The War of Resistance

But there is no point in rushing at this time, there is always an imminent crisis that needs to be solved.

Mr. Wang is also puzzled. That quick wit does not come from being hasty. It would be great if Mr. Shang was there at this time!

But now I think that little bastard is of no use. I am now the commander, and the others are waiting for me to make a decision!

But for a moment, Mr. Wang really couldn't think of any other way. While he lowered his body, he seemed to hear the sound of the Japanese soldier's big-toed shoes hitting the ground.

"We have a solution, don't move any of you!" At this moment, Bai Zhan's voice came from behind.

Is there a way? What can be done to cut the chicken in vain?

Just as a group of soldiers were thinking about this, they heard a sudden movement behind them. It was a "crash", followed by the thump of debris falling to the ground.

At this sound, despite the fact that all of them, Mr. Wang and the others, were veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles, one of them could not help but tremble.

It was impossible for them not to tremble, they were afraid that the house would collapse!

The reason why they did not turn around was because they thought that the Japanese soldier was already very close. They were touching the bayonet and preparing to swing the butt of the gun, and they could not think of any other way, so they had to kill the Japanese soldier. Killed.

As for whether they were able to hold off until dark if they were making such a fuss without being discovered by the Japanese army, or if they were discovered by the Japanese army, they would start fighting!

If you die, you will die.

Just as they had thought before, the unknown warrior buried under this rubble was their destination.

Today is their tomorrow, but none of them thought that tomorrow would come so fast!

And another reason why they didn't move was, of course, because Bai Zhan said he wouldn't let them move.

You must know that after entering this house, because the half-story house was destroyed by the bombing, what separated them from the outside were only fallen walls, piles of rubble and some debris, so they had to keep their bodies low, and they couldn't. Look outside.

If they could see the Japanese soldier running here with his pants up, then they should also be able to see them, so they all followed the orders of Bai Zhan, who was serving as an observation post at the back.

But even though they couldn't stretch their heads to see, their eyes were still staring at the top of the rubble pile.

They were only three to five meters away from the rubble pile, and the farthest point was no more than ten meters. They could guarantee that as soon as the Japanese soldier showed his face, that guy would never be alive in this world for more than a second!

But while they were staring, there was a crash behind them, and then there was a thud and a clang of objects falling to the ground, and then dust rose up!

The battle in Taierzhuang is not just a day or two. As the buildings continue to be reduced to ruins, there is floating dust everywhere. The "crash" just behind was obviously that something fell from the roof, and it didn't stir up the dust. Flying!

But at this time, with the enemy in front of them, the soldiers naturally didn't care about the floating ashes, and they just stared ahead.

Bai Zhan's prompt did not sound immediately, and the Japanese soldier did not appear next. The dust that was stirred into the air slowly fell down again. The countless particles floating in the air are the so-called dust. Just like human life in this era.

When the dust settled, Bai Zhan's voice rang out: "It's okay, that bitch was scared away."

Scared away? Everyone, including Mr. Wang, was stunned for a moment and then looked back. At this time, they saw that Bai Zhan's face was covered with dust and he looked like a "grey man".

But Bai Zhan grinned, showing his full mouth of white teeth, and he was covering his right shoulder with his left hand.

And right under his feet were some red tile sheds and the like, but the most conspicuous one was a fallen log that had been roasted and blackened by the fire.

At this time, everyone suddenly realized how the Japanese soldier, whether he had urgent urination or diarrhea, was running away.

It must have been Bai Zhan who saw the Japanese soldier coming, but in a hurry, he pushed a piece of wood that was not strong at all to support the house.

As soon as the piece of wood fell down, the roof tiles it supported would naturally fall down.

This house was about to collapse. No matter how anxious the Japanese soldier was, he would never dare to come in here to relieve himself. As for where he could relieve himself or put it in his trouser pockets if he was in danger, that was not what Mr. Wang and the others cared about. .

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Laomao asked Bai Zhan.

"I was hit by a falling tile." Bai Zhan then rubbed his shoulders and grinned.

"Well done, it looks like a flesh wound, one shot to the chest, it's fine!" Mr. Wang smiled.

This is a typical swear word from Northeasterners, but all Northeasterners understand it, and smiles appeared on the faces of the soldiers.

They will not blame Bai Zhan for knocking down a pillar. As long as they are not smashed to death, no one cares about the means. They are soldiers!

There was no danger, everyone was in a good mood!

But just like the ancient idiom "Extreme joy brings sorrow", they soon stopped laughing.

And the reason was just because Yu Zuolong climbed to the rubble out of curiosity and pulled out the rifle that was pressed by the rubble.

"What kind of gun is this? Sanba Gaigai? No, it looks similar but not similar at the same time." Yu Zuolong, lying behind the pile of rubble, murmured to himself.

At this time, the expression of Mr. Wang, who was also behind the rubble, changed again. As soon as he reached out and grabbed the rifle, he just glanced at it and cursed viciously: "Little Japan, I will fuck your grandma!"

Of course the Japanese deserve to be scolded, no matter how scolding they are, but the look of indignation that Old Mao Wang saw at this moment was the only thing the soldiers had ever seen in the days they were with him!

So how could the soldiers not be surprised? What could possibly make Uncle Wang so angry?

The answer was revealed soon after.

Ma Erhuzi, who came from behind, just glanced at the rifle and blurted out: "Liao Shisan!"

"What is Liao Shisan?" Yu Zuolong didn't understand.

Yu Zuolong joined in later, and he was not from the Northeast. He didn't understand what Liao Shisan was, but after all, someone did.

For example, the faces of veterans like Qiu Bo, Chen Hanwen, and Qian Chuaner who came from the Northeast changed immediately. Of course they knew what Liao Shisan was.

Just because the Liao Shisan is a rifle produced by the Northeast Army Arsenal, regardless of whether it is from the period of Marshal Zhang or Marshal Zhang. Anyway, it is a rifle produced by the Northeast Army Arsenal itself.

Not to mention whether this rifle is easy to use or not, it is a mixture that absorbs the characteristics of German and Japanese rifles.

Because of this, it also absorbs some of the advantages of the Japanese 38-type rifle. The gun also has a dust cover, which is the cover of the 38-type rifle.

But this is not important anymore. What is important is, which army will use Liao Shisan? Is there any need to ask? Of course they are from the Northeastern Army!

In other words, this unknown soldier who died should also belong to their Northeastern Army!

When they first met this unknown soldier, they thought that he might be from Sichuan, Yunnan, or even the northwest, but they did not expect that he would be from the northeast. Just like them, they come from their hometown in the Northeast where soybeans and sorghum are everywhere in the mountains!

This is really not their fault, but how could they know that during the Taierzhuang battle, there was a battalion commander named Lu Dahu who took his battalion and participated in this battle by accident. It was a bloody battle that shocked China and the world, and then the whole camp was wiped out!

Anything that can leave a page in a history book is undoubtedly a major event. Coupled with the compiler's starting point, stance, and preferences, then who knows how many things have been lost in the long river of history. It's no wonder that some people always say A little girl in history who could be dressed up by anyone.

Lao Luo, who wrote about the Three Kingdoms, said that many things in ancient and modern times are made a joke.

But that is from the perspective of later generations. If it is from the perspective of the person involved, it is far from being so easy. How much suffering has a nation with a history of thousands of years endured? You should know what our ancestors have endured in history. Although you are in pain, you still want to laugh and talk. I want to ask, can you still laugh? How great is that experience?

"Boom", there was another explosion in the distance, the bloody battle in Taierzhuang continued, and as the battle progressed, the night finally raised its guard.

At this time, in a house that had been half collapsed by the bombing, a soldier named Chen Hanwen chanted in a low voice: "Let's set off before we reach the weak crown. It was September 18th that year."

After killing all the Japanese slaves and soldiers, he sat alone on the battlefield and missed his family.

The dignity of China can be insulted, but the blue blood will eventually stain the yellow sand.

When father and brother look at each other from afar, I don’t know that an old friend has come. "

As for Chen Hanwen's half-hearted level, that's just what he is when it comes to poetry. Chu Tian, ​​who is higher than him, doesn't look down on him, and those who are lower than him don't look down on him either.

But what was surprising this time was that no one criticized him again because of his unremarkable poem. The night was filled with not only the flames of war, but also the sadness and anger of these Northeastern soldiers!