Wang Xiaolin could only look at Jia Laoer and smile apologetically, but he nervously loaded the magazine into the rifle. He knew from the sound of gunshots that the supporting troops behind him had caught up. As long as he and Jia Laoer could hold on for a while, he and Jia Laoer would be safe.
The second child doesn’t have to die.
But now is also the most dangerous time, because a large number of Japanese soldiers have jumped into the first trench to avoid bullets fired from the trenches behind them. Just now, there were even roars of hand-to-hand fighting between the two sides in the distance of the trench.
He did not see two flares, one white and one green, falling slowly in the sky, nor did he know that the attacking Japanese troops had begun to retreat. He just clenched the rifle in his hand vigilantly, waiting for new enemies to jump in.
After waiting for a while, when he saw that Jia Laoer had finally loaded his pistol with bullets, Wang Xiaolin motioned for him to follow him closely and walked along the trench to the right. It was still too dangerous for the two of them and they had to find other brothers who were still alive.
The roar of melee fighting came from this side. In order not to attract the enemy's attention, Wang Xiaolin and the two of them walked forward with their waists hunched and muffled.
The trenches were filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and the strong smell of blood, which almost made people suffocate.
Now that the other soldiers in their squad had died in the battle, the two of them did not bother to check whether the bodies of their brothers lying motionless or prone in various positions in the trench were dead or alive.
Wang Xiaolin didn't care about the life or death of any shit-yellow body, he would just stab it with a bayonet when he saw it.
Turning a corner, Wang Xiaolin saw that within a straight line distance of less than 100 meters, corpses were almost piled up in the trench. There were his own people, but more of them were Japanese soldiers.
This was the defensive position of the other two squads in their platoon. Wang Xiaolin saw his platoon leader at a glance. Before the battle, he was still yelling at Jia Laoer. Normally, Wang Xiaolin thought he was a bit verbose young officer.
Now he would no longer be verbose. He was lying on the edge of the trench, his body motionless, but his sideways face was facing Wang Xiaolin and the others.
His face was very clean, so clean that it didn't look like he had just experienced a life-and-death battle, but his eyes were tightly closed.
Wang Xiaolin knew that he was dead. A blood hole on his back and a large pool of blood at his feet proved this judgment. The bullet entered his chest and penetrated from his back. There was no sign of life.
Looking along the platoon leader's body, he saw many familiar faces among the corpses.
There was the second squad leader who almost had a falling out with Jia Laoer, a sharpshooter, and the third squad leader who was a veteran who had been in the army for eight years, and Zhao Ergou, who was from the same hometown as him...
When Wang Xiaolin saw the scene in front of him, his throat suddenly seemed to be choked by something, and a sadness that he had never experienced spread in his heart.
The sobs coming from Jia Laoer behind him brought him back to his senses immediately. It was not the time to be sad yet, the battle was not over yet, and the gunshots outside the trenches had not stopped yet.
"Howl, hurry up and see if there are any more kidnappers, and kill every one you see." Wang Xiaolin said loudly.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger in his heart. He now wanted to kill someone, kill the little devil.
At this moment, a moaning sound came from the pile of corpses, and Wang Xiaolin quickly pointed his gun in the direction of the sound.
"Is this Squad Leader Wang? Come here and help me, I'm going to be crushed to death by the corpses of the Japanese."
"It's Big Zhao!" Wang Xiaolin heard that it was Big Zhao, the machine gunner of the second squad. He was originally a good player he liked, but was assigned to the second squad by the platoon leader in order to strike a balance.
Wang Xiaolin hurried up and pulled out a bloody man covered in bright red from the pile of corpses.
"Be gentle, I've been stabbed in the leg."
Wang Xiaolin hugged the big man Zhao regardless, and the tears in his eyes fell down. This was the first living brother he had seen so far. He had been depressed and sad after seeing the corpses on the ground.
Hope suddenly arose in my heart.
"Quick, take a look, there must be someone alive."
Suddenly, there was a scream that ripped through the air.
The faces of Wang Xiaolin and Zhao, who had just escaped, changed. As soon as they squatted down, there was a violent vibration on the ground.
"Boom boom..."
The entire upper part of the mountain was instantly engulfed in flames and smoke.
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Zhao Changshu punched the wooden table in the headquarters and roared angrily: "I'm going to fire Fatty Xu from his post, and I'm going to shoot this idiot."
Xu Zhiqin said with a serious face: "Fat Xu was killed in the first round of Japanese artillery fire. In fact, he can't be completely blamed. Who would have expected that the little Jaap would be killed before his own people had completely withdrawn.
They carried out indiscriminate shelling. Alas! What a pity for those brothers in the 1st Battalion."
It turned out that the Fatty Xu mentioned by Zhao Changshu was the battalion commander of the 1st Regiment and 1st Battalion.
After he led the reinforcements of the 1st Battalion to wipe out almost all the Japanese troops who invaded the trenches, he was still preparing to chase and beat the retreating little Japs, but he did not know that the Japanese army actually launched a violent artillery bombardment, causing casualties to the 1st Battalion.
The 2nd and 3rd companies were completely exposed to the Japanese artillery attack range, and hundreds of people were killed and injured under the Japanese artillery fire for half an hour.
"This time the little Japs didn't get any favors. The deputy battalion commander of the 1st Battalion reported that there were more than 400 Japs corpses abandoned on the position alone, and the corpses in front of the trenches were all taken away by them when they retreated. It is estimated that
There are no less than 100, and counting the wounded soldiers of the Japs, the casualties of the Japs this time are at least over 600. It shows that the tactics you formulated are very effective."
"Zhiqin, please don't flatter me. This tactic was mainly proposed by Yu Ting. That's why I defy all opinions and insist on him serving as the commander-in-chief."
Speaking of this, Zhao Changshu said with a sad look on his face: "Originally, we joined a company and were able to kill hundreds of Japanese soldiers. This exchange ratio was a huge profit. But now it has become a small gain.
He was so cheap that he even hooked up with the battalion commander of one of my main battalions. The little devil really taught us a painful lesson!"
Of course Xu Zhiqin knew the reason why Zhao Changshu could not let go. Part of it was because he blamed himself. It was because he did not take into account the atrocity of the Japanese army, which resulted in the loss of more than 100 elite subordinates who had spent countless efforts and money to train. It was said to be psychological.
It's impossible not to feel frustrated.
But Xu Zhiqin was actually very satisfied with the outcome of this battle. In addition to being taught a profound lesson by the Japanese artillery, the combat effectiveness displayed by the model brigade fully met the standards of an elite force in his mind.
Looking at other armies in the country now, and then looking at the cowardly performance of the Northeast Army in the Battle of Jehol, it is no exaggeration to say that the current model brigade is the first-class powerful army in the country.