The War of Resistance

There were more than 20 corpses of Japanese soldiers on the mountain road, and they stood out like dead reptiles on the mountain road.

The Japanese army's offensive method of using its own people as human shields may be right.

If they keep fighting like this, they probably won't have to put people in the front anymore, because the corpses will be enough.

But for the Japanese army, this was a shame, so they continued to fire, and even the heavy machine guns rang out "dong-dong-dong" and "dong-dong-dong", and the top of Wujiapo was once again shrouded in dust.

When the Japanese shelling ended, the people in the district team naturally wanted to check our casualties.

Unfortunately, a Japanese artillery shell happened to land in a pit, and the soldiers of the three district teams hiding in it died.

"I asked you to dig a small hole inside with a bayonet from the beginning! I won't dig it!

What did you do when you were fighting the Japanese? Just one shot per person. If you have that skill, couldn't you dig a hole in the wall of the pit? "Captain Zhang from the district team cried out heartbroken.

The district team was not even considered the main force, so they naturally lacked experience in positional warfare, and the tools they had were limited, namely bayonets and the like, so the anti-gun holes were not dug in time.

To be honest, the Type 92 infantry artillery of the Japanese army cannot be said to be a heavy artillery. If a small hole can be dug in the pit to hide people, at least it will be able to sit back and relax in terms of shelling the Japanese army.

"Comrades, you must obey the command. All our disciplines are taught in blood!" At this time, Wang Chuan also shouted in support of Captain Zhang's order.

After he finished saying this, he added: "Whoever has any grenades should give them to us. We will take them to the front and use them."

As the old fool said before, since the Japanese army did not expect that they could throw the grenades so far, then this time they were going to be a little bit cruel to the Japanese army.

"Who else is wearing a hat? Give us the hat, we have to make some false targets!" Qian Chuan'er also shouted.

In the end, Qian Chuan'er, Wang Chuan, and Bian Xiaolong led two more soldiers from the district team to transport the grenades and grenades they collected to the other end of the ditch.

The district team only had a few grenades, and the grenades were "made in the border area" and were produced by the Eighth Route Army Arsenal itself.

Qian Chuan'er didn't have much hope for such a grenade, as long as it exploded!

As for those grenades, there were fifteen or sixteen in total, but they were from when the Japanese army attacked the front of the deep ditch last night. The Japanese army on the other side of the ditch was killed by the intensive firepower of box artillery.

At that time, while it was still dark, some brave soldiers from the district team crossed the ditch and collected the corpses of the Japanese soldiers. Of course, they also brought back guns and ammunition.

It will be difficult for future generations to imagine the current desire for weapons by the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians.

Facts have proved that it is still possible to use large blades, red-tasseled guns, and bayonets with the Japanese invaders in large numbers, but to truly eliminate more Japanese invaders, weapons are still needed.

Soon, Qian Chuan'er and the others met up with the old man in front.

This time they made a specific division of labor. Da Laobeng was responsible for throwing grenades, Wang Chuan was responsible for looking out, and Qian Chuaner led the soldiers from the two district teams to create false targets for the Japanese army.

"Can you do this like this?" A soldier put his hat next to a stone when he saw the string of money.

"There is no way. We are in this situation now. Letting go is better than not letting go. It will always attract the attention of the little Japs." Qian Pin'er was also helpless. No matter how bad the conditions were, he had to fight the Japs. It was just a simple thing.

"Put your hat over there, let's all stay away!" Qian Chuan'er did not forget to remind the two soldiers.

Everything was arranged properly, everyone was in their positions, and began to wait for the Japanese army to attack again.

It's just that this time they waited a little long. Just when Wang Chuan, who was in charge of the lookout, finally saw a Japanese soldier showing up at the bottom of the mountain, the sound of artillery in front suddenly rang. But this time, the artillery shell hit directly in front of them. It's only a few dozen meters away.

In that roaring explosion, shrapnel and flying small stone fragments flew everywhere, and there was a tinkling sound in the ears.

"Hide quickly, I should have thought that the little devil was going to shoot here this time!" Qian Chuan'er shouted.

The few people among the rocks in front of the ditch quickly jumped down from the rocks.

Fortunately, they also knew where to hide from the artillery beforehand. As soon as they hid, the Japanese artillery shells flew over.

There is a difference between a cannonball exploding a stone and hitting the soil. At the moment of the explosion, the exploding small stones splashed everywhere, and some of them were like ricochet, being blown up and bouncing on the stone, and then refracted. return.

Although the Japanese army only fired three shots in total, a small group of soldiers still shouted during the last shot.

Qian Chuan'er, who was right next to the soldier, saw the soldier jumping up while covering the back of his head, and hurriedly shouted: "You're still alive, just lie there and don't move!"

The soldier also listened to the advice and lay down again in the smoke of the explosion, but the hand still covered the back of his head.

Seeing that the Japanese army stopped firing artillery, King Qianchuan crawled over and said, "Take your hands away and let me see what happens."

The soldier quickly took his hand away, and Qian Chuan'er saw blood flowing out from between the soldier's fingers.

He looked at the soldier's wound again. Although it was bloody, it was obviously just a flesh wound. He then smiled and said: "It's okay, you kid is tough!"

The Japanese artillery stopped firing, and the people nearby came over when they saw that there were injured people.

At this time, another soldier asked Qian Chuan'er curiously: "He was bombed, why didn't you let him move?"

"The scholar in our camp said that no two shells can hit the same place, so when the old soldiers hide from the shells, they sometimes hide in the shell craters.

It's not clear whether it's true or not, anyway, we old soldiers all do this." Qian Chuan'er replied.

Then he asked the second soldier: "The shells just exploded, were you scared?"

"It's not the first time, I'm not afraid anymore after a while." The soldier replied.

"You have ambition, better than me, I'm just afraid of shells!" Qian Chuan'er laughed.

"Don't people say that new soldiers are afraid of shells and old soldiers are afraid of guns?" At this time, Bian Xiaolong added a sentence.

"Come on! In this broken place, if you hear shells coming, what's the point of having a place to hide?" Qian Chuan'er said disapprovingly.

"You are just arguing!" Bian Xiaolong responded dissatisfiedly

"Why am I arguing? Bian Xiaofeng, you have been with us for a long time. Do you see how many times our people charge? It is always others who charge, and we hide on the side and work by shooting!" Qian Chuaner laughed.

"You damn Qian Chuanzi, don't let you call me Bian Xiaofeng." Bian Xiaolong said angrily.

"If you are a woman, you are a woman. If you are a man with a penis, do you think your Da Laoben would want you?" Qian Chuaner curled his lips.

Few soldiers in Shang Zhenying dared to call Bian Xiaolong Bian Xiaofeng, but these veterans were not included.

Bian Xiaolong saw Qian Chuaner talking about something that was not related to him. When he was about to glare at him, he saw that their Da Laoben hid in the small open space behind the stone ledge in a very strange way.

How strange is Da Laoben?

He was wearing a box gun across his body, and only a pair of shorts underneath, revealing his calves with black sweat hair. In his right hand, he was holding his pants, which he had taken off and tied up. The pants made his balls look very heavy.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Bian Xiaolong asked everyone's question.

"Grenade can't be thrown far from above, I have to throw it from below." Da Laoben replied.

After he said this, the others understood that Da Laoben had put all the grenades and hand grenades in his trouser leg.

Come to think of it, when they came to deliver grenades and hand grenades, it would be enough for everyone to take a few.

But now they all fell into Da Laoben's hands, and he couldn't take them all by himself, so he simply took off his pants and used them as a sack.