Bullets were flying everywhere in the village, and the broken walls were riddled with holes. Wang Meng and the others had been blocked in the village by the Japanese army, and their brothers were being shot and fell.
Captain Wang Meng, the company commander, saw his brothers who had been together day and night falling to the ground with blood spattered on them. He felt sad and angry in his heart. However, in this critical situation, he had to put away his sorrow, steel himself and command a breakout.
"Come on!"
The brothers with blood-red eyes rushed and fired, trying to carve out a bloody path, but the ferocious Japanese soldiers did not give them any chance of close combat. As soon as they pressed the trigger with their finger, bullets like water splashed over them.
"Puff puff--"
"Ah! Ah!"
The brothers who were responsible for tearing up the breakout path were shot backwards and fell to the ground, curling up on the rubble with their hands and groaning in pain. The brothers behind could only shoot angrily, but they were helpless against the Japanese troops blocking the way.
The battle inside the village was fierce, and the battle outside the village was equally one-sided. More than a dozen brothers led by Deputy Company Commander Shunzi ran into a small group of Japanese troops. The huge gap in firepower caused them to be quickly pinned to the ground and unable to move.
Looking at the Japanese troops who were alternately covering the forward assault, Deputy Company Commander Shunzi no longer cared about the brothers in the village, and led his brothers to retreat into the distance while fighting.
"Boom! Boom!"
The Japanese army's grenades continued to bombard Wang Meng and the others in the suppressed village, and the grenades that ripped through the air at high speeds exploded in their ears from time to time.
Those crumbling broken walls were hit by the shock wave and could no longer hold up. They collapsed suddenly. The broken tiles on the roof fell down like rain, and thick smoke and dust filled the air.
The two sides exchanged fire for only a few minutes, and most of the dozens of brothers who followed Wang Meng into the village were killed. However, the Japanese army was still compressing the encirclement, and they were already desperate.
These Japanese soldiers were chased and beaten all night last night, and now they launched a crazy revenge against Wang Meng and the others, firing all kinds of weapons.
Wang Meng was hiding in the rubble and shooting. Now he felt like crying. This time, he had the worst luck of his life and broke into the enemy's den. Now he couldn't get out even if he wanted to.
"boom!"
A brother untied the grenade tied to his waist, pulled the string, and threw it out with all his strength. Two Japanese soldiers who rushed forward at the risk of their waists were blown away, scaring the rest of the Japanese soldiers to hurriedly and prostrate themselves.
shooting.
When the brother was about to throw the second grenade, a row of blood holes appeared in his chest. The bullets that flew by at high speed penetrated his chest and lungs.
The brother who was squatting on the ground looked down at the hole in his chest where blood was gushing out. He wanted to reach out and block it, but the blood soon stained his hands red, and he fell down unwillingly.
Seeing that there are fewer and fewer brothers around him, company commander Wang Meng is sweating profusely. Now he can't fight and can't rush out. Is the whole army really going to be annihilated here? But he is not willing to give in!
"Second platoon leader! Blow up the house! Break out separately!"
At this point in the battle, Wang Meng also knew that the situation was over, and now he could only break through a few encirclements.
The second platoon leader, who was covered in blood and prickly, picked up a few grenades and threw them at the wall next to him. With a loud bang, a gap was opened in the wall.
"Quick! Evacuate from here!" As soon as the second platoon leader shouted these words, a flying bullet pierced his chest. He staggered and fell to the ground.
The remaining brothers ran towards the blasted gap one after another. Company commander Wang Meng held a Czech light machine gun to protect the brothers. The dense bullets made the Japanese soldiers afraid and did not dare to rush forward rashly.
"Bang!" A dull gunshot sounded, and the face of the Japanese captain who was commanding from behind was grazed by the hot bullet, and a line of burnt blood immediately appeared.
"Baga Yalu!" The Japanese captain felt the burning pain on his face. He looked up and saw a Chinese soldier who had climbed onto the roof of the house and shot at him.
"Attack! Attack! Don't let a Chinese escape!" The enraged Japanese captain was like a violent beast, standing behind and shouting continuously.
The Chinese soldier who climbed onto the roof shot and wanted to kill the Japanese commander, but he missed by a hair. He sighed helplessly, and just as he was about to slip off the roof and retreat, violent machine gun bullets had already swept over him.
The violent machine gun bullets made the roof rubble fly everywhere, and transparent holes appeared on the roof. Soon the bullet bit the sniper brother, and the bullet penetrated his calf. He could not stand steadily, and there was a crash.
He fell into the dark room through the hole in the roof.
Smoke, dust and broken tiles covered the place like a rain waterfall, causing the brother's nose and face to be bruised and swollen. He struggled to get up and escape, but several Japanese soldiers with claws and teeth had already rushed into the house.
"Yeah!" Several Japanese soldiers stabbed their bayonets sharply. When they saw the wounded brother, with blood-red eyes, they raised their guns and stabbed him.
The injured brother wanted to run away, but his injuries made it difficult for him to move. He watched several bayonets sink into his chest, with a look of pain on his face.
These Japanese soldiers thrust forward ferociously, pushing the brother to the wall and nailing him to the wall. The brother became weaker and weaker. Seeing the arrogance of these Japanese soldiers, he used himself to get stronger and stronger.
With weaker strength, he painfully touched the grenade on his waist.
When he first joined the army, the veteran told him that if he fell into the hands of the Japanese, his life would be worse than death, so he must reserve a grenade for himself and blow it up together.
This brother's actions also attracted the attention of several Japanese soldiers. When they saw the smoking grenade, the ferocious look on their faces turned into panic. They hurriedly pulled out their bayonets and turned around to run away, but it was already too late.
"Boom!"
The air waves of the explosion spurted out in all directions, and all the rubble on the roof fell. The dark room was completely illuminated. A Japanese soldier who was blown away was also knocked out of the window and fell heavily.
On the streets, the rest were buried in soot-filled ruins.
The village had been reduced to a mess. Wang Meng led the remaining fighting brothers to fight and run away, trying to blow up the wall and escape from the village. He had been protecting the village at the back.
He fired all the bullets in the machine gun and was hiding behind a pillar to change the magazine when a sharp sound broke through the air and a grenade fell nearby.
Wang Meng only had time to curse, and then his body, nearly a kilogram of weight, flew up lightly, and then landed heavily in the ruins, sending up a large amount of smoke and dust.
Wang Meng felt the excruciating pain, and his bones were about to fall apart. He struggled to get up, but his whole body was weak. He saw countless Japanese soldiers wearing helmets rushing towards him.
He opened his eyes and wanted to find his machine gun and continue shooting, but he didn't know where the machine gun had fallen. It wasn't until he was surrounded by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers and faced with the low-hanging bayonet that he knew that he was doomed.
, but he was not reconciled.
He reached for his waist, but found nothing. It turned out that the grenades had been thrown away long ago.
"Phew!" A Japanese soldier couldn't help shouting, and the bayonet stabbed down hard. The severe pain caused Wang Meng to yell: "You little devil... ah!"
Another bayonet was pierced, and soon the company commander Wang Meng was covered with blood holes. The Japanese captain who stepped forward looked coldly at the dying Chinese officer, and slowly pulled out his saber.