Chapter 34 artistic conception

In the northeast in March, the weather is still cold. On the marching road, the cold wind pierced the bones. When the soldiers stayed in the abandoned houses on the way to march, everyone wanted to warm themselves around the bonfire as much as possible, and they couldn't wait to hold the bonfire in their arms. The night is getting darker and darker, and the same weather is getting colder and colder. At this time, everyone's mood became heavy and nervous.

One day, to be precise, within an hour, three divisions tore open the defense line of the Japanese Yalu River Army, and five divisions advanced 35 kilometers in depth. Along the way, they were like death, harvesting the lives of those Japanese soldiers who were dying by poison gas.

And now?

The real death is in front of them, quietly waiting for their arrival. Attacking Fushun, there is no chance to opportunize. On the one hand, it is the people in Fushun, and on the other hand, it is because the wind has changed.

Sitting in front of the bonfire, Shi Jingde looked at the flame. The fire warmed his chest a lot. Today, there are only a few days left before his twenty-three years old. Now in Shi Jingde's mind, the appearance of his parents and brothers is in front of Shi Jingde. He is different from his comrades-in-arms beside him. He is not a mainlander, but a Taiwanese. Last year, during the Restoration War, he quietly took a boat to the mainland. Originally, he should have referred to civil servants, but he accidentally became a second lieutenant of the Imperial Guards.

"Sand up!"

Finally, with the order of the company commander, the troops with a little rest are about to set off. In the dark, the cigarette flames in the soldiers' mouths were extinguished on the ground one by one.

"One, two, three, four..." There was a low alarm sound in the abandoned house. With the alarm, the sound of a bayonet inserted in the gun also sounded.

The sixth company led the way ahead, and the cold at night became stronger and stronger. "I hope I can survive!"

Shi Jingde said to himself in his heart that between life and death, everyone would often choose to live. They rushed to the depths of the enemy with their waists, and there was not even a trace of moon in the sky. This was a perfect night of raid.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire came from the front, and the sound of the enemy's rifles and the sound of machine guns of the sixth company were intertwined, breaking the silence of the night. When the vanguard troops are at war with the enemy.

Shi Jingde, who was holding a submachine gun, waved his hand, and his comrades-in-arms stopped moving forward. As soon as their movements stopped, the cold air immediately came from all directions, and their bodies were tortured by the cold air. When the hand touches a metal object such as a bolt, it will even be cold and painful. After a while, Shi Jingde's nine consecutive turns into a fork in the road.

The soldiers over there are still shooting in the dark, while the Ninth Company is moving around the enemy's position. Their task is to avoid a small group of enemies and seize the military stronghold of the horizontal river in the northwest of Fushun City, so as to cut off the retreat of the Yalu River Army. At the same time, they prevent the reinforcement of the enemy to Fushun. Whether they can succeed or not will be directly related to whether they can achieve the purpose of the battle to anniperate the Yalu River Army.

In the dark, they walked in the field without a trace of shelter for a long time. In order to avoid climbing over the mountains and lengthening the distance, they could only choose to march in the mountains, but here they needed to do everything possible to avoid the military's defensive strongholds, and those who could not avoid it would be killed. The cold air is getting heavier and heavier. It is not a good job to carry out infiltration operations in the severe cold of more than ten degrees below zero. Especially when they want to cross the ditch that was broken by shells, Shi Jingde, a southerner, experienced the real cold of the northeast.

When crossing the cold river, Shi Jingde only felt that his hands and feet were frozen, as if his limbs were about to leave his body. I'm afraid this is the cold that he had never experienced when he grew up in Taiwan. Even when crossing the river, the cold water drilled his sweat pores like an electric drill. It was so cold that he almost didn't want to cry, and all he did was grit his teeth and hold on.

In order to avoid causing too much noise, when they crossed the ditch, under the leadership of the officers, their movements were not fast, and it could even be described as slow. The bone-piercing river was frozen so that Shi Jingde felt that his heart almost stopped beating, and his lungs seemed to have frozen in the cold air.

"It must be very warm at home now!"

When he thought so, his left foot finally landed. As soon as he landed, it was even colder below his legs and thighs. Even when the company commander gave the order to stop, he felt that his blood vessels were about to freeze.

"Get hot quickly!"

Shi Jingde thought so in his heart. He looked up and lay in front of the ditch. The army's trench was only a few dozen meters away from them. In the simple trench dozens of meters away, he could occasionally see some orange light, which was the firelight from the shelter. He kept swinging all over his body. He touched one from behind his waist. Grenade!

"Hit in the trench and roast the fire!"

After more than 600 soldiers of the third battalion crossed the glacier, the officers and soldiers who were frozen enough left, but no one dared to say that there was the position of the Japanese army above their heads. Any sound could alarm them. Shi Jingde, who was carrying a submachine gun, faintly saw the camp by the ditch in the distance. It seems that Chang is assigning some tasks to the seventh company commander.

"In offensive operations, we should try to avoid strong attacks. Commanders should give priority to giving full play to the advantages of our army's strong firepower, suppressing the enemy with machine guns and rifles, and creating opportunities for roundabout attacks..."

When the tactics learned in class were repeated in my mind, a company over there had moved. Shi Jingde and his comrades-in-arms here were aiming at the enemy trenches that could not be seen clearly with rifles, submachine guns and machine guns.

"The Chinese army won't use poison gas at this time!"

Standing in the trenches and listening to the falling gunfire from the night sky, the gunshots were either dense or sporadic. What Ryuta Hashimoto was most worried about and also what everyone was most afraid of was the deadly "yellow-green poisonous fog". Although only some soldiers escaped from the front line, the horror of the yellow-green smoke had followed those people. It spread throughout Fushun.

"Anyone who only touches the dead fog will lose his life immediately!"

"The meat on the body will be melted..."

Although Ryuta Hashimoto, who studied chemistry in middle school, sneered at that statement, his eyes would still focus on the thin fog in the air, fearing that the white fog would turn into a yellow-green dead fog.

"Chinese people even have a dead fog. How can we win this battle!"

"Have you heard that the 200 people in the 11th Division didn't survive!"

"Those who survive will not live long. Although they only sucked a little dead fog, they will die sooner or later. That's dead fog!"

"There are thousands of Chinese people in the city. The Chinese army should not kill their own people with dead fog!"

"Haha, we should be fine here. It's very far away from Fushun"

The soldiers in the trench talked softly there. In order to hide the shame of their escape, the soldiers' descriptions of the deserters scared everyone. Now almost everyone's only concern is the dead fog, not to guard Fushun.

Listening to their words, Takashi Hashimoto almost had the illusion that if they saw the yellow-green smoke, they would give up on their own as soon as possible... At this moment, Takashi Hashimoto vaguely felt that something seemed to fly towards him. He looked up and saw countless black spots in the sky at night. With a parabola, it flew towards the trench.

"What is that?"

When the black spot fell into the trench, Ryuta Hashimoto heard something hissing near it, almost like an instinct. The moment the black spot fell into the trench, he fell into the muddy trench. The next moment, the violent explosion sounded inside and outside the trench one after another. In the impact of the air wave, Takashi Hashimoto did not Let your body stay close to the ground.

What is that?

Before the doubts in his heart were explained, gunshots and dense gunshots sounded. After a round of hundreds of grenades, they were blown up and confused. Before they came to their senses, they were pressed by the machine gun fire in the trenches and could not raise their heads. The soldiers of the seventh company quietly approached the trench of the Japanese army after throwing out the first round of grenades in the cover army.

As soon as he got up from the mud, Ryuta Hashimoto saw a Chinese soldier approaching in front of him raising his gun at him. He quickly picked up the puls wheel pistol in his hand and stood up and fired several times at the man. The man fell to the ground.

Before he could react from the shock of killing people, Ryuta Hashimoto looked at a figure aiming at himself with a muzzle. A flame flashed from the muzzle of the muzzle. As soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground heavily again and fell into the muddy trench. He heard the sound of dense machine guns, submachine guns, and the Chinese army's hair. The roar was mixed with more desperate howls and screams. It was mixed.

The position has been occupied... This is the last line consciousness in Ryuta Hashimoto's life.

"Is it warm?"

In the curtain, when the soldiers cleaned up the Japanese military position that had just been captured, Shi Jingde, who felt warm all over, shouted at his subordinates that after taking down the Japanese military position, there was no need to execute the silence.

"Ring leader, if you can warm the fire!"

"Look at the fire, maybe the soldier's shell will come the next second!"

After a fierce battle, the soldiers whispered and laughed there. The enthusiasm brought by the struggle between life and death was excessive, and he felt that his calves were cold and painful. Shi Jingde took out dry woolen sweaters and wool trousers from his backpack and put them on. Then he casually pulled the body of the Japanese army, put the mud in the trench with the body, and then put the Japanese soldier's big The clothes were thrown on the trench, leaning against the trench, sitting on the corpse of the Japanese soldier, cribbling over his coat and waiting for the dawn. The soldiers around him were mostly doing so.

After a while, he felt relieved all over his body. He lay down along the trench. Shi Jingde, who was lying in the trench, comfortably smoked a cigarette. With such a corpse pillow, the clothes on the body were like a cushion. With a little light when smoking, Shi Jingde saw clearly. Although there was a lot of dirt on his face, he could still see that he was very young, and his young face was still full of fear, and his life seemed to be fixed in the last fear.

Sitting on the enemy's body... Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of grandeur arose. Shi Jingde hummed a word in his throat with a cigarette in his cigarette.

"Hungry and hungry meat, laughing and thirsty to drink the blood of the Xiongnu!"

Maybe that word is in this artistic conception! But before he could have the artistic conception of making poetry in his heart, the order over there broke his imagination.

"Transfer the position immediately, 2.5 kilometers ahead, and build a defensive position!"

(to be continued)