Chapter 652 Little man, don't be afraid (4) [Wei Xufeng 8/15]
I don't know how long I lay on the ground, maybe five minutes, ten minutes, or just one minute.
When he felt the pain in his back getting more and more, Uncle Chu found that his body had regained some of his little strength. Concerned about the development of the war, he supported the wall of the trench with his hands and stood up.
Then in his sight, he saw a scene that made him extremely worried.
Not only on the battlefield on the right side in front of the position, Poluo, Python, and Hanzi who fought desperately were cut into bloody gourds under the siege of their opponents.
What's more important is that the battle group of these powerful bloodline men did indeed block the attack channel on the right, just as Po Luo and the others expected.
The 20 or so Japs holding bayonets behind were unable to pass through the ten-meter-wide attack channel and rush all the way to the position.
The problem is that these devils are not stupid. Since they can't rush up from the right, they can just make a slight detour and rush up from the left.
So, under the command of a second lieutenant and squad leader, these Japs with shining bayonets began to circle towards the passage on the left.
In other words, after a minute or two at most, these brutal Japs will be able to rush into the position.
Then, Uncle Chu didn't even dare to think about the tragic consequences that would follow from these Japs' inhumane actions.
Instinctively, he planned to pick up the rifle on the ground and continue firing.
Even if it means death, we must stop these devils.
But when he squatted down and was about to pick up the rifle, he saw the children in the trench who were hugging Hu Biao and the others and abandoned the broken rifle.
After thinking of something, I felt a little hesitant.
Indeed! Regarding Hu Biao's statement that as long as adults like them are alive, these child soldiers will not be allowed to go to the battlefield, everyone in the Zhongzhou Team, both veterans and rookies, agree very much.
Even this is how they have always been implemented.
The problem is that at this point, it seems that there is no other choice; he only has one life and a broken gun, how can he withstand so many Japanese.
So instead of having these child soldiers stabbed to death one by one by the Japanese with their bayonets after being charged by the Japanese, we would have fought hard with them.
Thinking of this, Uncle Chu hardened his heart and yelled at the child soldiers in the trench:
"Young man, the little devil is about to rush up. Instead of being aggrieved and killed by him, it is better to fight with them and let them know that the young man from China is also a man.
Don't be afraid, the enemy also has a neck, carrying a head, and he will die if he is hit by a bullet.
So now, children under 13 years old should continue to hide, and those over 13 years old should follow my lead and take the first step to pick up a rifle."
As he spoke, Uncle Chu had already picked up his rifle, held it level, and looked at the child soldiers; his eyes were full of sincerity and encouragement.
It feels like when he taught his children to ride bicycles.
In Uncle Chu's eyes, Dafu, the child born in Lu Province, was the first to stand up and shouted in a childish voice:
"What are you afraid of? If you die, you will die. I, Wang Dafu, will be a good man again after eighteen years."
After saying that, he stood up from the ground, hunched over his waist, imitated Uncle Chu, and picked up a Hanyang-made rifle with the butt half rotten and now wrapped in rags.
"Count me in. After death, maybe my father and mother are not far away and are still waiting for me to reunite together~"
A child soldier with a Henan accent stood up and picked up a water rifle that seemed to be slightly taller than him.
"These days, it's harder to live than to die. It's better to fight with the Japanese than to die."
This is a child soldier with a snot hanging from his lips. He said this sentence with a mentality far beyond his years.
In this way, the child soldiers with various accents, using various ridiculous and sad reasons, first stood up with their waists hunched over, and used the movements of the scholar Uncle Chu to hold up various broken guns.
To be precise, these child soldiers never lack the courage to fight.
Their various unbearable performances before were just the instinctive reaction of the human body when bullets were flying when they went to the battlefield for the first time, which is completely understandable.
It's just that they didn't know that the reasons they said in their childish voices were like knives, constantly piercing Uncle Chu's heart.
In comparison, the pain caused by the mashed wound on his back seemed nothing at all.
But even so, he could only squeeze out a smile and continued: "Okay, let's continue. The second step is to pull the bolt and push a bullet."
When Uncle Chu demonstrated how to pull the gun bolt, a sound of "click, click" also started to sound.
After waiting for a few seconds, all the children holding guns were basically ready to pull the bolt.
After taking a deep breath, Uncle Chu suddenly straightened up his waist, put the butt of the rifle on his shoulder, and leveled the muzzle.
He shouted loudly: "The third step is to aim at a Japs and fire~"
After saying that, he aimed at the Japanese second lieutenant and pulled the trigger directly. Because he was a little hasty, he only hit the opponent's shoulder.
But this is not important. What is important is that at this moment, almost fifty child soldiers stood up from the trenches.
Facing the Japanese who had rushed more than 20 meters away, they all pulled the triggers on their fingertips and fired bullets filled with hatred.
The only pity is that these children may be shooting for the first time in their lives.
They really can't say that they are very accurate in their shooting.
Even though the distance was only twenty or thirty meters, after almost fifty rounds of bullets were fired, they only hit three Japs.
To be precise, yes, one was killed and two were injured.
But it was also successful in making the Japs, who originally looked ferocious, fall to the ground in a state of embarrassment, without the initial coaxing.
Among them, the second lieutenant holding a samurai sword in his hand was probably stared at by too many children. He was shot five or six times at once and was killed immediately.
Such a result immediately boosted the confidence of the child soldiers.
Even though there were seven or eight child soldiers among them, they sat down on the ground under the recoil of the rifle, and their shoulders and buttocks felt a little raw for a while.
But there was no longer fear on the dirty face, but instead there was a little smile.
Striking while the iron was hot, Uncle Chu couldn't care less than just fired a shot, his back felt like a burning pain.
With a gentle tone that had been absent for a long time, like when she was raising a baby, she continued to shout: "Everyone is doing well, let's continue to do the same thing, the first step~"
At this point, some of the naughty children among them had already added: "Pick up the rifle."
There was a hint of joy in their voices. It seemed that the scene just now gave them a lot of confidence.
So in the next time, "The second step is to pull the bolt and push in a bullet", and the sound of "click click~" the bullet is being loaded again sounded in the trench.
It was still louder than before. Everyone must have started shouting.
And then, in the sentence "The third step, aim at a Japanese soldier and fire~"
More than fifty figures in the trench stood up with their rifles in hand and pulled the triggers again.
It is a pity that after the Japanese were prepared this time, the result was far from being as ideal as the first time, and could even be said to be miserable.
When these child soldiers opened fire, the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground also opened fire.
Compared with these children, who may have just fired the second bullet in their lives, the marksmanship of those Japanese soldiers was too accurate.
After a burst of intense gunfire, three Japanese soldiers lying on the ground tilted their heads and were beaten to death.
But on the battlefield, there were seven child soldiers who collapsed in the trench after their bodies went limp.
One of them died just a few steps away from Uncle Chu.
Therefore, when the middle-aged landlord saw this child who in the modern world was at most a junior high school student and probably thought about eating chicken and LOL every day, a huge pool of blood appeared on his chest.
And with such injuries, this man, who was probably born in Guangdong Province, is already on his deathbed.
From Uncle Chu's perspective, even her eyes were distracted.
I don’t know what illusion or thought occurred to this child soldier at this moment, but he kept shouting in a low voice:
"Dad, mom, wait for me, don't go so fast, Douzi, I'm afraid of the dark~"
After such a simple sentence fell on Uncle Chu's ears, the severe pain in his heart could not be described simply with the sentence "twisting a knife."
He has never hated these damn devils so much.
If possible, he would be willing to break his body to pieces, or even pay an even greater price, in exchange for dying with these Japanese soldiers.
The problem is that on the battlefield, such an idea is just a luxury.
After biting his lip and filling his mouth with a mouthful of blood, the middle-aged landlord asked himself that he had seen through life, and shouted again in a crying voice:
"First step~"
"Pick up the rifle~" The young voices, which had been reduced in number, echoed again.
Although there were fewer in number, there was indeed fear in these voices because their companions died beside them in battle, but Uncle Chu could hear that there was more determination in them.
A share should not belong to them, but when the mountains and rivers are broken, they have to bear the courage and responsibility on young shoulders.