Chapter 250 Pure

(...We have too many internal struggles. As a soldier, I actually want to face foreign enemies simply, but in fact it is impossible; so I like to be a line of death everywhere, because there can be a pure soldier, a soldier who fights completely for the country and the nation... Excerpted from "My Memories of the War of Resistance - Cao Xiaomin")

The Japanese attack was hindered by the rain for a whole day. The heavy artillery was unable to be transported due to road problems. They were worried that the mortars fired with medicine bags would fail and the shelling was not carried out. Worry and anxiety filled the trenches on both sides...

What are the Japanese doing? Why are so many people coming but not launching an attack? The "knife" with rich experience in Nanjing has been killed many times and let the cold rain flow down his face, and even wiped it in front of his eyes but didn't turn his eyes and wipe it with his hands...

This is the King of Hell! "Knife" was observing the enemy, while the nervous regular soldiers who had just been built from the guerrillas were observing him: he had kneaded the broken sacks of camouflage clothes several times in the mud, without an inch of dynamic body... It looked like the soil on the trenches, no wonder he could always survive!...

The Japanese have replaced a whole group of people. The Japanese who have arrived the earliest, who have been soaking their feet in the cold mud for most of the day, have been replaced in batches and rested. Why haven’t they attacked? Their faces are almost against the ground, the corners of the "knife"'s mouth are splashed with mud, and their heads are not moving. The eyes glance at the distant sky. A line of bright whiteness in the sky looks particularly dazzling...

"It is estimated that the rain will become smaller in a while, and the Japanese will attack at that time. Everyone is ready..." The "knife" retracted into the trenches and touched along the fire points hidden in the fortifications, repeating the same content over and over again.

Maybe I waited for too long and calmed down, maybe I felt uncomfortable being stuck in the trunk pit, and everyone became energetic when they heard the words "Knife". *** The fortifications on the position are fully prepared, but the fortifications of the Japanese are not as unbearable as those of the Japanese field fortifications. The drainage system played a role, but the mud in the tunnel can still be submerged in the ankles, which makes it very uncomfortable to walk.

"'Knife', what do you think the Japanese are doing? Not attacking yet?" Cao Xiaomin actually touched the frontline!

Without a trace of surprise or surprise, "Knife" felt normal - Cao Xiaomin was originally a brother in the trench. After seeing Cao Xiaomin, he smiled: "I don't think the Japanese don't want to attack. I guess there was something wrong with the artillery fire. We couldn't strike and we didn't dare to kill without the cover of artillery fire. It seems that the rain will stop after a while. Then they should attack... By the way, I observed that the Japanese had changed people, and probably the soldiers who were waiting for the battle could not hold on and switch to rest. I saw if it was possible that when the Japanese started attacking, they would touch them and get him off..."

"Okay, it's up to you here, I'll arrange it..." Cao Xiaomin nodded and turned around and disappeared into the trenches.

As soon as they arrived behind, Cao Xiaomin saw the contingent people running around. They were relieved when they recognized the person coming in the rain and fog: "General Cao, we are scared to death. We haven't been looking for the general for the past half day, why didn't we go up for a long time?"

"Uh, what's wrong?" Cao Xiaomin looked calm: "I've gone up. Let's see how the brothers are preparing. It seems that the Japanese's heavy artillery cannot come up. That's all, those anti-aircraft fortifications should not have any problems with mortars..."

It seemed surprised, but more moved. The people from these contingents suddenly understood why Cao Xiaomin had such high prestige and affinity among his brothers: most of the other leaders observed and analyzed the staff on the front line to sneak up on the positions to inspect them when they judged that the positions would not be bombarded, and they would go through the motions to boost morale. This Chief Cao was so good. No matter what the situation was, when the Japanese were about to launch the first round of attacks, they even inspected the artillery fortifications fortifications fortifications fortifications fortifications fortifications for the whole day when they were about to launch the first round of attacks. Faced with such commanders who lived and died together, can the soldiers cherish their lives?!

The "Shan Er" of the second echelon was also moved by his soldiers. Although everyone already knew what to do at this time, everyone still had the urge to surround him: a lieutenant general fought with everyone in the same trenches and the same position! The trait of Chief Cao Xiaomin's unknowingly fraternized the soldiers silently penetrated into the bones of every frontline soldier...

"In the rear of the Japanese, there are probably a large number of soldiers resting and resting, which should be these places..." Cao Xiaomin analyzed to everyone on the dirty map: "Here, here, and here are probably the Japanese resting and resting place; but now the Japanese have learned their lessons and know that many very reasonable arrangements are our traps, so we still need to confirm. Let's send a few brothers to check and see where they rest and rest, and then let the artillery soldiers harshly..."

"No problem!" Shan Erdao: "It's raining now, swims through the river, and you can reach these places. It's hard for the Japanese to find out. I've done this before... Brothers, who will go!?"

Although it is not a life-threatening task, it is also very dangerous. As long as the Japanese are discovered during the execution, most of the people who went there will not be any return; but the tunnel hut raised more than a dozen hands with a "huh" sound! There is only one platoon of officers and soldiers in this tunnel hut, which means that half of them ignore life and death at all!

Suddenly, a vocal voice came from outside, which was very small but joyful. The people in the arms pit were attracted by the attention...

It was the "old bedbug" who came back. He brought a platoon of officers and soldiers, like mud monkeys, but did not tremble in the rain. He took off his clothes and twisted water naked. Below the cover of his head were the left-behind brothers who were preparing ginger soup. They actually brought back a large number of weapons and ammunition!

"Three Czech styles, six mp28 submachine guns, eight Mauser pistols, and forty official rifles..." The soldiers were reporting the numbers, and they were extremely excited - it must have been a very successful attack, and it was annihilation!

Although the guerrillas kept attacking the Japanese and many Japanese were killed and injured by them, they were rarely captured. Because guerrilla warfare can only leave with one blow and it is difficult to bring more equipment for the convenience of transfer, unless a small army that completely wiped out the Japanese can achieve such considerable gains.

"Damn, the Japanese are cunning, and they actually pretend to be our people and penetrate..." "Old bedbug" said: "But those Japanese don't know how they don't look like them! The feet wearing leather shoes and straw sandals walk on the ridge of the field, and the bear looks were seen through from afar. As soon as everyone planned, they simply used to tricks, set up a raid for them and sent people to pretend to be a guard post to pick them up to a pickup station. The Japanese thought they had succeeded, and followed our people over, but they didn't expect that as they walked, the people who led the way suddenly jumped into the river, and then threw grenades from all directions... Alas, unfortunately, the brothers who jumped into the river were still killed by the grenades, or they won a great victory without any damage..."

When Cao Xiaomin heard this, his eyebrows flicked: "If the Japanese are dressed like a little, or if they are puppet troops coming, they will wear straw sandals? What if they encounter their troops lack experience?... Hurry up and inform them immediately, so that all departments will be careful to keep their disguised infiltrate the troops. By the way, use this attack as a model and immediately notify them immediately if they encounter the same situation..."

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the two sides of the war will always take new actions to seek breakthroughs. Once new situations are encountered, new countermeasures must be taken. Communication is very important at this time, but this is the fatal point. Most of the connections between the troops are mainly based on messengers. Cao Xiaomin reminded everyone that those soldiers who had just participated in the ambushing of the Japanese, the most experienced and experienced soldiers did not care about changing their clothes. After drinking the ginger soup, they dispersed and went to various places to convey orders and report the details of the combat methods...

The calm on the front line is actually calm in a tension. Whether it is the officers and soldiers waiting to fight in the pit, the observers of the outpost, the staff and the messengers of the front line, they are actually very nervous. Various orders and troops are constantly in progress, busy, busy but not in chaos; everything around them makes Cao Xiaomin feel particularly relaxed and intimate. He didn't want to participate in so many intrigues or political struggles. But he had no choice. There was no soldier in the world who did not participate in the struggle, because when the political struggle was irreconcilable, he really wanted to be a pure soldier who did not involve other struggles. On the front line, when the enemy could attack at any time, the brothers were focused on the enemy and were only focused on the enemy, and he finally found this feeling of pleasure.

There were a few more stars on his shoulders and a lot of chores in his heart. However, in essence, Cao Xiaomin is still a pure soldier, just a veteran, and he felt truly comfortable in the trenches!

"Boom!" "Boom!"... The Japanese artillery bombardment finally began. The sky, which had just begun because the rain stopped and the dark clouds gradually dissipated, instantly became dark. The mud from the shells was covered with the sky and spread to every corner of the position. The steam burned by the ammunition quickly formed a vast white mist to cover the sky... The Japanese's attack on Gaoyou began!

"Report that the reserve troops and ministers are close to Gaoyou City. The headquarters asks Chief Cao to go back and prepare..." A messenger rushed into the front line command post braved artillery fire.

"Wait, when the artillery fire is bombarded, the Japanese will start to go to the infantry before going back..." Cao Xiaomin stared at the front line in the distance from his observation mouth, and replied without looking back...

What a fragrant smell of gunpowder! Flying shrapnel, passing bullets, soldiers preparing to fight for life and death... Gun smoke, war, death, all these are so beautiful compared to the conspiracy and intrigues behind them! But Cao Xiaomin knew that he must go back this time because things were so important. He seized all the time and breathed the tempting smell on the fire line...
Chapter completed!