Chapter 21 Where to Die

Always see the lights of the train first, and then hear the rumble. Every time the train passes in front of the platform, the station signalman always likes to stand on the platform, and then feels the strong airflow when the train enters the station, which has always been the case in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Today is the same as usual. He is still the same as before. After seeing the signal light on, he stood on the platform with the signal light and waited for the train to pass.

Half an hour, with the long sound of the train, he saw a train with lights on coming. He raised the signal in his hand to make a signal. When the train was getting closer and closer, he found that the train was completely different from the usual train. It was not the locomotive he was used to, but an iron box. The iron box is covered with canvas.

Looking back, there is another iron box. The iron box is spewing smoke. This is the locomotive, but the surroundings of the locomotive are completely blocked by iron plates. Looking back, there are several huge carriages.

The carriage was completely covered by a net full of debris. The wheels were next to each other, and there were suddenly dozens of feet long in the middle without wheels, and then there was a carriage full of wheels. He said that he was a carriage. In fact, it was not. Although it was covered with a net, he could still feel that there seemed to be a thick length on the carriage. The pipe.

This strange-shaped, completely iron-wrapped train did not stop at the railway station, but went directly to the gate, just like the train that has been passing from here in the past two days.

The cold wind blew into the cracks in the armored carriage of the train cannon. The artillerymen who were sleeping on the bed in the carriage looked very comfortable. When the snoring echoed in the carriage, in the other carriage, several officers gathered in front of a cloth of models and were calculating something there.

"If we want to aim at the Japanese artillery from the shooting point of Xinmin County, we need to fire about 100 shells!"

"The shooting point is 15 kilometers... With the maximum range, we can only shoot at a depth of 20 kilometers, and the military ammunition depot is 19 kilometers away from the shooting point!"

"The range is enough. The remaining problem is whether you can play accurately."

"This gun was only disembarkated two weeks ago. After two weeks of fighting, it was assembled yesterday. It didn't even test fire, and then it was directly pulled to the front line. At that time, I couldn't shoot more than a dozen cannons accurately. It was a shameful!"

While several people were talking there, an officer quietly left the armored carriage. The roar on the top of the carriage seemed to be tight. The storm and snow hit the carriage. The faintly visible holes above the bunk were covered by the thicker and thicker snow. After the train left the mountain customs, it encountered that it would never exist in the customs. The wind and snow.

The steam train let out a fierce roar, tearing up the wind and thunder, dragging the military train on the dark fields and in the white snow. In the darkness of the roaring carriage, in the scream of the wheels rubbing ice and snow, in the muttering of the soldiers from their dreams.

Push away the heavy and thick armored car door with thick frost and rumbling. Xue Tian looked at the blizzard outside the crack of the door. Suddenly, the snowflakes sed in the carriage, and the cold air forced people. A chill drilled straight into his legs. The threatening roar of the locomotive rushed in with the rumbling sound of wheels and the screams of the wheels rubbing ice and snow.

The cold wind blowing through the camouflage net made him wrap his coat, and then he walked up the gun position with a ladder. This 305mm train gun weighed 340 tons. This train gun was used for coastal defense in North China, but now it is moving towards Shenyang.

In the wind and snow, Xue Tian saw several figures. In the corner of the gun position, three people gathered in the small corner, using the flashlight to figure out something there.

"The distance..."

The screams when the wind and wheels rub against the ice and snow cover up their shouts, but from the shouts, Xue Tian can hear that these gunners transferred from the navy are here to seize the time to learn the work of this brand-new train cannon. Although the cannon is the same as the cannon they use, the cannon is completely different.

"Your officer!"

When a second lieutenant saw Xue Tian's arrival, he quickly got up and gave a military salute. Xue Tian knew him. He was a balloon soldier, that is, an observer equipped with a tethered balloon on the train. The observer on the balloon could scout the terrain within a radius of 20 kilometers and provide information to the cannon to correct the ballistics and indicate the ground target.

"You are..."

"Sy, sir, the brothers can't sleep, so I want to hurry up and practice for a while. When I get to the location, who knows if I have time to practice!"

"Yes! There is no time!"

Xue Tian nodded. At this time, he saw that there were not only three of them in the gun truck, but also dozens of soldiers in their posts. They were all doing things during the day. The soldiers on the gun truck knew their mission, and they would sound the first shot.

"There is no time! If you have time..."

Xue Tian thought so in his heart that he finally joined the team of the soldiers, and the command began to be issued from his mouth. The train was driving towards the front line, while the soldiers on the train continued to train against the piercing cold wind.

In another carriage, Li Songming and his comrades-in-arms were scraping the thick butter on a heavy shell. In order to prevent rust and deterioration, the shell of the shell should be coated with a thick layer of butter. Before sending it into the gun, be sure to scrape off the butter and wipe it with a cloth.

"Brothers, your hands and feet are sharp, and the butter is not wiped clean, which affects the range. Not to mention, you can't be sure. Don't fight, because we didn't wipe the cannonballs clean and let people pull us. We are old donkeys [***]. I don't like it!"

When shouting, the wooden scraper of Li Songming's right hand was scraped on the shell body. When scraping the shell, he stared at the shell, just like staring at the woman, and even the butter in the iron ring stuffed with the envelope did not forget to wipe clean.

"Dog said, little devil, grandpa came back ten years later!"

Li Songming muttered in the bottom of his heart that ten years ago, Lu Shun, who was also a turret soldier, fought with him. In this dream, he had long been looking forward to the day of revenge.

"Ha..."

He took a breath on the shell and wiped it hard with a cotton cloth. After finally wiping a shell, Li Songming muttered between his lips.

"My own son, you have to fight for me then!"

It snowed all afternoon. After ten o'clock in the evening, it stopped. Almost as soon as the snow stopped, a few horses ran wildly on the snowfield. In the moonlight, Lin Yanren, who was riding on his horse, hummed a little song in his hometown accent. At this time, he seemed to be a little happy. The battle meeting has been held, and the battle mission has been assigned. What is left? I'm afraid it's a long wait. He believes that his troops will not let him down.

Mu Ziqiu looked into the distance and looked a little distracted.

"Sir, do you think the Japanese army is our opponent?"

Compared with the officer, he does not have the president's self-confidence. As an officer, he knows that as an officer, he must show 100% self-confidence under any circumstances. Only the officer's self-confidence can encourage his subordinates, but what about himself?

"Ting to be fair, the Japanese army is still very powerful. The military commander fought in a round and round. Since they fought with Lao Maozi, Lao Maozi suffered a lot of losses, and the Japanese soldiers fought extremely bravely! Although we have the intention to calculate and have no intention! But if we fight, the victory or defeat is still two or two. At that time, we can only bear it with our lives. Sometimes in the matter of war, whoever wins or loses depends on who can survive to the end, as long as we grit our teeth and hold on!"

It's quite... It's easy to say, but it's difficult to do. If you really fight for a minute, you don't know how many lives you have to survive. What's more, for the Second Army, there may be no need to fight a large-scale offensive battle for the time being, but it's not easy to fight in the narrow cracks. There is no room for detour, and there's not even defense. In depth, there are too many uncertainties in this battle for the Second Army.

At this time, the smile on Lin Yanren's face instantly got the news, and his eyes couldn't help looking forward.

"Who has not died since ancient times? ...It is also a great pleasure in life to die in the national war!"

Lin Yanren pondered for a while, comforted the horse with his hand, and then said.

"Okay, wood, don't sigh here. We are soldiers, not sour literati. This battle can only be won, not defeated!"

"S sir, have you ever thought about Xiao Qingzi?"

"Little Qingzi?"

First, he was stunned, and then Lin Yanren's mind came to mind a 20-year-old Lin Yuqing, a 20-year-old major general brigade commander - Dalian City Defense Commander.

It is not surprising that there are 23 or 14-year-old generals in the Guards. They are all young officers from the speed training class. If not the case, His Majesty will pray for the preparation of the Imperial Army University. I'm afraid that after this battle is over, senior officers will go to the Imperial Army University for further study, but like Lin Yuqing, he became a major general at the age of 19, which is also the only one. .

"We are fighting here. You and I are safe, but Dalian is different. There are only 5,800 people around Dalian. There are only 5,800 people around Xiaoqingzi. There are only dozens of wild artillery cannons. Although after taking Dalian, he began to build a trench system along the city, but there is one next to him. The Japanese military division is there, and there are more than 20,000 military wounded in various Japanese military hospitals in the Liaodong Peninsula. Even if half of them can hold guns, he is one of ten! And..."

Mu Ziqiu's voice was a little low. Before he was transferred to the staff, he had a very good relationship with Lin Yuqing, but now, he knew that this time, it was the "undead" little Qingzi. I'm afraid... "No one has died since ancient times!"

Lin Yanren muttered a sentence.

"If you can die in the national war, you can be regarded as a place to die!"

(to be continued)