my bright sword career

Chapter 130
After the four of Ma Zhanfu leaned together and shot a few cavalrymen, the surrounding Japanese cavalrymen immediately spotted them, and soon two cavalrymen rushed towards them, their bright sabers glaring coldly in the sun .

"Da da da da..."

Ma Zhanfu quickly fired a burst at the leading cavalry, and the Japanese cavalry who rushed to the front was shot in the chest and fell off the horse. When he was about to shoot, there was a burst of "click" when the gun was fired. The sound of hitting the air turned out to be the end of the bullet.

Without thinking, he took out the M1911A1 Browning pistol from his waist, but before he could load the bullet, the Japanese cavalry had already rushed to him. flashed by.

"what……"

At this time, Ma Zhanfu only heard a scream from around him. He turned his head and saw the Japanese cavalry who almost killed him with a knife galloped past him with the impact of the horse, and rushed to the communication soldier in an instant. next to.

In a panic, the messenger stabbed the cavalry with a 98K rifle with a bayonet in his hand. The cavalry rode his horse and dodged easily. At the same time, he waved his saber casually. The communications soldier whose intestines had been dragged out several meters and fell to the ground cried out in pain.

"Grass mud horse..."

Ma Zhanfu, whose eyes were tearing apart, raised his freshly loaded pistol and pulled the trigger continuously at the cavalryman without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

Accompanied by several consecutive clear gunshots, the cavalryman who was still galloping recklessly just now seemed to have been punched hard, and was stunned for several seconds before he fell heavily from his horse.

After finishing off the cavalryman, Ma Zhanfu rushed to the communications soldier who was still on the ground, "Xiao Liu... don't be afraid... hold on, I'll call the medical soldiers right away, you...you..."

Just looking at the intestines that were dragged on the ground several meters long, he couldn't say the last sentence "you will be fine".

The communications soldier, who had no trace of blood on his face, resisted the severe pain and trembled: "Sir... I can't do it... Can you do me a favor... Send me... Give me a ride..."

"it is good……"

Ma Zhanfu suppressed his grief and nodded tremblingly, pointed the pistol at his heart and pulled the trigger.

"bump!"

With the sound of gunfire, a relieved smile appeared on the messenger's face, and he tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Ma Zhanfu put the communicator lightly on the ground, untied the SCR-300 walkie-talkie behind him, tuned to the channel of the artillery battalion, picked up the microphone and shouted loudly: "The artillery battalion... I am the third company of the fourth battalion. Chang Ma Zhanfu... shoot us right now...

I want you to fire immediately...the fourth battalion will be complete if you drag it on!Now firing a cannon might save a few people! "

Ma Zhanfu almost roared and gave the order. When he almost shouted the order with all his strength, he looked at the front of the fourth battalion, which was still in stalemate, tears rolled down his cheeks, and his whole body fell sat on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, maybe half a minute, or maybe only a few seconds, a low whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.

"Boom, boom... whoosh... whoosh..."

Just as the cavalrymen of the Japanese Cavalry Wing slashed and killed wantonly on the positions of the Fourth Battalion, dense artillery shells accompanied by the sound of machine gun bullets piercing the air instantly enveloped the frontier, and the positions hundreds of meters long and tens of meters wide were instantly covered. Shrouded in smoke and flames.

The cavalrymen who were slashing wantonly like hell beasts fell off their horses one after another in the rain of steel bullets, and the targets who were being slashed by them, when they heard the sound of shells passing across the sky, they rushed to the ground like a conditioned reflex. In the trenches.

"fire!"

After receiving Ma Zhanfu's request and Gao Hongming's consent, the artillerymen of the [-]st Battalion and the [-]nd Battalion showed their ferocious fangs on the hidden artillery positions.

105mm, 155mm, and even 60mm and 81 shells tilted like raindrops at the front of the fourth battalion that was in a stalemate position. The gunners had tears in their eyes when they fired the shells. This was the first time they hit the shells. on his own brother.

They know that every time they fire a shell, they may kill their brothers, but they can't do anything about it, because if they don't fire, it won't take long for the fourth battalion to be wiped out. Many people even hate why they are artillery Otherwise, he wouldn't be forced to kill his brother himself.

In a hidden observation post a few miles away from the starting position, Yukio Koizumi, who couldn't help coming to the front line after his leg injury healed, closed his eyes in pain. Crossed out in the regiment's organizational system.

No one could survive under such fierce artillery fire.

The cavalry regiment's attack just now was a surprise attack planned by him. He originally planned to dispatch the entire cavalry regiment when the dust and smoke formed after the shelling blocked the defenders' sight, and rushed up to seize the opponent's position before the defenders had time to react. .

This plan was successful at the beginning. The cavalry wing indeed rushed to the opponent's position when the opponent had no time to react, but the reaction of the defenders was beyond their expectations.

First of all, the defenders did not collapse when facing the cavalry, but chose to fight, and then the opponent actually used artillery fire to attack indiscriminately. At least 20 heavy artillery bombarded positions less than 400 meters away. Not only that, but there were also mortars that were several times larger than this, and the cavalry regiment was left there before it could be withdrawn after a fierce artillery fire.

"Stop the shelling!"

After a few minutes of rapid artillery fire, Gao Hongming finally issued an order to stop the shelling.

After giving the order, Gao Hongming even heard hoarse cries from the artillery battalion officer on the other end of the microphone.

Several artillery positions were shrouded in a burst of sadness, and everyone was extremely sad. They didn't know how many brothers they had killed by the shells they fired just now. This heavy and depressing feeling made everyone's emotions extraordinarily depressed.

The officers suppressed their grief, and shouted to the gunners who were immersed in their grief: "What are you still doing in a daze, move your position quickly... Do you want to be bombed by the planes if you stay here?"

The artillerymen who had exposed their position quickly put away their gun mounts, connected the artillery to the truck, and then withdrew from the position.

Gao Hongming on the top of the mountain looked at the silent Fourth Battalion at the foot of the mountain without making a sound for a long time, and finally said through his teeth: "Order the Fifth Battalion to take over the Fourth Battalion, and the Fourth Battalion to retreat to the back for repairs."

When the Fifth Battalion came to the first line of defense, they saw the corpses of countless people and horses scattered on the devastated battlefield. The wounded horses wailed among the dead bodies, and there were constant groans of pain from the pile of dead people.

"The first company and the second company defend on the spot, and the third company immediately searches for the wounded, and quickly sends the injured brother down." Yan Xiaofu, the commander of the fifth battalion with a submachine gun, shouted loudly facing the battlefield like a Shura field, looking at the corpses among the corpses. Yan Xiaofu, a soldier of the Fourth Battalion standing up alone, only felt his nose sore, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

Ma Zhanfu, covered in blood, stood up tremblingly from the trench. Looking at the corpses in front of him, he let out a painful roar. He picked up the MP40 submachine gun that had fallen aside and replaced it with a full-loaded one habitually. The magazines of the bullets are walking in the trenches that have been bombed so that they can hardly see their original appearance.

After walking a few steps, he realized that he had stepped on a severed arm with a green sleeve, and the tears could not stop streaming down his face. At this moment, he didn't notice that a large piece of his left arm was also cut off in the fight just now. Bloody and bloody bones were exposed.

"Sir..."

Intermittent groans came from the pile of corpses not far from him.Following the sound, Ma Zhanfu quickened his pace, pushed away a dead body and saw a soldier whose legs had been blown off, and a white bone was exposed at the blown place.

Seeing the miserable state of Paoze, Ma Zhanfu, who was covered in blood, wanted to pick him up, but as soon as he picked him up, he heard the soldier in his arms screaming in pain.

"Sir...take me home...I...miss my mother..."

"Give him two more injections of morphine, this brother is hopeless." A medical soldier came to him and reminded him softly.

"roll!"

Ma Zhanfu stared at the medical soldiers with red eyes, with murderous look in his eyes: "Hurry up and get a stretcher and send him to the rear."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to the wounded soldier: "Brother, brother will take you home, your mother is still waiting for you at home, let's go home right away."

The medical soldier had no choice but to summon a stretcher and put the wounded soldier on it. Seeing the painful expression on the wounded soldier's face, he thought for a while and took out a small box from his bag. Painkillers, like toothpaste tubes, were injected into the wounded soldiers' thighs.

This kind of painkiller injection is commonly known as morphine, also known as "Sillet morphine", and it is a disposable syringe.

Its use method is very simple, pull out the needle protection cover, pierce the wounded body, then squeeze the injection tube to inject morphine into the wounded body, and then pin the syringe on the wounded man's collar to mark that it has been injected, so as to prevent unknowing In rare cases, overdose can lead to death.

After the injection of morphine, the medical soldier signaled to carry the wounded away. Although he knew very well that the wounded soldier would probably not be able to support the medical brigade camp behind him, he still respected Ma Zhanfu's choice.

At this time, dozens of wounded soldiers were found around one after another, and every time Ma Zhanfu was found, a gleam of joy appeared on his face, as if he could alleviate a little bit of guilt by doing so.

Suddenly, he saw a "corpse" in a yellow-green military uniform move in the pile of corpses.

"Mongrel!"

Ma Zhanfu suddenly became agitated, his eyes were already red, he pulled out an engineering shovel from the ground, screamed and slashed at the wounded Japanese soldier's neck, only to hear a muffled sound, and was struck by the sharp engineering shovel The blood of the decapitated cavalry spattered his face.

When Ma Zhanfu hacked to death the wounded Japanese cavalry soldier, the wounded soldiers of the Fourth Battalion also refused the order to retreat.

"You are not our officer and have no right to order us down."

A senior soldier leaning on a rifle stared at Yan Xiaofu standing in front of him with red eyes. He roared hoarsely. Around him, more than a dozen wounded soldiers also stared at Yan Xiaofu. Many people raised their hands. Guns, hatred has made them forget that standing in front of them is a major wearing a silver twisted silk rank.

"Stop... what are you doing? Do you want to report to the Military Law Office?" At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the side, and the ragged Fourth Battalion Commander Nong Tiancai limped over.

Seeing that more than a dozen wounded soldiers dared to confront the officer with guns, he walked up to the leader wounded soldier and kicked him to the ground in a rage.

"I beat you to death, a bastard who doesn't know what to do. Is it because I dote on you bastards too much, and now I dare to point a gun at the officer. If you want to die, say it as soon as possible, and I will help you bastards."

While talking, Nong Tiancai bent down and planned to continue beating people. When more than a dozen wounded soldiers saw their battalion commander approaching, they couldn't help crying anymore, crying heartbreakingly.

"Sir... the brothers died too badly... too badly... we are not reconciled..."

"What's not to be reconciled to?" Nong Tiancai glared at the soldiers, and cursed in tears, "You are the first day to serve as soldiers... We eat this bowl of beheaded rice, so don't be this soldier if you are afraid of death. , After going back, I will report to Lao Tzu to be discharged from the army as soon as possible, and I promise that I will not wait to stay.

Since you have chosen to wear this military uniform, you have to understand what is superior and inferior, what is a military order like a mountain, and it is for your own good that you are asked to go down, and each of you is whimpering like a woman, what do you want to do? "

Nong Tiancai kicked and beat these wounded soldiers while cursing.

Strange to say, the wounded soldiers, whose eyes were flaming and about to lose their minds, all put away their guns after being scolded by Ma Zhanfu, and many of them cried bitterly on the spot.

At this time, someone yelled from nearby, "Come on, there are more than ten devils and wounded soldiers here!"

With this roar, the wounded soldiers who were crying bitterly turned their heads and ran towards the direction of the sound like crazy.

Soon, someone shouted loudly: "Listen to me, no one is allowed to use guns... I'm going to take their skin off!"

"Let me tell you... Can any brother help me find a barrel of gasoline? I would like to ask you to see what lighting up a sky lantern is!"

Soon, there was a mournful howl on the battlefield, and the surviving soldiers of the fourth battalion tortured the captives with every means they could think of. A group of comrades who fell into extreme anger...

An hour later, Nong Tiancai was called by Gao Hongming to report the situation.

"The report shows that 786 soldiers participated in the battle of the Fourth Battalion of the Militia, 372 were killed and 216 were injured, of which more than 80 were seriously injured and needed to be retired. Three infantry company commanders, except for the third company commander Ma Zhanfu who was slightly injured, the other two All the company commanders were killed, and most of the platoon and squad leaders were also killed."

Listening to Nong Tiancai's hoarse voice, Gao Hongming's hands trembled slightly. Every time Nong Tiancai reported a number, his heart seemed to be cut by a knife.

(End of this chapter)