War of Resistance

Chapter 247
This is the first round of test firing by the Japanese army. Obviously, the artillery salvo of the Japanese army will not end so simply.

When the artillery was bombing, Watanabe was also not idle. He was holding a telescope to observe the landing point of the shells, so as to make a judgment on the situation here. As an outstanding Lu Shi graduate, these are all It is a basic skill.

"Elevation angle 75°, get ready!!!" The artillery lieutenant once again raised the command flag in his hand.

After receiving the preparation order, the Japanese artillery began to reload the shells again.

"First round, single-shot salvo, get ready~~~ let it go!!!" The artillery lieutenant shouted again, and the command flag in his hand was waved down again.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The sound of a cannon salvo sounded, and six more shells with a howling sound slammed into the position of the national army again.

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The life in Chunhua Town at the foot of the mountain was difficult, but it was especially tragic at the top of the mountain, and it had even reached a fever pitch.

Ni Dayong was holding a pistol in his hand, and all five grenades on his body had been thrown away, leaving only more than [-] pistol bullets left.

It has to be said that the practice of five grenades on each person is extremely correct, at least it caused nearly a thousand casualties to the little devil. Now for Ni Dayong, the grenade is over, and it is time to desperately.

Since one side of the national army can temporarily suppress the other side in terms of firepower, the two sides can still be in a state of balance. What if the bullets run out?All this is hard to say.

One after another, bullets drew beautiful straight lines in the dark night, and then hit the bodies of Japanese or national army officers and soldiers.

Due to the small caliber and strong penetrating power of the bullets of the [-]th Japanese Army, the wounds after penetrating the human body are not large, so if they hit a fatal position, they generally will not kill them, and they can even climb up and continue fighting.

But the war is not always what you want to do. Whether it is the national army or the Japanese army who are fighting lively on the mountain, the probability of being hit in the fatal place is the same.

Because the small flat slope on the mountain road is relatively small, it is not easy for the Japanese army to create a small platform. However, as long as they create a small platform, they can quickly win the battle.

The Japanese army is not the national army. The Japanese army has grenadiers, light and heavy machine guns, not to mention, they also have mortars, don't they?

So Ni Dayong absolutely cannot let these Japanese troops gain a firm foothold!
"Kill!" Ni Dayong hid behind the tree and stretched out his pistol, aiming at the steel helmet exposed at the bottom of the slope.

"Ding!" The bullet hit the helmet, and then sparks sparked, and it was unclear whether the person was still alive.

Ni Dayong counted silently in his heart: there are still [-] bullets left, after firing [-] bullets, it is time for him to leave.

The brothers around him continued to rush forward, falling down one by one, but they kept going forward, but at this time, Ni Dayong's eyes were already in a trance——suddenly flashed before him when he was admitted to Whampoa. The situation in the military school.

It was the beginning of March 1928, and he clearly remembered that it was the morning of March 3st. The principal, Jiang Zhongzheng, was standing in the center of the stage at the Nanjing Main School of the Whampoa Military Academy. More than 3000 freshmen wearing military uniforms stood on the playground. Listen to the principal's lecture.

Standing beside the principal are Li Jishen, vice principal, He Yingqin, director of education, and Zhou Fohai, director of the political department.

Yes, Ni Dayong is a student of the sixth phase of Whampoa!

In his mind, he remembered the words that Jiang Zhongzheng said on the podium, and this sentence was also his belief: "We must uphold the Whampoa spirit - please go to other places for promotion and wealth, and don't enter the door if you are greedy for life and afraid of death! Fight for the rise of China!"

Thinking about it, Ni Dayong leaned against the tree and smiled softly, and he said to himself: "Oh, now I, Ni Dayong, am worthy of the country. I started to enter the teaching team, went to Shanghai, and I went to the battlefield. My comrade-in-arms died, but I didn't die; this time defending Nanjing, I survived on Zijin Mountain, and broke through the encirclement and left. At this time, it's time for the king of hell to take my life."

Although there are still bullets in the gun in his hand, Ni Dayong knows that these people can't last long-there are no one, there is ammunition replenishment and there is no ammunition replenishment, let alone other support, they can't even have a reinforcement nothing.

They are destined to be a lone army, and a lone army that must die!

The battle has been fought to this point, and there are still thousands of people who are migrating ahead. They must not retreat. If they retreat, what awaits these ordinary people will be death, and facing him, Ni Dayong, will only It is a lifelong shame for lingering on one's last breath!

Thinking of this, Ni Dayong has already made a decision - this battle, he must not retreat, for the faith in his heart, even if he dies, there will still be tens of thousands of Chinese people who will stand up and fight bravely To fight against these little devils, as long as these people's beliefs are still there, they can still fight for their own beliefs and fight for the rise of China!

"Father, mother, I'm not sorry to you. Son, I swear to be a hero, not a bear!" Ni Dayong said softly, then got up and shot two more shots at Little Japan who was about to rush over.

"Uh." One of the Japanese soldiers was knocked down, but the other wasn't—the other shot went awry, and not everyone was a sharpshooter.

After firing these two shots, there were only 30 rounds of bullets left in his pistol, and there were only 200 or 10 comrades left around him, more than [-] officers and soldiers. After fighting fiercely for nearly [-] minutes, only These people are gone.

Seeing these unfamiliar or familiar faces who were born and died with him, but never deserted, Ni Dayong smiled—comrades with such common beliefs on Huangquan Road are not too lonely compared to each other, right?

"Brothers, let's walk together on Huangquan Road, and we have companions. Even if we die, we have to pull a few more backs, hahahaha..." Ni Dayong laughed boldly, the young but slightly rough face The face is full of heroism.

"Okay, I can walk Huangquan Road with Company Commander Ni, so I won't embarrass my brothers!" A voice echoed immediately, and that voice was also very heroic. After hitting this point, does anyone want to go back alive?
No!

"Brothers, listen carefully, I, Xu Zhong, even if I die, I will not be taken prisoner by Little Japan!" In the jungle, a small soldier said loudly, they are already a lone army that cannot go back, death is for them It doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Just as the brothers of the national army were saying their final farewell, the Japanese soldiers in stride came up and were gradually approaching their position.

"Brothers, the little devil is here, let's go!" Ni Dayong shouted loudly.

With that said, he took his Mauser pistol and went.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

A round of pistol bullets burst out of his gun chamber, hitting two or three Japanese soldiers, and then bleeding profusely, and it seemed that he would not survive.

The Japanese army didn't give Ni Dayong too much time. Several bullets shot at him from different directions. Blood flew out from the bullet holes, and his tall and strong body collapsed.

His eyes closed slowly, and his eyes were filled with memories of his strict father and kind mother...

It was in a not-so-spacious mansion, and a gentle man with eyes was punishing him for what he did wrong.

"Look at you, what are you doing? You're a bullshit. A man should serve the country as loyally as Yue Fei Yue Wumu, and he should be like Wen Tianxiang to keep his loyalty and history! Your idols should be them!" Sven The man shouted, that was his father.

Ni Dayong's name is also simple to take, it is the great courage of great wisdom and courage.

At that moment, his father's teaching made him want to be like Yue Wumu and Wen Tianxiang. If not, how could he join the army?
Everything in front of him is getting darker, and the nursery rhyme his mother sang softly in his childhood seems to be ringing in his ears again, the tone is very gentle: "Moonlight shines on the heaven, New Year's Eve, picking betel nuts, betel nuts , pick ginger..."

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