Chapter 4: The first shot of a difficult one ()

(...The Japanese are very good at fighting bayonets, but in fact, many of us die under the machine guns in the bayonets; they always quietly arrange one or two light machine guns in the back, and then rushed up to fight bayonets. Our most heroic soldiers rushed out of the trench and fell under the machine gun... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

More than 40 defeated scattered soldiers to be rectified, plus almost the number of wounded men who could not walk fast, formed a company with fourteen rifles and at least one grenade for each person. They headed towards the direction with the most intense gunfire. Cao Xiaomin finally embarked on the journey of fighting. Although it was the same path that had been walking many times, and the soil on the road had been dripped out of countless dark spots by the blood of the wounded. But in the past, they had gone up to lift others down, but this time they might be carried down by others...

Cao Xiaomin had a gun, probably because of traveling through people. He didn't know which movies and TV shows he remembered a sentence: On the battlefield, the gun is the only basis for your life... From being attacked by artillery to being taken to the battlefield medical station, he never put down his gun, the 50% new "Hanyang Made".

The first time I saw the Japanese army clearly, on the Kuomintang army position across the other side of a small river, separated by a vegetable field, the Chinese and Japanese armies were fighting with each other. The positions were full of broken limbs and broken arms scattered on the smoke-filled scorched earth; two Japanese armored vehicles were parked there on the edge of the position, and the flames on the body of the car were whistling under the scorching sun; on the wide ground, the shouts, screams and gunshots of both sides seemed very far away, but in fact they were about two hundred meters away. In the other direction of the position, the 303rd Regiment, which was next to the position, was launching a counterattack to assist the 306th Regiment's troops to regain the position; they appeared just on the side of the Japanese army.

Cao Xiaomin felt stiff all over. The Japanese soldiers on the opposite side were wearing military uniforms that were the same as the World War II game he played when he was working in Japan in the original time and space. They just looked dirty and murderous. He knew that today was no longer a game, and that people would die if they went up today.

"Kill!" With a particularly sharp shout, he clearly saw a Japanese soldier's bayonet coming out of the back of a Kuomintang soldier. The Kuomintang soldier was holding the body-permeable bayonet, but there was no one around him... The Japanese soldier struggled to trample the Kuomintang soldier with his feet, pulled out the bayonet and rushed towards other battle groups...

The surface of the small river that had just rained a few days ago was cracked by the scorching sun, but when people stepped on it, they found that it was still sticky below. Everyone muddy, and they dripped over deep and shallowly, and began to crawl on the vegetable field with mud filled with shoes.

"I'll throw the grenades first, and then throw them into crowded places..." The young acting company commander whispered, everyone crawled silently in the scorching sun, and no one responded. When the company commander's voice disappeared, everyone could hear their heartbeat, heavy breathing and the puffing sound of sweat dripping...

What should I do at this time? What should I do?...Cao Xiaomin trembled constantly, feeling his hands and feet getting stiffer. His marksmanship should still be OK, but he never fights hand-to-hand. Even the last fight with someone before traveling through time was dated back to the kindergarten period...

"...The Japanese are very good at fighting bayonets, but in fact, many of us die under the machine guns in the bayonets; they always quietly arrange one or two light machine guns in the back, and then rushed up to fight bayonets. Our most heroic soldiers rushed out of the trench and fell under the machine gun..." Finally, Cao Xiaomin found a description in that memoir that is similar to the current situation.

"Company Commander, look, there, there is still there..." Cao Xiaomin climbed to the company commander with difficulty: "Many of the brothers died in their hands, so they had to get rid of them..."

On the edge of the position, the Japanese insidiously set up two machine guns. Once the Chinese soldiers escaped from entanglement, they would bite them; Cao Xiaomin discovered this because of the damn memoir.

"You go around and deal with the one on the left and one on the right... Listen, if you have guns, go up and shoot the two machine guns!" The young company commander admired Cao Xiaomin's observation very much.

Thank God, there is no need to fight a bayonet... Cao Xiaomin thought this way in his mind at this nervous moment! At this moment, he found that his hands and feet were starting to become quick. He crawled to the outside alone, bypassing the battlefield and detoured towards the machine gun...

The hand-to-hand combat on the position has reached a white-hot heat, and the soldiers on both sides are entangled in fighting and biting; rifles, bayonets, big knives, stones, fists, teeth... All the things around you can use and the organs on your body have become killing weapons; from time to time, people are pulling grenades, and flesh and blood are flying in the scorching sun with dull explosions... The heavy machine gun positions of both sides are shooting each other to suppress and block the lines of the reinforcements, and the trajectory of the machine gun fire can still appear shiny under the scorching sun...

"Prepare, throw it!" With the command of the company commander, the commando's thirty grenades suddenly rose into the air and flew directly to a crowded place.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Explosions sounded one after another, and the Japanese who were already in the number of people on the position were immediately blown to the ground!

"Run!" The last new force of the Chinese Democratic Party army roared and entered the battle group frantically. Faced with the Japanese soldiers who were still dizzy under the shock wave of the grenade, the new force rushed forward and directly dealt with more than ten people with bayonets at the first time! The battlefield situation changed rapidly, and more than 20 Kuomintang soldiers who were struggling to support the position immediately turned against the defense and attack; the counterattack troops of the 306th Regiment and the 303rd Regiment surged up and began to encircle and annihilate the Japanese remnants with less than twenty people left...

Cao Xiaomin, who participated in the battle for the first time, rushed to the position after everyone killed all the Japanese. He did not complete the task, and did not even fire a shot! His target, the Japanese machine gun team located on the left side of the position, was destroyed by a brother who rushed up with a grenade. At this time, he was still crawling forward in a roundabout way...

Except for the guards of the regiment commander, Cao Xiaomin and his new company commander cheered with excitement. Most of the others walked silently into the trenches and automatically searched for their own position - everyone knew that the Japanese would come, and behind them there were only serious wounded people who could not move, and they had no reinforcements...

"Can you give me one?" Cao Xiaomin saw three veterans in the trench smoking, leaning against them with five 38 large covers, the kind of Japanese rifle he used the most easily.

A veteran looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and handed over the cigarette in his hand.

"I'm talking about guns, Japanese rifles..." Cao Xiaomin knew that the veteran had misunderstood: "I'm more comfortable with that kind of gun..." He doesn't know how to smoke, and he hates people around him smoking.

"Haha..." The three veterans laughed, and they handed Cao Xiaomin a gun readily: "Little guy, do you use a Japanese gun?...Second Master, someone has a similar smell to you..."

There were two veterans smoking not far away. A veteran with big eyes glanced at Cao Xiaomin, and said nothing. He turned around and continued to smoke his cigarette. It felt like he wanted to seize the opportunity to smoke this one, and he would not have a chance in the future...

Suddenly, the familiar Qin Opera sounded again: "The three armies in the camp were lying filial piety together, and the white flags were waving and snowflakes were floating..." In the distance, Cheng Fengzi, covered in blood, was carrying two bloody heads, stacking them up...

Cao Xiaomin checked his new gun, loaded the bullet, quietly poked his head out of the trench and looked at the Japanese position opposite... Soon, he locked in a target, a Japanese soldier who also had half his head peeking at this side.

Four hundred meters, one-third of the normal shooting range of naked eyes... Aim, hold your breath, and fire!
Chapter completed!