The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Escaping alone can drive a group of people to flee. Some people kneel down and surrender, and the Japanese army will not let them go. The Japanese devils rarely keep prisoners on the battlefield. When they meet people, they basically shoot and kill them, even if they keep prisoners , that can only show that their troops have a group of recruits.

These prisoners were used to practice bayonets for the recruits of the Japanese devils.

It was already 10 minutes after Xia Yuan led them out of the yard. They packed up all their weapons and equipment. The ammunition was concentrated in several bullet clips, and the grenades were tied to their bodies. The quilts and helmets that came, and everyone carried a few [-]-type rifles of the Japanese devils on their backs.

Different from the scholars and the others, Xia Yuan had several bayonets tied around his waist and kept them in a bayonet box.

"Brother Xia, the Japanese devils are here!"

The scholar came out of a distant alley in a panic, with a nervous expression on his face.

Xia Yuan sent a scholar to investigate in the alley ahead, and it was very inconvenient to move around with Xu Liu. I didn't expect to hear the news so soon.

"That's right, are you sure it's a Japanese devil?"

"That's right, it's the Japanese devils, with a flag hanging on the bayonet." The scholar said pantingly.

It was a bit difficult for him to carry so many things on his back.

Niu Hai supported Xu Liu, he couldn't walk fast at all, nervously looking at the direction where the scholar found the Japanese devils.

"Where are our people?" Xia Yuan asked calmly.

"I don't know, I can't see it, it's too dark, and it's raining again, I can only hear the sound of gunshots, but I can't see anyone." The scholar tightened his loose rifle and said, "Brother Xia, let's run quickly, don't run anymore , the Japanese devils caught up."

"Are there many Japanese devils?" Xia Yuan asked again.

"I can't see clearly, I can see a shadow moving vaguely." The scholar said again.

"Send the squad leader to the rear first, and then look at the orders from the superiors."

Suddenly, a figure sprang out from the front, staggered and fell to the ground. The moment he appeared, Xia Yuan raised his gun and aimed at the figure. Hook on the trigger and pull the trigger anytime.

Xia Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he signaled Niu Hai to put down the gun: "My own people, go and have a look."

When they approached, the scholar couldn't help being surprised when he saw the person coming, "Ah Liu, why are you here, where is our platoon leader?"

Ah Liu was lying on the ground, struggling to stand up, and fell into the muddy puddle again. Several people found that his stomach was pierced, blood was flowing, he was still hanging, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't want to die. ,I am afraid."

The scholar squatted on the ground, looked at the bullet hole in Ah Liu's stomach tremblingly, and said, "No, you won't die, you won't die."

Ah Liu is a soldier in the second class. He trains next to the scholar on weekdays, and he is one of the few soldiers who have a good relationship with the scholar. But now, he appeared in front of them with serious injuries, and he probably won't survive.

"Where's the platoon leader? What happened on your side?" Xia Yuan immediately asked Zhao platoon leader about their situation.

"We were attacked by the Japanese devils and scattered by the Japanese devils. We all died. Chen Chunbao died and Ma Ding died. I was hit by the Japanese devils and passed out. When I woke up, there were corpses everywhere. , I ran out, but I had no strength left."

Ah Liu was short of breath when he was talking, he was hit in the abdomen by a bullet, and he was still alive. It is estimated that he was not in a coma for a long time. The Japanese devils regarded him as a dead person, and it was dark and rainy, so he couldn't see clearly.

He escaped alive, but whether he can survive is still a question.

Xia Yuan took out the hemostatic bandage seized from the Japanese devils from his body, intending to make a simple bandage for Ah Liu, but after tearing off the clothes, he found that Ah Liu's wound was more serious than imagined.

The 6.5-type rifle uses 50x[-]mm semi-bottomed Arisaka rifle bullets. Some people say that the lethality of this thing is too small. It seems that many misunderstandings about the lethality of small-caliber rifle bullets are related to this bullet, but in fact this is very serious. mistake.

Even some magazines from the 90s to some military documentaries this year have mentioned this, saying that it has a tendency to fly too stably, it is not easy to lose stability when it hits the human body, and the injury effect is poor. According to the evidence, in the current Internet age, this kind of bullet has been over-interpreted, saying that the Japanese army at that time pursued too much penetrating power, resulting in the bullet's strong penetrating power but insufficient stopping effect, and then it was interpreted as "the Japanese army fights the bayonet to retreat Bullets are designed to prevent over-penetration from killing friendly troops".

At the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century, the emergence of smokeless gunpowder and the arms competition caused by the contradictions among European countries jointly drove the rapid development of the world light weapons industry. Smokeless gunpowder replaced black powder and became the most popular propellant. More than 10mm is reduced to 7~8mm. In some countries, it is entirely to reduce the weight of ammunition, save raw materials, and reduce recoil.

For example, Japan, which is short of resources, has reduced the caliber to 6.5mm.

The early 6.5mm Arisaka bullets were cupronickel-coated bullets. At the beginning of the 20th century, Japan caught up with the wave of pointed bullets and changed the 6.5mm SR to pointed bullets. The muzzle velocity of this bullet was only 770m/s. The medium muzzle velocity is not high, and the warhead is relatively light, the storage performance is poor, and the rifling twist of the [-] cap is very small, so the bullet spins fast after ejecting from the chamber, and has a tendency to fly too stably, and the kinetic energy it carries is small. The center of gravity is too forward so it is easy to pass straight through.

The reason is that the front part of the pointed bullet is thicker and the rear part is thinner.

Such a structure makes the warhead have an unexpected wounding effect at close range. When it hits the human body, the second half of the lead core is squeezed forward due to inertia and deformed, causing the thin armor to rupture, and the warhead will expand and deform, thus losing stability. , greatly enhanced the release of energy, increased the area of ​​the wound, and could even break a human arm at close range.

Although Ah Liu was only shot once by the Japanese army, the wound area of ​​this shot was very large, and his stomach was torn open. It is a miracle that he can survive till now.

Xia Yuan was helpless, and silently put away the hemostatic bandages. There were not many hemostatic bandages seized from the Japanese army, and Ah Liu was completely hopeless.

Ah Liu had a miserable expression on his face, as if he had a premonition of something, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"I, I don't want to die."

He struggled and held on, but in the face of the passing of life, all the struggles seemed so small and fragile. He lost his breath and lay there quietly, his expression still full of unwillingness.

The scholar looked at Ah Liu, and then looked back at Xia Yuan.

"Let's go!" Xia Yuan put on the bandages, stared at the direction of the gunshots and explosions with his gun in his hand, and immediately said: "Let's find a place to hide, we can't continue to retreat, and wait for the main force of the national army to come back." After launching an attack on the Japanese army, we will come out and look for opportunities."

After a pause, he said again: "Niu Hai, you will send the squad leader to the rear later."

"Hey."

Walking along the broken streets, like a group of headless flies, Xia Yuan was not worried about what happened to the new barracks. This was something they had to go through. The street fighting at night was actually quite good, and the Japanese heavy artillery and planes could not be used. At that time, the Japanese army could only use infantry to stop the national army that attacked at night.

If it is to attract the firepower of the Japanese army during the day, it will be different from tonight. Not only will they encounter the Japanese infantry attack, but they will also encounter the Japanese heavy artillery and aircraft bombing in turn. The number of casualties in the new barracks will be even greater than now quick.

Although brutal, at least some people survived the street fighting.

The only thing Xia Yuan worried about was the troops blocked by the Japanese army. The situation of street fighting was more complicated, and the sound of rumbling guns had a great impact on the sound recognition. Under such circumstances, he could only rely on night vision and Hawkeye, come to deal with the Japanese devils, once surrounded by the Japanese devils, he may also die.

"Scholar, keep an eye on it, I'll take a look ahead."

The gunfire in front was intense, and the sound of grenades was very loud. Xia Yuan asked them to hide in the ruins beside him, while he carried his gun and walked along the broken street, stepping on the rubble and groping forward. Some of the remaining corpses lay on broken walls, some leaned against the ruins, and some were soaked in stagnant water.

Fallen guns were everywhere, Xia Yuan had no time to take care of these, he tore off a grenade from the corpse of the Japanese army, and continued to touch it. Soon, he was close to the position where the Sino-Japanese battle was taking place, and he took a closer look. The first and second platoons led by the platoon leader Zhao were fighting, hiding in a small two-story building, staring at the direction of the street intersection. The Japanese army kept throwing grenades into the house, and the dull explosion rolled up a lot of smoke and debris. Jump out of the window of the room.

As the Japanese army charged, muzzle flames flickered in the windows and gaps in the broken walls, and the bullets disappeared into the darkness.

This is a detachment of Japanese troops who have already surrounded the two-storey building. Grenades and grenades greeted the house. The defenders are clearly unable to hold on anymore. The gate of the yard has been captured, and the new barracks rushed out. Soldiers were also shot to death by the Japanese army, and the corpses were piled up at the door, like a small hill. Blood mixed with rainwater flowed down the high slope to the low-lying area.

Platoon Commander Zhao's body was covered with a lot of dust. The blood flowing from the ears and corners of his eyes had solidified, mixed with dust, and turned brown, forming strange marks with his earth-gray skin all over his face and neck. superior.

His arm was pierced by broken shrapnel, and he was unconscious. He put a gun on the broken wall, loaded the bullet with one hand, and pulled the bolt against his chest with the butt of the gun, with killing intent on his face.

The bullets ran out, and he looked at the resisting fighters all around, lying in disorder on the floor of the room, on the broken wall, and the living people were all injured, leaning against the corner of the wall and panting heavily, making a ho ho sound from their throats , There was blood clogging the organs, the gun was thrown aside, the room was too dark to see their expressions.

Platoon Leader Zhao knew in his heart that these people might not survive, so he only took a sigh of relief and his nostalgia for this world, pulling them not to leave.

"Is there anyone else who can say anything?"

"Have."

The person who spoke was a little soldier, his face was covered with blood stains, blood flowed from his nose and ears, mixed with the floating dust, forming brown marks stuck to his face.

"Are there any bullets?" Platoon Leader Zhao leaned his back against the wall behind him, sat slowly on the ground, and looked at the broken arm. The broken shrapnel tore the clothes and flesh, and the blood had already soaked the clothes.

The wound was not treated, and blood flowed out when it was pulled.

"Platoon leader, there is no bullet." The little soldier said.

"Go find it, pick up the guns that fell in the room, check their magazines, and see if they still have bullets on them. If you can find one round, it's one round. We can't let the Japanese devils know that we have no bullets. Otherwise, they will advance even more fiercely and without any scruples."

While talking to the little soldier, Zhao platoon leader tore the clothes with his teeth, regardless of whether it was a strip of cloth or not, and put the other hand under the armpit of the broken arm, biting, pulling, and tearing the wound with his teeth. Made a crude dressing.

The little soldier touched seven bullets from the corpses of several people he knew. He didn't cry, but grabbed the bullets with bloody hands and came to Platoon Leader Zhao: "Platoon Leader, there are still seven bullets."

"Seven, that's all that's left." Platoon Leader Zhao took the bullets and put them away, and said, "Are there any alive?"

The little soldier lowered his head and remained silent.

Platoon Leader Zhao looked to the corner and was silent for a while. He put the bullets in the clips and stuffed them into the magazine. While pulling the bolt, he asked, "How old is this year?"

"Seventeen." The little soldier said.

"Why did you go to the battlefield at the age of 17?"

Platoon Leader Zhao pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet and hugged him in his arms, and asked him again.

"He was captured by Chief Jia and taken to the barracks," said the little soldier.

"Hey man, hey, the landlord Lao Cai has started to control conscription these days." Platoon Leader Zhao took a cigarette from his pocket, put it on his mouth, and took out a match to try for a long time.

The little soldier quickly slipped a match with it and placed it near Platoon Leader Zhao's mouth.

Platoon Leader Zhao took a puff beautifully, and threw it to the little soldier: "Try it, don't grow up so big, it's okay if you don't have a mother-in-law, you haven't even smoked a cigarette."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The little soldier hesitated for a while holding the cigarette butt, put it to his mouth and took a sharp breath, and couldn't help coughing violently.

"Hahaha." Platoon Leader Zhao smiled and said, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Cough, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of death, the land at home has to be planted, my father is too busy to survive, and my mother has bad legs and feet."

The little soldier coughed and felt homesick again, and handed the cigarette to Platoon Leader Zhao with a lonely expression.

Looking at the little soldier in front of him, Platoon Leader Zhao smoked silently, then thought of something, groped in his trouser pocket, took out two silver dollars and threw them to him: "Here, we will fight later, you take advantage of the chaos Jump down from the back of the house to escape, find a house, take off your military uniform, go all the way to the west, when you meet a team of ordinary people, get in and follow the ordinary people."

"Don't come to the battlefield, the battlefield is too cruel."

"Platoon leader, I can still fight!" The little soldier thought that platoon leader Zhao didn't want him anymore, so he said hastily.

"Fuck you, you're just going to cause trouble for me, get out of here with the silver dollars."

Hearing the commotion outside, Platoon Leader Zhao took two puffs of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, stood up with his gun in his hand, pushed away the little soldier who was supporting him, and cursed: "Did you hear that?" , get the hell out of me, I'm going to die here today, don't you want to die here too, your parents don't want it anymore?"