Just because I know I can't stop it, I won't be afraid.
In this world, if you are not even afraid of death, then there is nothing to be afraid of anymore.
"Lao Zhang, how are you doing? How many of them can still pull the bolt?" the lieutenant asked, leaning against the earthen wall of the trench and holding a Japanese cigarette in his mouth.
The wound on the waist has been completely wrapped up, you little Jaap bastard, but the first aid kit is very effective, the bleeding from the wound has stopped, and I finally drank some water from the water bottle carried by the corpse of the Japanese invaders on the battlefield.
Water, the lieutenant's complexion also improved a lot.
"Company commander, plus Lao Chen, there are fourteen who can still fight." The second lieutenant replied with some difficulty.
"Shit, when I counted just now, there were fourteen. If you add Lao Chen and I, there should be sixteen, no matter what!" The lieutenant laughed and cursed, but the slight movement of the corner of his mouth revealed his innermost feelings.
Sad and painful.
Although only fourteen people agreed, he still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping to find injured and temporarily unconscious people when cleaning the battlefield. But now, that glimmer of illusion was completely shattered.
"Old Zhao, he was gone just now." The lieutenant's face twitched for a while, and he paused for a while before continuing: "After the count, we found him and took him back to the trench. By the time the battlefield was cleaned, he was already out of breath. He
His intestines were broken, and several first-aid kits were used, but we couldn’t stop it, not even with our hands..."
"Also, you were the first to report the number fourteen."
"Baby, there really is only one class left." The lieutenant's hand holding the cigarette shook slightly and he took a deep puff of the cigarette. "The uninjured brothers are all equipped with submachine guns and rifles. The injured brothers are looking for more grenades.
, the little devils are here, just continue to fight with them, no matter what you say, you must keep tonight for me."
"Damn, this is good, fourteen people have so many gas masks, this time it's enough!" The lieutenant glanced at the Japanese gas masks placed beside him, and his eyes, which had been red for a long time, finally came to light.
Tears arose.
Including him, the last fourteen officers and sergeants of the Fifth Company, plus Squad Leader Chen who had been poisoned before and did not participate in the battle, only four survived. The nine who died in the battle, if they had gas masks, would have survived.
The probability should be at least doubled.
What he saw with his own eyes was that at least three people, after holding their breath and firing all the bullets in their submachine gun magazines, coughed violently due to inhaling poisonous gas and were stabbed to the ground by the Japanese soldiers who came over.
Will they, in heaven, blame him as the company commander?
"Company commander, no one will blame you." The second lieutenant looked at the lieutenant looking at the gas mask in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he hurriedly advised.
"By the way, let Xigua and Gouwa count how much ammunition there is left. The Japs should have picked up a lot from wherever they were." The lieutenant said after regaining his composure and trying to suppress his grief.
"Brothers have just taken out all the ammunition on the position." The second lieutenant hesitated, but continued to report: "Hanyang made 103 bullets, 8 magazines of submachine gun bullets, and recovered 24 38 rifles.
There were 308 bullets, 38 grenades, 23 Japanese grenades, and four explosive packets."
"How is it possible that the kid's body doesn't carry dozens or hundreds of bullets?" The lieutenant's eyes suddenly opened wide and he asked angrily.
After two days and one night of fighting, he had known for a long time that the Fifth Company's headquarters did not have much standard ammunition left. However, during this day, they mainly relied on the ammunition picked up from the corpses of the Japanese invaders at the front of the position to continue fighting. Most of the manpower was
The rifle he held in it was already a Type 38 rifle instead of the original one made by Hanyang.
If it weren't for the one or two thousand rounds of ammunition retrieved from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, how could they have been able to sustain six rounds of enemy attacks a day after all supplies were cut off?
"The little Japs have learned to be smart. Each person can only carry thirty rounds of bullets at most, and there are still some for consumption. Seven or eight brothers searched all over the bodies of the little Japs they just killed before they had time to take them away, and only then did they find them.
Less than 300 rounds." The second lieutenant replied helplessly.
"What a bastard." The lieutenant cursed angrily and looked up at the sky, "Tell the brothers to save some money for me, because we have to rely on this little ammunition to fight with the little devil all night!
The little devil won't leave us much time."
The Japanese army was much more impatient than the lieutenant imagined. An hour later, the Japanese army came in again like a tide.
This time, let alone probing, the Japanese army did not even use their usual shelling. They started charging from more than 300 meters away, resolutely charging towards the already somewhat lonely Chinese position.
In the dim darkness, several rising flares illuminated the area directly above the Chinese position as if it were daytime.
The Fifth Company did not have flares, but they also had countermeasures. Several consecutive gunshots ignited a fire made of black powder and clothes stripped from the Japanese soldiers.
In the firelight, the figures of the Japanese soldiers were clearly visible.
However, this did not scare away the charging Japanese troops.
Within a hundred meters of rushing, no matter whether the fourteen Chinese defenders were shooting desperately or throwing grenades, the Japanese army, whose number was reduced by one-third than before, spread their formation further apart, but exerted force without stopping.
Rush towards the battlefield.
A Japanese soldier with his head wrapped in a white cloth, bare arms, and waving a command sword rushed to the front of the team, which was particularly conspicuous.
As the captain of this infantry squadron that killed 37 people and injured 31 people in the last battle, not to mention that his superiors gave him a fatal order to kill himself if he did not attack the Chinese positions. He himself also knew that a battle would
, the casualty rate of his infantry squadron was as high as 35%, which was the highest record since the establishment of the 80th Infantry Regiment. There was no longer any way for him to retreat.
So he charged forward, hoping that he would die on this battlefield and use his life and fearlessness to justify his name.
So, he died.
At least five rifles were locked on this man who was so conspicuously shirtless in the dim night. Especially the command knife he was wielding in his hand, which was extremely bright under the moonlight, proved his worth.
Four shots hit the shirtless man with a ferocious face. Without saying a word, the shirtless Japanese lieutenant fell to the ground.
The Japanese infantry squadron lost their commander just 100 meters into the Chinese position.
However, the Japanese army did not panic. Someone quickly took over the command and continued to charge towards the fifth company position.
Ten minutes later, the Japanese troops who circled to the far left side of the position and had the weakest defensive firepower had even jumped into the trenches. There were as many as 20 Japanese troops.
"Long live the Emperor!" Two groups of more than 80 Japanese soldiers from behind roared crazily and continued to charge upward despite the bullets still being fired from the short trench.
In their imagination, as long as they rush into the trenches, all the resistance of the Chinese who have lost the protection of the trenches will become history. With at least five times the strength of the Chinese, they can completely slaughter the ten or so Chinese who resisted in the end.
.
However, with a "boom", there was a loud bang from the trench into which twenty colleagues jumped.
The fire that shot up into the sky even reflected the faces of the Japanese soldiers who were still forty meters away.
In their horrified eyes, countless body parts were flying in the night, so much that the Japanese soldiers' buttocks were cold.
They knew that it was definitely not Chinese.
Because there are not that many Chinese people.
Several panicked Japanese soldiers jumped out of the trenches and ran downwards like flying.
"The Chinese are all crazy." The leading Japanese soldier shouted crazily.
Even if the Japanese second lieutenant who took over the command of the squadron shot the soldier, who had greatly damaged morale, with one shot, he still could not stop several other Japanese soldiers from running downwards.
And when a dozen grenades were thrown out from the Chinese position again, blowing up several Japanese soldiers, the morale of the Japanese army fell to the bottom. The Japanese soldiers at the rear followed their colleagues and ran down without hesitation, followed by more people.
In the end, even the Japanese troops who still wanted to continue the attack had no choice but to retreat with their frightened colleagues. Without superior strength, they would be killed by the Chinese in the trenches at the forefront of their positions.
The Japanese troops were repulsed again.
What was left behind were a dozen corpses who were killed at the front of the position, and a dozen people who were killed in the trenches. It was just difficult to put together the shape of a dozen people.
The violent explosion of the 6.5 kilogram explosive package caused more damage than a mountain artillery shell. If the Japanese soldiers were not a little far away, they could have laid down in time, and the air waves raging along the trenches would not have been released.
Pass them, even if they are still more than 20 meters away.
However, their courage was shattered the moment they witnessed the Chinese soldier rolling out of the shell hole with explosives strapped to his body, smoking and grinning.
Even at the moment when they were kicked hard by their superiors and beaten with rifle butts and curled up, they could not help but think of the white teeth on the Chinese man's face that was darkened by gunpowder smoke.
That Chinese guy is really smiling.
What is he laughing at? Doesn’t he know that he will be blown to pieces soon? Is he a madman to begin with?·
Of course they couldn't understand that the laughing Chinese soldier was really happy. He didn't expect that there would be so many Japanese soldiers.
It’s really hard work! He alone can drag a whole squad of Japanese soldiers on the road. Maybe the company commander, Xigua and the others can hold on a little longer?
Is it okay if I don’t laugh?
The only regret is that, sister, I can no longer hear your baby call me uncle.
The regret on the soldier's face was forever solidified on the Chinese battlefield in the roaring explosion.
The Japanese don't understand.
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PS: The reason why I write about this lone army is that they are just one of the representatives of the company that was completely wiped out and no one survived in the Battle of Niangziguan. Because, in that battle that is not well known to many people, the 17th Division, the
The three armies, the 26th Route Army, the 22nd Army and other armies of our country, no less than ten infantry companies died in this battle. The Republic cannot forget them.