The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 507 Encountering a Strong Enemy ([-]) Being Plotted
"Come on! See if there are any small cannons and grab them back!" said the little dustpan excitedly.

Little Dustpan certainly has reason to be excited.

It turned out that the broken soldiers on the highway had no fighting spirit under the harassment of the Japanese army and fell into chaos.

It was under the premise that they were the first to shoot at the Japanese army that the fighting spirit of the Chinese officers and soldiers was aroused, and then hundreds of thousands of people clicked the trigger on the forest.

Although Shang Zhen and the others were all veterans, none of them had ever seen such a spectacular scene.

After all, there would never be so many soldiers firing their guns together in any battle!

The little dustpan yelled like this, and the others rushed towards the woods with their guns in hand.

It was Shang Zhen who said before that some more grenades or grenades from the Japanese army would be seized, so there is nothing wrong with the little dustpan saying "quick up".

It was Wang Laomao who yelled "Pay attention to mutual protection", and the soldiers were divided into two groups, with one running forward and one group following closely behind.

Old Mao Wang glanced at Shang Zhen, seeing that Shang Zhen didn't stop him, he followed suit.

But I don't know why, at this moment, a word that the old ancestor said jumped out of his mind, "no entry into the forest"!
However, this sentence only flashed through Wang Laomao's mind after all.

Although on the Songhu battlefield, the Sixty-seventh Army, which was responsible for the blocking mission, fought terribly, but after all, Shang Zhen and his group did not suffer heavy casualties.

People are lazy, and it is impossible to be vigilant all the time, not to mention that if you are always cautious, then don't fight.

Little Dustpan and the others who ran in the front stopped after running more than a hundred meters, squatting forward and aiming forward to shoot at any time. Dustpan them.

It was the beginning of November now, and the leaves in the forest were yellow and green, and there were dense or sparse wormwood in the forest. If there were Japanese soldiers hiding in it, it would be really difficult to find out.

Under the cross-covering of the two groups of people, Shang Zhen and the others finally approached the forest.

And Shang Zhen, who has always been cautious, stopped when he was about to overtake Little Dustpan and the others again, and suddenly ordered: "Everyone, shoot a few shots at the dense grass!"

Under Shang Zhen's order, gunshots erupted suddenly, and the green grass in the woods was hit by bullets, and then Shang Zhen and the others rushed up.

The Japanese army has really retreated, but there are five Japanese soldiers who were killed on the ground. The blood is bright red, and it is flowing out from the wounds of the Japanese army.

But Shang Zhen didn't let down his vigilance just yet, his eyes followed the muzzle of the flower machine as he slid through the woods, and suddenly he saw a person lying on his stomach in a piece of wormwood.

Shang Zhen couldn't help being slightly taken aback, because that person was wearing ordinary people's clothes.

The fight was not good this time, so why did it still hurt the common people?This was Shang Zhen's first thought when he saw this person.

But then he realized something was wrong, because a [-]-type rifle fell beside the person lying on his stomach!

When a person sees a new situation, the brain will have a reaction speed.

Before Shang Zhen could figure out what was going on, he heard a soldier named Fan Tenglong not far away say, "Don't be afraid, fellow."

At the moment when the electric glow stone was on fire, Shang Zhen suddenly felt that something was wrong, he opened his mouth and shouted anxiously: "Be careful!"

Almost at the same time, gunshots of "he, he, he" sounded in the woods, and one of his own soldiers shouted "Get down!"

When Shang Zhen turned his head in a hurry, he saw a grenade flying through the gap between the trees, and he instinctively fell down.

The grenade exploded more than twenty meters away from Shang Zhen.

The grenade came so suddenly, maybe it was Shang Zhen's illusion, he even felt the fragments of the grenade exploded into the tree trunk beside him with the whistling sound of wind!

At this time, Shang Zhen hid behind a tree and pointed the flower mechanism in his hand in the direction of the grenade.

It was just that due to the occlusion of the trees, he didn't see where the enemy was. Instead, he heard the rapid short bursts of "TaTaTa"'s flower mechanism again.

There was gunpowder smoke rising in the woods, and then the woods fell silent.

"Fan Tenglong is dead!" This was the voice of Old Mao Wang.

When Shang Zhen got up and walked to the place where the grenade exploded just now, he saw that Fan Tenglong had fallen down, and blood was gushing from his chest and head.

Obviously, people are no longer.

Shang Zhen moved his gaze, and saw a person with his head sticking out in a piece of green grass, and that person was also wearing common people's clothes.

But at this time, Shang Zhen didn't go to examine the other party's body, and knew that the guy was disguised by the Japanese army, and the Japanese army even pretended to be a commoner!

"Be careful!" Shang Zhen ordered, and a soldier walked into the depths of the woods with a gun in his hand, and then hid behind a tree trunk and pointed the gun forward.

And at this moment, Shang Zhen walked up to the Japanese soldier pretending to be a commoner and began to inspect.

Judging from the size of this guy, he should be a Japanese soldier, but in order to finally confirm Shang Zhen still ordered: "Take off this guy's pants."

Sure enough, under the actions of the soldiers, this "commoner" showed his true form. He did not wear the big underpants that the Chinese wear, but the buttock belt made of white cloth that the Japanese would wear.

As Guan Tiedou stepped forward, he rummaged through the clothes of the Japanese soldier, and soon found the iron plate that represented the identity of the Japanese soldier.

The words on the iron plate are also Chinese characters, with the number of the Japanese army on it, such as which wing it belongs to, and so on.

Seeing that nothing could come out of this Japanese soldier, Guan Tiedou kicked that Japanese soldier's ass bitterly.

Just so what?As the saying goes, "If you kick him, he won't leave, but if you pull him, he will leave." This Japanese soldier is already a dead dog.

Only then did Shang Zhen turn around and look at Fan Tenglong who was lying on the ground.

Fan Tenglong and Guan Tiedou joined Shang Zhen from the Seventh Brigade. He is a simple and honest person, and he rarely has the stinking problem of Northeast people. When others tease him, he just smiles naively. .

It's just that Fan Tenglong is dying now, even the convulsions before death are gone, and there is a big pool of dark red blood under his body.

It's just that Fan Tenglong's eyes were not closed. Although he had lost his spirit, he was still staring at the Chinese sky above his head.

"He is the eldest in the family, and there are a bunch of younger brothers and sisters under him. He also said that after he returned to his hometown after fighting the Japanese devils, he hoped that he could open a few acres of land." Guan Tiedou whispered, with endless sadness in his tone.

In fact, everyone in this world is somewhat narcissistic and has his own story, and only those who have a relationship with him can know a little of his story.

It's just that after this person dies, these stories will eventually become nothingness, and who remembers that such a person once came in this world?
In a 14-year war of resistance against Japan, it is conservatively estimated that the total number of Chinese military and civilian casualties was more than 3 million.

In other words, there are more than 3 million people whose respective stories have been lost in the long river of history.

And countless personal stories eventually turned into a national catastrophe, a national mourning.

(End of this chapter)