Everyone was still asleep. Professor Guo took a piece of cloth and kept wiping the lenses; Zhao Ziqian shrank beside him, not knowing what he thought of; Ma Zhuzi took out a dagger and took a piece of gravel and shook it. Holding the blade, every time it swings, the harsh sound makes people upset; Song Yingjie holds a mushroom leg and turns it over in his hand to look at it. Here, at this time, who can sleep?
Although my body was very tired, I didn't feel sleepy at all. I leaned close to Song Yingjie and said with a smile: "Old Song, are the mushroom legs so beautiful? I can't taste the meat anymore."
Song Yingjie grinned and smiled bitterly. He did not answer me directly, but raised the mushroom leg in his hand and said, "My father is an old soldier. He once told such a story. In 1944, the battle lines moved south. The main force of the Japanese army followed closely behind our army and pursued them fiercely. Since our equipment, supplies and air firepower were inferior to those of Little Japan, and the people had to be evacuated along the way, the journey was slow and we were unable to get rid of Little Japan."
"At that time, my father was a deputy battalion, but the battalion commander and instructor had already died in the battle. The new battalion commander had not yet been appointed, so the actual command power fell into my father's hands. When we were passing through Taihang, in order to cover the smooth transfer of the large troops, my father's The battalion was arranged to block the rear."
I was stunned. I had known that Song Yingjie had been a soldier before, but I didn’t expect that his father had been the deputy battalion commander of the Red Army. At that time, the army was organized in a 3-3 system, with a battalion having three companies and a company having three platoons. , there were three squads in each squad, with four to six people in each squad, and the establishment at that time was very irregular. There were as many as one hundred and ten people in a company. According to this calculation, Mr. Song was in charge of two to three hundred people. By now this official should be quite big! Why didn’t Song Yingjie get retained?
Song Yingjie didn't notice my expression, he still lowered his head and looked at the mushroom legs in his hand, and continued: "It is said to be a battalion, but excluding the wounded who were evacuated with the large troops and the comrades who were killed, in fact there is only one battalion left. There are over a hundred people, and there is a severe lack of armaments. Many of them have less than thirty bullets, and there are a total of one hundred and fifty grenades, which are specially issued by the army."
"At that time, they were ambushing on a mountainside. To pursue the large Red Army troops, the little Japanese had to pass through the trail at the foot of the mountainside. Moreover, the trail was very narrow and could only pass one car at a time. It was an ideal place for an ambush. If Japan can't pass their level, it can't even hope to catch up with the big army."
"After they had laid the mines, the little Japs arrived that afternoon. Just as my father expected, the cars passed by in a queue, followed by the infantry, and the artillery trucks were at the end. Everything went as expected."
"But the strength of Little Japan's troops was much beyond imagination. The cars were lined up like a long queue, and there was so much smoke and dust that it was impossible to see how many there were. When the car at the beginning hit the mine and exploded into pieces, the cars behind it were filled with debris. The convoy hasn’t seen the rear of the car yet.”
"They couldn't control that much anymore, so they started fighting against the traitors. Everyone in their camp was a good shooter. They fired one shot at a time and refused to waste a bullet. In the time of a cigarette, the little devil was beaten back. There are corpses lying at the foot of the mountain, at least two to three hundred, and the blood of the little devil has stained the entire mountain road red."
"Then the little devils started to fight back crazily. A large black mass swarmed up like ants. Bullets whizzed past their heads, ears, and hairlines like rain. No one knew what the next moment would be. Whose turn should it be to see the Lord of Hell?"
"Although there are few of them, they all have accurate marksmanship, one shot at a time, and they are in a commanding position and have rocks as natural bunkers. The most important thing is that everyone hates the little Japs. Anyone who mentions the little Japs will
Their teeth were itching, and when they came face to face, everyone wanted to kill two more, so there was no ambiguity in the fight."