Mr. Wang and the others couldn't figure out what was going on and why the Japanese soldiers didn't fire.

Perhaps in the view of the Japanese soldiers with the bushido spirit, since they were facing unarmed Chinese soldiers and they were good at hand-to-hand combat, they could naturally save a bullet.

The Northeastern Army stationed in the North Camp of Fengtian received an order not to resist. In fact, when the Japanese troops rushed into the Beida Camp, they encountered no organized resistance.

Although there are some officers and soldiers in the Northeast who are unwilling to take the lead and rise up to resist, what can they do without weapons in their hands?

The current Japanese Kwantung Army is an elite force in the Japanese army. Their bayonet skills are superior to the Northeastern Army, not to mention that the Northeastern Army now has no weapons in its hands.

The Japanese troops, who were like horses trampling on the plains, were already furious at this time, but they really didn't expect that there would be a platoon of Northeastern troops waiting for them to kick the camp!

Just when these Japanese soldiers rushed to the window of Wang Laomao's platoon barracks, Wang Laomao shouted "Hit!", and the three windows in front of their room were kicked out, and what followed was

A rain of bricks!

How could these Japanese soldiers have imagined that they would encounter resistance here?

It is basically impossible to directly hit someone to death with bricks, but the flying bricks finally caught the Japanese soldiers off guard.

Some Japanese soldiers covered their faces and threw away their guns, some sat down on the ground after being hit by bricks, and some rolled on the ground after being hit.

At this time, Mr. Wang and his platoon of people rushed out from the exit of this room - three windows and one door.

A group of people ran out shouting and collided directly with the Japanese soldiers who were smashed and staggering.

However, those Japanese soldiers had been beaten with bricks, and for a moment they did not bother to use their guns. Some of the Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground were even stepped on.

Then Mr. Wang and others rushed over, and one soldier even picked up a Japanese rifle.

It's just that the lively fighting here attracted the attention of the surrounding Japanese soldiers, and some Japanese soldiers rushed forward with their shining bayonets.

The soldier in Wang Lao Mao's platoon who picked up the Japanese rifle also had blood. If he didn't have blood? Why did he pick up a rifle while others were busy running to the gun store?

Seeing that his brothers were unarmed, without thinking, he also raised his bayonet and charged towards the Japanese army.

A lone bayonet faced a row of bayonets. This was the first time tonight that the Japanese army encountered soldiers from the Northeast Army raising their knives at each other!

Courage is commendable, but courage cannot kill the enemy.

The Northeastern Army soldier lunged forward and thrust forward, but the Japanese bayonet also came to block him.

When the two guns collided, the rifle in the soldier's hand failed to hit the Japanese soldier on the opposite side.

When he drew back his rifle and was about to stab him again, two other Japanese soldiers stood beside him and stabbed him forward fiercely.

Because he charged too hard and his moves were inevitable, the two bayonets pierced his ribs.

"Run!" The Northeast Army soldier just shouted and fell down. At this time, another brick flew from behind him and hit the Japanese soldier opposite him.

That was because Mr. Wang and the others knew that there was no way to save him, and they had no way to save him, so they could only turn around and throw out all the remaining bricks in their hands.

But what if they just throw out more bricks?

Soldiers have to use guns to fight. Guns can kill people, and bricks can only give bruises and bruises. So what if the bridge of the nose is broken?

There is no doubt a certain irony in having a gun but being unable to use it but having to use bricks.

After the rain of bricks, the Japanese troops were knocked around again, while Mr. Wang and the others had already turned around and ran away.

When Wang Laomao and the others queued up to the gun store, the place was already completely dark. People from other companies and platoons had come to get their guns. But the strange thing was that even though there were many people, there was total silence.

Different battalions have different camp areas, and their battalion's gun depot is here. When their guns were collected into the gun depot, they were stored here.

The superiors were also worried that the people below could not control themselves and would use their guns whenever they were bullied by the Japanese troops. If the guns were kept in the company, it would be better not to keep them!

Although the lower-level officers and soldiers knew how to obey orders, it was impossible not to resist with guns when the Japanese soldiers thrust bayonets in front of them.

The Japanese troops did not fire when they rushed in. Since they used bayonets, most of the officers and soldiers who woke up from their sleep ran away.

They are an army, so they will not randomly run into Fengtian City like civilians. They need to get weapons to fight against the Japanese army.

"Why haven't you fired any guns yet? Do you want the Japanese to kill us all?" Zhu Kaishan, who had just arrived, said loudly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wang beside him reached out and grabbed him.

Angrily, Zhu Kaishan raised his toes and looked forward, only to realize that there were four people standing at the door of the firearms warehouse.

Those four people were all officers, and he knew them all. They were their battalion commander Zhang Lianjie and the following three company commanders, including their company commander Hu Biao.

The officers were all here, but where could he, an ordinary soldier, have a place to talk? Although Zhu Kaishan was angry because his own platoon was killed by the Japanese army, he knew that he could not speak at this time.

The whole scene fell silent again.

Wang Laomao glanced around secretly, and then he saw Lu Zhian, another platoon leader of his company.

Wang Laomao kept his body short and leaned over gently.

Even in this situation, he didn't even need to ask. Lu Zhian had already whispered to him: "The superiors are not allowed to use guns. The battalion commander also has a headache!"

One sentence explains why the situation is like this now.

The order not to use guns was not given by the battalion commander, nor could it be given by the regiment commander or brigade commander. It had to be the intention of the higher-ups.

Could it be that the battalion commander didn't want to use a gun to watch his brother being killed by the Japanese army? That's impossible!

It's just that since you are an officer, you have to listen to the orders from above. Ordinary soldiers can disobey them, but do officers like them dare to disobey them?

At this time, their battalion commander Zhang Lianjie's face was as dark as water.

Now he no longer has a headache, but a pain in his balls!

Why is it said that it is difficult to be a middle-level cadre? That is naturally because there is pressure from the top and the bottom. The orders from above must be carried out, and the emotions of those below must be taken care of.

The soldiers who came over earlier were all clamoring for guns, but he just yelled, "Don't I fucking want a gun?", and the people below stopped.

How can dragging them like this be a long-term solution? Suddenly, two gunshots, "pop" and "pop", were heard not far away.

The gunshot shocked everyone.

It's just a new recruit like Shang Zhen, but the veterans can understand what kind of gun the bullet was fired from.

But the sound of the gunfire was crisper than the gunfire of the rifles they used. It was the gunshot of the Japanese.

After the two gunshots were fired, the entire battalion became commotion again.

This situation is like a fire burning in the house. There is a bucket but you are not allowed to use it, but you have to spit to save it! Isn't this ridiculous?

When people are anxious, they become wise.

At this time, Zhang Lianjie glanced meaningfully at Hu Biao beside him, and then said: "I'm going to see what's going on with that gunshot."

Then he actually walked forward directly, and the soldiers naturally separated to watch their commander pass.

But did their battalion commander really go to see what the gunfire was about?
Chapter completed!