Wang Tiezhu lay down in the bushes, took out two grenades from the ammunition bag at his waist, and crawled forward.
The 7.7mm machine gun bullets kept passing by his scalp, and Wang Tiezhu tried his best to lower his body.
The Japanese army obviously discovered this Eighth Route Army soldier who was trying to approach, and from time to time he threw grenades into the bushes, causing flying shrapnel to fly around him.
Seeing that this was not going to work, Wang Tiezhu quickly took out two smoke bombs, lay down in the crater and carefully looked around. A Type 92 heavy machine gun was firing wildly at ten o'clock in front of him.
"Damn it, fight with the little devil!"
Wang Tiezhu struggled to throw the two smoke bombs forward. Two clouds of yellow smoke filled the Japanese position, and soon blocked the sight of the Japanese troops on the opposite side.
Seeing this, Wang Tiezhu opened his mouth. The smoke bombs issued by the Liantai Militia were so effective. Once thrown out, the area within a radius of more than ten square meters immediately turned into a cloud of fog. No matter how good a sharpshooter you are, you will be blinded.
However, this thought only passed by for a moment, and he was seen rushing into the smoke screen holding a Mauser 98K rifle in his right hand and a grenade in his left hand.
Hot bullets passed by him. Wang Tiezhuku threw a grenade at the machine gun fort without hesitation. The dull heavy machine gun suddenly stopped. From the yellow smoke screen, a large group of Eighth Route Army soldiers wearing earth-gray military uniforms swarmed up like a pack of hungry wolves.
Break into the Japanese trenches.
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Half a year!"
Facing the crazy attack of the independent regiment soldiers, the Japanese soldiers in the trenches howled and rushed forward.
The moment the two sides collided, bayonets penetrated each other's chests, and rifle butts hit each other's faces. Even the orderlies and medical staff wielded shovels and chopped desperately. The two armies fell into a melee, with gunshots, howls in Chinese and Japanese, and desperate tearing.
Shouts and grenade explosions were heard endlessly, and the soldiers of China and Japan collided with each other in cruel and brilliant blood. It was a completely head-on confrontation, without any opportunism. Both sides were fighting for their will and tenacity.
Finally, all the noise stopped, and the entire position fell into a terrifying silence. There were less than ten Japanese left. Only more than thirty soldiers from a company of the Eighth Route Army who were responsible for the attack could still stand up. Corpses were scattered all over the position.
, such as Shura Field. Wang Tiezhu, lying in a pool of blood, has his head facing the east, towards the direction of China.
Li Yunlong's eyes turned red when he saw the horror of the battlefield. He yelled at the wounded and captured Japanese soldiers to kneel in the trench, pulled out the M1911A1 pistol from his waist, and loaded the gun.
At this time, he had been exposed to the casualties and bloodshed and brought out the violence hidden in his heart.
Zhao Gang, who was on the side, had long noticed the situation of his old partner. After seeing this, he rushed over and snatched his pistol, "Old Li, you are not allowed to kill prisoners who have lost their weapons on the battlefield. This is the discipline of the Eighth Route Army. You
Understand?"
Li Yunlong roared with red eyes: "I don't care, I'm almost out of a company. If I don't kill these bastards, I'll have to suffocate myself to death!"
"You bastard!" Zhao Gang pointed at him and scolded him unceremoniously.
"You are still an old Red Army soldier. Don't you know the discipline of the battlefield? Do you know that once you do something like this, you, the regiment leader, will be beaten to the end immediately. The last time you went to the border area quilt factory
When you become the factory director, where do you plan to go this time? Are you going to feed the brigade commander's horses?"
"Old Zhao, there are more than a hundred brothers, such good soldiers, but they were almost all wiped out in just a moment." Looking at the corpses of Eighth Route Army soldiers lying on the ground, Li Yunlong squatted on the ground and choked.
stand up.
As a veteran who has been in the army for more than ten years, Li Yunlong has never seen a tough battle, but this is the first time he has encountered such a tragic scene today. In less than twenty minutes, almost all the soldiers of a company were wiped out.
, which is also extremely rare in his many years of military career.
Seeing Li Yunlong's true feelings revealed, Zhao Gang's eyes flashed with emotion. He walked up to Li Yunlong, knelt down and whispered in his ear: "Old Li, I usually think you are quite smart. Why?"
Today I feel stupid.
There are some things that you can't do, but there are people who can do it. Wouldn't it be great if you just handed these prisoners over to them? And it's not your job to make them round and flat."
"Um?"
Li Yunlong suddenly realized that soon all the wounded and captured Japanese soldiers were taken away, but not to the prisoner camps set up by the Eighth Route Army, but to the prisoner-of-war camp of the Liantai Militia.
After all, everyone knows that the Liantai militia has always had only two ways to capture Japanese prisoners, either to send them to the Japanese National Guard Army or to have their heads chopped off on the spot. There is no third way.
And the most important thing is that the Liantai Militia never wastes medicine on seriously injured Japanese prisoners. Only those who are not injured or slightly injured, and those who spat on the portrait of Emperor Hirohito, write a letter of allegiance, and join the National Defense Army
You will have a chance to survive after waiting for a series of procedures.
As the Japanese positions were captured bit by bit, the Japanese resistance became more intense, which also led to a gradual increase in the casualties of the independent regiment.
Li Yunlong saw this and felt anxious in his heart. In desperation, he called the communications soldier, "Go...bring the phone right away. I want to talk to Brother Gao personally."
Since this communications soldier had just arrived, he was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He didn't understand who Li Yunlong was talking about, Brother Gao.
Zhao Gang on the side was different. When he heard this, he quickly stopped Li Yunlong and said, "Old Li, it is against discipline for you to report beyond the level like this. Maybe the brigade commander will come to deal with you personally."
"What are you afraid of!"
This time Li Yunlong was not afraid anymore and said plausibly: "Didn't you hear what I called him? I talked to him on the phone in a private capacity. No matter how strict the discipline of our Eighth Route Army is, there is no rule against chatting with brothers, right?
If I make some small requests to my brother during the chat, shouldn’t it be considered a violation of discipline?”
Seeing Li Yunlong, who just looked like he was about to kill someone, turn into a rogue again, Zhao Gang, who was familiar with him, knew that his old partner had finally come back to his senses. Seeing Li Yunlong grab the phone brought by the communications soldier, Zhao Gang helplessly shook his head.
.
When it comes to Li Yunlong, the troublemaker, he, the political commissar, sometimes has to turn a blind eye. After all, Boss Zheng also said, it's rare to be confused.
Under the fierce attack of the 386th Brigade, the Japanese positions of the 165th Regiment on Snowflake Mountain continued to be in emergency. Colonel Iketani Misaki, the commander of the regiment, had to ask for tactical guidance from the brigade commander, Major General Nobuo Kojima.
After hearing Iketani Mikisai's report, Kojima Nobuo was furious. Not only did he call him in person to reprimand him, but he also strictly ordered the 165th Regiment on the phone not to take even a step back, otherwise they would have to undergo a caesarean section.
Faced with the brigade commander's strict order, Ikeda Sankisai was stunned for a while, then gritted his teeth and issued the order to stick to it.