Chapter 24 Zhan Hu'er

"Electric light? Thunder? Howt? Say: No! No! No!

The artillery fire of Shenyang has intensified with the times. We secretly said, "What is the scene of the Shura field at this time?" ......"

People's Daily Yan Huang on March 13, 4603.

The command post of the sanknine regiment is located in a semi-ruly private house, several kilometers away from the front. Luoxia came one after another, and news came from the division headquarters that some troops had made a detour in Shenyang.

Xiong Kewu, whose eyes were red, sat on the fire and took out a box of 20 "peonies" kneaded like paper balls: smoke a cigarette, immortals and immortals. Qiu Shaoshan, the deputy regiment leader, and Huang Zhipeng, the chief of staff, saw it and went up to rob them. They had run out of food earlier.

Xiong Kewu only said one sentence.

"Don't grab it, one for each person, and then divide it into two. After sucking, copy the guy to the front line with me!"

A pack of cigarettes dispersed like this. The three of them divided into three, and there were still 11 cigarettes left. Xiong Kewu looked up at the soldiers in the guard platoon outside the door.

"Guard, take this cigarette to the brothers in the platoon, and tell the brothers to die with me after smoking!"

The soldier with two pistols on his waist took the cigarette and didn't say anything, but took the cigarette out of the broken house.

slam, a burst of cannonballs suddenly hit. A mountain shell fell less than ten meters away, and the splashed earth and stones hit the roof like hail. It didn't explode. It was a stinking bomb, otherwise they might have to put one down.

Qiu Shaoshan sat up with a cigarette in his cigarette and took a submachine gun from the wall.

"Euncle, I'll go first. I'll go to a battalion,"

Huang Zhipeng took two or three breaths of the cigarette, and finally took another deep cigarette. When the cigarette butts were burning, he said reluctantly:

"Shall I go to a battalion!"

Xiong Kewu patted the dirt on his body.

"You two, don't argue with me. I'll go to the first battalion, and you can choose the second and third battalions by yourself!"

After saying that, he took a look at the trainee staff in the room who were eager to try.

"The dog said, it's none of your business. If the teacher sends a telegram, he will say that I'm on the front line!"

"Yes, sir!"

At this time, the three of them have already carried submachine guns, each with a squad of soldiers, and went to each battalion.

I'm going to work hard.

When Xiong Kewu's figure appeared in the trenches in front of him, everyone had such an idea in his heart. What he was most afraid of as a soldier was not death, but that the head of the division came to them with a submachine gun. Although he greeted them in his heart, he knew that the head of the division came to the trench with a submachine gun, which meant that he took What will come down will be a fierce battle, a fierce battle of life and death!

"Stop talking nonsense, brothers!"

Xiong Kewu roared in the trench.

"The opposite is the trump card of the Japanese army, the third wing of the first division. Looking at this number alone, his mother is a fierce guy, but whoever is cruel is a coward, everyone can see the real ability on the battlefield! The regimental commander issued a military order and hit the defense line of the third regiment. I can't just rush my brothers to die, so I'm here. If I'm going to die, our brothers will die together. Let them see the strength of our cold babies in Shaanxi!"

At this time, the roar that cut through the sky sounded over Ma Sanzitun. Thousands of shells dragged the harsh roar and landed near the simple trench. The sky was originally dyed black by gunpowder smoke, and it was even more turbid under the action of thick smoke and explosive dust.

A thing fell in front of him. It was a piece of limb. Although Tie Gangliang was familiar with the first comrade-in-arms around him, the red and slightly scorched black fragments made him unable to tell whose limbs it was.

"There are still a few breathers!"

At the moment when the Japanese army's shelling stopped, Tie Gangliang held the helmet on his head and shouted, and then he began to shout his name again.

"Zhang Bo!"

"Yes!"

Hudle in the half-deep trench, Zhang Bo, who was looking out the soil between his neck, shouted. Yesterday, it was still a brand-new military uniform. The cotton was exposed. The cotton military uniform was full of torn or worn mouths. The tea-green military uniform had already turned into green earth, and even the steel helmet was full of mud.

"Ma Guoliang, Ma Guoliang..."

After shouting twice in a row, Ma Guoliang died. When he attacked a dirt house for the Japanese army's defense this morning, he was pierced through his neck by a bullet and his blood sprayed more than a foot high.

As soon as this idea came out, Tie Gangliang listened to another roar of shells in the air. As soon as more than a dozen recruits in the trench heard the sound of cannons, they hurriedly shrank to avoid the bombardment.

"There is no egg, this is far from the bullet!"

Li Tianfeng's voice fell squarely, and there was an explosion before and after the trenches. Even the dust did not splash on them, but only dozens of bullets were lost.

At this time, I don't know who roared a few words in the trench. It is two sentences of Yang Jiye in "Golden Beach":

"Two Wolf Mountains--Jianhu'er...Heaven and earth shake--good man--for the country--Heju--death--life..."

Wow, Li Tianfeng heard a cry beside him. Not to mention those recruits, even when Tie Gangliang listened to the sad Qin accent, his eyes couldn't help but turn red. Although the battle was only fought for a day and a night, half of the brothers in their platoon had died in the battlefield.

"...du..."

The sharp and hissing whistle sounded at this time.

After the harsh whistle came from a distance, Tie Gangliang immediately blew the whistle hanging on his chest. The sharp whistle echoed in the smoke, and the whistle suddenly changed again. Unlike the previous contact whistle, this time it was an offensive whistle. In the whistle, there were bursts of cross-crossing roars above their heads, which were shells fired by the rear artillery.

"Kill!"

Xiong Kewu, who was carrying a submachine gun, jumped out of the trench, waved his right arm and roared. The soldiers in the trench, carrying rifles with bayonets, submachine guns or light machine guns, were softened by shells and bombed into muddy battlefields, hundreds of meters away. At this time, they were completely covered by the explosive flames. The enemy rushed away.

There are few machine guns of the Japanese army, and there are even more than one division of the Guards that are not as good as the hundreds of thousands of machine guns owned by the Japanese army. In the shelling, there are no complete machine gun fortifications as cover. Most of the Japanese soldiers are more lying in the trenches to avoid shelling. Only a few soldiers are open to the front through the smoke of the gunpowder. Bullets were fired on the field.

There was a wave with a rifle. When he rushed to the gun at full speed, he only felt that his lungs seemed to be exhaled too much smoke, and even a little burning. At this time, the sky in his mind was blank. The comrades-in-arms beside him roared with a bayonet, although their faces were ferocious and their mouths were wide open, they could not hear him at all. What are you talking about?

On the battlefield, the falling shells will always blow up some brothers to the sky. He even saw a recruit who can't be named suddenly fell fiercely in front of him. He was blown up half of his body and spit blood foam in the mud. He didn't seem to be dead yet, but No one paid attention to him.

Charge! Charge! [charge] Kill all the soldiers on the opposite side!

In the sunset, the bayonet on the battlefield shines with golden light. When squinting, it will even give people an illusion that the golden light seems to be connected into a line and pulled into strips, like a flood, like a wave, hitting and hitting the front.

"Beep..."

Tie Guoliang, who bit the whistle, kept blowing the rhythmless charge whistle when he collected his platoon with the whistle. In front of him, the recruits who had just been added in the morning shouted and charged. Suddenly, his head and body separated, but his body was still running towards him, and then He slammed into a crater.

When passing through the head that fell to the ground, Tie Guoliang looked back at the head. His head was not in the muddy water of the snow, and he could not see his appearance at all.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Zhang Bo heard the sound. The sound of the shell explosion, accompanied by a burst of smoke in front of him, hit him. When the mud attacked him, he thought he would die, but he found that he was still moving his feet. At this time, through the smoke, he saw the wire in front of him, the half-man-tall wire. The net was not broken by shells.

When approaching the barbed wire, there was almost no reaction. Zhang Bo's body lay facing up, and his chest pressed on the barbed wire. The barbed wire instantly tied the cotton-padded coat and pierced into the meat. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the barbed wire with his hand. The man was paved with a bridge, and then he felt the powerful footsteps. Stepping on his body, one pair, two pairs... When the direct line of sight is blurred, the bridge made of the body is still hanging on the wire.

In the blurred sight, he saw his comrades-in-arms stepping on his body and jumping into the barbed wire. In the smoke, waves of dark shadows gushed out of the ground. Is that the Japanese army of the counterattack?

In the sunset, on this battlefield scorched by shells, the hand-to-hand battle between man began. The bayonets were squeaking, and the grenades were smashed like hail. The soldiers with 10 kilograms of tinplate explosive bags blasted the barbed wire with their own bodies and collapsed the trenches.

High explosive bombs, incendiary bombs, flares, tray bombs fired by light and heavy machine guns, and houses and buildings hit by shells are burning. When night falls, the firelight makes the earth like day. There was blood in the trench and the potholes in front of the trench. Blood and snow were mixed together, and corpses and corpses were piled together.

Stepping on the bodies of the enemy and our armies twisted together, acting as the second and third companies of the first battalion of the second wave of attack, and continued to move forward in the breakthrough of the first battalion and the first company. Behind them, the tearing still continued. The deafening shouts, explosions and screams may be the only sound between heaven and earth. Finally, the sound of bayonets stopped, the explosion of grenades and explosive bags stopped, and the smoke slowly dispersed. Xiong Kewu, dressed in a soldier's cotton uniform, was exposed and the white cotton was soaked in blood. It was impossible to tell whether it was his or the enemy's.

"It is said that you were the board..."

He scolded, but his right arm still knocked on the skull that had already been broken with a grenade. Blood surged from his face from time to time, and the flesh and blood on his left face was picked out by a bayonet, revealing white bones.

"Your officer!"

The health soldier with the same injury ran to the commander, took off his helmet, and wrapped the wound for him. It was not until then that the grenade in Xiong Kewu's hand was finally relieved. He took a breath and collapsed in the mud. At this time, a hoarse and sad Qin accent sounded in the night.

"Two Wolf Mountains--Jianhu'er...Heaven and earth shake--good man--for the country--Heju--death--life..."

Lying in the trench of the army, exhaling the disgusting smell of blood, Zhang Bo, who was covered with blood, sang there. On his body, he still pressed a body of the army. With the moonlight, you can see that the head of the body on his body was pressed on his body, full of flesh and blood gnawed by his teeth, his eyes were buttoned off, and his nose was bitten off. Even his face was blurred by the flesh and blood of the bite, and the part of his neck was bitten.

If it weren't for the roaring of "Golden Beach" in his voice, it would be difficult for others to imagine that he was still alive. When the health soldiers were searching for the wounded, in the previous hand-to-hand combat, Tie Guoliang, who was almost exhausted, was holding a bayonet in his hand. When he saw the wounded soldiers who were still panting, he had their necks at them. He cut it off and shouted while cutting it.

"You still have my brother!"

He crawled in the middle of the body and cut it with a bayonet. He didn't know where the pistol had been thrown, and the bloody mud was sticking to his body. He just used his own method to vent his dissatisfaction.

After a cruel hand-to-hand fight, there were still not many people who could still stand. Most of the uninjured officers and soldiers were exhausted in the hand-to-hand fight, and the wounded with guns stood up, and they shouted over and over again.

"Do you have any breath?"

"Speep it out!"

When they were searching for their injured brothers, they tripped over the dead from time to time and fell to the ground or on the body, but they still stood up to find the seriously injured brothers.

He stood up and stood up. Xiong Kewu looked at the battlefield in the moonlight. The purpose was only dead bodies on the ground. At the time of death, the enemy and our armies were still torn together. The corpses could be seen everywhere. Blood and muddy water reflected the moon. The blood of thousands of people nourished the land, and the explosions and gunfire in the distance were still continuous. It came from the air, and the battle over there continued.

"Brothers!"

He roared, and then continued.

"All those who are angry stand up!"

One, two... Finally, more than twenty people staggered up, and many of them were wrapped with white bandages, which had been soaked in red by blood.

When they stood up, the following second battalion just rushed near them. They looked at the tired comrades-in-arms. Their swaying bodies seemed to be ready to continue to rush forward.

"Good! Now listen to my orders!"

Xiong Kewu roared again.

"Support the injured brother, ... turn back! The goal! Our position, the task - rest!"

Standing holding the injured brothers, less than 40 surviving soldiers, walked towards the rear. In the moonlight, these tired men lowered their heads and looked at the bodies of their comrades-in-arms on the ground. The sadness spread in their hearts, and the hoarse and powerless Qin cavity sounded again.

"Two Wolf Mountains--Jianhu'er...Heaven and earth shake--good man--for the country--Heju--death--life..."

(to be continued)