Bayonets with a cold glow pierced the cool morning light, and a large number of Japanese soldiers wearing heavy steel helmets appeared in the swirling smoke outside Wangjiazhuang. They were freshly replaced troops, and at this moment they were facing Wangjiazhuang with their guns drawn and bowed.
Advance cautiously.
The student recruit Wang Zikun fell asleep deeply in the middle of the night. The tragic and heroic stories told by Yang Ling moved him deeply. He buried his fear of war and death deep in his heart and found Yang Ling early in the morning.
, hoping to join the battle with the veterans.
Yang Ling can clearly feel the change in Wang Zikun's mentality. Veterans have sacrificed in large numbers, and the country is still suffering. In the face of this difficult moment, someone has to stand up and continue fighting, and Wang Zikun can take the initiative to shoulder this responsibility.
, he was very pleased.
Although these knowledgeable and educated student soldiers like Wang Zikun were treasures in Yang Ling's eyes, he deliberately trained them as officers and they would also be the backbone and backbone of the army in the future.
But Yang Ling also understands the truth that flowers in the greenhouse can never withstand wind and rain, and the cruel battlefield is the best training ground. If these student soldiers can survive on this battlefield, they will definitely have great achievements in the future.
Yang Ling did not refuse Wang Zikun's request, and immediately transferred him to the reconnaissance platoon under Wang Beard Company as a reconnaissance soldier, hoping that he could grow up step by step in grassroots battles.
Wang Zikun was very happy that he could be transferred to the reconnaissance platoon of the combat company. He immediately went to the company commander Wang Huzi to report excitedly. Although Wang Zikun was also named Wang, Wang Huzi was not happy. There was going to be a war soon.
What's the point of inserting a new recruit into your company? Isn't this nonsense?
Although Wang Huzi was dissatisfied, since it was the battalion commander Yang Ling's personal order, he couldn't say anything. He just asked the reconnaissance platoon leader Shunzi to take more care of the recruit, so that he wouldn't be killed by the Japanese as soon as he entered the battlefield.
So I can explain it to Yang Ling.
Each of the reconnaissance platoons were carefully selected veterans. When they saw such a burden brought in, although they welcomed it with a smile on their faces, they already had a hard time telling Wang Zikun to retreat. Fighting was not a child's play, that was
It's life-threatening.
Brothers in the trenches can cooperate and trust each other tacitly, they can give each other their backs, and they can block each other's bullets at critical moments. Now that such a new recruit suddenly comes, the veterans naturally feel uncomfortable.
When Yang Ling ordered the reconnaissance platoon to take out the position to investigate the enemy's situation, the platoon leader Shunzi deliberately injured the newly assigned recruit Wang Zikun. The purpose was very simple, that is, to make him retreat in the face of difficulties. The reconnaissance soldier
But not everyone can do it.
Wang Zikun was very excited. He had a mission when he first arrived in the combat company. He could feel the contempt for him by the veterans, and he couldn't wait to show himself to get the recognition of the veterans. But before he set off, the reconnaissance platoon leader Shunzi
So he poured a basin of cold water on his head.
"Throw away all the odds and ends you have on you. It's not like you're going to get a wife. Why are you carrying so many burdens?"
As the reconnaissance platoon leader Shunzi said this, he took off all the messy things on Wang Zikun's body and threw them on the ground. Many of them were Wang Zikun's personal belongings, which made him very angry.
Wang Zikun was about to talk to the platoon leader Shunzi for a theory, when a veteran walked over and patted him on the shoulder meaningfully: "Little brother, on the battlefield, this life is not yours anymore. Try your best to survive first.
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The veteran's words made Wang Zikun pause. He looked at the books he had treasured for many years, but finally gritted his teeth and did not pick them up. The veteran was right, he should try his best to survive on this battlefield first.
Wang Zikun and several veterans, led by the reconnaissance platoon leader, came out of the position and carefully moved toward the smoke-filled west with their guns in hand.
The gray space between heaven and earth, lingering gunpowder smoke and mist, greatly obstructed sight. When people walked in, only vague figures were left, and an unknown fear enveloped Wang Zikun.
Wang Zikun stepped forward cautiously with his gun in hand, glaring at the boss and looking at the smoke-filled front, fearing that a wild beast or a devil with a ferocious face would suddenly rush out. He looked back and saw that the position could no longer be clearly seen.
I felt an inexplicable tension.
The veteran walking beside Wang Zikun saw Wang Zikun's tense face and smiled at him: "Don't be nervous..."
Before the veteran finished speaking, a clear gunshot suddenly rang out in the fog. The bullets came out of the thick fog, shattering the veteran's neck, and splattered blood all over Wang Zikun's face.
The veteran's body swayed, and finally he lost his balance, and fell into Wang Zikun's arms. The gunshots rang out in the thick fog made the other scouts frightened, and they hurriedly fell to the ground and fired back.
The whizzing bullets penetrated the dense fog and kept flying past his head and ears. Wang Zikun was so frightened that he lay on the ground and trembled like chaff. He wished he could bury his head in the soil. The fear of death enveloped his whole body, making him unable to move.
"The Japanese are coming! Escape quickly!" Shunzi, the reconnaissance platoon leader, shouted while shooting.
Before Wang Zikun could react, he was grabbed by the reconnaissance platoon leader Shunzi and ran back.
"He's injured, we can't leave him!" Wang Zikun spotted the veteran lying on the ground and shouted hurriedly.
Shunzi didn't stop and continued to drag Wang Zikun: "He's already dead, don't worry about it!!"
Wang Zikun suddenly felt as if a stone had been stuffed into his throat. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry. He saw the veteran lying on the ground getting farther and farther away from him. He also saw countless Japanese soldiers wearing helmets emerging from the thick fog.
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"Ready to fight! Prepare to fight!"
The sound of gunshots coming from the mist made the company commander Liu Yidao who was deployed on the front line feel trembling. He shouted at the top of his lungs. The veterans who were lying or resting jumped up like a conditioned reflex and hurriedly clattered.
Pulling the bolt of the gun to push the bullet into the chamber, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Yang Ling also hurried to the front line position. Hearing the sound of gunfire getting closer and closer in the fog, he loudly ordered: "Don't shoot yet, get closer and use grenades to greet!"
Yang Ling thought clearly. Now they couldn't see the Japs clearly. The Japs might not be able to see them. Shooting now would definitely reveal their position. It was better to use grenades to harvest them.
As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, several embarrassed figures jumped out of the mist, and countless bullets followed them, causing the mud and mist to splash.
The reconnaissance platoon leader Shunzi pushed Wang Zikun into the bunker with great force, causing Wang Zikun to fall unconscious. Shunzi also turned over and fell into the bunker, with bullets grazing his body and embedding into the soil behind him.
Yang Ling and the others did not dig a single line of trenches. Instead, they arranged bunkers for hiding artillery and dense foxholes. In addition, the newly dug soil was simply camouflaged. The Japanese who rushed out of the thick fog did not notice it, but pursued them straight away.
Wang Zikun and others are coming.
Seeing the Japanese soldiers rushing out of the thick fog like a wave, the thick helmets, and the veterans holding grenades in their hands, they all took a breath and swallowed involuntarily. Damn, there are so many Japanese.