The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 648
Mitani listened to Captain Nakagawa's warning and went back to pack up weapons, equipment and ammunition. Through his adjutant, he learned about the casualties of the brigade in the past few days. As he expected, the casualties in the brigade in the past few days were very abnormal and extremely dangerous. Maybe it has something to do with the Chinese man whose marksmanship is very accurate.

This not only did not scare Mitani, but instead aroused his aggressive mentality.

After packing up the weapons and equipment, Mitani put on a disguise and came to the brigade headquarters. At this time, Captain Nakagawa was discussing the next offensive strategy with several squadron captains.

The continuous artillery fire and gunshots from other directions of the Sitang River witnessed the fierceness of the Japanese offensive, and also confirmed that they would not give up the attack on the Sitang River so simply. The arrival of Sangu made Captain Zhongchuan temporarily suspend the meeting. Introduce Sangu to the three squadron leaders, and say to the squadron leader of the second squadron:
"Ishidao-kun, with Mitani-kun here, he will eliminate the cunning Chinese people and cooperate with you to complete the attack on the Chinese positions."

Due to casualties, the Third Squadron temporarily gave up its main attack mission, and the Second Squadron took over the main attack mission.

Generally speaking, when a Japanese brigade launched a fierce attack on the Nationalist position, it was difficult for the Nationalist army to withstand it. However, a battalion of the Nationalist army withstood it. Not only did it withstand it, it also defeated a squadron that was responsible for the main attack.

Captain Zhongchuan immediately began to issue the attack order half an hour later: "The First Squadron has opened up the situation in the direction of Fujiazhai on the east line, built an iron bridge, crossed the Sitang River, and occupied the Chinese forward position. Only the Longjia on the western front were unable to open up the situation. Next, the Third Squadron took a rest in the rear and moved closer to the First Squadron to further consolidate the First Squadron's results and expand them."

He turned his gaze and landed on Mitani: "Mitani-kun, next, you will follow the second squadron to attack the Chinese position."

"Nakagawa-kun, I will go to the front line to observe now." Mitani didn't want to wait any longer. Time was relatively tight. He wanted to go to investigate and find a good shooting position.

The second step is to see if we can find the Chinese marksman.

Captain Nakagawa thought for a moment and then said: "I will ask the artillery of the brigade to cooperate with you. Once a Chinese sharpshooter is found, he must be killed. If he cannot be killed, the artillery will bomb."

"Yes!"

Mitani left the command post with a Type [-] sniper rifle on his back.

The squadron leader of the second squadron, Shi Dao, looked at Mitani's back and said, "Is he the sniper sent by the general?"

Mitsumi nodded: "Yes."

He looked at the squadron leader of the third squadron and said: "With him, the Chinese infantry will be hit the hardest. As for their snipers, with Mr. Mitani's ability, he will definitely be able to find the Chinese snipers." Come out and kill it.”

He was quite convinced of Mitani's ability.

Mitani has shot and killed national army battalion-level commanders more than once, and has killed many company-level commanders. He has rich combat capabilities and combat experience.

"Everyone, please go down and prepare. We must reach the other side of the Sitang River in the shortest possible time and capture the Chinese position."

"Yes!"

The Japanese attack stopped, and unfinished iron bridges were erected on the Sitang River. The river kept rolling, and the built iron bridges floated on the river and kept swinging.

On the position of the [-]th Battalion.

The fighting stopped, but Xia Yuan was not happy at all about killing more than 50 Japanese soldiers.

Zhao Shiguo is dead.

Zheng Dayong sat in the trench holding a Czech light machine gun, neither crying nor making a fuss, and did not even take a look at Zhao Shiguo's body.

The scholar lost his mortar shell. He didn't know whether he was afraid of Xia Yuan's blame or for other reasons, so he just sat in the trench without saying a word.

Xia Yuan looked at Zhao Shiguo's body and said: "Everyone has his own destiny. Some people live safely until the end of the war. Some people die without even seeing the shadow of the Japanese. In fact, it's better to die. You don’t have to endure hardship anymore, you will be reborn into a good family in your next life and enjoy a lifetime of happiness.”

He sat in the trench, quite emotional, but only emotional, not sad.

He has experienced too many such separations of life and death, from Changjin Lake to Shangganling, from my commander and my regiment, to the awakening era, and experienced the major incident of the [-]th Division being surrounded by the US military. People stop and go, go and stay, and have long been accustomed to this kind of separation.

Xia Yuan took out a cigarette from his pocket, struck a match and lit it, took a sip and stuck it on the ground. As a farewell to Old Zhao, he stood up and said, "What are you doing standing around here? Come here, what's going on, there's only one left." Are the three of us sad? Dayong, scholar, come here and bury me for us, Uncle Zhao, so that we can rest in peace."

Li Youcai went to the battalion headquarters. You can probably guess that he exposed his hand, which shocked Li Youcai. He was talking about his own affairs with Zhang Guangqi at the moment.

Xia Yuan looked at Zhao Shiguo lying on the ground, and suddenly felt that the so-called proof became insignificant. The strength was within himself, so there was no need to prove it to others. What would happen if he proved it.

Just when they buried Li Youcai, news of the battle in the east came back. The [-]st Battalion had been lost. The Japanese troops had arrived at the forward position and were guarding it. Japanese reinforcements were arriving non-stop.

The [-]st Battalion is organizing a counterattack against the Japanese army, but has suffered heavy casualties and may have to retreat.

Once the friendly [-]st Battalion begins to retreat, the friendly troops on the left and right sides of the [-]st Battalion will face flank attacks by the enemy. Zhang Guangqi was shocked by Xia Yuan's shooting level. As Li Youcai said, with more than fifty After firing bullets and killing more than fifty enemies, not a single shot was missed. Apart from the shock, the rest is still shock.

Subsequently, the news that the [-]st Battalion planned to retreat made Zhang Guangqi recover from the brief shock and frowned, "The Japanese army's attack was powerful, and the [-]st Battalion's battle in Luodian also cost a lot." They suffered huge casualties, and it is normal for them to be unable to hold on in the face of such a fierce Japanese offensive."

Li Youcai said: "If it weren't for Xia Yuan, our forward position might have fallen."

"One person is an army." Zhang Guangqi said with emotion: "It is unimaginable that there are such soldiers in the world, who can kill fifty enemies in an hour. If the Japanese army continues to attack, with him around, the casualties will definitely increase. Lao Lu is really It’s a big surprise to me that I got such a general.”

Li Youcai added: "I think he has a solid base and is probably a good martial artist. His marksmanship is very good, but he doesn't know how to be good at boxing or kicking."

"Fists and kicks have limited effect on the battlefield. Marksmanship is the most important thing." Zhang Guangqi pondered for a moment and said: "Order the Second Company to strengthen the defense on the flanks and never let the Japanese troops come over. Also tell the brothers fighting on the front line. , hold your position and don’t let the Japanese troops cross the river.”

Not long after he issued this order, the Japanese army crossed the Sitang River and occupied positions along the Sitang River.

After burying Zhao Shiguo on a piece of earth on the bank of the river, Zheng Dayong tamped the ground with a shovel. With silence on his face, Xia Yuan walked to him and said, "Old Zhao's last wish is for you to take good care of yourself." Are you still alive? Do you still remember the first time we met?" Zheng Dayong raised his head and remembered that night, Xia Yuan was like the God of War descending to earth, using a gun to eliminate a detachment of Japanese soldiers, which brought a great impact to his soul. Endless shock.

He nodded: "I remember."

Xia Yuan lit a cigarette, feeling the pungent nicotine, and said: "In order to save you, Old Zhao has planned to sacrifice himself to buy you time. If I had not come that day, Old Zhao might have died to save you. You should be happy for him that he is alive now."

"Time is a cycle, just like the sun in the sky, rising in the east and setting in the west. You can see him every morning. Maybe a few years later, you will meet someone who looks very similar to Lao Zhao. Maybe he is not I know you, but that’s him coming to see you.”

"Brother Yuan, is everything you said true?"

"Well, live well with his long-cherished wish, and if possible, avenge him."

"Yes!"

The wilting Zheng Dayong regained his confidence, holding the Czech pose with firm eyes.

Xia Yuan turned his head and looked at the scholar. After burying Zhao Shiguo on the ground, the guy squatted on the ground without saying a word. The mud on his body had dried a lot. If he moved a little, the cracked mud on his body kept falling down.

It was already dawn, and the sun was shining brightly on the Sitang River. The scholar looked at the river in the distance, his eyes a little dull. Xia Yuan took one out of the Japanese cigarette box and handed it to him, " When I feel depressed, I smoke a cigarette, and I slowly think about things that I can’t think about.”

"Cough cough!"

The scholar didn't know how to smoke. He lit up and took a puff, and he choked himself. His face turned red, but he still endured it and smoked. He didn't know how to smoke. He sucked it into his mouth and spit it out. , smoked one without thinking about anything.

"Brother Yuan, give me another one."

"Go away, if you smoke like this, I can't even give you this pack." Xia Yuan stuffed the cigarette case into his pocket, held the cigarette in his mouth, inhaled it from his mouth and spit it out from his nose.

The scholar looked at it as a novelty, but after reading it for a while, he felt that it didn't mean much, so he continued to remain silent.

He looked at Xia Yuan squatting on the ground, thought for a moment, and said, "Brother Yuan, tell me who we are fighting for."

Xia Yuan paused for a moment and asked curiously: "Why do you think so."

The scholar said: "These officials tied people to rocks with iron chains. They couldn't run away even if they wanted to. When the Japanese devils rushed over, they could only fight the Japanese devils with their guns. You said, we are fighting. For whom."

Xia Yuan frowned. Still having such trouble, he stood up and said, "Take me to have a look."

Even though he had been mentally prepared, when he saw this scene, he still felt a little more angry for no reason. Even though some of the soldiers were dead, they still had iron chains on their ankles and were firmly tied to the rocks. The body was soaked in the mud and no one came to collect it.

He continued to walk forward, and one after another he found many people who were as thin as what the scholar said. They looked inhuman, ghosts or ghosts, skin and bones, and they didn't even have the strength to struggle. , even if he is dead and has iron chains around his ankles, he cannot be taken away.

Xia Yuan was dragged into the team. Due to the system's tasks, he sought revenge from those people, but it was of no use, so he followed him to fight the Japanese. At least in terms of fighting the Japanese, he was relatively good in the country. unified.

But I never expected that they would use this method to imprison soldiers.

These soldiers were tied to the rocks, unable to move, advance or retreat. Even if the sound of artillery shells sounded above their heads, they could not hide. They could only let the shells bombard them. There were too many such corpses in the muddy trenches. Wearing iron chains and tightly tied to the rocks, many corpses were blown to pieces by Japanese shells.

They couldn't run away. Faced with the shells falling above their heads, they could only lie down in the trench and pray that the shells would not hit them. Maybe they survived now, but when the Japanese devils rushed over, they would still die and no one would rescue them. them.

This couldn't help but remind him of the new military camp. There were hundreds of people in the new military camp. Although they were not tied with anklets, they had an invisible chain around their necks.

Xia Yuan seemed to understand why the scholar looked like this. He was confused as to why these people were fighting. It was his own compatriots who persecuted them, but they were more cruel than the Japanese devils.

In this way, it seems that there is no point in fighting or not.

Xia Yuan sighed. Anyone who sees this kind of thing can't help but have such questions in his heart.

It is indeed sad to think about such a life-threatening battle, how their compatriots are persecuting them now, and how many people in the future will be unwilling to acknowledge their achievements.

They sat in the trench, no longer talking, and the air was filled with silence.

In a low reed swamp on the opposite bank, Mitani held the Type [-] sniper rifle and crawled on the ground. He carefully opened the reeds in front of him to reveal a gap. He placed the muzzle of the gun on the gap and observed through the scope. National army position.

The forward position suffered a fierce attack from the Japanese army. Many Chinese soldiers were re-building trenches. His target was the Chinese commander and the Chinese who was good at shooting.

After observing around and finding no suspicious objects, Sangu decided to wait. Now the ordinary soldiers who shot the Chinese would expose themselves, and the gain outweighed the losses. It was true that his target was the Chinese, but the Chinese sharpshooters The priority should be high.

Mitani had not yet observed the suspicious object, so he fell silent, waiting for the Japanese army to attack, waiting for the enemy to be exposed, and giving the enemy a fatal blow.

The wind picked up, blowing the surface of the river with sparkling ripples, making the sunlight appear brighter.

Xia Yuan did not comfort the scholar. He believed that by comforting the scholar, he was helping the Kuomintang to speak up. He himself had no feelings for the Kuomintang, so how could he help the Kuomintang to speak up.

It is a pity that those who really wanted to resist Japan sacrificed their lives, but became victims of the bald rule.

(End of this chapter)