Wang Xuexin was shivering from the cold inside the individual fortifications.
Sometimes he wanted to get up and run, but on the battlefield, such a simple action would risk his life... The Japanese had already deployed snipers on the opposite side, waiting to kill anyone who dared to take the lead.
At this time, Liang Guisheng ran up from behind with his waist crouched, carrying a round ball of wheat stalks in his hand to Wang Xuexin, handed it over and said: "Company Commander, can you keep it warm?"
"What is this?" Wang Xuexin asked, hesitantly took it, and then said "yo": "Is it hot?"
"Isn't it?" Liang Guisheng replied with a smile.
"How did you fix it?" Wang Xuexin asked as he spread his hands on the wheat stalk balls to keep warm.
"Simple!" Liang Guisheng replied: "When you light the fire to burn the rubber, put a few stones in it, and when it is hot, take it out and put it into a pack of wheat stalks and it's done!"
"You have two hands!" Wang Xuexin praised: "You can still think of this method!"
This admiration comes from the heart. The poor in this era always come up with some simple and practical ways to survive.
"This is nothing!" Liang Guisheng raised his head: "We all did this in Heiyun Village back then! It was also very cold in the cave, and we couldn't survive the winter without this thing!"
As he spoke, the smile on Liang Guisheng's face gradually disappeared.
He sighed and said: "Company Commander, to be honest, if we go up the mountain to become bandits, we will be forced to live by the Japanese. We will also live a hard life in the mountain. If there is still a way out, who can
I’d love to stay there!”
Wang Xuexin smiled: "Is joining the Eighth Route Army considered a way to survive?"
"It doesn't count!" Liang Guisheng shook his head and replied honestly: "We are fighting all day long, and we may die one day!"
"Then why did you join the Eighth Route Army?" Wang Xuexin asked.
When he incorporated Heiyun Village, Xie Baoqing gave the bandits the right to choose: go home or join the Eighth Route Army, or continue to hang out in the rivers and lakes, and they can come and go freely according to their destiny.
"You can go home!" Liang Guisheng straightened his waist and replied: "In all the years I have been in Heiyun Village, I have never been allowed to enter the village. I have to be secretive when I return to the village. It is different now! When we go back
I also opened a jar of old wine and drank for a whole night until I was in a mess!"
As he said this, he laughed "hehe" with some tears in his eyes.
Wang Xuexin's nose felt sore as he listened.
After all, it is all the fault of the Japanese. Otherwise, there would be so much helplessness, so much misfortune, and so many wives and children separated.
Modern people like to watch magical dramas for fun when watching this war, but they never think of the hardships and cruelty involved.
Just as I was thinking, there was suddenly the whistling sound of several artillery shells, and the artillery shells exploded in the position.
Wang Xuexin immediately realized that this was a test firing by the Japanese. If the shot was accurate, a large number of shells would come from behind.
So without thinking, he stretched out his hand and pressed Liang Guisheng down...
Then there was a loud roar of artillery shells, large and small and of various types, falling around like hailstones.
Vibrations were heard, and several artillery shells were even fired in front of them. Wang Xuexin and Liang Guisheng could only lie tightly motionless.
At this time, a black shadow flew over, and Wang Xuexin was startled. He instinctively thought that the enemy was rushing up through the artillery fire. After a closer look, he found that it was a soldier who was hit by the artillery shell and thrown towards him.
His limbs had been blown away, leaving only his torso, covered in blood, and his face was shattered into several pieces, like a broken mirror covered with bloody cracks.
What's even more frightening is that he is still alive. Wang Xuexin can clearly see his body twisting and struggling, as if he wants to get up or cover his wounds, but he can't.
Wang Xuexin was confused or at a loss at that moment, and Liang Guisheng was almost the same. They didn't know what to do to make the soldier feel better, so they could only lie there and quietly watch his painful twitches, one after another.
, and finally stopped moving.
The sound of the cannon followed one after another, lifting up layers of sand, covering the body like waves, and finally disappeared, as if it had never happened.
After a while, the sound of artillery stopped. Wang Xuexin's ears buzzed. He could only see Xie Baoqing waving and shouting in front of him but did not hear any sound.
Wang Xuexin jumped up and jumped forward, grabbing his rifle. He ran to Xie Baoqing and popped up to take a look. He saw a large number of Japanese soldiers crossing the river under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles and launching an offensive in skirmish formation. They were densely packed everywhere.
A flexible and progressive devil.
Wang Xuexin's heart condensed. In contrast, Wang Xuexin hoped to face enemy tanks rather than infantry, because the Japanese tanks were slow and slow in tactics, and the independent regiment had rocket launchers to restrain them and could win by cleverness.
As for the Japanese infantry... what matters is quality, coordination, and individual equipment, and these are what the Eighth Route Army lacks.
Masaki Tatsuo made two points before ordering the attack:
1. Use grenades to deal with enemy mines, whether they are bullet mines or shotgun mines.
Two, kill all the enemies!
As for the task of capturing the enemy's "spray bombs" assigned by superiors, if all the enemies are killed, then of course they can be captured.
Masaki Tatsuo is a traditional commander. Like most imperial officers, he believes in spiritual victory tactics. However, Masaki Tatsuo is more traditional and extreme. He does not even believe in the role of advanced equipment on the battlefield, thinking that they are just unnecessary.
Auxiliary.
The thinking of people like Masaki Tatsuo is very simple. They think that if they have advanced equipment, then sooner or later the enemy will have corresponding weapons to restrain this equipment. Two-phase restraint is equivalent to no one, so what will ultimately play a decisive role on the battlefield is
People, specifically, are the will, spirit and quality of soldiers.
There is some truth to this idea. War can never ignore the importance of people. It is the combination of people and equipment.
But it is undeniable that with the advancement of science and technology, people's role on the battlefield has become less and less. To use an extreme example, a person who has never been on the battlefield may be killed by just pressing a button.
Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of well-trained soldiers.
At this time, Masaki Tatsuo certainly did not agree with this.
He believed that the battle before him would be a clear proof of his point of view... If the chariot troops could not capture the enemy's position but he did it, wouldn't it mean that people are more important?
He will use this battle to give those radicals who have exhausted the resources of the empire because of their admiration for Western weapons and equipment a hard slap in the face. It is best to wake them up!
Therefore, Masaki Tatsuo set up his headquarters only one thousand meters away from the front line.
Here, he can better observe the battle situation and make adjustments according to the situation. More importantly, he can inspire his soldiers to fight bravely!