The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 1998 Three sentences that determine the life and death of the enemy
It was late at night and the wind started to pick up.

A Japanese machine gunner was guarding a mound on the outskirts of Wujiaopo in the dark.

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

When they needed to name each family, they named it according to where they lived. Some also said it was named according to the place where the man and woman had sex.

True or false, who would verify these things?

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

He and his team marched quickly all day long, and after arriving here, they fought with the Chinese army.

I have been busy from midnight until now, and when I last looked at the clock, it was almost 4 a.m.

But he knew that this was the darkness before dawn, and he could not fall asleep no matter how sleepy he was!
As long as they can get through this period of darkness, the day will come. After the day comes, it will be the world of the Imperial Japanese Army, and their machine guns and mortars will be able to unleash their power.

It's not like tonight when I was tormented by others and felt like there were enemies everywhere, as if there were no enemies anywhere, and yet it seemed like there were enemies everywhere!

There was a forest about forty or fifty meters ahead of him. Although the forest was not big, he saw flashes of gunfire there during the battle, and he also fired shots there.

At that time, his squad leader had sent four companions to capture the forest.

But who would have thought that when the four companions reached the edge of the woods, the flares that they thought would be launched again, did not rise again!
In that situation, 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 the enemy, and they could only enter the woods.

Then, when only the stars were shining in the sky, gunshots were heard in the woods. It was the unique rapid continuous sound of the Mauser pistol used by the Chinese. He even heard his companions shouting. He heard clearly that it was Muto who was shouting "Chinese"!
Then the gunshots and shouts disappeared at the same time, and the four companions never came back. He knew that he and his four companions were finished!
But what can we do? If we don't fire flares anymore, it means we won't let them attack.

This Japanese machine gunner can only stand guard here.

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

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

But wind has both advantages and disadvantages.

Whenever the wind blows from afar, the small woods in front will make a rustling sound.

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

There was another rustling sound in the distance, and the wind was blowing again, so the rustling sounds became more and more frequent until a louder rustling sound came from the woods in front of him.

The Japanese machine gunner became nervous. He pressed the butt of the rifle against his shoulder even tighter, tilted his head to aim at the woods in front of him, while listening with his ears.

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

He slowly placed his hand on the trigger, placed the butt of the gun against his shoulder, and at the same time put his right cheek against the butt of the gun and listened to make sure what he heard was not an illusion.

This machine gunner of the Japanese army was also a veteran. He certainly knew that when people are nervous, they always hear a certain sound and imagine different sounds in their minds. He had to rule out the possibility that the sound he heard was an illusion.

Whether he shoots or not is actually a very contradictory thing.

If the Chinese army attacked, they had to open fire. But if they did not, and they opened fire just because they misheard, then flares would surely be fired from the rear. But just before, his squad leader told them that their brigade had few flares left and they had to use them sparingly. This was one of the reasons why he could not open fire casually.

Come to think of it, when he first received the order to set off, he was talking to his companions about Chinese women. Then everyone shut up at the command, gathered together, and set off quickly.

At that time, the officers above did not tell them what the mission of this battle was, which showed that they set out in a hurry, so the ammunition and supplies they carried were limited.

When they arrived here, they knew that they were going to attack a battalion of Chinese troops, 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 inexplicable intuition that this time the casualties of their Imperial Japanese Army would definitely exceed those of the other side. This was undoubtedly extremely rare for their Imperial Japanese Army and also a shame.
The wind was already blowing over him, and he could feel the coolness on his open neck. The rustling sound of the woods in front of him had become smaller as the wind passed by.

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

But what was that? He was a little confused.

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

As a veteran, he was not without experience. He knew that a horse should not run on the ground like this. After all, there would be the sound of horse hooves and the rustling of the wind!
"Koizumi, something's happening, get ready!" The Japanese machine gunner clenched his fingers tighter and whispered to the ammunition handler beside him.

For the Type 99 light machine gun, there always has to be an ammunition handler next to it to oil the bullets and refill the "funnel".

His ammunition man, Koizumi, responded vaguely.

The Japanese machine gunner sensed tension in Koizumi's response.

Obviously, his ammunition handler had not let down his guard in the late night, for a few minutes before he heard the sound, the two of them had exchanged a few words in a low voice.

The wind has blown away, and the noise ahead is 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 the unique crisp sound when bullets are loaded into the gun.

But at this time, he really shouldn't make any sound, even the sound of a bullet being loaded. The sound of the bolt would directly expose his exact position.

Just as he was about to shoot, two figures suddenly jumped out from behind him and his ammunition handler, and the bayonets in their hands pierced down from top to bottom with the sound of wind!
This Japanese machine gunner was unlucky as he was stabbed in the back by the enemy's bayonet.

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

It was slightly better because the first bayonet attack did not hit his vitals and made him let out a "ah" cry.

Even more tragic was that of course the first strike failed. After the other man drew his knife back, he stabbed a few more times, and several "springs" appeared on the ammunition carrier's body. However, what flowed out of the springs was blood - the blood of the invaders!

All this happened simply because after the Japanese machine gunner fired his gun last time, a conversation of only three sentences took place in the grove opposite.

"There's a damn Japs machine gun on the other side."

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

"it is good!"

Really, there are only three sentences in total, and the last one has only one word.

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