The enemy is not coming from their direction, so they have nothing to do here for the time being, and everyone becomes a bystander.

But because it was too far away, they could only see the general battle situation.

The sound of gunfire has been mixed together, the "hole" of the heavy machine gun, the "chug" of the light machine gun, and the chaotic firing of the rifle.

They couldn't see what was happening on the top of the city. All they could see were the Japanese troops standing and attacking.

As for whether the opponent was dodging bullets after lying down or was knocked down by bullets, Hu Biaolian's people did not know.

By this time, Hu Biao could no longer control the words of his soldiers. Even if they spoke, they could not hear them even if they shouted at the other end of the battlefield.

So the mood of their company changed with the changes in the battlefield situation.

When they saw the attacking "black spot" fall, they all cheered in unison. When mortars below fired shells onto the tower, they were all worried.

After all, they are bystanders, but they can also imagine the blood on the battlefield. Some people were killed by a single shot, some were seriously injured and screamed desperately, and some were hit in the leg and had to drag their leg.

Climb back.

Li Fushun glanced at Shang Zhen beside him with some worry, but Shang Zhen was lying there with his rifle pointed forward.

There are no bullets in Shang Zhen's rifle. Li Fushun had already asked before, and Shang Zhen was just here to practice aiming.

From Li Fushun's point of view, Shang Zhen could be seen squinting one eye. His face was very dark due to the fire he had put out earlier, but it was hard to tell whether he was scared.

Shang Zhen told Li that he would be frightened when he saw someone being shot. Now that he is on the battlefield, he hopes that Shang Zhen can survive the bloody test as a new recruit.

But Li Fushun didn't know how Shang Zhen felt about the blood after being shot in the human body, because I'm afraid Shang Zhen himself couldn't explain it clearly.

Seeing that Shang Zhen was relatively calm, Li Fushun felt relieved, and then he had an idea and whispered: "Xiaoer, you can practice your marksmanship.

As long as your gun shoots far and accurately, and you knock down the Japanese soldiers from a distance, then you won't be able to see what they looked like when they died!"

"Oh." Shang Zhen responded honestly.

At this moment, they and the bystanders on the battlefield let out a low "coax", which was another Japanese attack that was repelled.

"Look, look! Another one has been knocked down!" Hou Kanshan shouted excitedly at this time.

From their position, they can see that the attacking enemy is retreating and there is suddenly one less person standing. Doesn't that mean they have been defeated?

Since he was knocked down during the retreat, he must not have been lying down, but was hit by a bullet. It is no wonder that the soldiers watching the battle were excited.

"Fu Shunzi, why do I feel that the people who came back here are not Japanese?" At this moment, the platoon leader Wang Laomao said to Li Fushun.

Li Fushun looked at Mr. Wang.

"In just a short period of time, we were repulsed by three attacks. You know, those Japanese soldiers, despite their short stature, were quite desperate in fighting.

Besides, when the Japanese soldiers charge, it’s impossible for them to cover a large area in one fell swoop.” Mr. Wang began to explain the reasons for his judgment.

"We'll find out in a moment." Li Fushun said.

The reason why he said this was of course because if the Japanese army failed to attack Jinzhou, they would probably make a detour.

If you want to make a roundabout way, you have to come to them. Then they will soon know whether it is the Japanese army or other troops.

"Look at your bad mouth!" Hou Kanshan, who was next to Mr. Wang, said to Li Fushun.

"Huh?" Li Fushun looked past Wang Laomao and towards Hou Kanshan, his eyes already showing displeasure.

But before he could express anything, platoon leader Wang Laomao turned around and said to Hou Kanshan: "Who the hell are you talking to?

Are you talking to me and my brother like this? If I don’t beat you today, I’ll slap myself in the face!”

Hou Kanshan never expected that the platoon leader would say that about him. Only then did he realize that he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended.

Nowadays, people in the army are divided into different levels.

Li Fushun and Mr. Wang had a fateful friendship. Although Hou Kanshan always relied on his ability to flatter and get along better with the platoon leader, it did not mean that he could talk about Li Fushun in this way.

Only then did Hou Kanshan realize that his status in the eyes of the platoon leader was still incomparable to that of Li Fushun.

Yes, let’s fight.

So Hou Kanshan stretched out a hand and lightly slapped himself on the face, saying, "Brother Shunzi, I was wrong!"

But when he said this, Mr. Wang became even more angry.

"Who the hell do you care about calling Brother Shunzi? Give yourself another slap, louder!" Mr. Wang said angrily.

Everyone has been hanging out in the same platoon for a while, but Hou Kanshanzui is less fond of cursing people around the corner.

Platoon leader Wang Laomao knew that Hou Kanshan called Li Fushun "Brother Shunzi"? He would turn into "Brother Sunzi" with just one mouthful!

For this kind of thing, Hou Kanshan definitely has a criminal record, and Mr. Wang doesn't want to make Li Fushun unhappy.

Li Fushun was his brother, and he could be with him at critical moments and take bullets for him.

But you, Hou Kanshan, usually act smart and sell quickly, and I think you are quite smart and treat you well, but at the critical moment, why the hell are you going to sell me out?

Just when Hou Kanshan stretched out his hand to slap himself in the mouth again and wondered how hard he would hit him, Li Fushun said: "Stop talking, someone is coming from the other side."

With these words, Hou Kanshan stopped slapping himself. At this time, the company commander Hu Biao shouted: "Put your heads back, don't let the other side watch, load the bullets and prepare to fight!"

If someone came from the opposite side, it was the enemy. As they had deduced in advance, the enemy began to take a roundabout route.

"Okay, platoon leader, you are right. They are really not Japanese, they are all traitors!" Li Fushun, who retracted his body and took back his gun, opened the safety of his rifle.

Although the people coming from afar were far away from them, based on Li Fushun's experience, he could spot them at a glance. They were definitely not Japanese soldiers because none of them were wearing helmets.

"So, who is I, Mr. Wang? With my eyesight, tsk tsk!" Mr. Wang, who was lying side by side with Li Fushun and holding a flower trap in his hand, said proudly.

"Plop", Li Fu laughed and said, "Yes! You can see his pants through his pants!"

Li Fushun's words directly diluted the tension before the battle, and all the soldiers couldn't help but smile on their faces.

Only then did Nahou Kanshan realize that he really couldn't compare with Li Fushun.

It seems that Li Fushun and the platoon leader really carried a gun together and visited prostitutes together!

Everyone was laughing, except Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen has also loaded the bullet and turned on the safety of the gun. He has become familiar with the rifle in these days. He has practiced it countless times except that he has never fired a gun before.

He was looking curiously at the flower mechanism in Mr. Wang's hand.

The so-called flower machine is what the Chinese call it, and its essence is a submachine gun.

There are many heat dissipation holes around the barrel, and the ammunition is fed from a drum next to it.

Today's rifles are all manual rifles, but because the flower machine is a submachine gun, it is an automatic weapon.

Shang Zhen heard Li Fushun say that when fired from a gun like this, a string of bullets was produced, just like raindrops.

The Northeastern Army can process this kind of trick on its own. Before losing the Fengtian Arsenal, the Northeastern Army's strength is certainly not comparable to that of the Japanese army, but compared with other local warlords, it is really not ordinary and arrogant.

In Wang Laomao's platoon, not counting the eight light machine guns, there are still six or seven machine guns.

Originally, Li Fushun, as the squad leader, was also qualified to use the flower trap, but Li Fushun preferred to use rifles and gave up the flower trap to others.

"Hide them all, the bastard from the other side is coming!" Hu Biao shouted here.
Chapter completed!