Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Seven Family Letter
Bodies covered in blood were piled up and thrown on the hillside in front of the Sandaoliang position. The Japanese who were seriously injured and unable to move lay moaning feebly in the blood, looking like they were dying.
If it were on the battlefield in the past, those veterans with outstanding marksmanship would have been bored practicing their guns with them, but now bullets are precious and cannot be wasted. Anyway, these seriously injured Japanese soldiers don't have much life left.
So the brothers were minding their own business, leaving the seriously injured and bleeding Japs lying on the ground groaning, watching them crawling inch by inch towards the direction of the Japs troops, and then died on the way.
The repelled Japanese soldiers couldn't bear to see their companions lying in the grassy ravine, moaning in pain, and sent dozens of Japanese soldiers under the cover of several machine guns to try to snatch back their wounded soldiers.
But how could the brothers who had already snatched the ammunition from the Japs let the Japs get their wish? The veterans lay down on their positions and calmly took aim and fired.
They shot the Japanese soldiers who came over one by one, hitting their heads until they exploded like ripe watermelons, spraying red and white all over the ground.
The veterans have fought countless fierce and bloody battles, and their bullet-fed marksmanship has long been comparable to that of the Japanese. Although they cannot hit every target, their hit rate is extremely high.
Some veterans fired calmly, some hit the Japs on the head, and some were unscrupulous and focused on hitting the Japs on the thighs, causing many of the Japs to fall. Instead of carrying the wounded back, more than a dozen were left behind.
A wounded man lying on the ground crying.
The precise marksmanship of those guns that bit flesh shocked the Japanese soldiers. They encountered a tough enemy in the secret passage, so they allowed the wounded soldiers to twitch and groan on the ground without daring to run over and grab them again.
The Japanese soldiers, whose heads were proudly raised to the sky, suffered a loss and no longer launched attacks recklessly. Under the scolding of the officers, they quickly spread out and seized some commanding heights on both sides of the road.
More Japanese soldiers received orders to assemble forward to prepare for a new round of offensive. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the little Japanese soldiers felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Yang Ling watched from a distance as the little Japanese were mobilizing in a hurry. He also led the guard Hu Zi to patrol the blocking positions in Sandao Liang to encourage his brothers.
Although the inspection could not bring substantial help to the brothers in the subsequent battle, seeing that a top commander like him was still on the battlefield made the brothers feel much more at ease.
The brothers were ready to die for this country from the moment they put on their military uniforms and picked up their guns, so they did not have much fear of the brutal battle they were about to face, but instead had a relaxed feeling of relief.
Wang Huzi, Blacksmith and Zhang Heizi each took more or less of their brothers to guard the positions along the three beams.
Although the entire defense line seemed weak and could be broken with just one poke, they felt inexplicably at ease when they saw the voices coming from the friendly company positions on the left and right sides.
Company commander Wang Huzi and more than seventy brothers were guarding behind a field of soil. Except for two observation posts, the rest were hiding behind to clean up the ammunition they had just obtained from the Japanese.
"Eight melon grenades, one hundred and fifty rounds of bullets, twenty bayonets..." He took out the trophies and placed them on the ground, while Wang Huzi counted them in a low voice.
Looking at the few ammunitions that had been seized, Wang Huzi was in a bad mood. He stared at the brothers surrounding him and asked, "How did you get it? You don't have anything to eat, and you only got so much ammunition?"
One brother complained and cursed: "These little devils are so poor. It took me three devils to get these twenty bullets."
The brothers around them all nodded in agreement. In the past, every time they killed the Japs, they would seize countless things, including countless weapons and ammunition. Those valuable gadgets could be exchanged for money on the black market after the war.
But now that they were short of ammunition, they managed to make a surprise attack on the Japanese and prepared to bring back some belongings. Unfortunately, the Japanese had already run out of ammunition.
Faced with the pitiful amount of ammunition, Wang Huzi had to curse and distribute them to his brothers. Those veterans with good marksmanship all received three or five bullets, while some of the remaining brothers were assigned grenades, and some could only continue to hold on.
With a dusty bayonet.
"How are the preparations going?" Yang Ling walked up to Wang Huzi and others and asked them who were dividing the ammunition.
"There is too little ammunition, not enough for one battle." Wang Huzi did not hide his difficulties, but he also did not blame them on Yang Ling, the commander.
He added: "Although there are few bullets, each of the brothers has a bayonet. As long as the Japanese suddenly come in, they will fight with the bayonet. When it comes to fighting with the bayonet, I am really not afraid of anyone!"
Hearing Wang Huzi's words, Yang Ling became more confident that they could hold this position. At least until they destroyed it all, the Japs would have no chance of setting foot here.
"The little devils are almost out of ammunition and food. As long as we hold on for two or three hours, we can win this battle..." Yang Ling could not replenish troops and ammunition for his brothers. The only thing he could do was to
They hope.
Their troops made countless sacrifices in the battle against the Japs, and countless brothers were buried in foreign lands. Now it was their turn, and they could not back down.
This has nothing to do with getting promoted and getting rich, it just doesn't want the little devil to leave so easily. As a Chinese soldier, the moment they pick up the gun, they have already had the consciousness to die.
The blacksmiths and others set up their positions in the woods on the flanks of Sandaoliang. Their main purpose was to protect the flanks of the team and prevent the Japanese from outflanking them.
The only "scholar" in their company who can read and write is helping these brothers who can't read a few characters write letters home, because they don't know if they will be alive after this battle, and they have to give their families a thought.
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"Mouse, where is the address of the letter?" The scholar tore a page from the small book and turned to ask the thin brother who wrote the letter.
The mouse replied: "Liujia Village."
"Which province is Liujiacun from?" The scholar added, "If I don't write down the details, your family won't receive it."
In an era with backward transportation, Mouse had never left their small mountain village before joining the army. Generations of farmers had been honest and dutiful farmers, only following their fathers to tend the crops in the fields.
The passing army was recruiting soldiers in the village, so he and dozens of young people in the village changed into dirty military uniforms and became a soldier.
I didn't even have time to say goodbye to my family, so I followed the troops to the front line in a mighty manner. They walked for several days and nights and fought a terrible battle with corpses everywhere. After the battle, dozens of young people who came out of the village died.
He is the only one left.
Now facing the scholar's inquiry, the mouse knew where he was from, so he knew that he was from Liujia Village. They were like kites with broken strings, flying out and never finding their way home again.
"He is a soldier we recruited in Heze, Shandong. Let's write Liujia Village in Heze, Shandong..." The company commander, the blacksmith, still vaguely remembered some things. Mouse, the veteran, was full of gratitude to the blacksmith, which finally helped him think of his home.
Where is it from?
The scholar was stunned when he heard what the blacksmith said, and said to the mouse in a low voice: "Brother Mouse, Shandong is now an enemy-occupied area. I'm afraid I have to fight off the Japanese to send this letter back."
The blacksmith patted the mouse on the shoulder and said: "We will always fight back. Even if you are honored, our living brothers will deliver the letter."
The blacksmith turned to the brothers around him and said, "Brothers, no matter who of us is alive in this battle, we must keep the letter and send it back to the brothers' homes after the battle."
The brothers nodded silently, like a solemn promise, and everyone put the letter into the scholar's canvas bag, waiting for themselves or the brothers to send the letter home.