The Iron-Blooded Army of Beacon Fire

Chapter 4 Showdown
Putting the formality aside, and shaking off his slightly sore right hand, He Wei picked up the automatic shell gun with the wooden box holder installed, and put the gun on the chamber fire. The shell gun in He Wei's hand had a string of words written on it. It is a foreign magazine with excellent workmanship. The three-character inscription "Made in Germany" is engraved on the smooth polished magazine.

This is a Mauser shell gun imported from Germany, not a copy made in China. Its performance is much better than that of a domestic shell gun. However, the only drawback is that He Wei turned the gun in his hand and found that it did not have a speed switch. , just a single-shot German-made C96 semi-automatic shell gun.

Although it cannot shoot fully automatically, it is still a good gun and an excellent weapon, which is enough to give He Wei a sense of confidence.

Two of the four grenades were in double grenade bags, and two were shotguns. He Wei hung the grenade bag around his neck, put one grenade in his belt, and held the other in his hand.

The last row of bullets was loaded into the Zhongzheng rifle, but He Wei did not aim. He did not even look at the target. He held the trigger with one hand with his left hand, the muzzle of the gun pointing forward casually, and a grenade in his right hand.

1 long minutes passed
"boom"

He Wei pulled the trigger of his rifle and fired another round.

"Snapped"

A few seconds later, the other side responded by firing a [-]-mm rifle round.

Hearing the gunshots from the [-] cap, at that moment, He Wei dropped the Zhongzheng rifle, held the wooden handle of the grenade in his right hand, and with his left hand pulled off the tape that stuck the grenade cover and wooden handle, unscrewed the cover, and took out Connect the copper ring that pulls the live wire inside the missile, and quickly put the copper ring on the little finger of your right hand.

"Fight you!"

He Wei suddenly roared and stood up, turned his right hand sideways, knelt down, and used all his strength to throw his right arm forward. Driven by the throwing force, He Wei's right little finger pulled off the pull ring, and the puller with glass sand was stuck in the projectile. The front end of the rope was strung through the detonator and the priming tube. The friction of the glass sand ignited and ignited the fuse of the grenade. Then, the thrown grenade drew a beautiful arc in the air with green smoke.

At the same moment, the Japanese soldier opposite He Wei had just finished retrieving his gun. He didn't even have time to withdraw the bullet casing when he saw a grenade flying in the air. The experienced Japanese soldier almost instinctively ducked down to avoid the grenade.

The grenade thrown by He Wei flew more than 20 meters, drew a smokey arc in the air, and then fell to the ground.

Boom - With a loud noise, the exploding long-handled grenade set off a cloud of dust and fine gravel on the open ground. The fragments were scattered in all directions. The corpses, limbs, soil, and broken equipment on the ground were destroyed by another round of fragments.

As soon as the grenade exploded, He Wei jumped up with the shell gun in his left hand, bent down and rushed forward. When the smoke from the grenade was about to dissipate, He Wei had already eaten a mouth full of ash, facing the dust, and stepped forward. It rushed for more than 30 meters.

The Japanese soldier on the opposite side strictly followed the bullet avoidance guidelines and remained motionless with his face on the ground.

Following the same pattern, He Wei threw a second grenade from his waist during the charge, then immediately fell down and continued to charge after the grenade exploded.

After two consecutive explosions, the Japanese soldier who was shooting at He Wei found a man rushing toward him in the smoke. He suddenly realized that the Chinese soldier who was shooting at him was going to use grenades as a cover to carry out an approaching attack.

He Wei and the Japanese army were less than 50 meters apart at this time. He Wei switched the shell gun to his right hand. He had already thrown away two loose grenades. He pulled off the grenade bag hanging around his neck with his left hand. He Wei held the shell gun. He simply didn't even pull the grenade string, threw it out like a meteor hammer, and continued to charge towards the Japanese soldier.

"Blow you up!"

Of course, there was dust everywhere and details such as the grenade not being stringed were not noticed by the Japanese soldiers who were shooting at He Wei.

In an instant, the Japanese soldier and He Wei met eye to eye. He did not expect that the lunatic in front of him would throw grenades while charging within 50 meters, or put two grenades together in a bag.

So the Japanese soldier gave up shooting at He Wei and chose to protect himself first, lying on the ground to avoid the grenade shrapnel.

Plop - two grenades hit the ground heavily and landed in front of the Japanese army.

However, the grenade did not explode. Soon, He Wei rushed over with a shell gun.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. - After four shell gunshots, the battlefield returned to deathly silence.
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He Wei collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, soothing his dry and tight throat that was close to suffocation from running, suppressing the desire to vomit.With his face covered in dust and his eyes blank and dull, He Wei seemed to be out of touch after killing the Japanese with a shell gun, dazed, completely different from when he rushed to kill him.

Traveling through time, killing people, what happened in these ten minutes cannot be overstated how shocking it was to the soul dressed in He Wei's body.Only the gun in his hand and the chirping howl of the last Japanese soldier not far away could make He Wei feel that what he was experiencing was not a dream.

The Japanese soldier beside He Wei was lying on the ground, motionless, with four bloody holes in his back, and blood bubbles bubbling out of the bullet holes.At the last moment of the battle, He Wei threw two grenades in the ammunition bag without pulling the string. He was gambling with his life.

Fortunately, the smoke from the previous grenade was not cleared, so the Japanese did not notice it and mistakenly thought that He Wei had thrown a grenade with a string attached. This gave He Wei a chance to rush over.

The Japanese who lay down to avoid the bullet realized something was wrong after not feeling the explosion of the grenade for a long time, but it was too late.He Wei's shell gun had already been pointed at his back and fired four times.

After sitting for two or three minutes, He Wei finally moved and looked at the corpses everywhere. Almost all of the corpses around him were wearing the same clothes as himself.

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After resting for a moment and overcoming the feeling of vomiting and nausea, He Wei turned over the corpses of the Japanese and Yu Wen beside him, and saw the image of the Japanese army up close for the first time.

Three cowhide bullet boxes, an empty bayonet scabbard and two grenades were hung on the cowhide belt. On the head was a [-]-style steel helmet smeared with mud and soil. A canvas bag, a water bottle and a gas mask were hung on both sides of the body. Woolen leggings were tied to the legs with canvas straps, and leather military boots with spiked soles were worn on the feet.

It seems to be a level higher than what He Wei is wearing. There are only two kinds of combat equipment that He Wei can handle - the German-made M35 steel helmet on his head and the armed belt worn by officers.

The Japanese was beaten to death by He Wei, who still held the [-] rifle tightly in his right hand. He Wei took a lot of effort to open the calloused hand and took the [-] rifle that was once aimed at him. build.

He Wei did not let go of the things on the Japs' bodies. He removed the gas mask bag, belt, rifle cartridge box and bayonet scabbard one by one. The canvas bag was roughly torn open by He Wei, and a pile of fragments was poured out.There was an iron box, seven or eight candy bars, notebooks, cigarettes, a box of matches, IDs, a bunch of messy papers and a wrinkled Infantry Drill Manual from the 12th Showa era.

He Wei opened the red cover of the Infantry Training Code and saw a few lines written on the first page of the Code, both in Chinese and Japanese. He could only recognize two lines.

"The third independent garrison of the Kwantung Army, Chaoi Brigade" (Note ①)

It seems to be the unit number to which this Japanese soldier belongs.
He Wei was silent, repacking a pile of sundries and infantry drills, wrapping two grenades, three cowhide bullet boxes and a cowhide belt into the Japanese army's canvas bag, and slung it on his body together with the gas mask, and then carried They picked up Type [-] rifles and Japanese [-] steel helmets.

He walked towards another Japanese corpse, which was the first one he killed. He still searched it and took his [-] rifle, as well as various small and large odds and ends in the canvas bag.

He Wei stuffed everything into the canvas bag that had just been ripped off the Japanese soldiers. The Japanese-style canvas bag was bulging with the fragments and chews of two Japanese soldiers.

He Wei tied the helmet strap of the Japanese steel helmet to the bayonet hook of the Type [-] rifle. The two Type [-] rifles were crossed behind his back. A sound of pain mixed with despair came intermittently into He Wei's ears.

The toughest Japanese soldier was still struggling in pain, and He Wei walked over slowly.

He Wei's two missed 7.92 rifle bullets caused him to lose the ability to move. One hit the Japanese soldier's thigh, and the other hit his right wrist. The wrist was directly hit by the full-power [-] mm rifle bullet fired by He Wei. The bones were broken, the bloody hands were hanging weakly, and the blood flowing from the legs dyed the surrounding land red.

The Japanese soldiers who were so vicious just now are now lying on the ground like dogs.When the injured Japanese soldier saw He Wei, he stopped wailing, shook his head like a rattle, jabbered, and glanced at the [-]-meter rifle a few meters away.He Wei looked at him coldly, then kicked the rifle away.

Touching the bayonet of the Zhongzheng rifle on his right waist, He Wei unsheathed the sword, approached the Japanese soldier, squatted down, shook his hands, and pressed the sharp tip of the knife against the Japanese soldier's chest. The Japanese soldier looked at He Wei with pleading eyes. Wei, seems to be begging for something.

The tip of the knife stayed on the Japanese soldier's chest for half a minute. Suddenly, He Wei closed his eyes, his nose trembled, and he lowered his head, resolutely suppressing the hesitation in his heart.He Wei put his left hand on the bayonet handle and pressed hard.

Poof - the bayonet penetrated the flesh. He Wei sent the bayonet into the chest of the Japanese soldier, then repeatedly twisted the handle of the knife and pulled out the bayonet. Blood spurted out. The Japanese soldier groaned twice and then became silent again.

After taking care of the last Japanese soldier, He Wei cleaned up the debris from the Japanese soldier.

He Wei, who was carrying three [-] rifles behind him, wandered to the position where he was lying down for the first time, and retrieved his own dry food bags and military water bottles one by one and put them on his shoulders.

Of course, He Wei didn't leave behind the official rifle. He also picked up two long-handled grenades and stuck them in his waist.

After grabbing the things, He Wei stood up and looked around. He saw the Japanese corpses in the open ground. Except for the three killed by He Wei, he didn't seem to see any more.

Some unfamiliar memories and tragic scenes belonging to He Wei's body came to mind again.

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PS: It was the custom of the Japanese army at that time that when calling a certain squadron, the surname of the squadron leader was usually used to add the team. Chaoi Squadron means Chaoi Squadron.

If it’s the Kameda Squadron or the Inohead Squadron (laughing), it generally refers to the Kameda Squadron and the Inohead Squadron.

This small detail of the author can be considered as close to the historical facts as possible. Of course, I can only try my best. Please forgive me.

(End of this chapter)