The Beacon of Laiyang Metal

Chapter 41
  After Wei Yuan heard the signal soldier's report, he was already prepared to fight the Japanese at any time, but he did not expect that this day would come so quickly and suddenly, and he couldn't help but be stunned at this moment.

"Is labor and management just building a fucking road to annoy you little devil? If I don't beat you little devil this time, I really think labor and management have spent this time in vain."

It was not the style of Chief Wei to not fight back when being beaten, so he immediately asked Yue Weilu who was standing aside: "Which of our troops is in Fengcheng County, and how many Japanese are there?"

Yue Weilu then unfolded the map of Dandong in the tower, pointed to the Fengcheng County area on the map and said:

"Currently, the Third Battalion of the First Regiment is stationed in Fengcheng County, more than 80 kilometers away from Qingshangou. The Japanese have a military station in Qingshangou, with a small team stationed there, with a strength of about 180 people. However, there is also a Japanese Kwantung Army in Dandong. Brigade, once the conflict expands, we need to pay attention to the Japanese reinforcements from Dandong."

Wei Yuan slapped the table with the map in front of him: "Grandma, if the little devil wants to fight, then fight. Tell the 1st Regiment and 3rd Battalion to rush to Qingshangou for reinforcements as quickly as possible. When they arrive," The Anfeng Railway was "locked to me. No train was allowed. A Japanese soldier passed by here. No matter whether the little Japanese came for reinforcements or not, even if they came to celebrate their birthday, they would not be let go."

"In addition, a telegram ordered all troops in the brigade to cancel family visits and leave for soldiers and immediately enter a state of combat readiness. All factories in the industrial park that involve the production of combat readiness materials must immediately work overtime and keep operating at full capacity. All towns, villages, young people, local The militia groups are also organized to receive training, and once the conflict expands, they serve as the second echelon and can be added to the front-line combat troops at any time."

After receiving Weiyuan's instructions, Yue Weilu hurriedly left the terminal with a group of signal soldiers and returned to the brigade headquarters first to make detailed deployment arrangements for the troops.

At this time, the industrial park, including the first phase of the project, has basically covered the production of various war preparation materials including metal smelting, food production, textiles, military industry, chemical industry, vehicle manufacturing, and machinery production. It is basically enough to cope with a war. Protracted conflicts in local areas.

Wei Yuan turned around and said to Gao Zhihang: "The Air Force is also ready for combat at any time. Once the Qingshangou combat troops need reinforcements, they will dispatch aircraft for ground support as soon as possible."

Then he murmured to himself: "Actual combat is the best training ground for soldiers!"

After emptying the magazine of the last submachine gun, Jiang Hongchun picked up the 300-type rifle beside him, pulled the bolt and pointed it at a three-year-old heavy machine gun group meters away. After a gunshot, he shot high. , the bullet flew past the devil's head with a "swish" sound.

In exchange, the Japanese machine gun team fired wildly again, and "Puff, puff, puff" was the sound of another burst of bullets entering the ground.

The soil in this small highland has also become loose due to the continuous bombing of the Japanese. It is also mixed with a large number of fragments from grenade explosions. You can find a few shrapnel by just grabbing a handful with your hands.

Seeing that the heavy machine gun was aiming at him again, Jiang Hongchun was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head behind the bunker.

"What the hell kind of gun is this?"

Under the influence of Weiyuan's thoughts, the security brigade soldiers who were accustomed to saturating attacks with firepower really couldn't stand this kind of rifle that fired once when the bolt was pulled.

Jiang Hongchun looked at the rifle in his hand with a look of disgust, and then looked at the M2 heavy machine gun that was already in parts state with a look of pity, as well as more than 500 rounds of unused 12.7mm large-caliber bullets.

I had no choice but to hold the Japanese Type 38 rifle and shoot at the Japanese one after another.

"Dong dong" was the sound of two more grenades being ejected...
  "It's anti-gun, enter the anti-gun cave." After shouting this, Jiang Hongchun rolled and crawled and threw himself into the nearest anti-gun cave.

"Boom, boom, boom."

After two grenade explosions, Jiang Hongchun shook his head, which was shaken by the explosion, and shouted at the shell-proof hole on the side: "Song Laosan, Song Laosan, you bastard, even in the company." Where are the reinforcements?"

The one who responded to him was another soldier in the artillery hole: "Squad leader, stop shouting, Song Laosan is dead." Then there were several "bang bang bang" sounds from the soldier, and the sound of "bang bang bang" from the Garand's rifle. "There was a sound, the metal collision sound of the magazine ejected after the bullet was empty.

Jiang Hongchun looked up and saw that Song Laosan's anti-aircraft hole had been directly hit by a Japanese grenade. He was covered in blood and lying motionless on the ground. The radio station he was responsible for controlling was also full of bullet holes, and even the radio antenna was chipped away by shrapnel. Half of them looked like they were useless.

He punched the edge of the hole, feeling his nose was sore. Tears could not stop rolling in his eyes, and he tried not to let them fall.

"Song Laosan is his childhood friend in the same village. The two of them grew up naked together. He joined the army three months earlier than him. Later, the security regiment was expanded into an independent security brigade, and he was promoted to corporal squad leader. Song Laosan Sanye then signed up and joined the security brigade. He asked the platoon leader to let him join his class. Because he had a quick brain and good memory, he was assigned to be a signal corpsman in the class. Unexpectedly, he was harmed. He, how will he explain to his parents if he goes back?"

Before he could feel sad, he heard the soldier shout again: "Squad leader, the kid is here again." Immediately after, the soldier also heard the unique gunshot of the kid's 38-type rifle. It seemed that his The side bullets were also shot out.

Jiang Hongchun conveniently touched the box containing the grenades at his feet, only to find that it was empty. Only a few of the Japs' forty-eight-petal grenades were scattered on the side of the shell hole. He grabbed one, pulled down the tab, and pointed it towards his helmet. After impact, they were thrown down the mountain, one after another, until all the little devil's grenades were thrown away. “Boom, boom, boom, boom.”

The few Japs who had sneaked down to the top of the mountain and were about to jump up and rush to the top of the mountain disappeared after several explosions.

The Japanese retaliated quickly. There was another dense explosion of grenades. This time, the soldiers on the other side of the position were silent. When I stretched my head, I saw that half of the anti-gun hole had been blown down. The soldier was wearing a The helmet on his head was also missing.

"vomit"

Jiang Hongchun, who considered himself a veteran and was accustomed to the battlefield environment, couldn't help but vomited it out at this moment. It was not because he felt sick after seeing it, but it was purely a normal physiological reaction after battlefield stress.

With the continuous fire suppression of the Japanese Type 1911 heavy machine gun, there was another "rustling..." sound in the grass below the hilltop. Jiang Hongchun knew that this was the Japanese coming up again, so he took out the M pistol that the squad leader and deputy squad leader were equipped with, and held it with both hands. Pull hard and there will be a "click" sound, the bullet is loaded, and it is ready to fire.

Realizing that the last moment had come, Jiang Hongchun squatted motionless in the bulletproof pit with a pistol that was ready to fire at any time. At this time, his heart was extremely calm, without the tension and excitement before the war. There is no longer the fear and fear of seeing comrades sacrificed.

Some are just endless regrets, regrets that he did not bring back all the soldiers under his command, regrets that he could not complete the task to protect the road construction workers, regrets that he was still a virgin, thinking of this, he laughed at himself, withered. The smile on his lips looked so bitter yet so tragic.

Maybe they saw that someone on our side had already touched the edge of the highland. With just a slight leap, they could easily rush to the highland that had harvested the lives of so many of their warriors, and then penetrate the enemy's chest with a bayonet and chop down the enemy with a saber. In order to avoid accidental injuries, the grenades and heavy machine guns also stopped. This small highland where the sound of gunfire had been heard for a long time finally entered a short period of tranquility.

Kazuki Oura, who was paying close attention to the battle situation at the foot of the mountain, unconsciously loosened his grip on the Weiguan sword, and finally showed a winner's smile. At this point in the battle, there was no suspense anymore, and he was just waiting for that. Five soldiers rushed up the hill, and the battle was over. At that time, they would chop off the heads of the militants one by one.

"It's just that the casualties were a bit high. Since entering Manchuria, the imperial army has not suffered such heavy losses. Fortunately, this group of militants was eliminated. Otherwise, the only options waiting for me would be caesarean section or dismissal."

It was not easy to write a report on the battle situation above. Thinking of this, Oura couldn't help but become a little irritable. It seemed that it would be more reasonable to find a way to capture some more Chinese people and then put them on the top of the mountain to kill them.

As for the soldiers who died in battle, they are nothing. For His Majesty the Emperor and the Imperial Army of Japan, it is their honor to die in battle, so that they can bear the title of Imperial Warriors. He couldn't help but feel a little proud of his wit.

Yu Shaohu, commander of the ninth company of the third battalion, received Jiang Hongchun's first telegram asking for help, and issued the support order to Jiang Hongchun's platoon leader Yang Erwa, and then reported to the battalion. Because the construction was divided into sections, Yang Erwa at this time Erwa was leading several other squads to perform protection tasks for the construction teams in charge. They were 30 kilometers away from Jiang Hongchun's squad. They were also the closest unit to the incident. Knowing that the matter was urgent, they were the first to receive the order. At that time, Yang Erwa gathered the team, asked the construction team to suspend construction, and sent a class to escort the construction team back to the county seat, and headed to "Qingshangou" as quickly as possible for support.

On the way to support, they also encountered two soldiers, one dead and one wounded, who had returned with the construction team. This cast a shadow over the hearts of their entire platoon, and the solemnity before the battle instantly filled the air.

At this time, it was less than two kilometers away from the small highland. The originally dense sound of gunfire began to become sparse until it completely stopped. This made Yang Erwa become even more anxious and couldn't help but mutter in her heart. :
  "Jiang Hongchun, boy, hold on to me. You are usually the smartest boy in the platoon, but you are the only one who is a scourge. Good people do not live long and will bring harm to their legacy for thousands of years. You are a long-lived boy. Don't fall down. The platoon leader is here. If you die in such a daze, the whole platoon will look down on you, and all the new recruits in the future will laugh at you."

Although she knew that the speed of the car had reached its maximum, Yang Erwa still couldn't help shouting at the driver: "Speed ​​up, speed up again."

Jiang Hongchun, who was always waiting for the Japanese to launch the final blow, could not help but reach for the pocket of cigarettes with his left hand. This was a cigarette with a filter, because he was rewarded with high-end products by the company commander for his merits in suppressing bandits. Usually, a few cigarettes in the class tried every means. They may not be able to get one. Thinking that they didn't smoke another one before they died, they couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "Damn, I guess it's cheaper for the little devil."

While Jiang Hongchun was still thinking, "board load." A few times, like the roar of wild beasts, five Japanese soldiers suddenly sprang out from the grass on the top of the mountain. Four of them were holding Type 38 rifles with bayonets in front, and one was holding a rifle. The Jaap Sergeant with the Southern-style pistol was behind, waiting for them to rush to the top of the mountain. Except for a few tattered corpses that had been bombed, no living creatures were seen.

When several Japanese soldiers were hesitating whether to search carefully, Jiang Hongchun ignored the pain caused by the laceration of the wound, jumped up from the anti-gun hole and quickly pulled the trigger, "Crack, click, click" M1911 pistol 7 The 45-grain bullets came out of the chamber instantly, and then the gun went into a idle state because there was no bullet in the chamber. The four Japs holding long guns just met each other. On average, they were hit by two bullets, and they were hit by the huge kinetic energy of the 45-point bullets. He fell to the ground in an instant, screamed a few times and then stopped moving.

The Japanese soldier at the rear was also shocked by the sudden attack. He thought he would join the world of the soldiers in front of him, but unexpectedly the opponent's pistol made a "click" sound and stopped moving. , it turned out to be because the bullets were gone.

The expression on the Japs Sergeant's face changed from fear to pride in an instant. He was about to raise the Nanfang pistol in his hand to kill the despicable sniper in front of him, but as if he remembered something, he put the Nanfang pistol again. He inserted the gun into the holster on his waist, and with a cruel smile, he pulled out a Cao Chang saber from the other side of his waist.

At this time, Jiang Hongchun was holding his M1911 that was out of bullets with a wry smile on his face. He was almost able to kill another Jaap, Chief Cao. Even if he went down below to brag about his brothers, he would have a little more confidence, but now he This opportunity is gone.

Just when he was about to close his eyes and face the last moment of his life, he saw the Japanese leader Cao Chang inserting his pistol into his waist holster, pulling out his long knife and pointing it at him. Jiang Hongchun also understood what the Japanese meant and threw the empty pistol aside. He raised his foot to pick up a Garand rifle with a bayonet on the ground and held it in his hand. He smiled contemptuously at the Japanese sergeant opposite and signaled that it was time to start: "Kill him."

The roar of two languages, the cold-weapon duel between two soldiers, an emerging military empire with a strong sense of aggression, and the same ancient civilization with a culture of five thousand years, the collision of blood and fire began.

(End of this chapter)