It’s no wonder that after five bullets were fired from the trumpet, it felt so amazing.
The Eighth Route Army had poor equipment and supplies, and its average training level was only about five rounds of ammunition.
Due to the severe shortage of ammunition, most people use "reloaded bullets."
The so-called "reloading bullets" are to collect shot shells on the battlefield, screen out the deformed and cracked ones, and then reload the primers, black powder, and hand-ground warheads into bullets.
This kind of bullet is only mediocrely usable, and is much worse than the original bullets used by the Japanese.
It was once shown in the TV series that the political commissar Zhao Gang hit several Japanese soldiers at a distance of 150 meters... This should be the reloading bullet made in the border area, because its range is only 200 meters, and it can shoot at a distance of 150 meters.
It is not easy to hit the target at a distance of 150 meters.
Wang Xuexin carried ten original bullets in his pocket.
This was Wang Xuexin's reward for capturing the Japanese scouts.
When he thought about this, Wang Xuexin felt a little unbalanced. Each of the eleven captured Japanese soldiers carried more than a hundred rounds of ammunition. When all was calculated, there were more than a thousand rounds. So he only awarded ten rounds?
Isn't this robbery?
What about "whoever seizes it shall belong to him"?
It’s obviously just to fool people!
Holding the neck horn, he turned left and right in the trench, and from time to time he had to dodge the grenades fired from the grenades in the direction of the Japanese... The Japanese probably realized that firing grenades in this way would not have much effect, so they fired less.
Soon, Wang Xuexin rushed to a position about fifty meters away from the enemy's position with a small loudspeaker.
Wang Xuexin originally wanted to go further, but after thinking about it, he stopped and leaned on the trench.
"What's wrong?" The small speaker whose way was blocked by Wang Xuexin carefully stuck out his head and looked forward, then quickly retracted his head and asked: "Can you hear clearly from this far away? Do you want to go a little further?"
"It's better if you can't hear clearly!" Wang Xuexin looked back at the small speaker: "Isn't your voice loud enough?"
"What, me?" Xiao Xiaoxiao was a little surprised: "I don't know how to talk much, can I do it?"
Xiao Xiaoxiao thought to himself that Xiao Dongbei had committed the old habit of being timid again. He was too frightened to come forward just by shouting.
What's there to be afraid of?
Use a crooked neck and a loudspeaker to shout without looking in!
"It can be done!" Wang Xuexin replied, and then he taught the trumpet a few words on the spot, and then said: "If the Japanese call back, you should answer 'I don't understand', 'Louder', or 'Say it again' or something like that.
That’s it!”
"What?" The little speaker was a little strange, it seemed that the leader didn't say that.
"No, what? You heard me right!" After a pause, Wang Xuexin added: "I'll add a can for you later, okay?"
Xiao Xiaoxiao's eyes immediately lit up: "Okay, how about... add two more?"
"Go away!"
The small loudspeaker found a position in the middle of the trench, slowly stretched out the horn, and then shouted:
"Captain Yamazaki, uh... the leader of our regiment, Li Yunlong."
"Knowing that your Excellency is a warrior family, Captain Li is willing to, uh... duel with you."
"If you lose, stop attacking..."
Li Yunlong, who was preparing to watch the show at the bottom of the slope, was stunned when he heard the shouts of "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh." Although he couldn't understand the Japs' words, he could still tell that they were incoherent, so he turned around and shouted to Li Dachui:
"Li Dachui, doesn't this little Northeaster know how to speak Japanese language?".
"What are you talking about?"
"Why is it that the shit is coming out bit by bit?"
Li Dachui covered his ears with his hands and listened carefully in the direction of the high ground, then replied: "Captain, the one who is shouting is not Xiao Dongbei, but the small loudspeaker!"
Li Yunlong felt doubtful in his heart.
What is this little Northeast doing?
You were looking pretty good just now, but you become intimidated as soon as you enter the battlefield?
It’s impossible not to change this habit of being greedy for life and afraid of death. We have to find a way to cure this kid!
Thinking about this, Li Yunlong picked up the telescope and looked up the slope for a while. When he couldn't find anyone, he ordered Li Dachui: "Go up here and ask Xiao Dongbei what the hell is going on! If it doesn't work, just do it.
I'll call you back! Don't be embarrassed by staying up there!"
"Yes!" Li Dachui responded and ran up the hillside, cursing in his mind why this little Northeastern man had lost control at this critical moment. What a rare opportunity! Now, our enemy's engineering department has just given a good impression to the regimental commander.
, a fire burned it all...
But after running a few steps, he was called back by the political commissar.
The political commissar ignored Li Dachui. He held up a telescope to observe and said to Li Yunlong: "On the right side of the trench, the dead tree, do you see it?"
Li Yunlong raised the telescope and took a look, and sure enough he saw Xiao Dongbei in front of the dead tree. He was squatting half-crouched, holding his rifle and leaning quietly against the dead tree. Although he did nothing, he looked like a man ready to move.
The bow and arrow fired can deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.
Looking at Li Yunlong, he laughed "hehehe": "This kid probably has itchy hands and wants to pick up a Japs!"
At this time, the Japanese responded, speaking in Japanese: "Your Excellency, Commander Li of the Eighth Route Army, I am grateful for your bravery in fighting against your army..."
Before he could say a few words, the small speaker interrupted Wang Xuexin as instructed: "What? Please speak slower!"
"The captain is deeply honored by your challenge..."
"Please say it again!"
"I would like to learn swordsmanship with you, but I have no choice but to attend to military affairs..."
"Great, the captain agreed?"
…
The two of them were talking to each other randomly, and what they originally said was only one minute, but they still didn't make it clear after ten minutes.
Yamazaki Sosuke was sitting nearby, frowning and observing the battle.
The situation was not optimistic for the Japanese army. Originally, he had a chance of winning, but when the opponent built trenches with one side high and one side low and dug them in front of him, he felt even more pressure.
This trench instantly shortened the distance between the enemy and ourselves to only thirty meters.
Yamazaki Sosuke knew what this meant. It meant that the enemy's grenades could be thrown into the Japanese position, it meant that the enemy could rush into the position and fight hand-to-hand without the Japanese being able to stop it, and it meant that the Japanese soldiers would fall one by one until they completely lost their combat effectiveness.
However, I, Yamazaki Sosuke, will not compromise!
At this time, the Eighth Route Army called for a duel... Yamazaki Sosuke thought this was more like an ultimatum, an ultimatum for them to surrender.
This is fantasy. Yamazaki Sosuke was ready to fight until the last moment. His only regret was that he failed to blow up the enemy's arsenal as he wished.
There is another regret: I didn’t bring a translator with me when I came out, so I kept talking for a long time without making it clear:
"Since Captain Yamazaki agrees, let's make an appointment."
"No no..."
"If it's inconvenient for you, then we can definitely do it!"
“No location required!”
"If you don't want a location, just set a time."
…
The little trumpet gives full play to his glib accent. If he can't defeat the instructor, how can he defeat the Japanese?
Yamazaki couldn't bear it anymore. He yelled "bastard", grabbed the trumpet from his subordinates, stuck out his head and shouted: "Mine, Li Yunlong's, no duel! Hand-to-hand combat, come up, come up..."
Before he finished speaking, Yamazaki noticed something unusually shaking under the dead tree from the corner of his eye. He quickly tried to retract his head to avoid it, but it was already too late.
There was a "bang" gunshot, Yamazaki's head tilted, and a bloody arrow burst out from the other side, and then his whole body collapsed in the trench like a balloon that had been emptied of air.
Before falling down, a thought flashed through Yamazaki's mind: "So that's it, I fell into a trap!"