Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 39 I invite you to eat sugar cake

It's not really that the bullet has turned a corner.

It was a corpse that was hit. The blood of the Japanese army officer who had just died had not yet completely coagulated, and there would naturally be blood spattering.

"boom!"

Another shot, same position.

A talented recruit who has adapted to the quadruple lens, the accuracy is already terrifyingly numbing.

It's just that besides wasting bullets, at best, it's just to scare the fear of death, what else is there for birds?
Leng Feng's thought just came to his mind.

I saw that the Japanese soldier who had been hiding all the time was like a fertilized, no, frightened rabbit, suddenly jumped out of the bunker and rolled to the left.

He wants to come out for Mao?Leng Feng froze suddenly.

Also, is that guy born with a disability?Why is the tactical evasion action not standardized at all?

While his thoughts were still going on, Niu Er, who quickly pulled the bolt, fired again. The Japanese army, who had some clumsy tactical movements, was knocked to the ground before even escaping two meters.

"Sir, I did it." Niu Er excitedly reported to Tang Dao after he picked up the gun and retracted it to the fortification.

"Not bad! I'll give you this gun then." Tang Dao smiled and looked at the Japanese troops who were still retreating in an orderly manner outside. "This is the end of the morning training, brothers in the third row, call it a day!"

After speaking, he bent down and left the fortification, leaning on the bedding roll placed in a corner a dozen meters away from the window, closed his eyes and rested.

The soldiers in the third platoon saw that the platoon leader had already left, so why are they still here?
They also bent over to leave the battle position and hid in their respective selected resting positions on the second floor. Naturally, it was a corner that could not be blasted even if the infantry artillery hit the window.

Everyone understands that this round of guns and guns that you have come and gone with is not even a warm-up. The Japanese army who was hanged and beaten must be extremely angry, and they will launch a strong attack at some time. , I won't have the chance to smoke after the whole thing.

At this moment, the Japanese army closest to the warehouse also ran 400 meters away. It is difficult to hit the big luck from the warehouse building, and naturally it will no longer waste ammunition. Useless ammo consumption.

Seeing that the infantry had all stopped, the artillery fire on both sides naturally went from you to me, to you to me, until the entire battlefield returned to silence.

Naturally, the Chinese people on the banks of the Suzhou River did not know what this contact between China and Japan represented. They only knew that the Japanese army had started to attack, and they were still several hundred meters away from the Sihang warehouse. People got beat up.

Isn't it lying down?Without seeing the cannons and mortars smashed, the Japanese infantry immediately ran away?

Although many of the Japanese counterattacks fell on the front of the Sixing Warehouse, it seemed that none of the shells broke into the building. Looking from the side of the Suzhou River, the entire building remained motionless, except that the walls were somewhat charred. and potholes.

What does that mean?It means that there is nothing wrong with my own people, but the Japanese were beaten and hurt.

I just don't know if they cry or not.

The first battle this morning was won.

"We won, our people won again." There were at least thousands of people on the north bank of the Suzhou River on both sides of the building, and they burst into cheers.

"Let's go, Nan'er, Dad will buy you some cakes to eat, two!" The middle-aged man in a robe who carried his son on his shoulders put down the child, clenched his fists, and waved excitedly to the sky.

"Father, one is fine, I will eat with my parents." But the five-year-old child held his father's hand, raised his face, and answered in a milky voice.

Although the little child didn't quite understand what happened in the distance that made his father so happy, but at a young age he knew that the current home was no longer the home it used to be, and eating a piece of cake was already a luxury.

Tears flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and after a long pause, he pointed to the dark blue military uniforms running vaguely on the roof of the distant building and said:
"Nan'er, see if they don't. Those are our Chinese soldiers. As long as they win, we can go home."

"Going home?" The little child put his finger in his mouth, imagining the old days, full of longing. "Then, I want sugar cookies! Lots of sugar cookies!"

"Yeah! There are sugar cakes, meat cakes, bean paste cakes, whatever Nan'er wants to eat, father and mother will make it for you." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with tenderness and the same longing as his son.

"Dad, wait!"

The middle-aged man was about to pull the child out of the crowd, but when he saw the child struggling to break free, his small body moved forward in the crowd, he couldn't help shouting in a panic, "Nan'er."

The barbed wire near the river bank was guarded by soldiers with live ammunition from several Western countries, and any Chinese who moved forward would be forced away with gun butts and bayonets.

As a result, a clear blank area was formed between the crowded Chinese people, roughly five or six meters wide.

The little children who squeezed out the crowd stood in the clearing.

Many people's eyes fell on him.

At first glance, the little child wearing a gray-black coarse cloth coat and cloth shoes was not a child of a wealthy family, but his face was wiped clean, showing that although he was in trouble, he had a good life.

The brows of a Western lieutenant officer frowned. These stupid Chinese people have been taken in by the concession, and they are still making trouble here.
Just when I was about to order this little troublemaker to be driven back to the crowd, I saw the little child's eyes looking into the distance. His bright eyes were full of hope, and his gesture couldn't help but pause slightly.

Then, I saw the little Chinese, bowing deeply to the four-line warehouse in the distance, shouting something.

Then, I saw the Chinese crowd get excited, many people, imitating the appearance of small children, bent down and bowed!

After a while, a row of dark blue military uniforms stood on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse 200 meters away, and the windows facing the concession side were also full of dark blue military uniforms.

"stand at attention!"

"salute!"

An extremely sonorous and powerful voice echoed over the four-row warehouse, and a row of soldiers saluted the crowd with their chests straight.

Chinese people bow to them, Chinese soldiers, in their own way, return the salute!

Cheers resounded through the sky.

"This is the reason for us to stay here." The lieutenant colonel of the army in the headquarters took a deep look out of the window, refocused his eyes on the map of Songhu Zhabei District, and whispered softly.

He is the only one in the headquarters, I don't know if he is telling it to himself, or to the person in his heart.

Maybe no one knows his mood at this time except himself!
"Wotcha Napo to say SAY?" The Western Second Lieutenant officer asked curiously a sergeant who was proficient in Chinese beside him.

"He seems to be saying, thank you uncles and uncles, you fight the Japanese devils well, and when Naner returns home, please eat sugar cakes!" The sergeant tried his best to express it in a Chinese context.

"Worth?" Lieutenant West's blue eyes were full of doubts.

What a weird Chinese kid who doesn't understand what this war has to do with kids and sugar cakes.

Of course the second lieutenant didn't understand it now, but he'd understand when the flames of war broke out in his country one day.

In the goddamn war, sugar biscuits are the most precious thing for people who have lost their homes.

As the saying goes, amateurs watch the fun, and experts watch the doorway.

The common people were happily celebrating their victory and salutes each other with the Chinese soldiers who beat the Japanese army.

But in a high-rise building [-] meters away, many people in suits and leather shoes put down their binoculars, and most of them are sighing.

Gentlemen do not stand under the fence. Most of these people are well-mannered. Although they are also attracted by the battle on the opposite side, they will never go to the river bank to watch the battle like ordinary people. In case of a stray bullet, people will die.

They may not all be gentlemen, but they definitely have a lot of knowledge.

Everyone's heart is very clear, even if the Japanese army was beaten and retreated, but the Chinese army in the four-line warehouse in the first battle almost took out all the cards, and the battle has almost never officially started, how can we fight later?
Are all Japanese soldiers stupid?Of course not, if they were idiots, how could they possibly win this battle?
Next, it may be a cold and rainy day!The sighing 'people of insight' had almost no interest in continuing to watch the battle.

Because there is no hope in this battle, who wants to witness a defeat full of death!
In particular, those who are mortal are their kin.

In the warehouse building, several veterans who had ridiculed Niu Er before came over and solemnly apologized to Niu Er, making Niu Er a little embarrassed.

The soldiers laughed wildly.

All unpleasantness vanished.

"Brother Niu, please explain why the Japanese man is running away! You obviously can't hit him." Seeing that the atmosphere was harmonious, a veteran asked questions at the right time.

If you don't know the answer, it is estimated that their chief can be curious to death.Tang Dao Tang platoon leader is really bad, he left without explaining, the cliff was intentional.

"Cough cough! Because I wounded him with that shot just now, he didn't run away, he could only be ground to death by one shot, cough!" Niu Er replied with a violent cough.

"Why is this?" The veterans were stunned.

Not far away, Leng Feng, who used Tang Dao to talk nonsense, also quietly perked up his ears.

Because this is really beyond the scope of their comprehension.

From the perspective of Niu Er, the corpse is enough to block the bullet. The kinetic energy of a general rifle bullet may not be as powerful as it can penetrate the human body and then kill one person after flying over 400 meters, and after penetrating the human body, the bullet has Deformation is difficult to maintain a straight trajectory.

"No, I hit the rib of the corpse. The bones of the human body are hard enough to cause the bullet trajectory to shift a little bit. The position where he hides is too small, and the probability of random ricochet hitting him will change. Big, my luck is also good."

"My mother! Are you saying that you hit the bones of the corpse and then used ricochet to fuck him?" The eyes of the veterans were like seeing a ghost at that moment.

"Yeah! The commander reminded me to make the bullet turn. This is the only way I can think of." Niu Er replied as a matter of course. "However, if he doesn't run, I estimate that he will have to spend five or six bullets! If Chief Tang is replaced, one should be enough."

abnormal!
A big metamorphosis brings a small metamorphosis.

Leng Feng's mouth was so wide that he couldn't close it, Tang Dao smiled and put the cigarette that he had just lit but slipped into his mouth again, "The new recruit Danzi didn't learn anything else, but learned to brag! Don't take Leng Lianfu seriously. "

"I don't really want to talk to you right now." Leng Feng took a deep breath.

"Haha!" Tang Dao laughed.

"Haha!" Leng Feng also burst out laughing.

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PS: 3200 word chapters, one chapter ha!Continue two chapters tomorrow, Fengyue is so painful in her waist that she can't sit still.Especially when I think about the waist, maybe I don't want to do it, can I still use it in the future?In Feng Yue's heart, there is a kind of shattered rush.Fortunately, no eggs flashed.

(End of this chapter)