After 20 miles, 21 Japanese soldiers were left dead. The 9th Platoon, which was also exhausted, did not pursue them anymore because the further they went, the greater the risk. For safety reasons, they had to abandon the more than 30 Japanese soldiers who were lingering and retreating westward. /xshuotxt/com
Twenty Type 38 rifles were received. It was not that all the dead were riflemen, but the Japanese had never abandoned their grenade launchers and Type 99 rifles. Firepower was the capital that allowed them to survive until now, and they dared not throw them away. When the machine gunner died, the riflemen left their rifles behind to help carry the machine guns.
The three squads met near the grenade pit that blew up the wooden sign. Hu Yi walked the slowest. His feet hurt. He probably couldn't take off his shoes. He didn't feel it during the battle, but after it was over, his steps became unsteady and his legs became weak. There were still dozens of meters to the body of the Japanese second lieutenant in front of him. He was too lazy to go over. He just wanted to wait for the soldiers to strip off the spoils and go back to find a place to rest. He really needed to rest. He couldn't stand it any longer.
As a result… Runny Nose and Ma Liang started fighting. The soldiers were so limp that they sat crookedly and gasped for breath. These two actually started fighting. How capable! What time is it? How tired are they? The soldiers didn’t have the energy to stop the fight or help. They just sat on the ground and watched.
He sighed helplessly and continued walking forward, toward the two guys who were fighting and kicking each other. When he was almost in front of them, the two strong guys fell over in a tangle. It turned out that they had no strength left, but they were still holding on to each other.
"Are you two holding on? Huh?" He habitually wanted to kick these two things, but unfortunately his feet and legs hurt, so he gave up.
No one spoke. Seeing that Ma Liang and Runny Nose were still pulling each other to the ground, gasping for breath and not letting go, Chen Chong, who was standing by, had to step forward and say, "Report to the platoon leader, the second and third squad leaders are... after the telescope and the compass."
His gaze then turned to the body of the Japanese second lieutenant next to him. After understanding the reason, Hu Yi no longer paid attention to the two capable men on the ground.
Japanese officers were issued military uniforms, but they actually bought their personal belongings and certain equipment, such as binoculars, pistols, sabers, watches, compasses, etc., with their own money. The luxury of the equipment depended entirely on the officer's own financial strength. The rich used Browning pistols, optical binoculars, first-class Type 98 sabers, and even Swiss watches; the poor used the 14th-year Nambu pistol, a slightly modified Type 98 saber, a simple compass, etc.
This Japanese second lieutenant was not a wealthy man. There was a mark of a elm watch on his wrist, probably taken away by one of the Japanese who were evacuated. Hu Yi was not interested in looking at the saber, the Nambu pistol, or the ordinary Japanese compass. He only took off the Japanese telescope and the matching mirror box.
This is a Type 93 telescope, a Galilean-style military telescope with coordinates. The lens divisions are engraved directly on the objective lens. The right eyepiece is divided into two, with an extra half eyepiece lens, which uses visual difference to image the coordinates on the observed scene.
In terms of optical effect, it is not as good as Hu Yi's current Type 13 telescope, but the Japanese Type 93 telescope is small and light, only the size of a palm, which made Hu Yi think of something and actually smiled slightly.
The telescope was put into a cowhide box and stuffed into Hu Yi's bag. He stood up and ordered: "Take your stuff and retreat quickly. This is not where we should stay." Then he looked at the two idiots on the ground and said: "You two can continue with your work and cover our retreat." After he finished speaking, he began to walk east.
In the blink of an eye, the telescope disappeared. The unrepentant Ma Liang and Runny Nose rushed towards the compass at the same time, and then a fierce battle broke out again.
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A day later, Hu Yi was lying on a small beach by a stream in a valley, sleeping soundly in the sun. He rarely snored, but he did now. A pair of Japanese military shoes were placed on the rocks to dry in the sun. He was barefoot, and the places where his skin was worn out had become scabs from the sun.
There is a big rock in the middle of the stream, on which sits a barefoot little girl with pigtails sticking up. She holds a delicate and small Type 93 telescope in her hand, staring at a certain smooth water surface. In the camera, Wu Shitou is wading in the water with his sleeves rolled up and his trouser legs rolled up, trying to catch fish.
"Fool, stop catching them! The fox won't let me light a fire, and if you catch them you can't cook them, how am I supposed to eat them?"
A set of oversized military uniforms was drying by the stream. A bear wearing large flowered shorts was lying leisurely under the shade of a huge rock. He asked, "How do you dry fish? I'm not afraid of the fishy smell. Is there anyone who can do it? I can't chew the hard bun anymore!"
Ma Liang put his arms behind his head, bit a straw in his mouth, half lying by the stream, looking at the blue sky and white clouds. Liu Jianqiang had already walked past him, but for some reason he stopped, coughed deliberately, then took out a Japanese compass, gestured and looked at it for a long time in the sun.
"Are you lost in the camp?"
After hearing Ma Liang's hateful sarcasm, Liu Jianqiang put the compass into his pocket contentedly and continued to walk towards his second class.
I really regret not biting him at that time. It was too soft-hearted of me! Ma Liang muttered to himself.
Shi Cheng led a squad to stand guard outside the perimeter. Chen Chong sat by the water upstream, wiping the Type 38 rifle in his hand over and over again, but it was not enough. Now, except for the squad leader of the second squad, all the nine soldiers in the ninth row were wearing Type 38 rifles, and all had bayonets with sheaths. There were four other people who did not use this, they were Luo Fugui, Zhao Jieba, Li Xiang, and Wu Shitou.
All Japanese equipment, including shoulder bags, water bottles, lunch boxes, and bullet boxes, were incomplete except for the backpack. Nearly twenty Type 79 rifles that were replaced, nineteen steel helmets captured at that time, a Nambu pistol and a saber, including Japanese uniforms and a few pairs of worn-out shoes that were replaced were buried together on the north slope of the village, leaving a burden. Part of the Type 79 bullets went to the second squad, and the rest were all handed over to Luo Fugui and Zhao Jieba to share. The captured Youzaka rifle bullets were first distributed to the veterans of the first squad, and seventeen or eighteen grenades basically fell into the hands of the ninth squad. The remaining bullets were evenly distributed to the new recruits, and each gun received nearly fifty rounds, which was something they had never dreamed of.
Chen Chong was the squad leader, so the military shoes he picked out were the most suitable. His only regret now was that he didn't have an Eighth Route Army uniform. It was a pity to have nothing on his head and wear a khaki puppet army uniform, but this did not affect his excitement at all.
When Ma Liang and Runny Nose were almost fighting for the telescope and compass, Chen Chong, who was there and arrived at the body of the Japanese lieutenant earlier than them, did not dare to take it first, and could only watch the two guys scramble with envy. After all, she was an outsider, and she had been in the ninth platoon until now and finally understood the morality of the ninth platoon. Mule's words were not false. There were really unspoken rules here. They were ranked according to seniority. Whoever had the ability would play the role. There were differences between the three, six, and nine ranks. It was a dream to treat everyone equally!
Chen Chong's old company also valued veterans, but they were not as shameless and blatant as the Ninth Platoon. Apart from having more bullets than new recruits, veterans often had to suffer first. This time, Chen Chong was asked to choose shoes first, and he blushed in embarrassment in front of his subordinates. He was really not used to it.
I was thinking about all this and couldn't help but want to wipe the Type 38 rifle in my hand again. Something seemed to appear in my peripheral vision. I looked closely and saw a small piece of white paper floating in the stream. I put down my gun and ran a few steps into the stream without caring about my wet shoes. I picked up the paper in my hand. A burnt black edge showed that it might be a cigarette paper that had been soaked and scattered.
Hu Yi was woken up not long after. He held a small piece of paper and frowned in silence for a while. He looked up at the upper reaches of the stream and said, "Ma Liang, take your people to scout ten miles upstream. The rest of you pack up and prepare for the transfer."
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Wang Peng never dreamed that he would meet the ninth platoon of the independent regiment here. He followed Ma Liang's men downstream to meet Hu Yi.
After walking along the stream for a few miles, stepping on the fallen leaves and passing through a yellow forest, I first saw Chen Chong by the stream.
"Company...Company Commander?" Chen Chong was surprised and ran to greet him, so happy that she forgot to salute.
Ma Liang wisely led the third squad to continue walking downstream, directly to meet the platoon leader. Wang Peng stopped, looked at Chen Chong from head to toe, then looked at the nine soldiers who had gathered around him, and smiled happily: "This guy is not bad, not bad."
"Captain, how is our team?"
"It's OK. I'll tell you in detail later. Now I'm going to go see Platoon Leader Hu."
"That..." Chen Chong hesitated to speak.
"What do you want to say, woman?"
Chen Chong looked back downstream and whispered, "Captain, isn't it time for us to return to the team? Please take us back together this time."
All ten people were equipped with ten Type 38 rifles. Although they were wearing yellowish-brown uniforms of the puppet army, they were fully equipped and looked impressive. This deal was a pure profit! Wang Peng was so happy that he slapped Chen Chong on the shoulder and said, "Well, it's time to reap the rewards! Uh... It's time to return to the team. Come back with me later. Hehehe..."
When Chen Chong heard what the company commander said, she let out a long sigh and saluted excitedly on the spot.
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The two big hands were clasped together. The serious Hu Yi tried to smile once, but failed. Wang Peng called Hu Yi by his name instead of calling him Platoon Leader Hu. Both of them wanted to smile, and they both laughed, so they had to emphasize the handshake by making it more forceful.
During this raid by the Japanese, Wang Peng's regiment was not as well prepared as the independent regiment. They also had more people and suffered a lot. The situation was very difficult and the regiment headquarters was forced to split up during the transfer. Wang Peng led his company to cover the evacuation of some civilians, and then gathered the medical team that had been separated from the regiment headquarters. They moved to this nearby area to rest and recuperate.
With the little girl's enthusiastic encouragement, Wang Peng and Hu Yi soon felt free of restraint and each told their own situation. The distance between the two camps was less than ten miles, and out of respect and goodwill, Wang Peng did not rashly ask Hu Yi to join forces with him, but only asked how long the ninth platoon planned to stay here.
Hu Yi guessed what Wang Peng was thinking. Ever since they met for food, he had a good opinion of Wang Peng, so his reply to Wang Peng was: Unless something unexpected happens, the Ninth Platoon will not leave.
Wang Peng felt relieved. Before leaving, he thought about asking Hu Yi to return Chen Chong to him. However, he was too embarrassed to say it. He hesitated about how to say it in a more convincing way.
Seeing Wang Peng was silent for a while, Hu Yi thought he was angry, so he said: "It must be difficult for a company like yours to take care of such a large group of people... Do you know that there is a small well village in the southwest?"
"Xiaojing Village? I know, what's wrong?"
"There are three rocks next to each other on the north slope of the village. I have buried 19 Type 79 rifles, several bayonets, and some other odds and ends there. Send someone to get them. Later, bring me 200 rounds of Type 79 bullets. Even if your company is not short of guns, you can still arm two more squads from the civilians. It will help as much as possible."
Wang Peng immediately dismissed the idea of returning to Chen Chong's class. How could he kill a chicken that lays eggs? This was really... almost short-sighted!
Not long after, Chen Chong led his men and waited excitedly for the company commander.
"Hey, what are you all doing here?"
"Captain, aren't we going back with you?" Chen Chong and his men had already packed their luggage.
"Nonsense! Just lay eggs steadily... that... and work with the 9th platoon to get through this difficult time first. Work hard, ah. Go back quickly, there's no need for you to send me off."
All ten soldiers were dumbfounded. Laying eggs? What on earth was Qi talking about
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