The Iron-Blooded Army of Beacon Fire

Chapter 108 Bastard and Hero

Huang Yanwang was very puzzled by He Wei's sudden question. He thought for a moment, frowned and said, "What do you mean, a different way to die?"

He Wei nodded, picked up the kettle on the table, opened it and handed it to Huang Yan Wang: "Drink some, this is Fenjiu."

"You are a complete bastard. You abused your subordinates, escaped from battle, shot your colleagues, and fled with weapons. If you pick any crime at random, you can be shot a hundred times. But now that the enemy is facing us, I hope every bullet can be fired. As for the Japanese, I repelled the Japanese attack today. They killed hundreds of people. I guess you should have seen the captured weapons when I brought you in. But this is just a victory today. Tomorrow , the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the Japanese army will still continue to attack, and many people will die."

"Don't look at me talking and laughing with you now. Maybe I won't live a few more days than you. With just this company, everyone's heads may have to be moved in the end."

"So, I hope that everyone's death will be worthwhile, and that they can take away a few enemies when they die. Your reputation is definitely bad. However, I hope that you, bastard, can be a hero before you die. You are a smart man and you should understand what I mean."

He Wei stared at Huang Yanwang. Huang Yanwang was expressionless at first, then suddenly laughed, picked up the pot of Fenjiu, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Fuck, you're right. I'm a bastard. I only care about money. I understand what you mean. I'm in trouble this time. I'm bound to die. Tell me, do you want me to hold a grenade to blow up the tank, or do you want me to Fight hand-to-hand with the Japanese with a bayonet? Or should I go back to my old job and fight mortars until I die?"

He Wei's meaning is very obvious. Since you, the King of Hell, are certain to die, instead of dying in the hands of your own people and wasting a bullet, it is better to fight with the Japanese and pull a few Japanese people on your back to die like this. It's better than being shot for being a coward.

He Wei waved his hand and said: "You are also a veteran, and you are not bad at fighting on the battlefield. Asking you to blow up tanks is an understatement. As for the mortar platoon, even if I let you go, how dare you now Are you going back? If you really go back, the soldiers in your platoon will probably kill you without the Japanese bombing you. That’s right. There is an anti-tank trench in front of our company’s position. You also know that. , there are some cat-ear holes there. I think you can hide in there. I did not deploy manpower there when the Japanese army attacked today. The enemy also used grenades to clean out those cat-ear holes. When they attack next time, You may not necessarily pay attention there, but when the enemy attacks next time, that will be the time for you to become a benevolent person, and it is also the time for you to become a hero."

Huang Yanwang let out a sigh of relief. At this point, he had no choice. It was always a dead end. The path given by He Wei had already given him the greatest dignity. He died under the bullets of the Japanese. Be a hero.

Huang Yanwang nodded: "I promise you."

He Wei took out a box of seized Xuguang cigarettes and matches and threw them on the table.

"I'll ask someone to get you some food and drink, and I'll get you some seized Japanese cans. These cigarettes were also seized. Just rest in my command post and eat whatever you want. If you want to drink, just drink this." Fenjiu.”

"By the way, you are so handy with whoever you are dealing with. Now, I need to get you some handy guys before we go on the road."

Huang Yan Wang said: "A shell gun and fifty rounds of ammunition are enough. When you are close, a pistol is more convenient. A rifle is useless. Get me a few more grenades."

"Let's do this. I'll give you a shell gun, fifty rounds of ammunition, ten grenades, and a submachine gun."

"SMG, what's that?"

Huang Yan Wang asked.

Although Huang Yanwang has been a soldier for a long time, he has always been a mortar soldier, and the troops in the Central Military System are almost not equipped with submachine guns. A large number of domestic troops equipped with submachine guns are generally local troops such as the Northwest Army and the Shanxi-Sui Army. Wei blurted out the submachine gun. Huang Yanwang didn't know what kind of weapon it was.

"Have you ever seen a flower mechanism before? It's similar to that thing."

He Wei changed his explanation, and Huang Yanwang finally understood what kind of weapon it was.

"On the day you escaped, we were replenished with a large amount of weapons and equipment. This gun is a Type [-] submachine gun made in Shanxi. It is an imitation of an American submachine gun. It has a large caliber and a fast rate of fire. I will ask someone to get one for you later. , plus five magazines.”

"A submachine gun, five magazines, a shell gun, fifty rounds of ammunition, plus ten grenades, these are enough for you to get back your money before you hit the road."

Huang Yanwang added: "Get me two more [-] mortar shells. I have been a mortar soldier all my life. Before I leave, I want mortar shells to send me on my way."

He Wei was confused and asked with a frown: "What do you want that thing for? It's a mortar shell, not a grenade. If you use that thing to blow people up, you're not causing trouble for yourself. Could it be that you still use it as a grenade?"

"Mortar shells can also be used as grenades. You locust officers who came from military schools will only read those shabby textbooks. There is a lot of knowledge in them."

A trace of pride flashed in Huang Yan Wang's eyes, he lit a Xuguang cigarette, took a puff, looked at it with disgust, and said: "This cigarette is really hard to smoke. If you smoke, I have Hardman, just In the hole where I'm hiding, if you want to smoke it, go ahead and get it."

He Wei's face was expressionless, and he cursed in his heart, "You bastard." This guy was just pretending to be dead when he was about to die. When it came to the use of mortars, He Wei was indeed inferior to him. After all, this guy had been playing with cannons for more than ten years, and he was completely He relied on his experience in actual combat to operate the artillery. In the previous battles, he had done really well, so it was fine for him to tease him, but he said "locust" again, which made He Wei a little unhappy.

Since the number of students from Huangpu in the military is currently increasing, they are often called locusts by the public. When He Wei was studying at the Central Military Academy in Nanjing, he often went out. When he went out, he often encountered local personnel calling him and his classmates "Locust". Locusts may be admirers wearing yellow jackets. Obviously, this nickname is not a good word. "Oh? Then you can teach me how to use this mortar shell as a grenade?"

He Wei asked.

Huang Yanwang blew out a smoke ring and said: "You also know that the August [-]nd mortar shells have two safety guards. When used under normal conditions, the ammunition soldier takes out the mortar shell from the ammunition box and pulls out the first safety guard. After the latch, it is handed over to the assistant gunner. The assistant gunner puts the projectile up and down with the tail fin, and puts it on the muzzle. When the gunner prepares the open firing command, he then lets go and lets the mortar shell slide down the barrel to the firing pin to fire the primer. The projectile was ejected from the mortar tube after generating explosive power."

"At this time, the second safety will pop up after the cannonball flies out of the muzzle. At this time, the projectile head is very sensitive. As long as it touches the leaves on the treetops or even the water surface, it is enough to detonate. In fact, there is no need to use the firing pin inside the barrel. To fire, as long as you hold the projectile and hit the rear of the projectile hard against the ground, the second safety of the mortar shell will pop out. At this time, the projectile is in a state of being ready to detonate. As long as it is thrown high and far away, due to the weight ratio of the projectile, They should all have their tails up but fall head-down, causing an explosion."

"The teaching materials and drill manuals are all about regular usage. You military students are all following the drill manuals to fire artillery. How could you have thought of this wild way of shooting? During the Central Plains War, I was still a squad leader. At that time, the army did not use this kind of artillery. Jinling made the [-] mortar. I remember the [-] mortar was made in Shanghai, but it was not as useful as the one made in Jinling."

"Once during a battle with Feng Yuxiang's troops, the infantry of the Northwest Army carried big blades and charged in wave after wave. The infantry's position collapsed and they came towards our mortar position. The platoon leader at the time told you The same thing, it’s a fucking new locust. It seems to be his grandma’s Huangpu Seventh Period. It’s about the same age as you. When I saw the blade of the Northwest Army, I was dumbfounded. Fortunately, I and the repulsor at that time reacted quickly, so that my strength The big soldiers smashed the mortar shells and threw them forward, thus saving the lives of a row of people."

He Wei thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it was indeed feasible. However, he was guided by the drills and teaching materials, as well as conventional shooting methods, and thought that the mortar warhead had only one safety wire, which was a fuse hooked by the warhead. Before firing, the mortar shell was discharged. It must be pulled out before entering the mortar barrel. In fact, there is a second safety inside the warhead, which is a safety pin and a spring-type fuze. Inertia and impact force are required to release this safety.

From this point of view, the scene of using a [-]mm mortar shell as a grenade in the American war movie Saving Private Ryan that I watched before time travel is really within the reasonable range.

Although Huang Yan Wang was a dirty talker, he really taught He Wei something, so He Wei no longer argued with a dying man about the little bits and pieces of his talk.

"It turns out that I was taught."

Huang Yanwang took another sip of Fenjiu along with his cigarette, rolled up his sleeves in front of He Wei, revealing a whole row of watches on both arms, all of which were expensive watches, including two gold watches.

"I'm about to die. You can see that I have loved money all my life. In addition to the watches on my two arms, I also buried some silver dollars and gold bars and French currency in that hole. In the past few months, my platoon's firewood expenses, straw sandals expenses, and food expenses are also included. I want to say I'm sorry, I'm sorry for these brothers in the platoon. It has to go into my pocket, so please give the money to them."

As he spoke, Huang Yan Wang reluctantly took off the watches on his arms one by one and arranged them neatly on the table, as if doing an exhibition.

He Wei sneered: "That was the money that was supposed to be taken, but now it belongs to the original owner."

"Ugh."

Huang Yanwang just sighed. As for whether this sigh contained regret, reluctance, regret, or other complex emotions, He Wei had no idea.

In He Wei's eyes, his return of the money was not a good deed. At most, it was an act of helplessness when he knew that he was about to die and could not spend all the money, so he could only return it to his subordinates. He Wei was sure that if After he distributed the money, he was kind enough to avoid the death penalty, so he would definitely try his best to get the money back. This man was born in the army and had a habit of bullying his subordinates. In his eyes, the soldiers under him were not It is a person with the same personality as him. At most, it is an animal that looks similar to a human.

This kind of person does not deserve sympathy or pity.

He was always just an asshole.

Soon, the quartermaster sergeant took out the weapons and ammunition distributed to Huang Yanwang. Although it was the middle of the night, He Wei was not sleepy. He taught Huang Yanwang how to use the submachine gun step by step in the command post. The cooking class also sent new ones. After cooking the stewed pork, and after a hearty meal, Huang Yan Wang took advantage of the darkness and was escorted and monitored by a squad of the second platoon. He arrived at the Maoer hole in the anti-tank trench, where his scheduled ambush position would be. , which is also his tomb.

When Huang Yanwang's back disappeared into the night, the third platoon leader Fang Jing said to He Wei: "He Wei, do you think he ran away while it was dark?"

"Who knows?"

For this question, He Wei himself did not have a firm answer. For such a person with no moral bottom line, he could do anything. Even though Huang Yan Wang had handed over the money and wealth he had accumulated throughout his life, He Wei still There is no guarantee that he will fight the Japanese army to the end.

Of course, whether he ran away or not, or even surrendered directly to the Japanese army, reporting all the military information he knew about the Sixth Company's position deployment to the Japanese would not affect He Wei's deployment and position defense. The highest expectation is that Huang Yanwang can use his not-so-clean life to cause some minor chaos and casualties to the Japanese.

That's it.

As for how Huang Yanwang would choose, he had no way of knowing.

Everything will be revealed during the next Japanese attack.

(End of this chapter)