Hu Yi hated this feeling, hated this feeling, this colorless feeling, this feeling that there was no meaning in life.
There was not a trace of wind, and the loess under the sun turned into a bright grayish white, dazzling and monotonous, so monotonous that it was impossible to tell whether it was hard or soft. It was just there under my feet and in front of my eyes, the same everywhere, so monotonous that I could not remember where I was.
The lush grass leaves and intertwined branches are now dark gray, with simple lines, as if they have lost their life and are no longer the original things, but just a few sloppy strokes on the background.
Through the gaps in the scribbled background, Hu Yi saw a bright road, as if, at the foot of the mountain, in the painting. It seemed that there were stationary cars, stationary helmets, stationary gun muzzles, all in a stationary, thick black color, which contrasted so strongly with the surroundings, yet was unusually coordinated.
Someone said this behind the twelfth car. I don’t remember who said it, nor do I know why they did it.
He quietly placed the machine gun and instinctively pulled the bolt. The heavy and hard buttstock made Hu Yi feel a little comforted. When the buttstock touched his shoulder, his head didn't seem to hurt as much as before.
Are we going to block the enemy again? Or are we going to cover the team's retreat? I don't want to do this anymore. I swear, this is the last time. I would rather break through than do this again. There is no point. I am very tired. Well, this is the last time. Then I will fly away like a bird, fly high, fly to those beautiful clouds, and go to sleep. In my dreams, there will always be colors, there will be...
Well, let's get to work, one, two, three, four, I still have four extra magazines, they are full, they should be placed in a handy position, arranged so that I can grab them at any time, let them be free, before me, let them be free, like birds, fly, and then sleep...
Behind the bushes, there was a cold face, like a zombie; a pair of numb eyes, lifelessly approached the butt of the gun and stayed behind the crosshairs.
The trigger, at an extremely slow and extremely steady speed, was approaching the critical point of firing. The dark muzzle seemed like an endless abyss, and the vague rifling spiraled out a strange hideousness, releasing waves of numb coldness, which gradually spread backwards, like a vine, gradually crawling over the barrel, around the gun body, and finally flowing into the narrow eyes, freezing the man and the gun into one, and then suddenly rippling a cold ripple around, breaking the ice...
Hu Yi seemed to be unable to hear any sound, he could only feel the gun beating, and his own heart was beating as well...
The swift snake was released again, turning into a beam of light, opening its vicious bloody mouth and rushing straight towards the twelfth grain cart.
There was only one Japanese soldier exposed behind the car, holding a rifle pointing at the ridge, with half of his face covered by a steel helmet.
The first bullet hit the side of the helmet, causing it to jump up instantly. The second bullet slashed across the devil's face, tearing off an ear before flying past. The third bullet came right in front of him, shooting directly into his eye, splashing a piece of crystal blood, and then piercing through the back of his head, pulling out a piece of white fragments. The fourth bullet, the fifth bullet...
When the Japanese corpse finally slid down the back of the grain truck, half of its head was missing. However, the vicious ballistic snake seemed to be crazy and still refused to give up. It continued to tear the top sack fiercely, constantly opening up one hole after another. Rice grains flew around and were hit by bullets. The rifle on top was not spared either. It was hit hard by a bullet, and sawdust flew and turned rapidly in the air. The sack was finally torn apart, and rice grains began to flow down like water, a pale white...
Suddenly, gunfire rang out, and the rain of bullets flew towards the wild grass on the ridge, whistling, cracking, breaking, and jumping...
Unfortunately, Hu Yi couldn't hear anything. He just felt that there was fog around him, and there were all kinds of things flying around in front of his eyes. The moment he pulled out the empty magazine, a whistling sound flew past his eyebrows, drawing a trace of blood. He numbly and mechanically replaced the new magazine. A bullet hole had just been shot through his collar, and a bullet was flying far behind his head...
The concussion caused by the explosion triggered Hu Yi's battlefield syndrome, causing him to forget the order to end the battle. Now, he only knew that he had to kill the people behind the twelfth grain cart, and for this, he, who was already numb, would do it at any cost!
This time, he only fired one shot downwards, and then quietly aimed at the car, standing still despite the dust and noise around him.
The first bullet from the second magazine flew alone down the hillside, rushed to the road, tore open a thick skin, left a long bloody wound, and then smashed into the ground.
The sturdy mule that was parked on the road felt a sharp pain in its buttocks and suddenly tensed its whole body. The reins tightened instantly, and the shaft and wheels suddenly squeaked strangely, and the heavy grain cart began to move...
The twelfth grain truck finally became a slowly opening curtain. A corpse with half of its head missing slowly appeared, and then a half-crouching Japanese soldier, holding a grenade launcher, stared at the grain truck that had been moved away, and finally, an assistant gunner who was about to pass a grenade to the muzzle also came on stage. He froze in his loading action, slowly raised his neck, and was surprised why the view in front of him suddenly became open...
Da da da da…
The body of the main shooter of the grenade launcher suddenly began to tremble, blood mist splashed, dissipated, then splashed again, and dissipated again. He didn't even understand what was happening. He still held the grenade launcher tightly and supported his knees. The ferocious ballistic snake gnawed at his body unscrupulously. Light gradually penetrated his chest, and something began to flow out of his abdomen. Over and over again, with each tremor, he would be pushed back a little, until he lay flat, and the vicious ballistic trajectory suddenly disappeared.
The second magazine was empty.
The assistant gunner of the Japanese grenade launcher froze like a stone, watching the whole process from beginning to end. It was very close, only half a meter away, blood was dripping from the edge of his helmet, his face was stained with the main gunner's shattered lung, and a piece of bloody intestines fell at his feet, still flowing something, gurgling with blood bubbles.
The deputy shooter kept muttering: Why do you treat a target like this? Why do you do this? He's obviously dead, why do you keep hitting him? Why do you keep breaking him? Why
Finally, a Japanese soldier nearby opened his voice and shouted at the assistant gunner of the grenade launcher who was still standing there in a daze, asking him to hide quickly.
The shouts of his comrades finally helped the deputy gunner regain some consciousness. He looked up and saw that the injured mule had pulled the grain cart off the road and stuck in the soft soil. He turned his head and saw that the grain cart in front of him on the road was more than ten meters away from him. The Japanese soldiers hiding behind and under the cart were waving at him desperately.
He threw away the grenade in his hand and started running towards the car. The moment he took a step, the first bullet from the third magazine hit the ground where he had just stopped, splashing a cloud of dust behind him. He ran with all his strength. He seemed to feel that he could not hear anything. He only saw his comrades in front of him looking behind him in horror and shouting something at him.
The second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot… The continuous trajectory of the bullets was marked by evenly spaced puffs of flying dust, chasing the panicked target while it was running wildly, and once again transformed into a ferocious snake, gracefully and perfectly pouncing on the poor and cowardly prey in front of it.
The Japanese assistant gunner used up his last bit of strength and rushed forward... clatter... crackle... whoosh whoosh whoosh...
He thought he was going to die, but he succeeded. When the fierce machine gun bullet was about to hit him, he dove under the car. The bullet hit the grain car helplessly, and then began to tear the grain car unwillingly until the third magazine was used up.
The Japanese finally understood that the machine gunner on the ridge was a demon. He was not fighting at all, he was venting his anger, and now his target was the deputy gunner. The Japanese hiding behind the grain truck drew their bayonets without hesitation and cut the ropes tied to the livestock to prevent repeating the same mistake.
Just a few seconds later, the devil snake rushed down the hillside again... Crackling... Bullets kept whizzing down and hit the grain truck. The people hiding behind the truck shrank their bodies obediently. Although they couldn't see anything, they were no longer worried. But the assistant shooter and another comrade hiding under the truck opened their eyes wide in fear again.
Wood chips flew and crackled. The two of them, who were under the car, watched the wooden wheel on the outside crack and shatter. The ferocious bullets tore into the wheel and axle again and again, slowly turning them into broken and shattered wood fragments, as if a devil was grinning at them through the bullet holes outside the wheel.
Click—
The wooden wheels on the other side of the mountain ridge finally couldn't support the heavy body of the car, and instantly turned into a pile of broken wood. The body of the car suddenly tilted over. The weight was too great, and the axle under the car smashed deeply into the ground. The grain bags piled on the body of the car suddenly tilted, and instantly slid down, rolling to the side of the road...
Hu Yi's brow was bleeding, there were two scratches on his face, and the cut on his shoulder was also bleeding. There was still a whistling sound passing by his ears from time to time. His face was still cold, his eyes were still numb, and the fifth magazine was already in place on the gun. The barrel of the machine gun was already slightly red, and occasionally a splash of grass branches would hang on the barrel, instantly emitting green smoke, and then turning into ashes.
It's time to end, it should have ended long ago, let it all end, I'm tired, we're all tired, let's end it together...
The grain cart tilted on the road, and because of the rolling of grain, the wooden board under the cart was exposed. Because the cart was tilted, the high side was exposed, a bright piece... Suddenly, black spots began to appear on it, one after another... Round, they were bullet holes, leaking light...