Chapter 51 New Moon

In 1914, December 23 of the tenth year of the Empire (the seventh day of the winter month and the winter solstice of the lunar calendar), Wednesday.

There is no cloud in the sky of the Dassa Desert. If such a weather is in China, people can see a winding crescent moon, but for the soldiers in the desert trenches, they can't see a crescent moon, let alone the stars in the sky. Of course, for soldiers, no one is in the mood to watch these things. .

The soldiers' eyes were only gray smoke and dust, and the red, white and green flares rose from the horizon to time, replacing the moon and stars, and slowly moving high in the sky. A flare rose, illuminating the snow of the earth, the chaotic rumble sounded on the line of the team's defense, and the sky was illuminated by many white flashes.

A string of red lights swept through the sky and flew to the opposite Turkish army position, exploding into red and green fireballs, thunder and lightning, the sky was bright and dark, and golden fire like fireworks and rain flashed on the Turkish position.

"... One person was killed and two people were injured in the first class; three people were injured in the second class; four people were injured in the third class; one person was injured in the platoon. The list of casualties is as follows..." Under the dark night sky, an officer whispered to the company commander about the casualties in the afternoon in the earthen house behind the trench.

"Well, we are all fine. Like you, two people were killed and five people were injured. There are only eleven casualties in the whole company. This time, the heavy company was miserable. They were ambushed. More than a dozen trucks, except for two vehicles with supplies, were all on the way and were blown up by the Turks. This battle will be fought like this. Without supplies, we can't hold on for a few days.

The officers frowned, and their voices were very subtle, as if they were afraid of being known by the soldiers.

War is about logistics, and the art of war is actually very simple. It can even be said that there is no art surname at all. The so-called art surname has always been the boast of literati. The essence of war is to fight for materials, ammunition and manpower. All three are indispensable.

The simplest and most effective way of war is not the commander's resourcefulness, but the supply of sufficient supplies, sufficient replenishment of troops, and finally morale. It can even be said that in many battlefield environments, morale is not worthy of the factor that determines the surname, and morale sometimes even increases fearless death. .

"Ah? Is that so? Isn't there a well in our position? In the desert, just guard the well!"

The officer wearing a helmet looked into the distance. This front position is 18 kilometers away from the rear, but this 18 kilometers is defenseless. The Turkish camel cavalry will always attack the heavy convoy inadvertently, which is very fast and effective.

"As long as the well is still in our hands, we can hold on. Without water, how long can the Turks last?"

In the desert, water is the most important thing. Without water, even Iron Man can't hold on.

"It is because the well is with us that they stare at us like flies..."

Everything has both advantages and disadvantages. The world is always like this. It is difficult for the dialogue of the officers in the earthen house to reach the ears of the soldiers in the trench. At this time, these soldiers waiting for dawn in the simple trench without paint are licking their wounds like injured beasts against the simple chest wall.

Wang Ze stared at his blood-red eyes, sat in the trench with a rifle in his arms, looking up at the sky, and the rising flares lit up his young face. The ruddy face that used to be youthful and energetic disappeared, replaced by a tired, pale, blackened face with smoke, bearded and depressed face.

The war will change a lot of things. Wang Ze, a former top student of the Nanjing Imperial Law Department, has been completely changed by the war. When he captured this desert town two days ago, he also felt that he was a murderer for killing people, and even hated himself. At this time, he is eager to kill everything. The Turks who appeared in front of him didn't care even if they went to hell after death.

If he dies, he will die in his arms.

He was Wang Ze's only friend here. In the afternoon, when the Turkish army was charging, he was swept into the chest by the Turkish light machine gun, and several machine gun bullets almost tore his chest. After repelling the Turkish attack, Xu Fulin had swallowed his last breath in Wang Ze's arms before the health soldiers came.

"Mom, I'm in pain..."

Up to now, his ears are still the faint and painful shouts of Xu Fu before his death. He watched the blood gushing out of his chest. Every time he spoke, the blood foam would spew out of his mouth, but there was nothing he could do. The only thing he could do was to watch him in his arms, slowly. Slowly die after suffering!

As a friend of Xu Fulin, Wang Ze knew that Xu Fulin's greatest wish, who sometimes thought like a philosopher, was to be admitted to a junior college, then enter a company, earn more than 100 yuan a month, take his parents from the mountainous area to the city to enjoy happiness, and then marry a daughter-in-law and have several children. He only read to the ninth grade of tuition provided by the state. Because his hometown is in the mountainous area, it is difficult for his family to afford his college tuition. He once tried to apply for a scholarship, but he did not get a scholarship because of his grades.

In the end, he chose to join the army for a very simple reason. After he retired, the army would provide him with tuition, but now he is dead. All his ideals can never be realized with the arrival of several machine gun bullets, leaving only the old man who lost his relatives.

"Hey... Aze, have a little bit. This is the little medicinal wine I secretly brought with me when I left my hometown. Take a sip to refresh yourself. ...Oh, the person is dead. Don't be too sad."

The sleepy Sun Maoyang's dark face appeared in Wang Ze's sight. He was the monitor. In the past, he had no good impression on this "ideological criminal", but now, on the battlefield, there is any good impression and evil feelings. Everyone is on the battlefield. No one knows when to die and when to live.

It sounds good. They are fighting for the prestige of the empire thousands of miles away and the territory of the empire in a foreign country. It's unpleasant to say. On the battlefield, the reason why all the soldiers continue to fight is very simple. For the brothers around them, it is also to survive. One person can't live on the battlefield, so they want to They fight for their brothers. In the final analysis, they still fight for life.

Alive!

It's better to live than anything else! As long as you have been on the battlefield, you will know the meaning of living!

Half-opened his blood-stained eyes, Sun Maoyang handed a kettle bottle under Wang Ze's nose.

"College students, take a sip! Don't worry about it. If you're drunk, you'll be fine!"

As his monitor, of course, he knows that in the class, college students have no friends, only one, but today he died in his arms.

Wang Ze gently pushed open the wine bottle handed over by the monitor Kong and said sadly:

"Thank you, sir. I don't want to drink."

After saying that, he inadvertently saw a light machine gun, which was a light machine gun captured from the Turks, that was the light machine gun that hit the dead line. This light machine gun was left. This is the foreign trade QJ-1 A light machine gun, the standard equipment of the QJ-1 A light machine gun Imperial Guards, every The infantry squad is equipped with two. This light machine gun has been exported to more than 20 countries around the world in the past few years, and Turkey is also the most important purchasing country.

And the foreign trade model used by the Turks, the German 7.9mm*57 Mauser bullet, the Mauser bullet and the D-1 7.62mm pedoper bullet are only a slight difference. It is said that the cartridge case of the D-1 rifle shell was designed with reference to the Mauser bullets, so the two are only different in the warhead caliber. Therefore, only If the barrel needs to be replaced, it can be used as a standard weapon of the army, so it will be left by the squad leader to strengthen the firepower of the infantry squad.

"Banner, give me this machine gun!"

Wang Ze pointed to the machine gun and said that now he just wanted to kill a few more Turks to avenge the dead Xu Fulin, so he hoped to take this machine gun to avenge his friends and shoot cass of bullets at those Turks.

"Machine gun..."

Looking at his college students, Sun Maoyang shook his head and then hummed.

"Machine gun, do you know that machine gunners are the most dangerous!"

He is telling the truth. Machine gunners have always been the most dangerous and have the highest casualty rate. Half of the people killed today are machine gunners.

"I know!"

Wang Ze, who lost his mind by hatred, nodded and answered.

"You can't do it!"

After taking a sip of wine, Sun Maoyang still did not let go.

"In addition to the 13 weeks of basic training in the training camp, a machine gunner has to enter the machine gun training team for six weeks, and then two more weeks of training, just you... you can't!"

Drinking wine, Sun Maoyang no longer paid attention to this subordinate who was blinded by hatred. He was not afraid that he would not do a good machine gun. In fact, when every soldier left the training camp, in addition to passing the basic rifle training, he also had to obtain the qualification of a machine gun. The high casualties of the machine gunners required everyone. You must learn to make machine guns.

" monitor, I can learn! And I can use a machine gun!"

"I know, not only to know how to use it, but also to be able to do it!"

When the cat moved to another position, Sun Maoyang left a sentence.

"You boy, your heart is too soft. Now your eyes are full of hatred, and your mouth is tough. When you really kill, your hands will be soft, and maybe the brother of a class will be killed by you. Do you think I hurt you? I'm afraid you'll kill your brothers!"

The monitor's words only made Wang Ze dumb for a while. Today, in the face of the Turkish counterattack, he hesitated to pull the trigger several times, so that he missed the target.

"Okay, don't think nonsense, go to sleep! If you have the ability, you can seize a light machine gun by yourself. At that time, no one will rob you!"

Suddenly, a murmur beside him only confused Wang Ze. He lowered his head and used the light of the flare. He saw the blood on the military uniform, which was Xu Fulin's blood!

"Wang Ze of Class One, Major Li of the Legion Intelligence Office will let you go there!"

Suddenly, a man ran over with a cat's waist. When the words reached Wang Ze's ears, it only stunned him. Legion Intelligence Office? Major Li?

The officer in an Arab turban came to his mind. Why did he come to him?

Although he didn't know the answer, Wang Ze still ran over with a gun. It was an Arabic-style earthen house, which was one of the few houses that had not been blown up in this town. When he approached the door, he heard a scream in the room. He was shocked and quickly broke in with a gun.

As soon as the man entered the room, he smelled a strong smell of blood in the air. There were two Turks hanging under the crossbar in the middle of the house. One of them was obviously out of breath, and the other seemed to be dying. On the chair on one side sat a shirtless officer, the intelligence officer!

Looking at the scene in front of him in surprise, Wang Ze couldn't help but be stunned.

"First-class soldier, how about it? I'm used to it!"

"Good, sir!"

Li Shaocheng, who was so tired, smiled and took out a metal cigarette case from his trouser pocket, pulled out one and handed it to Wang Ze. After being rejected, he ordered one himself.

Wang Ze looked at the Turk hanging on the horizontal bar. He couldn't see a piece of intact skin on his body at all. Obviously, he had suffered all kinds of torture.

"I'm not used to it?"

Li Shaocheng knows that he is talking nonsense. Who can get used to this kind of thing?

"I heard that your friend is dead, right?"

"Ah!"

Wang Ze was still silent, and his eyes looked at the Arab from time to time. "This is the Arab cavalry that attacked the heavy cavalry, not the Turks. What we have always suspected has been confirmed. His confession proves that the Kingdom of Nezhi is not our friend, and they do not welcome us..."

Of course, Li Shaocheng did not say that in fact, this is the intelligence he "need". Sometimes as intelligence officers, they need some "intelligence", and these "intelligence" are what they need. If not, they can "create" it. Just like now, the legion needs a "intelligence is a potential enemy" "People" information, so he did everything he could to get this information from the mouths of these two prisoners.

"Now, I'll give you a task, and you send him to the rear!"

"Yes!"

At this time, Li Shaocheng added.

"But the rear headquarters doesn't need him. Do you know how to do it?"

With his eyes slightly open, Wang Ze looked at the officer in front of him in surprise.

"You take him for a walk, do you understand?"

"I refuse!"

The answer was completely instinctive from Wang Ze's mouth.

"This is an order!"

A few minutes later, Wang Ze, who left the town with the wounded soldier, looked at the prisoner who could not even stand on the road in front of him. He hesitated and raised the rifle in his hand.

After the gunshot, looking at the corpse in the distance, Wang Ze looked up at the sky. In the night sky with illumination bullets, a crescent moon hung on the canopy, and the crescent moon was blocked by a little cloud. It seemed that the crescent moon did not want to see the endless tearing on the ground!

(to be continued)