What Wang Xuexin was actually playing was "building a plank road in the open and crossing Chencang secretly". He was obviously the tiger in front and led more than 20 people to fight with bayonets, but secretly he and Liu Dazuo climbed over the hill and appeared behind the Japanese.
Wang Xuexin didn't hesitate at all after climbing the hill. He took out the box cannon from his waist and rushed forward along the steep hill by climbing or jumping.
Liu Dazuo was also smart. He drew the sword from behind and followed Wang Xuexin closely.
When he ran to the other side of the hill, Wang Xuexin quickly glanced at the battlefield. The situation was exactly as he imagined. The Japanese formed a half circle to protect three ammunition trucks and were fighting with Huzi and his men on bayonets...
In fact, it is not difficult to guess that the task of the Japs is to protect the ammunition. Since it is to protect the ammunition, they must stand in front of the cars to prevent the Eighth Route Army from blowing them up.
This sounds ironic: the Eighth Route Army was worried that the Japanese would blow up the ammunition, and the Japanese were also worried that the Eighth Route Army would blow up the ammunition, and then both hoped to blow it up at the last moment.
Soon after, Wang Xuexin jumped down from the hill with a "fly". While he was still in the air, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger. With a "bang" sound, a bayonet was about to thrust into the chest of the Eighth Route Army soldier.
The assassin who stabbed him was knocked to the ground.
The box cannon used round-nose pistol bullets, which had weak penetrating power. Wang Xuexin did not need to worry that it would penetrate the enemy and accidentally injure one of his own people.
Just as I was thinking about it, my feet landed firmly on the iron plate of the front of the car.
During World War II, the country's automobile industry was still in its infancy and could not produce qualified cars. At this time, they equipped a large number of Yankee Ford cars... American products are nothing to say, the quality is excellent!
On the other hand, it is also because the Japanese always like to put a man on the roof of the car to mount a machine gun, so the roof of the car is very strong. When Wang Xuexin jumped from the hillock, it only sank slightly, which acted as a buffer.
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Then the box cannon in Wang Xuexin's hand was opened, and there was a chaotic "bang bang" sound, and the Japanese fell down one after another.
Wang Xuexin learned how to shoot this cannon from the guard company commander Chen Fujun, that is, when Wang Xuexin worked with him to prepare the tunnel.
While holding the gun, Chen Fujun said to Wang Xuexin: "If you want to use a box gun, you should hold it sideways. Why? The muzzle of this thing will jump up every time it fires. If there is a row of enemies,
In front of you, this gun will jump one after another... You only need to adjust the muzzle slightly, and you are guaranteed to mow down a large area!"
Wang Xuexin thought the same thing. If he held the gun firmly, the muzzle would jump in a different direction, and it would be too slow to adjust the muzzle.
At this moment, Wang Xuexin was using this style of fighting, and he knocked down four or five in the blink of an eye.
Liu Dazuo was not bad either. He jumped on the roof of another car. As soon as his feet touched the roof, he did another beautiful somersault and flipped off the car... Wang Xuexin saw his action from the corner of his eye and was heartbroken.
He cursed secretly, "Damn it, this is fighting the Japanese. Do you think you are making a big show?".
However, Liu Dazuo didn't hesitate at all. He raised his sword with two clicks and chopped down the two Japanese who had their backs to him.
These dozen Japanese soldiers were fighting with their bayonets with all their strength. Who would have thought that two deadly plague gods suddenly jumped out from behind and were knocked down by Wang Xuexin. They panicked and were distracted, but they were surrounded by Hu Zi and others.
He went up and stabbed randomly with his bayonet.
Seeing that the situation was decided, Wang Xuexin jumped out of the car... He didn't dare to stay on the roof of the car for too long. Although the place had a good view and was condescending, it was also very conspicuous. A cold shot could be fired from nowhere and it would be over.
At this moment, Wang Xuexin saw a Japanese soldier lying in a pool of blood on the right move his hand. He quickly raised the box cannon and fired two more shots.
But it was too late, a grenade rolled next to the car's fuel tank...
At that moment, Wang Xuexin's mind was blank, as if he was suddenly thinking about nothing, as if he was just waiting for the grenade to explode and end everything.
At this critical moment, a figure flew up and pressed on the grenade. With a "boom", the figure bounced more than one meter high under the shock wave of the grenade before falling again.
"Zhou Ping!" Huzi shouted and rushed forward.
At this time, Wang Xuexin knew that the figure was Zhou Ping, the third squad leader, the guy who originally came to the army to collect information and went around to inquire about information.
By the time Wang Xuexin stepped forward, Huzi had already turned Zhou Ping over.
The bloody mess on the chest and abdomen was horrific. Zhou Ping looked pale and vomited blood. He looked at Wang Xuexin and said intermittently: "Platoon... Platoon leader, beat... beat the Japanese..."
As he spoke, he tilted his head and lost his voice.
Wang Xuexin stood up slowly and ordered: "Follow up the attack, no one will be left alive!"
"Yes!" the soldiers responded, and stabbed the nearby Japanese corpse with bayonets again.
In this battle, six people in the platoon died, five of whom fell under the Japanese bayonets, and only Zhou Ping died because of throwing a grenade.
Although casualties are normal on the battlefield, you should be used to it by now.
But Zhou Ping's sacrifice was a bit special. He died to protect his comrades and protect ammunition. This made the soldiers feel that they owed him a life but had no chance to repay it.
Wang Xuexin is no exception.
So he tried to find out something from Zhou Ping to find clues about his family, but in the end he found nothing.
Huzi said this: "We can't even recognize the characters, so how can we have any trust in our bodies!"
"So." Wang Xuexin asked: "How do you tell your family if your comrade is going to die?"
"The instructor is still registering." Huzi replied: "But..."
As he spoke, Huzi shook his head and said, "Zhou Ping's family has long been gone. He used to do intelligence work in enemy-occupied areas. His identity was exposed and he escaped. His family..."
Wang Xuexin couldn't help but fell silent.
He seemed to understand why Zhou Ping's last words before his death were still "fight the Japanese".
Wang Xuexin guessed that Zhou Ping did not tell the whole story. He should have told Wang Xuexin to fight more Japanese for him.
This may be the only reason Zhou Ping lives in this world.
Later, Wang Xuexin realized that his guess was correct, and after the war the instructor came to see Wang Xuexin.
The instructor said this: "Don't put too much burden on Comrade Zhou Ping's sacrifice. He has always had the idea of fighting the Japanese to death, and even wanted to hold a grenade and die together with the Japanese. We discovered this and made his thoughts
The work made him realize that he should stay calm and remain useful in the long-term struggle against the Japanese. This time, he chose to sacrifice himself to save everyone, and he finally got his wish!"
After hearing this, Wang Xuexin didn't know what to say.
He never imagined that Zhou Ping, who usually laughed and liked to inquire about all kinds of gossip, would have such an experience and burden.
Perhaps, it was precisely because of the unsuppressable pain that he tried to find ways to enrich himself.
At the same time, Wang Xuexin also thought about something: there may be many soldiers like Zhou Ping in the army.
Because Wang Xuexin could see the anger, hatred, and pain buried deep in the eyes of the soldiers.
If anything can make up for this, it should be the blood and corpses of the Japanese.