The War of Resistance

The enemy didn't come in their direction, so for the time being, they were fine here, and everyone became a bystander.

It's just that they can only see the general battle situation because they are too far away.

The sound of the guns has been mixed together, the heavy machine gun "hole", the light machine gun "chug", and the random shooting of the rifle.

They couldn't see what was going on on the top of the city, all they could see was the Japanese army standing and attacking.

As for whether the opponent was dodging bullets or being knocked down by bullets after lying down, Hu Biaolian's people don't know.

At this time, Hu Biao did not control his soldiers to speak, not to mention that even if they talked, they would not be able to hear them even if they shouted to the other side of the battlefield.

So the emotions of their company changed with the changes in the battlefield situation.

When they saw the attacking "black spot" fall, they agreed in unison, and when mortar shells hit the tower from below, they all worried.

After all, they are bystanders, but they can also imagine the blood on the battlefield. Some people were killed by a single shot, some were severely injured and shouted desperately, and some were shot in the leg and had to drag their legs Climb back.

Li Fushun glanced worriedly at Shang Zhen beside him, but Shang Zhen was lying there with his rifle pointed ahead.

Shang Zhen's rifle was not loaded with bullets. Li Fushun had already asked about it earlier, and Shang Zhen was only here to practice aiming.

From Li Fushun's point of view, one could see that Shang Zhen was squinting one eye, and since his face was bruised from the previous firefighting, it was impossible to tell if he was afraid.

Shang Zhen told Li that he would be terrified when he saw someone being shot. Now that he is on the battlefield, he hopes that Shang Zhen can survive the bloody hurdle when the recruits see it.

It's just that Li Fushun didn't know what kind of bloody feeling Shang Zhen felt after being shot in the human body, because I'm afraid Shang Zhen himself couldn't explain it clearly.

Seeing that Shang Zhen's performance was quite calm, Li Fushun felt a little relieved, and then he had an idea and said in a low voice: "Xiao Er, you can practice marksmanship well.

As long as you shoot far and accurately, and you knock down the Japanese army from a distance, you won't be able to see what he looked like when he died! "

"Oh." Shang Zhen replied honestly.

And at this moment, they even made a low "coax" sound from the bystanders on the battlefield, which meant that another Japanese attack was repulsed.

"Look, look! Another one has been knocked down!" At this time, Hou Wangshan shouted excitedly.

From their position, they can see that the attacking enemy is retreating and there is suddenly one less person standing. Isn't that just being knocked down?

Since it was knocked down during the retreat, it must not be lying down, it must have been hit by a bullet. It is no wonder that the soldiers watching the battle were excited.

"Fu Shunzi, why do I think this is not Japanese?" At this moment, the platoon leader, Old Mao Wang, said to Li Fushun.

Li Fushun looked at Old Mao Wang.

"It took only a short while to be repulsed and attacked three times. You know that those Japanese soldiers, despite their short stature, were quite reckless in fighting.

Besides, when the Japanese soldiers charged, it was impossible to hit a large area of ​​hula la. "Old Mao Wang began to explain the reasons for his judgment.

"I'll know in a while." Li Fushun said.

The reason why he said this, of course, was because if the Japanese army failed to attack Jinzhou, it would probably take a detour.

If it is a detour, they have to come to them, so they will know soon whether it is the Japanese army or other troops.

"Look at your broken mouth!" At this time, Hou Kanshan, who was next to Wang Laomao, said Li Fushun.

"Huh?" Li Fushun looked past Wang Laomao and looked at Hou Wangshan, his eyes were already showing displeasure.

But before he could express anything, Wang Mao, the platoon leader, turned his head and said to Hou Kanshan: "Who the hell are you talking to?

Talk to me like that? I won't beat you up today, but slap myself in the face! "

Hou Wangshan didn't expect the platoon leader to say that about himself, and only then did he realize that he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended.

In today's army, people are divided into grades.

Li Fushun and Wang Laomao had a fateful friendship. Although he, Hou Wangshan, had always had a good relationship with the platoon leader because of his flattering skills, it by no means meant that he could say that about Li Fushun.

It was only at this time that Hou Wangshan realized that his position in the mind of the platoon leader was still not comparable to that of Li Fushun.

Yes, let's fight.

So Hou Wangshan stretched out a hand and smacked his face lightly, he said, "Brother Shunzi, I was wrong!"

It's just that when he said this, Old Mao Wang became even more angry.

"Who the hell do you call Brother Shunzi? Slap yourself again, louder!" Old Mao Wang said angrily.

Everyone has time to hang out together in a row, this Hou Wangshanzui is less fond of cursing around corners.

The platoon leader, Old Mao Wang, knew that Hou Wangshan called Li Fushun "Brother Shunzi?"

For this kind of thing, there is definitely a criminal record with Hou Kanshan, and Old Mao Wang doesn't want to make Li Fushun unhappy.

Li Fushun is his brother, and at critical moments, he can stand with him and take bullets for him.

But you, Hou Wangshan, usually play tricks and sell quickly. Seeing that you are clever in handling things is good for you, but why don't you sell me at critical moments?

Just when Hou Wangshan stretched out his hand and was about to slap him on the mouth again, thinking about how hard he was going to hit him, Li Fushun said, "Shut up, there is someone coming from the opposite side."

With this remark, Hou Kanshan stopped slapping himself, but at this time the company commander Hu Biao shouted: "Put your heads back, don't let the other side watch, load the bullets and prepare to fight!"

Someone really came from the opposite side, and that was the enemy. As they had deduced in advance, the enemy began to detour.

"Okay, platoon leader, you are really accurate, they are not Japanese, they are all traitors!" Li Fushun retracted his body and retracted his gun, and opened the safety of his rifle.

Although the people who came from afar were far away from them, with Li Fushun's experience, he found the opponent at a glance, and it was definitely not the Japanese army, because no one was wearing a helmet.

"That is, who is my old hat Wang? With my eyesight, tsk tsk!" said old hat Wang, who was lying side by side with Li Fushun and holding a flower organ in his hand, triumphantly.

With a "thud", Li Fu laughed along the way, "Yes! You can see his underpants through his trousers!"

Li Fushun's words directly diluted the tension before the battle, and all the soldiers couldn't help but smile on their faces.

Only then did Hou Wangshan realize that he really couldn't compare with Li Fushun.

It seems that Li Fushun and the platoon leader really carried guns together and went whoring together!

Everyone was laughing, except Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen has also loaded the bullet, and the safety of the gun is on. He has been familiar with the rifle these days, and he doesn't know how many times he has practiced the rifle except that he has never fired it.

He was looking curiously at the flower mechanism in Wang Laomao's hand.

The so-called flower mechanism is what the Chinese call it, and its essence is a submachine gun.

There are many cooling holes around the barrel, and the ammunition is supplied by a drum next to it.

The current rifles are manual rifles, but because the flower mechanism is a submachine gun, it is an automatic weapon.

Shang Zhen heard from Li Fushun that when fired with this kind of gun, it would be a string of bullets, just like raindrops.

The Northeast Army can process this kind of mechanism by itself. Before losing the Fengtian Arsenal, the strength of the Northeast Army is certainly not comparable to that of the Japanese Army, but compared with other local warlords, it is really not ordinary.

As far as Wang Lao took their platoon, not counting the eight light machine guns, there were six or seven flower organs.

Li Fushun, who was originally the squad leader, was also qualified to use the flower trap, but Li Fushun preferred to use the rifle and gave up the flower trap to others.

"It's all hidden, the bastard on the other side is coming!" Hu Biao shouted here.

Shang Zhen felt a sudden jump in his heart, he was about to shoot at last, and he withdrew his reverie.