Chapter 653 Little man, don't be afraid (5) [For Xufeng 9/15]
"Brother Su! Please send down a divine punishment immediately and kill these damned devils~"
Seeing the scene in front of him that was like hell, while holding the camera with trembling fingers, Ross trembled in his mouth and prayed with a pious attitude.
By the way! When these devils suddenly appear in front of you as if they are popping out of the ground.
Ross, who was frightened at that time, didn't think about running away immediately.
After all, in his perception, he was just a war reporter, a civilian in the army; fighting? That was a matter for the combat troops.
Even at that time, Translator Zhou and the two soldiers who were temporarily guarding him proposed to protect him and evacuate here immediately.
Tell him that although it is dangerous along the way and he may face enemy bullets, he still has a 50% chance of escaping safely.
Who knows? What did Rose think at that time, and he actually stayed here.
Maybe a 50% chance of safe escape still made him feel inadequate.
Or maybe, out of his professional sensitivity, he knew that he might encounter some of the most exciting pictures and materials in his life later.
Anyway, this war reporter from Uncle Sam's family stayed here by some strange coincidence.
After hiding in a relatively safe place, even amidst the sounds of gunfire and explosions, his whole body was shaking like a quail because of fear and anger.
But I still haven't forgotten it. I used the Eastman Kodak camera with 8mm film in my hand to continuously take precious pictures one after another.
In such a scene, there is Yang Zai who lay down without hesitation in front of the smoking grenade at his feet.
Underneath Yang Zai's resolute expression, the shock, emotion, and reluctance in the eyes of the children nearby were so full of the brilliance of humanity.
By now, Yang Zai has long since passed away.
Ross still clearly remembered that this young soldier from the Fruit Army named Yang Zai, although he spoke English with a very strange accent, was very good at Landlords.
By the way! I still owe him two dollars in gambling debt, and it seems I don’t have to pay it.
But Ross wanted to see this guy appear viciously in front of him, grabbed his collar and cursed:
"Damn it! Pay me back~"
It's just that a scene like this will never happen again.
In the picture, there is a person lying helplessly in the trench, with a lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, but it is the dead husky.
This fruit soldier is said to have been an ocean sailor and visited many ports and harbors on this planet.
So much so that Ross enjoyed chatting with him these days, listening to this guy who always had a smile on his face talking about different customs from different places.
What the heck! Ross still clearly remembers that he was often stunned when he heard it, like a country bumpkin from the countryside of Detroit.
He also has his own translator Zhou, who is said to be the father of two children.
Holding a rifle with a rusty bayonet, he was beaten to death just after he rushed out of the position. At that time, his eyes were filled with extremely complicated expressions of unwillingness, nostalgia, and worry.
Of course, in the Eastman Kodak camera in his hand.
Some of the more pictures and content are scenes of children bravely taking up weapons to fight under the leadership of a middle-aged man named Chu Na.
The problem was, after one after another, the scene of children who were no taller than a rifle fell down one by one from the bullets appeared in front of him.
Ross was increasingly unable to bring himself to hide here and continue filming.
Even if he told himself that he was not a combatant, he would still have a high chance of surviving even if he was captured by the Japanese afterwards.
Or, once you take these photos that are not only shocking, but even soul-shaking, and send them back to the North American continent, they will definitely have a greater impact.
Let more people pay attention to this, so that more material support can be used to help more poor children in this mysterious ancient Eastern country.
To prevent more tragedies like this from happening.
The problem is, no matter how many reasonable and unreasonable reasons he finds, Ross can't convince himself when he sees one child after another dying in battle.
Finally, when I saw a child fell to the ground with a bullet directly piercing his throat.
Holding his neck, he was struggling painfully on the ground.
He had interviewed Zhang Quansheng, who was only 9 years old, when he stumbled out of a hidden shell-proof hole and picked up a rifle whose barrel was dyed red, intending to join the battle.
Ross finally broke out and forgot all the stakes.
I forgot that I had been insisting that I was just a civilian and the battle had nothing to do with me.
He placed the camera in his hand on a fairly flat rock so that he could continue shooting.
Braving the "whoosh~" bullets above his head, he ran towards Zhang Quansheng and snatched the antique rifle that was older than himself from the nine-year-old child.
The cat bent down and came to a trench, and just in Uncle Chu's mouth, the phrase "second step" was shouted out.
Suddenly, Ross started shouting in an unusually weird tone, along with the childish voices that had become sparse around him:
"Pull the bolt and fire a round."
After loading this rifle with unbelievable effort.
Uncle Chu's hoarse voice shouting 'step three' rang in Rose's ears again.
Instinctively, he straightened up and put the rifle on his shoulder. At the same time, Ross also said the following words in his mouth: "Aim at a Japs and fire~"
During such a process, he even aimed at a light machine gun shooter who was firing 50 meters away.
After the sound of a gunshot, the Japs who lay on the ground and opened fire had a clear hole in the Type 90 steel helmet on their heads.
Such a enemy's firepower can be regarded as completely eliminated.
Unfortunately, such a result has nothing to do with Ross; because of the poor rifling of this old antique, the bullets don’t know where to fly.
At this moment, Ross realized very clearly how difficult and difficult it was for the soldiers who needed to use these junk weapons to resist the invaders.
And he can use a broken gun to blow off the head of a Japanese machine gunner at a distance of 50 meters.
Such a person could only be Uncle Chu, whose marksmanship is already good after adapting to some antique rifles from World War II.
The problem is that as the core of the defense on the battlefield, he has been targeted by the Japanese for a long time.
After he killed the Japs' light machine gunner, before he could even bend down, a bullet entered his chest and came out from his back.
At this moment, Uncle Chu became extremely frightened after realizing that his strength was disappearing rapidly.
If he wasn't afraid that he was going to die soon, what about the defense on the position? You must know that there were eight or nine surviving Japanese soldiers lying on the ground outside the position.
With a muffled sound of 'dong~', Uncle Chu collapsed on the ground like a ball of mud.
Then at such a time, he clearly heard this sentence in his ears: "The first step."
At that time, he could only tell that it was the voice of an immature child, and there was no way to tell which one of those child soldiers it belonged to.
But this is not important, because soon after, a chorus of "pick up the rifle~" sounded.
This means that these good child soldiers are still persisting in fighting. As long as they have the courage to persist in fighting, there is still hope for everything.
Speaking of which! At first, he hoped that Ross, that foreign devil, could take over his role and start shouting.
He never thought that his own children would be more reliable; with such a gratifying thought, Uncle Chu slowly closed his eyes...