Lieutenant Xiao Chunjun is very unlucky today, it can be said that he is very unlucky.
As a senior second lieutenant officer, his combat experience and ability are unquestionable, especially his amazing intuition for danger in battle.
In the Northeast, there have been countless battles with the Northeast Volunteer Army. Even as a grassroots combat officer who is on the front line and has the highest probability of casualties, until today, he has not even had a scratch on his body.
Please note that this is from before today.
And just thirty minutes ago, when he led the 3rd Squadron, which was at the forefront of the squadron, and met Lei Dahai's volunteers in the dark, he also felt a hint of panic at the first moment.
So when Lei Dahai's first shot was fired, he, who was at the front of the marching column, subconsciously bent down. At this time, Lei Dahai's shell gun bullets just flew over his head, but hit him.
The small team of signal soldiers followed closely behind him.
And then, he followed his instinct and fell down on the hard rail.
Although the pain from his knees and elbows caused by the collision with steel made him grin, the bullets whizzing past his head made him extremely grateful for his intuition.
Based on the chaotic gunfire from the opposite side, he instantly judged that the other side had also accidentally bumped into his squadron without preparation, so he turned around and ordered his machine gunners to fire suppressively.
But then he realized that the machine gunner and his assistant gunner he had assigned to the vanguard unit were lying motionless on the rails, and the only Taisho 11-year-old light machine gun at the front of the team was lying on the ground.
He looked at his team again and found that there were more than a dozen lying down in all directions.
Baga! Does the gunman on the opposite side have night vision? How can he shoot so accurately in the dark when he can't even see his fingers?
What he didn't know was that Lei Dahai and the others across the street had poor vision at night due to chronic malnutrition, but poor vision had nothing to do with good luck.
Lei Dahai was just very lucky. He knocked down eight members of his team in the first round of shooting, and the others were hit by random gunshots from the volunteers.
He looked at his active men who were constantly pulling bolts and shooting, and he wanted to crawl over and get the machine gun three meters away. For a veteran soldier in his thirties, it was difficult for him to control the Taisho Eleven alone.
The machine gun is just for fun.
At this moment, the machine gun on the opposite side roared first, and a row of machine gun bullets flew over from the air.
Xiaojun Shunta didn't dare to move at this time. He just pressed his head firmly against the cold railway track and waited patiently for the opponent to reload.
He is very familiar with the Czech machine gun that is widely equipped in the Chinese army, and he also knows that even if it is operated by a veteran, the fire coverage of 20 bullets can only last for more than ten seconds at most.
All his hunches and judgments were correct.
But he forgot that he was lying on the rails, and after the bullet hit the rails, unless it was hit at a 90-degree right angle and the kinetic energy of the bullet was completely absorbed and offset by the steel, bullets fired from other angles would most likely be hit by the hard steel.
Refraction imagination appears due to rebound.
Kozumi Shunta was hit by such a refracted 7.92mm machine gun bullet.
Fortunately, the bullet did not hit his vitals, but it hit an area that was very troublesome to treat and recover, that is, the sole of his foot.
The ricochet produced by the bullet hitting the railroad track beside him easily penetrated the thick cowhide on the Showa 5 military boots under his feet, and passed through the joint between the sole of his right foot and his toes. The result was that
The third cuneiform bone and metatarsal bone on the sole of his foot were both shattered by bullets.
This kind of injury is not fatal, but it is troublesome to treat and the pain is terrible.
Ten Fingers and Hearts refers to not only the fingers, but also the toes.
Therefore, Second Lieutenant Xiao Chunjun, who had never been injured before, started wailing in the dark night.
It hurts! Really, it hurts!
It was not until the Chinese on the opposite side withdrew that the medical soldiers in the squadron boldly came up to treat and bandage the wounded.
Xiaojun Shunta almost fainted from the pain. After applying medicine and bandaging, the pain finally eased a lot, but now he has truly become a useless person, a useless person who can only lie on a stretcher.
At this time, the sky was gradually getting brighter, and even Kozumi Shunta, who was sitting on a stretcher, could tell that it was only a matter of time before the volunteers who were fleeing in embarrassment in the distance were caught up by their own people and killed one by one.
Just when he was thinking angrily in his heart, after catching a few alive, what posture would he use to kill people without opening his own wounds, he received a message from Captain Yin Dong Zhenyi who asked him to take the wounded and his remaining men into the village to rest.
The command.
Moreover, Captain Yin Dongzhenyi comforted him very considerately: "Xiao Chunjun, the casualties in your team today can only be said to be an accident. You will not bear any responsibility. When we catch up with these hateful Zhina people,
In the end, I will leave you a few lives so that you can take revenge on Yu Sui's men."
"Hey! Thank you for your generosity, squadron leader, for causing you trouble!"
Just like that, Second Lieutenant Junta Xiaojun, who was sitting on a stretcher, led more than twenty men with guns and ammunition, carrying eight wounded people who were still breathing, two war horses and seven pack horses carrying boxes full of ammunition.
Heading towards Qiantan Village,
When it comes to entering a Chinese village, Junta Xiaojun is very familiar with it.
When they were in the Northeast, their garrison brigade had entered countless Chinese villages and market towns. For them, entering a Chinese village meant a big windfall and a big flower girl.
For these inhumane people, entering a small village is a small benefit for the garrison, and entering a large village is a big benefit.
Therefore, after the Japanese soldiers who were skilled in business entered the village, they did not need Xiaojun Shunta's orders. They very skillfully had two sentries standing at the entrance of the village. Others ignored the surrounding shabby earth fortresses with thatched roofs.
house, along the road in the middle of the village, you arrive directly at the entrance of a large house with white plaster walls in the center of the village.
At the same time, two Japanese soldiers moved forward directly, apparently setting up sentries at the entrance to the village ahead.
There are Japanese guards in front of and behind the village. This is to prevent the villagers from escaping and catch the turtle in the jar.
At this time, every house in Qiantan Village was closed, and the few wisps of cooking smoke that had been floating on the roofs had disappeared. Even the few barking dogs that could be heard before entering the village were extinguished. It must have been either...
They were stopped by their masters, or they were killed directly by their frightened masters.
The entire village was silent. If it weren't for the occasional crow of chickens coming from some houses and courtyards, people coming in would have mistaken it for an abandoned village with no human habitation.