Chapter 210 Cold and Hot

After a night's rest, on the sixth day of the march, there was still no fierce battle. Like yesterday, only a small group of national stand-up teams with old-fashioned weapons or bamboo guns attacked between the land. After searching and reconnaissance in the division and regiment search battalion, the troops set out again.

"Wow..."

Taking a deep breath, Sawakawa Kasahara took out a pistol from the abandoned dirt barrier by the roadside. The gun was left by his father, who was the head of the police station. His father, who led the team to attack the [***] camp at night yesterday, died in the battle, and he fled with his friends, and finally hid in the one that was originally to resist the Chinese. In the invading and built castle.

"Zawakawa, do you think the Chinese will hit Tokyo?"

Holding a Japanese knife left by his grandfather in his hand, Komuraki's body trembled from time to time. He was afraid. How could he not be afraid? The middle [***] team outside has not only rifles, but also the kind of gun that can fire dozens of bullets with a trigger. Last night, when Mr. Kasahara led everyone to attack, he couldn't even enter the barracks of the middle [***] team, and was killed by several Chinese with that kind of gun.

Although the vision was not good at night, Xiaocunmu still saw that his brother, whose thigh was broken, was stabbed to death by several Chinese soldiers with bayonets. All night, Xiaocunmu's mind was full of his brother's screams.

"As long as everyone is like us, they can't occupy the four countries. We are fighting for the survival of the emperor!"

Looking back at the three classmates in the bunker, their faces were full of fear.

"Classmates, if we don't go to war, it won't exist!"

There is a trace of sadness in Sawakawa's words, but through the shooting hole, you can see that the expression is full of perseverance.

"Fight for the Japanese!"

Four fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers nodded heavily. Now is the time to fight for the survival of the Japanese.

Several simple bunkers outside the town, after the guards captured the town, only after a simple search, set up a sentry post near the bunker. Last night, near the sentry post, 36 people suspected of attacking the barracks were executed. At this time, bodies were still piled up near the sentry posts.

A soldier wanted to relax before marching, because the army was pulled out. In order to avoid people, he was ready to go to the bunker to untie his hands. He looked at the Chinese soldier in green uniform. His hand holding a pistol sweated nervously, but his eyes stared at the Chinese soldier's arm on his elbow.

is the kind of weapon that can shoot dozens of bullets with one trigger.

"Hold your breath!"

Looking at the Chinese soldier coming towards him, Zecun whispered, aiming at the approaching Chinese soldier with a pistol in his hand. The man held toilet paper in his hand. When he walked to the entrance of the bunker, he looked at it with some vigilance. At this moment, Zecun pulled the wrench.

The moment the gunfire sounded, the soldiers outside the cave were immediately shot and fell to the ground.

"Come on, pull him in!"

Zecun roared, and Komura and others immediately pulled the hit Chinese soldier into the bunker.

"Take their guns!"

After grabbing the weapon with a long magazine under the gun, Sawamura looked very excited. Is this the kind of gun that can fire bullets continuously?

Almost as soon as they heard the gunfire, Wei Ze and others rushed over and saw the scene where the deputy monitor of Class 3 was pulled into the bunker.

"Fed! How to search, there are still remnants! Pig head, carry your machine gun here!"

The angrily, Wei Ze shouted behind him loudly.

At the same time, he roared and ran to the field near the bunker with a submachine gun. Dozens of corpses were lost near the bunker. They were all mobs executed last night. They were mostly stabbed to death by bayonets. There was no need to waste bullets, especially in the case of detachment from the rear, no one was willing to waste bullets.

"..."

He held a heavy submachine gun, aimed at the Chinese running outside the hole, and pulled the trigger. Zemura was stunned, and the gun did not sound!

What's going on? Didn't you pull the bolt yourself?

Why can't you pull the trigger!

"Bang, bang..."

At this time, there was a continuous and short gunshot sound from outside the bunker. Zhu Datou, who was coming with a machine gun, lay not far behind the sergeant. According to the light machine gun, he fired a few two shots at the wooden bunker, but there was no consecutive shots in the bunker at all.

"Quick!"

Although the bunker did not fight back, Wei Ze, who was careful, still fell more than ten meters away from the bunker and turned around and shouted at the soldiers behind him.

"Take an aggravated grenade..."

As soon as the words came out, he shouted with some regret.

"Take another chili jar! Hurry up!"

The pepper jar is a kind of cigarette jar of the Guards, but the thin tin jar contains not explosives, but potassium nitrate and Yunnan Chaotian pepper. When pulled, in addition to the yellow smoke, the pungent smell of pepper can choke people to death.

The two soldiers who had followed him immediately bent down and ran back to the camp, and Wei Ze, who was only a dozen meters away from the bunker, had already gritted his teeth and scolded.

"The son of a bitch search, it's all his mother's food!"

scolding, Wei Ze looked around again. There were dozens of corpses piled up nearby. It seemed that some corpses were torn and gnawed by hungry dogs or other beasts last night. Several corpses or legs or buttocks were half less meat, and the thigh bone of a corpse next to him was also exposed.

"Da!"

After fiddling with it for a while, Sawamura finally pulled the gun to a knob on the left, and then pulled the trigger outside the hole.

"D..."

The rapid gunshots and the back seat only made Sawamura tremble all over. He didn't even know where the bullet hit.

"This gun..."

Everyone opened their eyes wide. This gun is so powerful!

"The dog said!"

Listening to the sound of submachine guns from the bunker, Wei Ze scolded again. No wonder he was angry. All troops had received a notice that they would rather let me capture ten rifles than let them capture a submachine gun. A submachine gun fell on my pistol. If the army was marching, it suddenly appeared from the roadside. As long as you pull the trigger, you may be able to put down more than a dozen brothers. Pa, pa..."

Zhu Datou in the rear hit back and shot two points in succession in the direction of the hole.

"S sir, I have a two grenade here. Let's tie the grenade..."

According to the machine gun, Zhu Datou shouted loudly that the use of cluster grenades when there is no heavier grenades is a common means of attack operations.

"Don't make those bastards cheap!"

Wei Ze roared, still waiting for the pepper jar to choke out the person in the bunker, and then clean them up.

A few minutes later, the soldier finally rushed to get the pepper jar. After several air passes, the pepper jar was accurately thrown to Wei Ze's side, grabbed the pepper jar Wei Ze a few steps, and then stopped near the entrance of the bunker, directly opened the pepper jar, and the yellow smoked pepper jar was accurately thrown in. Inside the bunker, thick smoke came out of the entrances and shooting holes on both sides.

"Cough..."

After the pungent pepper smoke spread in the bunker, Sawakawa and the students around him kept coughing loudly, and the tears covered their eyes. Although the spicy people could not open their eyes, he knew that now the Chinese were waiting for them outside the bunker, and Wei Ze, who threw out the pepper jar with a submachine gun in his hand, rushed. He shouted loudly behind him.

"You are not allowed to shoot!"

Then he put his body close to the ground and aimed at the hole.

Dozens of seconds later, in a fierce cough, a man in a black student costume jumped out of the thick smoke, and then ran with his head in his hands. There was no direction at all, no goal, and he just ran blindly.

"The dog said!"

He scolded at his mouth, and Wei Ze, who jumped up, tried his best to hit his head with the butt of the submachine gun. With a scream, he fainted on the ground. Then, two of them ran out one after another, all in student clothes.

"Two...three!"

After waving the butt of the gun and knocking down three days in succession, Wei Ze walked to the bunker with a submachine gun and arrived at the entrance of the bunker.

Sawakawa, who was in tears like rain, didn't know that someone had rushed in at all. He just instinctively wanted to hide here. When he felt the figure rushing at him, he didn't wait for him to fight back. He only felt a pain in his chin, and he fainted in front of him.

"Wake them up!"

Looking at the bodies carried out of the bunker, Wei Ze stared at the people who were stunned by him. They should be Japanese students.

At this time, Chen Mingtian also ran over, and he was called to be a translator.

A bucket of cold water fell on his head, and the dizzy Sawakawa woke up. He looked at the Chinese soldiers around him, and flames suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"White animal running dog!"

The Chinese words spit out of Zechuan's mouth only stunned Wei Ze.

"You can speak Chinese!"

"My father went to China that year and defeated you! The slave of the Qing Dynasty!"

"The dog's little oriental nose!"

A soldier slapped Sawakawa in the face.

At this time, Wei Ze, who was expressionless, flicked open the Japanese sword searched from the bunker with his thumb. He pulled out the knife and stared coldly at the shining knife body, and then looked at the four Japanese students kneeling on it.

"Your Sir, they are students!"

Chen Mingtian explained that they should be middle school students.

"It's the enemy!"

He grabbed Chen Mingtian's collar and pressed Chen Mingtian in front of the deputy of the third class who was beaten to death.

"They are the enemies who killed the emperor's [***] people!"

Looking at the blood-stained corpse on his chest, Chen Mingtian's face turned extremely pale. He knew that for these soldiers, the common people were like ants, and they cherished the surnames of their brothers more.

Pushing Chen Mingtian away, holding a knife in his hand, Wei Ze looked at the four people coldly.

"Hmm..."

With a muffled hum, Wei Ze still threw the knife aside and took out the pistol from his waist. With a clam sound to charge the pistol, Wei Ze said coldly, "You are civilians. As civilians attacking the army, you should have the awareness of paying for it!"

"Ban!"

The gunfire sounded. Sawakawa saw Xiaoyuan's head pushing forward. The moment his brain flew away, he fell to the ground heavily.

"It's the class of this empire!"

"His Majesty the Emperor's class..."

Before Zechuan finished shouting, Wei Ze had pulled the trigger. After four shots, the four Japanese teenagers fell into a pool of blood, and Wei Ze didn't even look at it. On the contrary, Chen Mingtian was stunned by the scene in front of him. The last time, it was "heard", but this time he saw that he respected him the most. The sergeant, the real "hereorious man of the country", unexpectedly killed these four Japanese students casually. He... he... put the pistol into the holster, and Wei Ze looked at the deputy of Class Three.

"Regone!"

Wei Ze shouted loudly, and everyone, including Chen Mingtian, disturbed their legs in place.

"Psalute!"

A salute with a gun and a salute without a gun.

"Let's go with the body!"

Wei Ze gave an order to the people around him, and then raised it when he was ready to leave. A dead Japanese body happened to be at his feet. He kicked the body fiercely and kicked the originally broken head away without any sympathy.

Everyone's mood is heavy. For Wei Ze, killing the enemy is like crushing an ant with his hand. He will not show any feelings, but when he sees his comrade-in-arms die, he can't help but be sad.

When killing the enemy, Wei Ze never had a trace of emotion. As we all know on the battlefield, he was a cruel sergeant, both to the enemy and his brother, but only those brothers who he scolded loudly on the battlefield and even pointed at him with a gun would make him angry. At this time, the reason why he became A murderer is completely out of instinctive feelings for his comrades-in-arms. To a large extent, he is an excellent soldier. Soldiers should be like him. He is cruel and ruthless to the enemy, but he has heartfelt feelings for his comrades-in-arms.

Unlike many people, he never let fragile emotions interfere with his actions. He has a solid heart. He is not soft-hearted no matter how fierce the battle is, no matter how cruel the killing is. In short, to a large extent, he is a brave and loyal soldier who is the most needed in the army. He is the kind of person who was born to fight.

He belongs to the battlefield and belongs to the army. At this time, anyone can see that when two soldiers leave with the bodies of the deputy of Class 3, he walks silently beside him, as if he were guarding for his comrades-in-arms. There was a trace of sadness on his face, as if he was sad about the departure of his comrades-in-arms.

Looking at him and looking back at the corpses, Chen Mingtian could not understand the sergeant in any way. In his body, his emotions were so complicated. On the one hand, he was ruthless, and on the other hand, he was affectionate.

Sadness is only temporary. After the two bodies were carried to the seized truck, the people, who were originally sad, slowly smiled again, especially when the troops were pulled out and returned to the army, and everyone looked good.

"Okay, guys, pick up your emotions. We're still fighting!"

He said quietly, and as soon as the voice fell, the assembly number sounded in the town, and the troops were about to start again.

"You must be alive!"

A wounded man who was carried into the car shouted at these packed comrades-in-arms.

You must live!

This is the entrustment between comrades-in-arms, and it is also the simplest and most basic emotional expression. When the comrades-in-arms leave, they will cry and shout, but the next moment, they will avenge their comrades-in-arms like crazy. This is the biggest difference between the [***] team and any other army.

At this time, after the wounded who left made their wishes, they cried loudly. No one wanted to leave, because they knew that as soon as they left, they did not know when they would meet these brothers again. Maybe they would be added to other troops and could no longer meet their old brothers.

On the road to Xiangchuan City, the first regiment where Wei Ze was located was responsible for the main attack. When they were separated from the second and third regiments, they continued to advance to the north and occupied small villages and towns along the way. The battle was not as fierce as ever, and it was not even worth mentioning. Those who had no weapons and no training said that I They don't know how to attack an army at all. Their counterattack is in vain. When the slogan "His Majesty the Emperor Banzai" was waved with a knife, the soldiers rolled them to the ground like hunting, and then took the lives of the wounded with bayonets. Compared with this boring or even worthless battle. The harsh natural conditions have become the biggest enemy of the soldiers.

It's raining heavily in the sky. Sometimes when I go halfway up the mountain, there are salt particles mixed in the rainstorm. It's still very warm in the morning, and it suddenly becomes very cold in the afternoon. This is the characteristic of the mountains of the four countries.

With the rainstorm and the cold weather, the march became extremely difficult. The soldiers marching in the muddy water were covered with mud. Like the brothers around him, Wei Ze wore a raincoat and ran silently, and his whole body was covered with mud. On the roadside, the brothers of the artillery camp pushed the cannon carts moved by cows and horses, and sometimes the gunleys were sunk. In the mud, dozens of soldiers ran together to help push the gun truck. After the gun truck was pushed up again, the soldiers marched silently.

No one will complain about anything. They have experienced worse weather. His legs were stepped on the muddy water, and Wei Ze just stuffed his head and walked quickly without saying a word. The tension from the small legs that tied his feet was numb at this time, and he was frozen and numb.

"Sergeant Sergeant, that boy Chen Mingtian has reported you to the battalion commander!"

Song Pengcheng, who was carrying a gun, quietly walked to Wei Ze and told him a message.

"That grandson, you son of a bitch!"

The people next to him scolded him, and Chen Mingtian reported to the battalion commander that the sergeant killed him.

"I heard that the gendarmerie company may investigate!"

"Investigate a bird, I testify that the boy is nonsense, and the four were clearly killed in the battle..."

Zhu Datou, who was carrying a machine gun, shouted loudly. When he spoke, he looked around from time to time. He did not doubt that if he was allowed to see Chen Mingtian, he would definitely teach the boy a hard lesson.

"We are brothers, protect each other, and give our lives to each other,"

Song Pengcheng whispered the military creed next to him, and finally scolded him again.

"Fuck, Chen Mingtian, don't let me see..."

"Okay!"

After interrupting their words, Wei Ze just said something coldly.

"Go your army and go your way. They want to investigate, and I'll accompany you!"

(to be continued)