When the Japanese army started bombing, I hoped that the sound of artillery would stop after three hours, then thirteen hours, then thirty hours In the end, I waited for three days, three whole days[com]
I don¡¯t know how these three days came to pass. In the beginning, we didn¡¯t dare to sleep because we were worried that as soon as we closed our eyes, a cannonball would hit us and tear us into pieces, even though we knew clearly whether our eyes were open or closed. The difference is really not big.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the soldiers and I gradually became accustomed to it. Three days, right? No one can survive being highly stressed for three consecutive days, so we have to force ourselves to get used to it in order to survive. Only then did I realize why the veterans who could survive on the battlefield were all elites. The battlefield was like a filter that would ruthlessly eliminate all those with poor quality or bad luck.
Of course there are casualties under such a bombing, but I have no way of knowing how many casualties there are because I can never shout to my soldiers to count them. This will undoubtedly cause a catastrophe to our troops. . I just occasionally meet a familiar soldier and know that he is still alive. Sometimes I see a soldier being blown up into the sky, and then I know that I need to lose one person from my subordinates.
I have to admit that I was in a dazed state most of the time. On the one hand, it was because the corpses, blood and gun smoke everywhere tortured me all the time. On the other hand, there was not even a moment of The intermittent explosions seriously affected my ability to think. But due to my survival instinct, I can still mechanically run from this crater to that crater, or use the fastest speed and sixth sense to find a suitable hiding place for myself. Sometimes I am even half-conscious when completing these actions. Half asleep with eyes closed.
Thinking about it now, this period of time was simply a dream, a dream that I couldn't believe I could still finish, a dream that I had become accustomed to the sound of cannons So when the sound of cannons finally stopped, I The dream finally woke up.
After shaking off the mud that had been blasted on our bodies, we looked up and looked around, only to find that the trench had long been transformed into a small, looming ditch. But we didn¡¯t seem to have to worry about having no hiding place, because the position had already been covered with large and small trenches. The craters were piled high, and any one you found would be a perfect foxhole.
"Company Commander" was hiding in the crater while I was checking my rifle. Chen Dali lay next to me and asked breathlessly: "Is there any food left? Brothers have run out of food."
In the past few days, the Japanese bombing has cut off not only our reinforcements, but also the supplies and ammunition from the rear. Even the dozens of carts of ammunition piled up a few miles behind by our 15th regiment were unable to be delivered, so we It became a tired soldier who was short of food and ammunition, which was of course what little Japan wanted.
I dug into the dry food bag and found only half a corn tortilla wrapped in a waterproof tarpaulin, so I threw it to Chen Dali as soon as I could think of it. I didn't save this half piece of tortilla, but the smell of smoke and blood on this battlefield made me lose my appetite I don't know how long I can hold on like this.
"Company commander, what are you doing?" Chen Dali handed the tortillas back again without thinking: "How can we ask for your rations? I just want to ask if Shangfeng has any reserves"
"Where did the reserves come from?" I replied without thinking: "It's not like you don't know that the few times we went up to the peak to reinforce us were all scattered by Japanese artillery, and only a few dozen could come up. "
"Then this battle" Chen Dali was a little embarrassed.
Chen Dali rarely says such things, but now it seems that it is really slim to stay here.
I did not answer his words, but asked: "How are the casualties, brothers?"
"Fortunately," Chen Dali replied: "Brothers, we all fought in the war. We know that as long as we don't run around when the enemy fires, there won't be any big problems. There were about thirty casualties, and Platoon Leader Chi also lost his job." ¡¡±
"Has Platoon Leader Chi failed?" Platoon Leader Chi can be said to be the most experienced warrior under my command. None of us were injured but he was injured, which further proves that the shells have no eyes.
"Yeah" Chen Dali nodded: "It's not serious, just a piece of flesh was cut off by the shrapnel. Platoon Leader Chi also said it was a pity If I can find it, I can still fill my stomach"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but think of Xia Houdun in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms who swallowed his eyeballs when he was blinded by an arrow. But he was more vicious. Our platoon leader, I want more. The ones who are hungry are hungry.
"Take it to Platoon Leader Chi." I handed the ration bag to Chen Dali again and said, "The Japs are about to attack. Let him eat more so that he can fight the Japs."Chen Dali hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed, took the bag of dry food and ran towards the rear.
"Woo" The plane arrived before the Japanese troops arrived. Looking through the layers of smoke in the direction of the roaring sound, dozens of Japanese fighter jets with red sun flags printed on them flew up, blocking out the sky and the sun. I was about to order the soldiers to take cover, but I found that these planes didn't take us seriously at all and kept rushing over our heads
So I was thinking, do the little Japs think that our team has been completely killed and injured in these three days of bombing? Or maybe the smoke on the ground is too thick and the pilots can't see us?
A few minutes later, bursts of bombings and fierce gunfire from the second line confirmed my idea. The Japanese aircraft were bombing the follow-up troops coming up as reinforcements from our army. It was obvious that the other troops of the national army had been held back by the Japanese artillery and were now taking advantage of the Japanese artillery bombardment to rush forward However, what they did not expect was that the little Japanese had already thought of it. He knew this, so as soon as the artillery fire stopped, planes were sent up to bombard them indiscriminately.
I really don¡¯t know how many reinforcements can come up under the bombing of enemy planes, but the current situation is that only a few can come up. I hope they can bring more food, at least to solve the problem a little bit. The problem of our hunger
"The Japanese are coming up," someone shouted, and the shapeless soldiers hiding in the crater emerged one after another and raised their guns.
I stuck my head out and looked outside, and sure enough I saw a group of Japanese soldiers coming up with guns in hand and looking around. The sun flag hanging on the bayonet was very conspicuous under the sunlight.
There are no tanks and no artillery. It is obvious that they do not think that there will be any resistance on this line of defense. I think this is for two reasons. One is that they are very confident in the results of these three days of bombing. They believe that no one will Will survive these three days of bombing. Isn¡¯t this? At this time, they were looking at the craters as if they were admiring a piece of art. Another more important thing is that they think that even if there are still people who can survive, they don¡¯t know where they have gone. They have all fought against the Chinese army, haven¡¯t they? In the past, no army they encountered had collapsed at the first touch, so today they simply couldn't believe that an army could survive under artillery fire for three days without complete fortifications.
However, we survived, and the soldiers of the 18th Army also survived. Not to mention how many enemies we killed, this alone is enough to make us proud.
The Japanese soldiers were smoking and joking as they moved forward. Some even used their bayonets to pick up the broken limbs around them from time to time to show off and play with their comrades. Waves of disgusting laughter came along the breeze and stimulated my nerves. Several times I wanted to pull the trigger in my hand and see their brains explode under my bullets, but in the end I held back
The soldiers did not move, and neither did I This is undoubtedly a good opportunity, we are waiting for the Japanese to approach. The Japs are equipped with grenades, so under normal circumstances we will not let the Japs get closer than 200 meters. The last battle proved that doing so is extremely dangerous. After all, the national army is inferior in both grenades and bayonets. On Little Japan, so we won't do any good by fighting them in close combat. However, this time it was different: the trenches were bombed so badly that the little devils could not see where our army's defense line was. All the soldiers were lying on the ground covered in mud and water. As long as they did not move around, it would be difficult for the little devils to find them. , so everyone was waiting quietly, waiting for the order to go up to the peak, waiting for the moment to drink the enemy's blood with the rifle in their hands.
Finally, when the enemy was only a hundred meters away from our front line, the battle started with a harsh gunshot.
"Bang" I had been waiting for this moment for a long time, so I pulled the trigger at the first opportunity.
The fallen Japanese soldier was neither an officer nor an important figure. The reason why I chose him as a target was because he cut off the head of a Chinese soldier and put it on his bayonet to show off. Before that, he had been The head, whose face could no longer be seen, was dangled in front of other Japanese soldiers for fun.
I aimed this shot at his neck because I didn¡¯t want him to die so comfortably, and I didn¡¯t want him to end his life so quickly. In the sight, I clearly saw the bullet piercing through the center of his neck with a bloody light. Sanba Dagai's straight trajectory prevents him from causing large wounds, and no one will save him in this combat situation, so I can almost imagine how he will spend the rest of his time: he will Holding his neck and feeling the blood in his body slowly draining away, unable to save himself, his consciousness will slowly disappear in the fear of death
What makes me feel a little bit horrified is that when I think about this, I don¡¯t feel how cruel I am. Instead, I feel a sense of satisfaction in resolving my hatred, and a feeling of elation that a great revenge has been avenged.Chapter 33 Bombing