The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 4 Ocean's Eleven
  The fighting became more and more intense, and troops continued to move out to support the Songhu front line.

While the number of casualties continues to increase, the sentiment of the Chinese people to support the Anti-Japanese War is also rising. Especially the people on the other side of the river donate money and materials, breathing and sharing the same fate with the soldiers on the front line in Hebei every day.

Cheng Mo is now considered a volunteer and is assigned to work in the wounded barracks. He travels between Sihang Warehouse and the wounded barracks every day.

In the wounded barracks, he took the opportunity to get close to the injured veterans, learned all combat skills from them, and then trained spontaneously.

In troubled times, mastering all life-saving skills is more important than anything else.

"Keep your hands steady, shooting is as simple as your shoulders, eyes and crosshairs, then aim at your target and pull the trigger!"

"and then?"

"Then, you don't have to worry about it. The bullet is out of the chamber, and it's up to it to fend for itself..." Wu Jianfeng chuckled, very slyly.

He knew this during military training when he was in school. Cheng Mo asked again: "Brother Wu, can we win this battle?"

"Yes..." Wu Jianfeng looked at the Huangpu River with his bloodshot eyes and answered uncertainly. He joined the army as an injured national army officer in September 18th. He served as a soldier for eight years and participated in hundreds of battles. He is now recuperating in a field hospital.

Cheng Mo's marksmanship was all guided by him. Although he never actually fired a bullet, Wu Jianfeng said that he had good shooting skills and was a good prospect.

He believed it without hesitation.

Being a sniper is really cool.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed. The Sihang Warehouse has been changed several times and has become the headquarters of the 88th Division. Cheng Mo's daily job is to go to the field hospital to help, take care of the wounded, do simple first aid and provide medical supplies. Seriously wounded soldier writes suicide note.

Especially writing a suicide note is a very uncomfortable feeling.

Every day was spent amidst the deafening sound of artillery. Cheng Mo never thought that one day he would be so close to the real battlefield.

Death, blood, killing, destruction...

From shock to fear to numbness, although he didn't fire a single shot or kill an enemy, he didn't find a place to hide like an ostrich either.

He joined the stretcher-bearing team, and was later assigned to the medical emergency team. Now he has to do the registration work of recovering wounded soldiers.

Wu Jianfeng was a friend he met in the injury hospital. When he came here, he had a high fever and his waist was almost amputated. It was Cheng Mo who debrided him and sutured him, and then he helped him regain his leg.

The casualties on the front line are too great, and there are more and more wounded. Their injuries are not fully healed and they may be hit at any time.

In the early days of the war, there was still good news. However, Chiang had too many ideas and always pinned his hopes on others. He made mistakes every step of the way. As the Japanese army increased its troops on a large scale, the National Army took the initiative to occupy the little bit. The poor advantage was gone in an instant.

Offensive and defensive transposition.

As night falls, the fighting in Zhabei has not stopped, and even the last wave of Japanese bombing has just left.

"Wu Jianfeng!"

"Here we come." When Wu Jianfeng, who was smoking, heard someone calling him, he immediately put out the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up, and saluted an officer in a lieutenant uniform.

"Take your men to Tiantong'an Station immediately to replenish the 262nd Brigade. There are heavy casualties there, so hurry!" the second lieutenant who delivered the order gave the order directly.

"Tianton'an Station, sir, it's already dark today, and the road is not easy to walk. We could have talked for an hour in the past. Look at the situation of us people. It's already dark today. Should we wait until tomorrow morning... "

"Wu Jianfeng, this is an order from the top, how dare you bargain?" the second lieutenant directly pulled out his gun and asked sternly.

"Sir, I don't dare, but if you ask us to go to support, you have to get us some handy guys. Each of us has less than three rounds of ammunition. What if we meet the Japanese on the way?" Wu Jianfeng spread his hands and looked aggrieved. Baba said.

"You should have said that there were not enough weapons and ammunition!" The lieutenant put down his pistol. If Wu Jianfeng really disobeyed the order, the situation might not be good. He would be the first to die. The war would be unfavorable, and the troops would become war-weary and timid from time to time.

"Each of you will be given thirty rounds of rifle ammunition, four grenades, and three basic rounds of machine gun bullets. If there are more, there will be none."

"Okay, with these ammunition, brothers can last for a while." Wu Jianfeng saw that his goal was achieved, and without saying anything, he called Cheng Mo and the others behind him to start preparing to set off.

His supplementary group or combat squad is composed of wounded soldiers. After their injuries are healed, the original troops no longer know where to go. They can only form a unified formation and wait for arrangements. They will spontaneously form a small group and go wherever needed. where.

Cheng Mo is also one of them because he often works together. Wounded soldiers don't get free meals in field hospitals.

"Xiao Mo stays, the others follow me!" Wu Jianfeng called the big guys over and announced.

"Brother Wu, take me with you." Cheng Mo also wanted to go to the battlefield, but he never had the chance. Now the opportunity is right in front of him.

"No, you can't go. You're not a soldier, so you don't need to go with us. Xiao Mo, you went to college and will be of great use in the future. If you go with us and sacrifice yourself, it's not worth it..."

"Brother Wu, we are all equal. Since you can sacrifice, why can't I? Besides, we may not sacrifice!" Cheng Mo said. He also wanted to understand that being a Cheng Mo in this world is not a worthwhile thing. Meaningful things.

One more person, one more strength. Wu Jianfeng was silent for a while and asked seriously: "Do you really want to go?" "Go, as long as you can kill Xiao Dongyang!"

"You stay with me for a while, and you do whatever I ask you to do. Do you understand?" Wu Jianfeng ordered.

"Understood, Brother Wu!" Cheng Mo nodded. If Wu Jianfeng didn't take him there, he really wouldn't be able to go alone.

"Call the monitor!"

"Yes, squad leader." Wu Jianfeng's group consisted of only eleven people, which just formed a combat squad.

He does not yet have the ability to fight independently.

Before setting off, Wu Jianfeng handed Cheng Mo a German-made steel helmet. It was extremely hot to wear, but he could still block the shrapnel generated by the explosion. It could save lives at critical moments, but even such a helmet was completely There aren't many people in the class, so this is extra consideration.

Check the gear.

The class has seven rifles, four with old sleeves, half of which are facing up, three Mauser 98s, and a box gun, squad leader Wu Jianfeng’s favorite, six grenades for each person, and a Czech light Machine gun, rifling badly worn...

Heavy weapons: zero.

Although Cheng Mo was allowed to follow, he was not assigned weapons. His weapons were a medicine box and a grenade.

There are eleven people in the class including Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo, the only one who had drunk foreign ink, gave him a resounding name: "Arhat Eleven".

Before setting off, he made a "convenient" excuse, secretly returned to "Yancang", quietly took the pistol his sister "Cheng Hua" gave him, and hid it under the medicine box.

When necessary, this is a life-saving weapon.

It took less than a quarter of an hour from receiving the order to receiving the ammunition. Wu Jianfeng waved his hand, and a group of eleven people quickly disappeared into the dark night.

The "8·13" Battle of Songhu started from the "Bazi Bridge", which was the transportation artery between Zhabei and Hongkou Japanese Concession and a must-win area for both sides.

However, from the beginning of the war to the active retreat of the Chinese army, the Japanese army was unable to fully control the "Baziqiao" area.

Stationed near the Bazi Bridge is the 88th Division, one of the three main German weapon divisions of the national army. The division commander is the famous "Escape General" Sun Zeyuan.

Tiantong'an Station is just east of the "Bazi Bridge". After it was occupied by the national army, it was repeatedly fought for and fell into a bitter battle.

Cheng Mo didn't remember much about the battle at "Tian Tong An". Compared to Luodian, which was known as a flesh and blood mill, it was a bit inconspicuous.

This road was full of houses that had collapsed due to artillery fire. In addition to the smell of rotten corpses, the air was also filled with the pungent smell of disinfected lime powder...

Stepping on the rubble and bricks, no one in the team made a sound. They all knew that there was a high probability that there would be no chance of coming back.

This is the mission and destination of soldiers.

This was the first time for Cheng Mo to march in such a hurry. If he didn't have such a young body now, he might not be able to walk a few steps and he would be dead.

But even so, his physical fitness was still far behind those of these veterans. Halfway through the journey, he felt that the soles of his feet were worn out, and he could only grit his teeth and persevere with perseverance.

The sky was dark, and gunfire kept coming from all around. The battle was not over yet, and it was impossible to tell which direction it was coming from. It was very close anyway, and orange-red bullets often streaked overhead.

Night battles have become a common occurrence.

In such a place, almost a million troops were piled up on both sides. The battle had been fierce for more than a month. Although the national army was at a disadvantage, they did not retreat lightly.

Scout Kuizi, who was walking in front of the soldier, suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture to stop and hide.

The people behind him quickly looked for cover, but before they realized the danger, Cheng Mo was grabbed by squad leader Wu Jianfeng and hid behind the low walls that were blown down one after another.

He slowly poked his head out of the gap and saw a group of people on the street not far away. There was a team of about eight or nine people. They were sneaky. It was too dark to see clearly their costumes, but the street was already approaching. The positions of the warring parties.

If you are not one of your own, you are your enemy.

Everyone tensed up instantly.

This road is considered an area under actual control of the national army. Why would an enemy appear here? Has the frontline defense collapsed?
  This is quite scary.

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  (End of this chapter)