One person's escape can lead a group of people to escape. Some people kneel on the ground and surrender. The Japanese army will not let these people go. The Japanese devils rarely keep prisoners on the battlefield. When they meet people, they basically shoot and kill them, even if they keep prisoners.

, that can only mean that a group of new soldiers have come to their army.

These prisoners were used for bayonet practice for the Japanese recruits.

It was already ten minutes after Xia Yuan led them out of the yard. They packed up all their weapons and equipment. The ammunition was concentrated in several bullet clips, grenades were tied to their bodies, and they carried the weapons seized from the Japanese on their backs.

They came with quilts and helmets, and behind each of them were several Japanese Type 38 rifles.

Different from the scholars and others, Xia Yuan had several bayonets tied to his waist and carried them in a bayonet box.

"Brother Xia, the Japanese are coming!"

The scholar came out of the alley far away in a panic, looking nervous.

Xia Yuan sent the scholar to investigate in the alley ahead. It was very inconvenient for him to move with Xu Liu. He didn't expect that the news would come out so soon.

"You read that right, are you sure they are Japanese soldiers?"

"You read that right, they are Japanese soldiers, with flags hanging on their bayonets." The scholar said breathlessly.

It was a bit difficult for him to carry so many things.

Niu Hai supported Xu Liu, but he couldn't walk fast at all. He nervously looked at the direction in which the scholar had discovered the Japanese Japs.

"Where are our people?" Xia Yuan asked calmly.

"I don't know, I can't see. It's too dark, and it's raining. I can only hear gunshots, but I can't see anyone." The scholar tightened his loosened rifle and said, "Brother Xia, let's run quickly. If you don't run,

, the Japanese devils caught up."

"Are there many Japanese Japs?" Xia Yuan asked again.

"I can't see clearly. I can vaguely see a shadow moving around." The scholar added.

"Send the squad leader to the rear first, and then read the orders from the superiors."

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the front and staggered to the ground. The moment he appeared, Xia Yuan raised his gun and aimed at the figure. The scholar also raised his gun and took aim.

Hook it on the trigger and pull the trigger at any time.

Xia Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he signaled Niu Hai to put down his gun: "One of our own, go over and take a look."

When they approached, the scholar couldn't help being surprised when he saw the appearance of the person coming: "Ah Liu, why are you here? Where is our platoon leader?"

Ah Liu lay on the ground, struggled to stand up, and then fell into a puddle of mud. Only then did they realize that his stomach had been punched through, and he was bleeding. He was still breathing heavily, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't want to die.

, I’m scared.”

The scholar squatted on the ground, looked at the bullet hole in Ah Liu's belly tremblingly, and said, "No, he won't die. You won't die."

Ah Liu is a soldier of the second class. He usually trains next to the scholar, and he is one of the few soldiers who has a good relationship with the scholar. But now, he appears in front of them with a serious injury. He may not survive.

"Where's the platoon leader? What happened over there?" Xia Yuan immediately asked Platoon Leader Zhao about the situation there.

"We were attacked by the Japanese and dispersed by the Japanese. We were all dead. Chen Chunbao died and Ma Ding died. I was hit by the Japanese and passed out. When I woke up, there were corpses everywhere.

, I ran out, but I had no strength left."

Ah Liu was slightly out of breath when he spoke. He was hit by a bullet in the abdomen and was still alive. He was probably unconscious for a short time. The Japanese thought he was dead. In addition, it was dark and it was raining lightly, so he couldn't see clearly.

He escaped alive, but whether he can survive is still a question.

Xia Yuan took out the hemostatic bandage seized from the Japanese and planned to make a simple bandage for Ah Liu. After tearing open his clothes, he discovered that Ah Liu's wound was more serious than imagined.

The Type 38 rifle uses 6.5x50mm semi-rimmed Arisaka rifle bullets. Some people say that this thing is too lethal. It seems that many misunderstandings about the lethality of small-caliber rifle bullets are related to this bullet, but in fact this is very serious.

mistake.

Even some magazines from the 1990s to some military documentaries this year have mentioned this, saying that there is a tendency to fly too steadily, and it is difficult to destabilize the human body when hitting it, and the injury effect is poor. This is actually correct, and there is a certain degree of validity.

According to this, in the current Internet age, this kind of bullet has been over-interpreted. It is said that the Japanese army at that time pursued penetrating power too much, resulting in the bullet having strong penetrating power but insufficient stopping effect. Then it was interpreted that "the Japanese army retreated with bayonets."

The bullet is to prevent over-penetration from killing friendly forces."

At the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century, the emergence of smokeless gunpowder and the arms competition triggered by conflicts among European countries jointly drove the rapid development of the world's small arms industry. Smokeless gunpowder replaced black powder and became the most popular propellant. The caliber of bullets also generally changed from

From 10mm to 7~8mm, some countries do it entirely to reduce the weight of ammunition, save raw materials and reduce recoil.

For example, Japan, which is short of resources, has reduced the caliber to 6.5mm.

The early 6.5mm Arisaka bullet was a white copper-jacketed round-nose bullet. In the early 20th century, Japan caught up with the trend of pointed bullets and changed the 6.5mm SR to a pointed bullet. The muzzle velocity of this bullet was only 770m/s. At that time, the rifle bullet

The medium muzzle velocity is not high. In addition, the warhead is relatively light, the velocity storage performance is poor, and the rifling twist of the 38 cap is very small, so the bullet spins quickly after exiting the chamber, has a tendency to fly overly stably, and carries little kinetic energy.

The center of gravity is too far forward, so it is easy to pass straight through.

The reason is that the front part of the pointed bullet has thicker armor and the rear part of the armor is thinner.

Such a structure makes the warhead have an unexpected wounding effect at close range. When it hits the human body, the second half of the lead core is squeezed forward and deformed due to inertia, causing the thin armor to rupture. The warhead will expand and deform, thereby losing stability.

, greatly enhances the release of energy, increases the area of ​​the wound, and can even break a person's arm with one shot at close range.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although Ah Liu was only hit by one shot by the Japanese army, the wound from this shot was very large, and his stomach was torn open. It is really amazing that he can survive until now.

A miracle.

Xia Yuan was helpless and silently put away the hemostatic bandages. There were not many hemostatic bandages seized from the Japanese soldiers, and Ah Liu was completely hopeless.

A Liu had a miserable look on his face, as if he had a premonition of something, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"I, I don't want to die."

He struggled and held on, but in the face of the passage of life, all struggles seemed so small and fragile. He lost his breath and lay there quietly, his expression still showing unwillingness.

The scholar looked at Ah Liu and then looked back at Xia Yuan.

"Let's go!" Xia Yuan put on the bandages, holding a gun and staring at the direction of the gunshots and explosions, and immediately said: "Let's find a place to hide, we can't continue to retreat, wait for the main force of the national army."

After launching an attack on the Japanese army, we came out again to look for opportunities."

After a pause, he said again: "Niu Hai, you will send the squad leader to the rear later."

"Why."

Walking along the broken streets, like a group of headless flies, Xia Yuan was not worried about what happened to the recruit camp. This was something they had to experience. The street fighting during the night attack was actually quite good. The Japanese heavy artillery and aircraft could not be used.

, the Japanese army could only use infantry to block the national army that attacked at night.

If they attract the firepower of the Japanese army during the day, it will be different from tonight. Not only will they encounter Japanese infantry attacks, they will also encounter Japanese heavy artillery and aircraft bombings in turn. The number of casualties in the recruit camp will be even higher than now.

quick.

Although it is cruel, at least some people can survive the street fighting.

Xia Yuan's only worry was the Japanese blocking troops. The street fighting situation was relatively complicated, and the roaring gunfire had a great impact on hearing and positioning. Under such circumstances, he could only rely on night vision and

Hawkeye comes to deal with the Japanese. Once surrounded by the Japanese, he may die.

"Scholar, keep an eye on it, I'll take a look from the front."

The gunshots in front were fierce and the sound of grenades was very loud. Xia Yuan asked them to hide in the ruins aside, while he held a gun and groped forward along the broken streets, stepping on the rubble. There were national and Japanese troops all along the way.

Some of the corpses left behind were lying on broken walls, some leaning against the ruins, and some soaked in stagnant water.

Fallen guns were everywhere. Xia Yuan had no time to take care of them. He pulled a grenade from the corpse of the Japanese soldier and continued to touch it. Soon, he was close to the location where China and Japan were fighting. He took a closer look and saw the Japanese soldiers in the distance.

The fighting was between the first and second platoons led by Platoon Leader Zhao. They were hiding in a two-story building and staring in the direction of the street. The Japanese troops kept throwing grenades into the house, and the dull explosions rolled up a lot of smoke and rubble.

Rush out of the room window.

As the Japanese troops charged, muzzle flashes of gunfire flashed through the gaps between windows and broken walls, and bullets disappeared into the darkness.

This is a detachment of Japanese troops. They have surrounded this two-story building. Grenades and grenade launchers are firing at the house. The defenders are obviously unable to hold on any longer. The gate of the courtyard has been captured. The new barracks rush out.

Soldiers were also shot to death by Japanese troops. Their bodies were piled at the door like a hill. Blood mixed with rainwater flowed down the high slopes to the low areas.

Platoon Leader Zhao's body was covered with a lot of dust. The blood flowing from his ears and the corners of his eyes had solidified, mixed with dust, and turned brown. It formed strange marks on his earthy gray skin, all over his face and neck.

superior.

His arm was penetrated by broken shrapnel and he was unconscious. He placed a gun on the broken wall, fired the bullet in one hand, and pressed the butt of the gun against his chest to pull the bolt, with murderous intent on his face.

After all the bullets were fired, he looked at the resisting soldiers all around, lying on the floor of the room in a mess, on the broken walls, the living people were injured, leaning against the corner and breathing heavily, making a whooshing sound in their throats.

, there was blood blocking the organs, the gun was thrown aside, and the room was too dark to see their expressions.

Platoon Leader Zhao knew in his heart that these people were afraid that they would not survive, so he only held on to his breath and nostalgia for this world, holding them together without leaving.

"Is there anyone who can say anything?"

"have."

The person who spoke was a little soldier. His face was covered in blood, and blood flowed out of his nose and ears. It mixed with the floating dust, forming brown marks that stuck to his face.

"Are there any bullets left?" Platoon Leader Zhao leaned his back against the wall behind him and slowly sat on the ground. He glanced at the broken arm. The broken shrapnel tore open the clothes and flesh, and the blood had already soaked the clothes.

The wound was not treated and blood flowed out when it was pulled.

"Platoon leader, we're out of bullets," the little soldier said.

"Go find and pick up the fallen guns in the room, look at their magazines and see if they still have bullets on them. If you can find one round, it's one round. We can't let the Japanese devils know that we have no bullets.

, otherwise they will advance more ferociously and without any scruples."
To be continued...