my battlefield my company

Chapter 28
the reality is cruel.

The bottom of the Chichi Valley was filled with blood and blood, with limbs and arms everywhere, and viscera blown into cotton wool by the [-] infantry artillery, which was horrible.

Although the atrocities of the "Woodpecker" are not as powerful as the [-]nd Infantry Cannon, its slightly less murderous aura is more durable than the [-] Infantry Cannon, and it can destroy the panic hearts of the devils at the bottom of the valley.

Even if there are comrades with broken arms and legs, covered in blood, and constantly wailing, the Japanese soldiers hiding in the grass are not as brave as in TV movies to rescue their injured companions. They just huddled in the grass with no atmosphere Those who dared to come out trembled, they knew that if they hid in the grass, they could breathe a little longer, and if they went out to save people, they would only become the target of the other party.This is human nature, no one will risk their lives to rescue injured comrades.

Cannonballs and bullets pull out lines of fire with overlapping phantoms in the dark valley, just like countless spiders working together to weave a big web, covering the valley ruthlessly.

When the Japanese devils realized that hiding in the grass could not escape them, they began to look for shelters, crawled to the edge of the rocks, and waited for rescue.

In fact, on the battlefield, being able to think of ways to save one's life is the result of usual training.

If you were an ordinary person at this time, you might not lie down and look for a bunker at all, but you would be scared and either stand still in place as a target for a gun, or run around like a headless chicken, becoming the top three. cover target.

In such a situation of absolute dominance and condescension, the Chinese soldiers on both sides of the Winged Valley almost didn't need to defend. They stood directly on both sides of the valley, holding their guns and shooting towards the bottom of the valley.In the past, the national army was always beaten by the devils. Today, the soldiers of the national army are finally proud and can hang and beat the devils at will. This was something that they never dared to think about before.

You must know that in the Chinese battlefield, if you want to eliminate two small squads of devils, the national army must invest at least one reinforcement battalion. This is a true comparison of the combat power of the two sides, without any exaggeration.And in the end, the number of casualties of the national army far exceeded that of the devils.

As soon as Wu Zhonghua's cannon sounded, the loud voice of another 1 infantry artillery also roared. In just [-] minute, the two [-] infantry artillery fired at least [-] shells at the little devil.

In a small area, this swatter is devastating!
The 3.8 infantry artillery can fire many types of ammunition. Although the cannon itself is very light, the power of the shells fired is a bit small, but the shells weigh [-] kilograms, which is amazing.

Anyway, the extra ammunition and guns couldn't be brought back, so Wu Zhonghua's [-] infantry artillery roared like a tyrant, smashing the shells one by one into the valley bottom.

Major Yan, who experienced the artillery battle for the first time, unexpectedly stretched out two fingers to block his ears.

Looking at Chief Yan with his ears plugged, Zhao Fugui and Fan Xiaosi were dumbfounded, and looked at each other with bewildered and puzzled expressions.

Yan Zhi, who is in a hurry, is not embarrassed, with a face full of baby fat, he calmly makes the movement of digging earwax, and then calmly pulls out his fingers, flicks a few times calmly, and blows a few breaths, voila Looking at the two of them, their contemptuous eyes were filled with the color of "do you think I'm plugging my ears".

Zhao Fugui made an expression of "that's how it is", but the contempt in his eyes was actually more than that of the major.

Fan Xiaosi shrank his neck, expressing his admiration, but after Yan Zhi turned his face away, he looked at Zhao Fugui and smiled,
The two pouted at the same time.

Yan Zhi wanted to see the situation in the movie "Land Mine Warfare", but it didn't happen at the bottom of the Chichi Valley.In the movie Landmine War, when the devil stepped on shit, the expression was indeed very happy and even more funny than that, but in this time of bombardment, when life and death are at stake, who the hell cares? Did you lie down on the shit? It is estimated that when the shells fell on the side of the Japanese soldiers, they would not be able to smell the smell even if the whole face of the devil was lying in the shit, and no one would jump up to face the shit The power of the shells bombed out.

Compared with fate, lying on the face is nothing. Don't you see the story of Gou Jian tasting the dung and changing his fate.

The gap between reality and film literature is such a double sky of ice and fire, which is very disappointing.

The sudden blow stunned the Japanese army, which had been going smoothly since they set foot on the battlefield in China. They didn't know how the enemy suddenly appeared, let alone why bullets poured out from their watchtowers.

When the first landmine was touched, one leg of a Japanese soldier flew up into the sky, and before it fell, the severed limb was crushed by the "da da" sound of the 'woodpecker', and the twisted blood was blurred. It was disgusting, and then there was a heart-piercing scream, which made Yan Zhi feel that the scream was like the howling of a pig when it was killed.

More than ten days ago, or even a few hours ago, Yan Zhi thought he was a murderer, but now he really realized that these Chinese soldiers whom he always regarded as a little bit soft were the real murderers , they pulled the trigger frantically with grinning grins, their eyes were full of killing, and they always regarded this massacre of blood as a kind of hearty catharsis, as a big gluttonous meal that they had been waiting for for thousands of years.

The battle-tested Japanese soldiers could hear the sound of landmines. Even so, they rolled and crawled to the two sides of the bottom of the Chiachi valley without hesitation, and climbed to the edge of the rock. In the middle of the valley, it has to bear the firepower net from both sides of the top of the valley.

After a while, Yan Zhi, who was extremely adaptable, gradually became numb to the massacre in front of him. He had to be numb. The battlefield is ruthless and will only devour kind people.

The powerful firepower network is like countless flickering and evil neon lights, turning the winged valley into a square inch of land like lightning and thunder. Yan Zhi saw a Japanese soldier whose body was not yet fully developed hiding in the grass, with a panicked face. With tears written on it, he crawled towards the edge of the valley with his gun in his arms, ignoring the Type [-] steel helmet that rolled to the side.It was a childish face, eyes full of fear, looking around for support.

In 1943, Japan's soldiers were not as sufficient as they were at the beginning of the war, so the military could only recruit some young soldiers from the country to supplement the various teams. The fate of soldiers who have been trained for a few days is the most tragic. On the battlefield, they often only serve as cannon fodder.

Looking at the immature and terrified face of the Japanese soldier, Yan Zhi had no way to stop. Although the killer's manual does not allow the killing of minors, but on the battlefield at this time, he could only look helplessly at the immature face. face and panicked eyes.

Yan Zhi understands that this is war, this is a life-and-death war, and he knows better that as long as he orders the Chinese soldiers to stop shooting, the bullet of the underage Japanese soldier will be like the teeth of a poisonous snake, and instantly penetrate into the heart of the Chinese soldier .

(End of this chapter)