They were once warriors, who had been baptized by blood and fire and had broken out of tragedy time and time again.
Facing machine gun bullets from behind, the company commander's body had become a sieve, and was soaked in blood among the fruits on the street, but no one was willing to stand up again and lead the remaining troops. The deputy company commander was nowhere to be found, and the platoon leader simply slipped sideways into the alley. Everyone was only concerned about himself.
In fact, as long as one squad goes back, they can deal with the heavy machine gun, or force it away from the main street, because this is not an open area, and the heavy machine gun does not seem to have a cover group. They have experience, especially street fighting experience, firepower, and ammunition and grenades are fully hung. Not counting those lying in the stinking ditch on the street, they still have at least half a company of troops. In any aspect, they are not comparable to the Tubalu in front of them, but they have lost their former combat effectiveness. However, because the company commander was beaten into a sieve, no one is willing to take responsibility. They collapsed after a setback. Why
Because they were abandoned by their beliefs! But they have no right to criticize their beliefs for being ruthless!
Hu Yi was carrying the main body of a heavy machine gun weighing more than 40 kilograms while moving. Although the bloody clothes stripped from the corpse were placed on his shoulders and the cooling tube was splashed with water before he put it on his shoulders, it was still burning hot. He wanted to move to a high position to carry out his second tactical plan. Now he finally made up his mind to carry the third company out, just like he was carrying the heavy machine gun now. It was not that he looked down on the third company, nor that he looked up to himself, but because... in front of the "scythe of the god of death", even he himself was humble, and he believed that machine guns dominated infantry.
Luo Fugui carried a fifty-kilogram heavy machine gun tripod and followed Hu Yi a few meters away. He didn't feel how heavy it was. What he complained about was that he didn't want to be a deputy shooter, even if he wanted to be Hu Yi's deputy shooter. However, this bear didn't dare to complain about Hu Yi, so he kept scolding the Third Company, not considering that he had benefited from the Third Company today.
Mancang was out of breath carrying a heavy ammunition box. He had never thought that he would end up carrying an ammunition box. In the past, he had a master to take care of him. Later, he became a master himself. He was very confused. The only thing he was thankful for was that he did not die under the guns of the Eighth Route Army. In his heart, he actually hoped to die under the guns of the Japanese. Even so, he felt that he would not be able to see his master again after death. His life had already ended, and he dared not recall it again.
Ma Liang sometimes advanced in front and sometimes lagged behind. He was not at ease with the prisoner named Mancang, so he added a rope to the ammunition box and tied it to Mancang's body with a knot. The ammunition box could not be removed from Mancang's back unless it was cut open with a knife. No matter what the prisoner wanted to do, he could not be faster than Ma Liang's bullets.
After moving horizontally across two alleys, the heavy machine gun was on the roof, not on the roof tiles but on the triangular beam space under the tiles. A large piece of tiles facing the northwest was shattered by Hu Yi's elbow, and a collapsed gap of one meter square was exposed in front of the muzzle, through which the light was seen.
"Ammunition! Damn it! You can't even carry the ammunition and you say you're a machine gunner? You're just a piece of crap! A jinx!"
The sight of the heavy machine gun was raised and calibrated to 1000. The calm and narrow eyes reflected the distant view beyond the gap in the roof. The muzzle was facing north-west, regardless of the wind direction and speed.
The heavy machine gun trembled violently, and the narrow space under the roof was immediately filled with dust and smoke. The bullet belt was sucked into the bolt continuously, and bullet casings kept flying out from the bottom of the front of the bolt, rolling and rustling, and the metal noise was covered by the fierce gunfire.
The invisible trajectory whizzed over one roof after another, flew out of Xinglong Town, and fell slowly in a graceful arc, lower and lower, until it finally skimmed over the swaying grass tips and cut off all the green embedded in the mud along its way.
Mancang, who was tired and leaning in the poor light, was confused again. He could not see anything here, and of course he could not shoot if he could not see. This should not be a machine gun position at all. Either he was dazzled, or the two guys in front of him who were shaking and operating the heavy machine guns were crazy. They were clearly shooting at the air.
…
There was a squad of Japanese soldiers to the north of Xinglong Town. They divided their forces into two and used two small hills more than 500 meters outside the town to set up two fire positions to block the northern area, one to the northeast and the other to the northwest.
Suddenly, a bush shook for no reason, a nearby branch broke inexplicably, and the tips of grass next to the helmet began to fall, accompanied by a clear sound of falling through the soil.
"masking!"
A scream pierced the sky, as loud as a bird's language. All the Japanese soldiers on the position immediately fell down. Captain Maeda, who was holding a telescope, was knocked down into the grass by his assistant behind him.
The trajectory of the bullets was not dense but scattered, passing through the position randomly like a gust of lost breeze passing by.
"It's a heavy machine gun!" someone shouted again.
Maeda also recognized that it was a heavy machine gun, but he was puzzled as to where the Eighth Route Army got the heavy machine gun from? How did they know there was a position here? Moreover, he, the highest commander, was also here!
A dark figure of a detective team was running towards here from the west, shouting all the way: "Rebellion! Madam, they are rebelling..."
Hu Yi didn't know whether Banxian, that wretched fellow, would really fulfill his promise, but on the battlefield, once he had an action target, he would always carry it out to the end at all costs. He would trust everyone he thought he should trust, and would not doubt or regret regardless of whether he was betrayed or not. This was the case with Li Youcai and Luo Fugui, and it was the same with Banxian now. It had nothing to do with the fact that Banxian had once saved Xiao Hongying, or that he was a spineless deserter. When Hu Yi decided to trust, he just trusted.
…
Five young Eighth Route Army soldiers ran hurriedly between the walls.
"I x grenade!"
The warrior in the front fell down in shock, and inexperiencedly tried to move his body backwards, boom—
There was a burst of flying brick dust, and the soldier was covered in blood in the corner of the alley.
"Left! Fuck him!"
A soldier yelled hoarsely, pulled out a grenade, pulled the fuse and threw it over the left alley wall.
With a clang, the grenade flew back from behind the wall, bouncing dazzlingly on the bluestone ground, continuing to smoke.
Boom—the second soldier fell too.
"Platoon leader, we can't go any further! If we continue to look for it, we won't be able to go back!"
A soldier was lying in the ditch, yelling forward.
"But the girl said..."
Bang, bang, bang—suddenly there was the sound of rapid-fire from a Mauser pistol behind the left wall, and someone was being hit by bullets again and again.
"Third Company?" This question came from behind a wall after the gunfire ended.
The three soldiers clutched their guns tightly and did not answer.
"I'm Ma Liang."
The new platoon leader of the fifth platoon of the third company finally sat down on the ground against the wall, feeling relieved. He became a platoon leader without even being a squad leader, and completed a task that he thought was impossible, just because he was standing when Xiao Hongying asked who dared to stand up.
Now, he cried, only tears, silently.
…
"Where is Hao Ping?"
In the independent regiment, not many people dared to call Hao Ping anything other than Captain Hao. This was the smallest voice, and it gave Hao Ping a headache. He turned around and saw that the person who entered the yard was of course the one with braids. He looked as disheveled as a groundhog that had just dug a hole, but his big eyes were still bright.
"What are you doing back here? What time is this? Where is this place?"
Hao Ping, who was always good at smiling, looked very bad. He really didn't want to see this girl again. It was not because he hated her at the moment, but because he just wanted to reduce the number of deaths. This was not a base, and there was a chance as long as this girl didn't participate in the battle.
"Don't wait until dark! Prepare to break out now!"
"Believe it or not..."
"Listen to me!" Xiao Hongying's voice suddenly rose eight degrees, and her dirty face also turned cold: "Prepare to break out to the south. Our 9th Company will use heavy machine guns to cover you. Break out fiercely and quickly."
"Can you please ..."
"There will be no enemies outflanking the west! As long as you can break through the front as quickly as possible, the heavy machine guns will have time to switch to suppressing the reinforcements in the east."
"Heavy machine gun?"
"Also, I have temporarily borrowed your fifth row. Now it should be assisting the foxes to move south."
"you… "
"You're welcome! I'm doing this for the Third Company, not for you. Stop being so conceited!"
After a while, Su Qing finally had the chance to be alone with Xiao Hongying.
"I want to know, how did he withdraw?" He asked casually.
Xiao Hongying stared at Su Qing for a long time. "He's not going to retreat! How can he retreat if he has to keep covering us? He... let me tell you... He is a member of the Independent Regiment in life and a ghost of the Independent Regiment in death. He can still fight the devils in the underworld. You don't need to worry about him."
Su Qing listened to the gunshots, looked up at the azure sky, and closed her eyelashes because of the glare of the sun...