At 12:00 midnight, Zhang Sixing escaped from the Japanese soldiers chasing him.
In fact, now that the war is about to end, the lower-level soldiers on both sides are showing a certain laziness from the bottom of their hearts.
It is a pity that the battles to break out of the encirclement and retreat and to block the breakout and retreat are still rampant on this ghostly battlefield of Shanghai at midnight.
Red bullets flew across the ruins of the house, the shells exploded, the fire flashed, and the soldiers who were hit screamed.
War has always been so cruel, and war has never changed.
Putting away the periscope reconnaissance scope, the body hidden in the corner was exposed in the flash of artillery fire, looking like a "human wolf" like Zhang Sihang.
"That should be the 92nd Infantry Artillery Squadron. Who are they fighting? They need a large group to surround them."
At this time, the Japanese standing divisions participated in the war. Each brigade would have a two-gun artillery squad.
Knowing in his heart that the Battle of Songhu was coming to an end, Zhang Sixing didn't think he could accomplish anything big.
But if they were trapped in enemy lines and perished with no ammunition or food, why not retreat to Sihang Warehouse and join the defenders there.
After all, one veteran is more useful than ten new recruits, and he knows it very well as he has led soldiers.
Thinking of this, he dropped the pipe in his hands and lowered his body as low as possible, slowly approaching the Japanese defense line in front.
The Japanese's front is facing away from me, which is very advantageous, but they have a lot of people.
After observing for a while, we already had a clear assault target.
It was a field fortification with only about a dozen soldiers from an infantry detachment (squad).
Including two crooked light machine guns and ordinary riflemen, not even grenades.
Well, the clothes are a bit strange, different from ordinary Japanese soldiers.
Not the Japanese Army?
"Bang"
A loud voice came from the hiding place just now.
Because of doubts, Zhang Sixing missed the time for the firecrackers to explode.
He rubbed his arm on the ground, revealing the huge luminous watch on his wrist.
12:08 midnight
Fortunately, the first explosion of firecrackers did not attract the attention of the Japanese soldiers in the field fortifications, thinking it was the sound of shooting from their companions.
Not long after, behind their lines, there was another loud bang, this time attracting the attention of the Japanese soldiers.
The machine gunner was lying on the crooked handle, looking like he had been shot in the head.
"Behind, there are Chinese soldiers behind."
In the fortifications, the Japanese soldiers' babbling shouts came, and Zhang Sixing, who was proficient in Japanese, was secretly proud.
I have not prepared these twenty-four years in vain. I have prepared four foreign languages alone: Japanese, German, English, and French.
He lay motionless on the ground, the cloth strips on his body moving in the wind like a pile of withered grass.
Occasionally, my eyes will glance at the huge luminous watch exposed at the cuffs.
The luminous dot on the top of the second hand moves.
Twenty seconds.
Firecrackers exploded, the barrel of the sniper gun in his hand shook slightly, and a 6.5mm bullet sprayed out of the barrel with a pop.
The deputy gunner who was holding the handle crookedly and trying to divert the shooting direction fell down.
To be precise, this is the habit of the Germans, and it is also the habit of Zhang Sixing now.
Perhaps Platoon Leader Tao and the others would not understand that the burning time is accurately marked on those incense sticks.
My eyes glanced at the luminous watch again.
Ten seconds, five seconds...
"Bang"
Under the night, exploding firecrackers burst into flames.
The 38-gun with a silencer in the shadow made no sound.
In the field fortification, when the secondary shooter of another machine gun with positive pressure fell down, some Japanese were already shouting.
"That...isn't like the flash of a rifle shot..."
However, no one paid attention to him. The soldiers who had been highly nervous on the battlefield for many days could not even think of distinguishing.
A dozen Japanese soldiers raised their rifles and fired at the firecrackers in a "ping-pong-pong" motion.
"Bang"
Another firecracker exploded, and another machine gunner fell down in the field fortification.
At this time, Japanese soldiers took over and fired continuously at the place where the firecrackers were exploding.
Firefly-like tracer bullets emitted a bright, sharp "chirp" sound and quickly passed by Zhang Sixing's side.
There was the sound of firecrackers exploding behind him, and he retracted his arms and sleeves to cover the dial of the luminous watch on his cuffs, then lowered his head to hide his face, leaving only his peripheral vision.
He waited quietly, and the Japanese who were attacked would definitely go check it out.
Well, it's possible that they all will go, after all, there aren't many of them left.
In the dim night, with the light of distant flares, several shadowy figures could be seen on both sides.
They were bent over, their fighting movements were not very skillful, and their tactics were still the old two-line double team.
The goal is the last bit of incense that is almost burned out.
A somewhat proud Zhang Sixing stared at the field fortifications through the gaps in the cloth strips on his helmet.
There were many people there, and it was obvious that the Japanese had left some people behind.
"Boom, boom, boom," the sound of leather running by sounded. You don't have to look to see that it's Japanese.
Although German armorers also wear leather shoes, the workmanship of domestically produced leather shoes is poor and insufficient, so they are only worn during military parades.
Soldiers who go to the battlefield would rather spend money to get a pair of Jai Alai, or simply get a pair of old cloth shoes.
When the Japanese soldiers ran past him, Zhang Sixing glanced sideways at their clothes.
Some are wearing Japanese Army uniforms, and some are wearing blue military uniforms. It's quite chaotic...a miscellaneous army?
No matter who it was, Zhang Sixing waited quietly for about half a minute, then suddenly jumped up and strode towards the field fortifications.
The Japanese soldiers who went to search should be staring at the air in a daze.
They would not be interested in broken firecrackers, and the incense sticks would have been lost in the night wind.
Fifteen meters away, Zhang Sixing, who was running like a "wolf", threw a rock to scare people.
Using the time it took to throw the stone, he quickly shortened the distance between himself and the field fortifications.
In a ghostly battlefield, not to mention the wolf-like outfit and inhuman speed, even if someone throws a stone at you, you will be scared to death.
Amidst the faint "clang, clang, clang" sound of mechanical collision, I quickly came to the vicinity of the field fortifications.
The Japanese occupied this place very hastily, and sandbags were mainly blocked in the direction of the building.
In the darkness, before he could get close, a Japanese soldier suddenly emerged from the field fortifications.
He slammed his hand on his helmet, and then something was thrown out.
Zhang Sixing, who was experienced in the battlefield, gave a strong kick with his feet. He flew more than five meters away and reached the soldier in two steps.
Facing the fear in his eyes, the bear claw blade in his hand swiped across his raised arm before it could be retracted.
"ah"
The Japanese soldier screamed in agony, his young face under the pale light of the flare, and fear made his facial muscles strangely distorted.
"boom"
The grenade he threw exploded, the bear claw blade penetrated the heart like a bear claw, and the life disappeared together with the explosion.
The one who was killed at least knew how to throw a grenade.
The other soldier who stayed behind simply cowered in the corner of the trench in fear, holding a bayonet in his trembling hand.
Taking a step of two meters, the cloth strips on his body and head were flying.
Looking from the field office, there is only a wolf-like silhouette of a man.
The Japanese soldier huddled in the corner was so frightened that he cried out, and the bayonet in his hand shook like grass in the autumn wind.
Zhang Sixing, who remained silent, stretched out his hand and grasped the bayonet with much greater strength than the Japanese soldier.
The Japanese soldier, who probably thought he had encountered a ghost, had tears all over his face, his mouth wide open but no sound came out.
Zhang Sixing took the bayonet from his hand and threw it away, causing a series of tiny crashing sounds on the broken bricks and tiles.
Perhaps because of these sounds, or because another illumination bomb hit the sky, the fear in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers quickly dissipated.
Of course, it was more likely that the tiny light emitted from the edge of the black, curved bear claw blade that was about to pass over his neck woke him up.