The War of Resistance

The sun was about to set, and the trees were dragged out of long shadows.

Under the mottled shadow of the trees, more than 30 officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army were sitting together.

There was another person lying down, sleeping with his head resting on a piece of dead wood. That was Shang Zhen.

"I didn't expect that the Japanese's marksmanship would be so accurate." A voice sounded, it was company commander Hu Biao.

The company commander Hu Biao was speaking, but the others were silent.

But they have to admit that the Japanese army's marksmanship is too accurate.

Although they could conclude that the number of the Japanese army was not large, five of them were killed by firing cold shots more than 200 meters away.

They are the veterans who are accurate in marksmanship. They can hit the target with a rifle from 200 meters away, but they never dare to say that they hit the head with a gun.

What if they persisted for a while? They couldn't see where the Japanese army was hiding, so they must have died not five, but ten or fifteen.

Therefore, the company commander Hu Biao was right to give the order to retreat.

But in the process of their cross-covering and retreating, the Japanese army did not chase and kill them.

Perhaps the Japanese army was outnumbered, and the Japanese army was also afraid of offending the Northeast Army, because when Hu Biaolian was retreating, the battalion commander Zhang Lianjie brought the two companies over for reinforcements.

For company commander Hu Biao, although they lost the battle this time, the corpses of the five soldiers, including Gazi, must be restrained.

Then they can only wait for dark.

This situation is not like the breakout of the Beidaying camp. Fengtian had already been occupied by the Japanese army at that time, and no one had the ability to go back and bury the bodies of those soldiers who died in battle.

But this time, as long as it was dark, they could still use the darkness to drag the five soldiers back to find a place to bury them.

The Chinese, after all, pay attention to burial.

Treating the dead kindly and showing the living to see, although it sounds harsh, but in order to maintain morale, as long as it can be done, it must be done.

"What the hell, why are these little Japanese targeting us? Could it be that we killed their father earlier?!" Old Mao Wang cursed viciously.

Don't talk about making other people's ambitions destroy their own prestige, they really can't compare with the marksmanship of those Japanese soldiers!

Hu Biao didn't pay attention to Wang Laomao's angry words and said instead: "Actually, I have seen our Chinese soldiers who shoot so accurately." Hu Biao said again.

"Are our soldiers also so accurate? Why haven't I heard of it?" Li Fushun interjected and asked.

"Why not, but that guy should be just one person, not like the Japanese who are so accurate with marksmanship.

You didn’t pay attention when we were fighting those Japanese, but I noticed that three of us were shot almost at the same time, and it was not shot by one person. "Hu Biao said again.

When Hu Biao said that, his subordinates gasped again.

One shot to the head from 200 meters away would kill any sharpshooter like this, not to mention that the Japanese army seemed to have all of them.

"That was last year, when we entered the customs and fought with the Northwest Army, I heard from other regiments that a guy from the Northwest Army killed eleven of them with a distance of three or four hundred meters!

At that time, the officials above were afraid of shaking the morale of the army, so the news was suppressed. "Hu Biao fell into memory.

He was already a company commander at that time, but he was not with his unit.

He saw the eleven soldiers who were killed with his own eyes.

Eleven people were neatly lined up, either shot in the head or shot in the chest.

"And the guy over there doesn't have a particularly good rifle either.

The bullet has a small entrance and a large exit. I saw a fist-sized hole in the right waist of a corpse! "Hu Biao went on to tell.

Even though his voice was deep, and even though the temperature was not so low at this time, and there was still warmth under the setting sun, Hu Biao's narration still made the soldiers who listened to him feel cold.

"I also specifically looked at the front. The bullet went in from the chest and came out from the waist." Hu Biao's voice changed a bit. He had seen life and death but he was also thinking about the cruelty of that shot.

"Why did this happen?" Suddenly someone interrupted, and it was from Shang Zhen who was lying on the dead tree, and he had woken up at some point.

"The bullets he used were either blunt blunt blunts or they weren't very good guns.

The force of the bullet is small, and it will roll over when it hits the body. When it hits the chest, it doesn't matter where it comes out when it comes out, and the injury will naturally be greater when it exits.

With that bullet, no one will be killed or disabled. Seeing that Shang Zhen had calmed down, Hu Biao didn't reprimand him anymore.

He also came here as a recruit, and he had to admit one fact, that is. Although Shang Zhen looks very thin and does not look like a strong soldier, but Shang Zhen's performance as a recruit is better than his back then.

"Then what about the sharpshooter you mentioned later, how is he?" Shang Zhen asked weakly.

"I don't know. Later we fired a cannon, and I don't know if that guy was killed." Hu Biao said.

When Hu Biao said this, everyone sighed slightly.

"The Chinese with that marksmanship beat the Chinese, alas, it would be great if they came and beat the Japanese!" A soldier sighed.

There was another silence after his sigh.

Shang Zhen wanted to ask why the Chinese wanted to beat the Chinese? But he felt that he had already said too much today, so it was better not to ask Hu Biao any more.

What Hu Biao said about the Northeast Army facing the Northwest Army refers to the warlord struggle that was later called the Central Plains War.

At that time, the Central Army of the Chiang Faction confronted the Northwest Army, Gui Army, and Jinsui Army, and finally the Northeast Army entered the customs to participate in the war and the Jiang Faction won.

"Your life is fatal today, kid. Someone saved your life. Remember, even if you die, don't drag others!" At this time, Hu Biao gave Shang Zhen a cold look, and his words became ruthless up.

Shang Zhen, who had already sat up, looked sad and silent.

It was only when he calmed down after the retreat that he realized that the pain in his butt was caused by a veteran named Zhang who stabbed him with a gun barrel and knocked himself down.

If I had been kneeling like that at that time, I would have been a living target in terms of the Japanese army's marksmanship!

But that old soldier surnamed Zhang was also beaten to death by the Japanese army!

Then in this battle during the day, two companions died because of him!

After his emotions stabilized, Li Fushun had already told him the reason. If he wanted to survive on the battlefield, he must not only have enough brains, but also be ruthless to himself and his companions!

Only a close person like Li Fushun could tell him this kind of thing. It was impossible for Hu Biao to tell him, but Shang Zhen understood.

Of course, Li Fushun said that he should be ruthless to his companions, that is, Gazi has already died in battle, and there is no point in crying. Only by ensuring that he is alive and saving himself can he avenge his companions!

All soldiers have a growth process.

But what about Shang Zhen? He went onto the battlefield without the training of recruits at all. To survive the flames of war, he must have his own true skills and luck, plus the life-and-death protection of his companions!

It was finally getting dark.

Hu Biao and the others finally walked out of the woods, and they were going to collect the corpse.

And those Japanese troops who don't know the number of people, but there will never be too many, did not appear.

They didn't know when those Japanese soldiers would show up, but they felt that there were always Japanese eyes staring at them in the darkness.

And this is the psychological depression brought by sharpshooters, which later generations call snipers.

Finally, two hours later, when Shang Zhen used his own hands to dig up the bodies of the soldiers who died in battle, he secretly swore that as long as he did not die, he would become a sharpshooter, and the Japanese army would tremble all over when he thought of him!