Chapter 212 Contradiction

"Attack! The only way to win is to attack!"

It's raining in the sky, and the spring rain suddenly makes the weather very cold, and the sky and the earth are gray.

The fierce battle began in the early morning. The rainstorms and cold weather. The battle was very hard. The attacking soldiers fell on the hillside countless times, covered with mud. The military uniforms were wet by rain. The cold rain and [***] military uniforms made everyone tremble with cold and their lips black and purple, but even so, They still attacked silently with the whistle and fought silently.

The 76th Wing Guarding the Hill built six lines of defense on the hillside. When the attacking troops conquered the first line of defense at dawn, a heavy rain fell. It was only half an hour. The trenches were full of rainwater like a river. The soldiers' waists were soaked in muddy water, and their Around, grenades and shells kept exploding.

The machine gun shooter aimed at the Japanese defense line a few meters away and waved bullets. At this time, the sound of the gun and the shooting of the machine gun lost the crispness of the past. It looked so dull in the pouring rain, not only the sound of guns and cannons, and the officers and soldiers nestled in the mud ditch also looked very dull.

"Your uncle's..."

After scolding, Wei Ze wiped the rain on his face, and his eyes stared at the Japanese military defense line that kept blowing up the flames. The bullets shot from the mountain almost flew against his body. The roar of the bullets only made him frown, and then wiped the rain on his face.

The war was like this, which made Zhao Gang angry first. Like others, he wiped the rain from his forehead to the tip of his nose again and again, but his mouth kept talking.

"Oh, this damn weather!"

Looking at the hillside of almost 50 degrees, and then looking at the rain falling from the sky, Zhao Gang clearly knew that the damn rain blocked their attack. In this climate and battlefield environment, the safest way is to defend, not attack, but looking at the annoying faces beside him, he knew that he must To attack.

Everyone knows clearly that if they shoot each other so deadly, they can't solve the problem at any time. If they don't attack, they can only stay in the trench and let the rain soak in it. Don't think about it. Everyone understands how painful this will be for the soldiers, and tomorrow's combat effectiveness will be Seriously affected.

"Attack!"

Zhao Gang said to himself.

"It seems that there is nothing we can do except attack!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Gang looked at Wei Ze beside him. At this time, his face was full of anxiety. Even this veteran was like this, let alone others.

Finally, Zhao Gang made a decision. He stared at the Japanese defense line about 80 meters ahead, and only needed a charge!

"Attack!"

At the same time as the sound of the sound, he shouted and stood up from the trench with a submachine gun in one hand and dirt in the other. He held the charge order given by the submachine gun, and rushed out first.

The leading role of officers will be fully reflected.

As soon as Zhao rushed out, the soldiers of the whole battalion immediately hit the enemy's position like spreading a big net. Zhao Gang charged in front, and Wei Ze followed him closely. Their two wings were soldiers who jumped out of the trenches. They followed quickly without a word, and the soldiers on the left and right wings were pointing at the officers' fingers. With a wave, the company led by the battalion commander maintained a corresponding distance.

At a distance of about 50 meters from the enemy's position, the attacking soldiers threw out grenades fiercely. At the beginning of the attack, their grenades were held in their right hand, and their little thumbs clasped to pull the fire ring. The previous submachine gun was like a runaway, when there was still 30 meters away. Wait, they threw out the grenades. Many grenades fell directly into the enemy's trenches and blew up some Japanese soldiers, and a few grenades rolled down and exploded in the middle of the attacking troops.

But even so, the whole infantry battalion rushed into the enemy's position with overwhelming momentum. The submachine guns and machine guns immediately shot at the Japanese army in the trench. After the submachine gunners and the machine gunners sprinkled a box of bullets, the rifleman with the rifle immediately jumped into the trench and killed the remaining Japanese soldiers with a bayonet.

"A charge!"

The battle ended faster than Zhao Gang thought, but there was no smile on his face, because when he was charging, he saw many comrades-in-arms beside him fall down, some were tripped, and some were shot by bullets.

"42, 57 people were killed and injured..."

As a sergeant, after the end of this charge, Wei Ze reported to the battalion commander that he seized these two trenches and paid the price of nearly one hundred and five people.

"If there is no accident, we can withdraw it in half an hour!"

Zhao Gang shook his head and looked at the Japanese army fleeing to the third line of defense. Under the pursuit of machine guns, someone was knocked to the ground from time to time.

As soon as the rain stopped, the soldiers lit and baked clothes everywhere, lying on the ground around the fire. After a short rest, the soldiers who survived the third battalion lined up to say goodbye to the bodies of their fallen comrades-in-arms. Zhao Gang personally lit a fire on the firewood pile and watched the remains of his comrades-in-arms turn into ashes with the flames under the curse of the accompanying monk. Finally, after it was extinguished, he smashed the ashes with a bayonet, and then put them into the lunch box left by his comrades-in-arms. The soldiers also learned from the appearance of the battalion commander, put the ashes of their comrades-in-arms who were usually close to them into the lunch boxes left by their comrades-in-arms, then wrapped them with white cloth, and then hung the box around their necks.

When night fell again, they put the urn on a shelf in a house serving as a mourning hall. The soldiers used the rapeseed oil they didn't know from there, rubbed them into a lamp rope with gauze, lit the Changming lamp, and then used paper cigarettes as incense.

According to the funeral regulations of the Guards, the ashes of the dead will be worshipped in the battle hall for three days, and during these three days, the accompanying monks will read spells for several hours every day to surpass the souls of the soldiers.

The incantation of the monk with the army spread in the air, and outside the mourning hall, the soldiers with guns looked very solemn, and the officers and soldiers who rested in the distance also looked sad. Today, they lost 72 brothers. For them, this was the day with the heaviest casualties after the landing.

"On April 12, the rain launched an attack on the enemy's defensive high ground at 4:15 a.m. At noon, it fought fiercely for eight hours, and 72 officers and soldiers in the whole battalion were killed. The battlefield of the war was the duty of the soldiers, but it was still extremely sad!"

Zhao Gang wrote the diary, and the battlefield diary was very brief. After writing the diary, he began to draft letters to the 72 brothers' families. As a commander, he must personally write to the families of these people to appease their grief of losing their loved ones.

At this time, outside the tent, Wei Ze sat by the fire with several good subordinates, each of whom sniffed from time to time, and almost everyone caught a cold. Song Pengcheng took off his military boots, put his feet to the edge of the fire very casually, and said rude words.

"Grandma's head, the skin on the back of his feet is thick again..."

"Frew it off!"

Wei Ze spit out a sentence and looked at Song Pengcheng. The boy's luck was by no means ordinary. A Japanese grenade was thrown at his feet, but it didn't explode.

Grenade, thinking of his own grenade, Wei Ze took out a captured grenade of the Japanese army. The grenade is exactly the same as the domestic grenade, with a cast iron holster and a wooden handle. I heard that after the Northeast Neutral War, the Japanese Army began to imitate the unique grenade of the Guards.

Although it is an imitation, Wei Ze likes this kind of Japanese grenade very much. Its power is more powerful than that of domestic grenades, as if it is because the two have different potions.

At this time, Wei Ze noticed that there seemed to be something written in white paint on this grenade.

"Translation Chen, take a look, what is this written?"

Handing the grenade to Chen Mingtian, Wei Ze is not annoyed with him. He has his own reason, and he has his own reason, but his beliefs are different.

"Typical punishment for violence!"

Chen Mingtian seemed a little timid when he replied. In fact, he hoped to transfer him several times, but in the end, the regiment has not approved it. In Chen Mingtian's opinion, if he stays in this place, he is likely to be shot coldly. Although everyone doesn't like him now, he still tries to get closer to danger. He knows Dao, as long as Wei Ze is by his side, he will not die, otherwise he will definitely get into trouble.

"severe punishment for violent China?"

Listening to this, Wei Ze grinned.

"I just have a good time with my mouth!"

When he said this, he saw Song Pengcheng playing with a ring on his finger, so he asked.

"Cheng Zi, what is that?"

"What? Huh? Is this it?"

Song Pengcheng was stunned and grabbed Wu Zhenhua's hand beside him and showed it to the sergeant.

"This boy also has it!"

"Where did you get it?"

"Well," Song Pengcheng's face showed some strange smiles.

"It was exchanged with a bayonet! Zhenhua is right!"

"Ah, uh-huh..."

Wu Zhenhua answered stupidly, but his eyes didn't even dare to look at the officer.

"Let's say no. I want to go back to the woman, but the woman said that she would like to ask us to take it anyway. It's hard to be affectionate. The military and the people are not in a situation. There's nothing we can do, so we have to put it away..."

Listening to Song Pengcheng fooling around, Wei Ze just shook his head and sighed. These people... have completely changed!

In the early morning of the next day, under the rotational attack of the three infantry battalions, the mountain was conquered and the road to Xiangchuan City was opened. However, despite this, the Japanese army's defense was still very tenacious, because there was no military map or guide, the army could only use on-site reconnaissance to determine the offensive road. Line, and the way of attack, except for the forced front, there is almost no choice. However, the attack stopped unexpectedly, and the troops needed to be repaired to launch a forced attack on the main points.

Although it is close to Ganxiangchuan City, it is farther away from the rear. The heavy supplies carried by the troops when they set out have already been consumed, and I don't know when the materials transported by the rear can be reached. Therefore, the first division on the front line can no longer refer to the supply to the rear, especially In this case, all materials must be collected locally to temporarily maintain the needs of the troops.

The supply of rice and vegetables is not difficult, but the corresponding various condiments are almost exhausted. In the past, when the soldiers collected materials, they were "outside the door", but now they have to enter my home and collect the salt in my home. Salt is easy to solve, but for the wounded, the wounded need sugar to supplement. Nutrition, in the field hospital, sometimes a sip of sugar water, or even the last sip that a seriously injured person can drink.

In order to get sugar for the wounded, the soldiers even need to put the bayonet on their necks to get less poor white sugar or brown sugar. Compared with Chinese farmers, the Japanese farmers are poorer, and they can't see any sugar at all. Although the troops responsible for collecting materials have exhausted all means, There is only a limited amount of sugar.

Wu Fengping of the field hospital wrapped the white sugar in paper and put it in the lunch box. Only when the seriously injured needed it and was told by the doctor would he use a little, but despite this, there was less than a box of sugar left.

"Maybe there will be sugar somewhere! White sugar is also OK..."

As the monitor of the cooking class of the field hospital, Wu Fengping, who is less than 1.5 meters tall, looks no different from himself. Wu Fengping, who was carrying dozens of military vouchers, looked for sugar everywhere and compared with those he met, but until the end, he still couldn't get the candy he needed.

After buying sugar for a long time, he couldn't buy it. As soon as he returned to the cooking class, he saw more than a dozen strips prescribed by the military doctor, each of which was a cup of sugar water, which was for the wounded soldiers who could not eat. However, when he went to get the sugar, he found that the sugar had disappeared!

As soon as he saw that the sugar had disappeared, Wu Anping only felt a numbness in his scalp, and immediately stood aggressively in front of the stove.

"Who touched my sugar!"

When he spoke, he already had a stick from his arm in his hand.

The soldiers who were cooking in the kitchen said with one voice that they didn't know, and they also said that they were still there at lunch. Finally, the suspect fell on the local husbands. In the kitchen of the field hospital, there were five people who were expropriated from passing through a small town.

But because he couldn't understand the words, he couldn't ask. Wu Anping, who was angry, taught one of them a lesson with a stick. He was very young and wearing a black school uniform. This kind of person was the most suspected.

"Go and ask for a translator!"

"Is this the guy?"

Chen Mingtian said while coming in with a cigarette in his hand. He followed Wei Ze to the field hospital to see several brothers and was pulled over.

"This man has been helping the kitchen here since three days ago. He is very honest. It's not necessarily him!"

Listening to the introduction of the people next to him, Chen Mingtian looked at the seemingly cowardly young man and felt that it was not necessarily him. After asking several times, the young man said that he didn't know, and finally said.

"Maybe the soldier took it!"

"Impossible, soldiers can't steal!"

With his eyes wide open, Wu Anping listened to the man saying that his subordinates had stolen sugar. He immediately surged up and then immediately began to search for this person. Finally, he found a ball of paper in his pocket and unfolded.

Wu Anping shouted.

"I just use this paper to wrap sugar!"

Chen Mingtian saw that the paper was a leaflet scattered by the army.

"My sugar!"

Thinking of the candy of the wounded that was swallowed by this guy, Wu Anping's eyes were angry. Looking at the bold man in front of him, he was even more angry. He pulled up the young man and left. He took him to the stream dozens of meters away. Chen Mingtian also followed him. He only saw Wu Anping pull out the bayonet directly and stabbed him in the back without hesitation. The bayonet went straight through his chest, and the young man screamed down. In the stream, there was a splash.

"You, what are you doing?"

Chen Mingtian shouted.

"Damn this guy stole all the candy prepared for the wounded!"

After scolding, Wu Anping rushed back angrily, and Chen Mingtian looked at his back, and then looked at the young man lying down in the stream. The blood reflected the stream red. He could kill a person for a little sugar. This life was too worthless. He looked at the body in a heavy mood. When he walked back to the kitchen, he saw Wu Anping had washed his hands and stood by the stove preparing the chicken soup for the wounded, while the rest of the others looked at him occasionally with fearful eyes and began to work hard.

" monitor, have you killed it?"

"Kill it!"

"Monster, it's a pity that the boy did a good job..."

"Damn stealing candy, that candy is for the wounded!"

Wu Anping shouted, and there was a trace of shame on his face.

"Brothers were injured in the war on the front line. We can't even give them a cup of sugar tea. It's really..."

When Wu Anping turned his face, Chen Mingtian suddenly felt that his heart was stung. He looked at the cooking monitor who seemed to be crying. He was sad that he could not give the wounded soldier a cup of sugar tea.

On the other hand, he can kill a person for a little sugar. In any case, Chen Mingtian can't understand what kind of people this is and what kind of army it is.

At this time, Wu Anping stared at the fire in the stove in front of the stove, and his whole body was stunned.

"It would be good if I could get sugar!"

"Wu..."

Squeaking, Chen Mingtian didn't say anything. In front of him was still the bloody body that stained the stream with blood. Similarly, when he looked at the cooking monitor in front of him who was annoyed that he could not give any help to the wounded.

"Ban commander, the brothers of the second battalion have got a few old hen. Let's see if we should give each of the brothers in the seriously injured area a bowl of old hen noodles in the evening!"

"Ah, old hen! Do you have any eggs?

Listening to the dialogue between them, Chen Mingtian blinked his eyes and could hardly believe what he heard and saw. For the first time, he was puzzled by the army he was in. The brothers in this army showed that they had two completely different sides.

The cruelty to the enemy and the love for brothers are vividly shown in them. Carrying some heavy feet, Chen Mingtian left the kitchen of the field hospital.

(to be continued)