Xiao Shandong, who had regained his original figure, looked tall and burly. The company commander liked him at first sight and wanted to make him a machine gunner, but this guy was not happy and insisted on becoming a rifleman.
Although the military is very particular about military orders, and you have to obey the orders of your superiors even if you don't like it. However, there are no absolutes. Some things have to be based on your own wishes. Otherwise, if you really force someone to become a machine gunner, it will be very harmful to the troops.
Not necessarily a good thing.
The helpless company commander could only give in to his wish, but then Xiao Shandong also showed another talent, that is, his marksmanship was very good. When he was in the recruit company, the recruits were still thinking about how to shoot a 100-meter target.
When he was distressed, he had already begun to think about the two-hundred-meter target.
By the time the recruit period was over, the two-hundred-meter target was no longer difficult for him.
Seeing that little Shandong actually had this talent, the company commander was delighted and applied for a 98K sniper rifle with a six-power scope for him.
After getting this rifle, little Shandong felt like he had found a treasure. If it weren't for the protests of his comrades, this kid would probably even sleep with his rifle in his arms.
Of course, the current Liantai Militia does not have a dedicated sniper establishment, so Xiao Shandong is still just a private who has just joined the army for less than half a year. During the war, he is still on the front line like other infantry.
"Wan, what, what, what, what, what, what?"
"Hand in the gun and don't kill!"
The surrounding soldiers also shouted, even though the officers had told them long ago that the Japanese soldiers were very stubborn and would never surrender even if they died in battle. This had been fully verified in previous battles.
However, Xiao Shandong still wanted to try, and the result was not beyond their expectations. The Japanese just tried their best to escape, but no one stopped to surrender.
After several hits from heavy artillery, tanks and overwhelmingly superior troops, Nakagawa Jiro's Second Battalion was already on the verge of psychological collapse. When the Liantai Militia and the Independent Regiment presented two sharp knives to outflank them from the left and right wings, they had lingering fears.
, suffering heavy casualties, they were unable to organize any counterattack and were pushed back by the fierce attack. Jiro Nakagawa, who wanted to escape, did little resistance and withdrew towards the rear with the remaining troops.
But it was too late. Nakagawa Jiro fled from left to right, but ran into walls everywhere. It seemed that Chinese people were everywhere. In the end, only a dozen people were left in the team of more than a hundred people.
At this time, realizing that there was no hope of breaking out of the encirclement, he sent a farewell message to the commander of the regiment, smashed the radio station to pieces, and then led Canyun's dozen or so Japanese troops towards the Chinese army closest to him...
This encirclement and annihilation battle lasted less than half an hour, and Nakagawa Jiro's second battalion disappeared forever.
The gunfire has stopped, and the battlefield is full of soldiers cleaning up the battlefield, including those from the Liantai militia and the independent regiment.
Li Yunlong quietly pulled Zhao Gang aside and asked in a low voice, "Old Zhao, how was the harvest?"
Zhao Gang held out three fingers covertly and said in a voice that only they could hear: "Preliminary estimates are that there are at least more than 300 rifles, six crooked handles and one Type 92. I didn't have time to count the bullets, but there are not many."
It is said that there are ten or twenty thousand rounds."
"Very good!"
Li Yunlong smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed.
"Look...look. I'm right, you can earn a battalion's equipment just by coming here. If you want to tell me, you have to work with the right boss. As long as the boss you work with is generous, you can do whatever you want."
A little leakage from your fingers will be enough for us to eat, Lao Zhao, don’t you think so?”
After all, Zhao Gang was not as thick-skinned as Li Yunlong, so he hesitated and said: "Old Li, I always think it's not a good idea for us to do this. The battle is fought by everyone, and the seizure should naturally be shared by everyone.
If others find out that we secretly hide the trophies, we will be gossiped about. At the very least, we have to tell them."
Li Yunlong said indifferently: "Don't worry, I will tell Brother Gao about this, and he will definitely not have any objections."
Zhao Gang always felt that something was wrong, but when he saw Li Yunlong smiling so hard that he couldn't even see his teeth, he knew that even if he said something, the other party wouldn't listen.
The battle is over, the battlefield is in a mess, and soldiers from the Liantai Militia and the Independent Regiment are cleaning the battlefield.
Here you can see the difference between the soldiers on both sides. The soldiers of the Independent Regiment first took the weapons and ammunition left by the Japanese army on the battlefield, while the soldiers of the Liantai Militia took a dispensable attitude. It would be best if they could seize them. If they are slow,
Even though it was taken away by the soldiers of the Independent Regiment, they did not fight with them.
On the contrary, they were more interested in the letters and personal belongings left on the Japanese corpses, especially the Japanese command knives. There were even many soldiers who specially pried open the mouths of the Japanese corpses.
There is a reason for this, because the only materials for dentures during this period were gold and silver. Ceramic dentures had not been invented yet. After all, you can’t use marble as dentures. If you really want to do this, you will have to replace them after a long time of grinding.
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Moreover, many Japanese at that time had a custom of inlaying their teeth with gold. In addition to the fact that dentures at that time only had these two materials, it was to show their wealth. After all, life was not easy for the Japanese during this period, but
Not everyone can have dentures made of gold and inserted into their mouths.
However, the actions of the soldiers of the Liantai Militia also aroused the attention of the soldiers of the Independence Regiment, and many people were talking in low voices.
Little Shandong, who was carrying his own 98K sniper rifle, also cleaned up the battlefield with his brothers. He found a body that had been mutilated by artillery shells behind a big tree.
Although the appearance of the corpse could no longer be clearly seen, the rank of Major on the shoulder of the corpse could still be clearly seen. The most important thing was that the corpse still held a command knife in its hand.
"Haha...it's actually a sergeant sword!"
Holding the command knife in his hand, little Shandong showed a happy smile.
Everyone in the militia knew that their leader had a hobby of collecting Japanese command knives.
As the saying goes, what is good for the superiors must be good for the inferiors. Under the leadership of Gao Hongming, many people in the militia also became enthusiastic about collecting sabers. After every battle, if the soldiers could pick up a saber when cleaning the battlefield, it would be enough for them.
Have fun for several days.
After all, even if you don't like it, you can sell it to others, and you can sell it for five or six yuan at least. If you can get a saguan sword, it will definitely cost you dozens of yuan.
Seeing the command knife in Xiao Shandong's hand, many soldiers showed envy on their faces.
His squad leader came over and patted him on the shoulder, "What a good boy, you are so lucky. You actually got a Zuoguan knife. When the time comes, you can resell it and you will have enough money to marry a wife."
"Thank you monitor."
Little Shandong, holding the command knife, felt very happy.