar cookies! Eat a lot of sugar cookies!"
"Well! There are sugar cakes, meat cakes, and bean paste cakes. Whatever Nan'er wants to eat, dad and mom will make it for you." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with tenderness and the same longing as his son.
"Dad, wait!"
The middle-aged man was about to pull the child to squeeze out of the crowd, but when he saw the child struggling to break away and his small body moving forward in the crowd, he couldn't help but shouted anxiously: "Nan'er..."
The barbed wire fence near the river bank was guarded by soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition from several Western countries. Any Chinese who moved forward would be forced away by them with rifle butts and bayonets.
As a result, a clear blank area was formed between the crowded Chinese people, about five or six meters wide.
The little child who had squeezed out of the crowd was standing in the open space.
Many people's eyes fell on him.
The little child wearing a gray and black coarse cloth coat and cloth shoes did not look like a child from a wealthy family, but his face was wiped clean, indicating that although he was in trouble, he once had a good life.
A Western second lieutenant officer frowned. These stupid Chinese people have been taken in by the concession, but they are so ungrateful that they are still causing trouble here?
I was about to give the order to drive this little troublemaker back to the crowd, but I saw the little child looking into the distance, his bright eyes full of hope, and his gestures couldn't help but pause slightly.
Then, I saw a little Chinese man bowing deeply towards the Sihang Warehouse in the distance and shouting something loudly.
Then, I saw the Chinese crowd getting excited. Many people, imitating children, bent down and bowed!
After a while, a row of dark blue military uniforms stood on the roof of the Sihang Warehouse two hundred meters away. The windows facing the concession were also filled with dark blue military uniforms.
"stand at attention!"
"salute!"
An extremely sonorous and powerful voice echoed over Sihang Warehouse, and a row of soldiers straightened their chests and saluted the crowd in unison.
The Chinese people bowed to them, and the Chinese soldiers responded in their own way!
Cheers resounded through the sky.
"This is the reason why we stay here." The Army Lieutenant Colonel in the headquarters took a deep look out the window, focused his eyes again on the map of Songhu Zhabei District, and murmured softly.
He was the only one in the headquarters, so I didn't know whether he was speaking to himself or to the person he was thinking of.
Perhaps no one knows his state of mind at this time except himself!
"Wotechana wave to say?" the Western second lieutenant officer curiously asked a sergeant who was proficient in Chinese beside him.
"He seemed to be saying, thank you, uncle and uncle, you guys will fight the Japanese devils well, and when Nan'er comes home, I'll treat you to some sugar cookies!" The sergeant tried to express it in a Chinese context.
"Wote?" Lieutenant Western's blue eyes were full of doubts.
What a strange Chinese child. He doesn't understand what the war in front of him has to do with children and sugar cookies.
Of course the second lieutenant doesn't understand it now, but he will understand it one day when the flames of war burn on his land.
In the damn war, for the people who lost their homes, sugar cookies were a precious and precious thing.
As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.
The common people celebrated the victory happily and exchanged salutes with the Chinese soldiers who defeated the Japanese army.
But in the tall building a hundred meters away from here, many people in suits and leather shoes put down their telescopes, and most of them sighed.
A gentleman does not build a wall. Most of these people are respectable. Although they are attracted by the battle on the opposite side, they will never go to the river bank to watch the battle like ordinary people. If a stray bullet comes, someone will die.
They may not all be gentlemen, but they definitely have a lot of knowledge.
Everyone is very clear in their hearts. Even though the Japanese army was beaten and retreated, the Chinese army in Sihang Warehouse almost showed all their trump cards in the first battle, and the battle had hardly started yet. How could they fight in the future?
Are the Japanese soldiers all idiots? Of course not. If they were idiots, how could they win this battle?
Next, there may be a miserable wind and cold rain! The sighing ‘people of insight’ almost lost interest in continuing to watch the battle.
Because there is no hope for this battle. Who is willing to witness a defeat full of death!
Especially, those who are mortal are their own kind.
In the warehouse building, several veterans who had previously teased Niu Er came over and solemnly apologized to Niu Er, which made Niu Er feel a little embarrassed. He hurriedly took the cigarettes handed over by the veterans and coughed violently while inhaling.
The soldiers laughed wildly.
All the unhappiness disappeared.
"Brother Niu, please explain to me why that Japanese guy wanted to run away! You obviously can't hit him." Seeing that the atmosphere was harmonious, a veteran raised a question at the right time.
If he didn't know the answer, his commander would probably die from curiosity. Platoon leader Tang Dao Tang was so bad, he just left after doing it without explaining that the cliff was intentional.
"Ahem! Because I wounded him with that shot just now. If he doesn't run away, he can only be killed by my shots one after another. Ahem!" Niu Er replied with a violent cough.
"Why is this?" The veterans were stunned.
Not far away, Leng Feng, who was making excuses to talk nonsense with Tang Dao, also quietly pricked up his ears.
Because this is really beyond their ability to understand.
From Niu Er's perspective, the corpse was enough to block the bullet. The kinetic energy of a general rifle bullet is not as powerful as it can penetrate the human body and kill another person after flying more than 400 meters. Moreover, after penetrating the human body, the bullet has already
No matter how deformed it is, it is difficult to maintain a straight trajectory.
"No, I hit the ribs of the corpse. Human bones are hard enough to deflect the bullet trajectory slightly. The location where he is hiding is too small, and the chance of an irregular ricochet hitting him will change.
Big, my luck is also good."
"My dear mother! You mean, you hit the corpse's bones and then used ricochet to kill him?" At that moment, the eyes of several veterans looked like they had seen a ghost.
"Yes! The chief reminded me to bend the bullet. This is the only way I can think of." Niu Er replied matter-of-factly. "However, if he didn't run away, I would have spent five or six bullets! If it were Chief Tang,
Come on, one should be enough."
abnormal!
A big pervert brought a little pervert.
Leng Feng's mouth was so wide open that he couldn't close it. Tang Dao smiled and put the cigarette he had just lit but slipped back into his mouth again, "Recruit Dan Zi didn't learn anything else, but he learned how to brag! Leng Lian, don't take it seriously.
"
"I really don't want to talk to you right now." Leng Feng took a deep drag on his cigarette.
"Haha!" Tang Dao laughed.
"Haha!" Leng Feng also laughed out loud.
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PS: A big chapter of 3200 words, one chapter! Tomorrow we will continue with two chapters. Fengyue’s waist is really hurting and she can’t sit still. Especially when she thinks that her waist may no longer work. Will it be able to be used in the future? Fengyue
There was a kind of rush in my heart. Fortunately, I didn't hit the egg.
This chapter has been completed!