The War of Resistance

It was late at night and the wind started to pick up a bit.

A Japanese machine gunner was guarding a mound outside Wujiapo in the darkness.

Regarding the origin of Japanese surnames, there is a saying that in the earliest times, Japanese people did not have surnames.

When they need to name each family, they choose it according to their place of residence, and some say it is based on the place where men and women have sex.

True or false, who will verify these things?

So, who cares whether this Japanese machine gunner is called Kameda, Inoue, Yamada or Watanabe? Anyway, he is very sleepy now.

He followed his team and marched all the way during the day. When he arrived here, he fought with the Chinese army.

I have been struggling from midnight until now. When I looked at my watch for the last time, it was almost 4 o'clock in the morning.

But he knew that this was the darkness before dawn, and no matter how sleepy he was, he could never sleep!

As long as he survives this period of darkness, the sky will light up, and after daybreak, it will be the world of the Imperial Japanese Army, and his machine guns and mortars will be able to exert their power.

Instead of being tormented by others tonight, everyone seems to have no enemies anywhere, and it seems that there are enemies everywhere!

Forty or fifty meters in front of him, there was a forest there. Although the woods were not big, during the battle, he also saw flashes of gunfire there, and he also shot there.

At that time, his squad leader originally sent four companions to capture the woods.

But who would have thought that when the four companions reached the edge of the woods, the flares they thought would rise again did not rise again!

In that case, it was impossible for the four companions to turn back, because if there were really Chinese troops in the woods over there, the four companions would have left their backs to each other, and they would have Can only go into the woods.

Then when only the stars were shining between the sky and the earth, gunfire rang out in the woods. It was the unique rapid firing sound of the Mauser rifles used by the Chinese. He even heard the sound of his companions. He heard clearly one part of the shouting: it was Muto shouting "China people"!

Then the gunshots and shouts disappeared at the same time, and the four companions did not come back. He knew that his four companions were finished!

But, what can be done? If you no longer set off flares on your end, it will prove that they will not be allowed to attack.

The Japanese machine gunner can only be on guard here.

As time went on, hatred gradually became replaced by sleepiness.

In order to restrain the constant sleepiness, he even unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt in the dark and let the cool breeze gently blow away his sleepiness.

But the wind has its advantages and disadvantages.

Whenever the wind blows from afar, the small forest in front will make a "swishing" sound.

At this time, he was particularly worried that the Chinese soldiers would use the cover of this sound to approach him, so he insisted on using his gun barrel and his eyes to stare at the darkness that represented death.

There was another "swishing" sound in the distance, and the wind came again, so the "squeaking" sounds continued one after another, until a louder "squeaking" sound came from the woods in front of him.

The Japanese machine gunner became nervous. He pressed the butt of the gun that was originally on his shoulder tighter, tilted his head and aimed at the woods ahead, while his ears were listening.

It was at this time that he really heard a noise mixed in with the rustling of leaves.

He slowly put his hand on the trigger, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and put his right cheek against the butt of the gun and continued listening to make sure that what he heard was not an illusion.

This machine gunner of the Japanese army is also a veteran. Of course he knows that when people are nervous, they always listen to one voice and imagine different voices in their minds. He must rule out that the voice he hears is an illusion of his own. .

Whether he should shoot or not is actually a very contradictory matter.

If the Chinese army were to attack, they would have to shoot. But if the Chinese army hadn't been coming and they had fired just because they misheard, then flares would have been fired from the rear.

But just before, his squad leader told them that there were not many flares carried by their brigade and they should use them sparingly. This was one of the reasons why he could not shoot at will.

Thinking about it, when he first received the order to set off, he was talking to his companions about women in China. Then everyone shut up at the sound of the order, and set off soon after gathering.

At that time, the officers above did not tell them what the mission of this battle was. It can be seen that the departure was in a hurry, so the ammunition and supplies they carried were limited.

When they arrived here, they certainly knew that this time they were going to fight a battalion of the Chinese army, but they did not expect that this Chinese army was so difficult to deal with!

Although this was a night battle, the Japanese soldier had an indescribable intuition that this time the casualties of the Imperial Japanese Army would definitely exceed that of the other side. This was undoubtedly extremely rare for the Imperial Japanese Army. , also a shame

The wind had already blown over, and he felt the coolness on his open neck. In the woods in front, the sound of rustling had become quieter as the wind passed by.

But at this time, he confirmed that the noise he heard was not an illusion, it was a real sound.

But what is that? He was a little confused.

The sound was not very loud, but it was low and dull, like the sound of horse hooves stepping on the ground.

As a veteran, he was not without experience. He knew that horses should not run on the ground like this. After all, it was the sound of horse hooves clacking and the wind rustling!

"Koizumi, there is a situation, get ready!" The Japanese machine gunner clenched his fingers tighter and whispered to the ammunition man beside him.

For a Type 99 light machine gun, there must always be an ammunition man beside him to oil the bullets and refill the "funnel".

His ammunition man Koizumi responded vaguely.

The Japanese machine gunner heard tension from Koizumi's response.

Obviously, his ammunition man did not relax his vigilance in the second half of the night. In the few minutes before hearing this sound, the two of them had whispered a few words.

The wind had blown away, and the noise in front was becoming clearer and clearer.

At this point, the Japanese machine gunner no longer knew what fear was. He instinctively pulled the bolt and pushed it forward, making a clear sound when the gun was loaded with bullets.

But at this time, he really shouldn't make any sound, even if it was the sound of bullets being loaded. The sound of the bolt directly exposed his exact position.

Just as he was about to shoot, two figures suddenly jumped behind him and his ammunition man, and the bayonets in their hands pierced directly from top to bottom with the sound of wind!

This Japanese machine gunner was unlucky, and was stabbed in the back by someone's bayonet.

His ammunition man was slightly better than him, but more miserable than him.

Slightly better, because the first bayonet did not pierce his vitals and made him scream "ah".

Even worse, of course, the knife failed, and after the other party drew his knife back, he stabbed a few more times, and the ammunition man had several "springs" on his body, but the blood flowing out of the springs was all blood - the blood of the invaders!

And all this happened only because after the Japanese machine gunner finished shooting last time, there was a conversation of only three sentences in the grove opposite.

"There is a machine gun of the damn Japanese devils on the opposite side."

"Then let's crawl over and kill them!"

"Okay!"

Really, there were only these three sentences in total, and the last sentence had only one word.

And it was these three sentences that determined the life and death of the two Japanese soldiers!