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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 68 No Prisoners

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    Chapter 68 No Prisoners

    The sound of gunshots was an order. In the snowfield that had been silent just now, a metal storm blew up on the ground. More than forty light and heavy machine guns spurted out tongues of flame that hurt people and killed people. The orange flames sprayed from the muzzles were about a foot long.  Eye-catching in the night, a rain of metal bullets hit the Japanese on the head.

    This was not over yet. Another grenade fell on the cliff behind, and the broken shrapnel screamed and flew in all directions. I didn't know that the soldier threw the grenade so accurately. It just happened to be thrown onto the fire, blowing up the burning wood.  flying all over the sky, attracting the Japanese tent again.

    The deafening sound of light and heavy machine gunfire, the "rumbling" of grenade explosions, the screams of the Japanese, and the ignited fires turned this silent mountain forest upside down. Occasionally, you can still hear the "pop" sound.  The sound of rifle fire means that the shooters are shooting at the Japanese who attempt to resist.

    With so many light and heavy machine guns firing at once, let alone these two hundred or so Japs, even ten or twenty times more would not be enough. The ferocious firepower plowed a small mountain nest several times.  The snow thrown up by the bullets was several feet high!

    There was no suspense in the battle. Ten minutes later, Tang Qiuli ordered to stop shooting. The noisy valley became silent at that time. The hot bullet casings melted the snow under the soldiers, and only the burning flames made a slight "crackling" sound.  , but it seemed even quieter, in sharp contrast to the volcanic eruption just now, giving people a strange feeling.

    There was no longer a Japs who could stand up. There were broken limbs and broken bodies of the Japs everywhere. If they had not seen the scene in front of them, the soldiers would have even doubted whether there had been a fierce battle just now. This was simply a one-sided massacre!

    The commander of the artillery squadron at the back screamed depressedly. The shells were warm in his hands and his eyes were wide open. He didn't wait for the order to fire. In the blink of an eye, the work was done. Not a single shell was fired here.  Just watching a light and heavy machine gun shooting show, what's the point?  What did the commander think?  The squadron leader was sulking there. When he looked up, he saw that the soldiers in his squadron were also droopy and listless. He became even more depressed. They went back and forth for more than a hundred miles without firing a single shot. How could they go back and talk to Captain Zheng?  report?

    When cleaning the battlefield, there was actually no need to clean. It was just that the squadron leaders of the two squadrons were from the Red Army and were used to living in tight conditions. However, they were disappointed. There was really nothing to clean. Even a few intact  The guns could not be found. The two squadron leaders were leading their men to clean the battlefield while sticking out their tongues. It was so shocking!  Oh my god, who has ever seen a battle like this? A burst of machine guns and grenades hit everyone in the head. The two hundred Japanese were gone. There was no need to charge. The soldiers were not even injured. They all survived. This job  What you did was so authentic!

    No wonder the two squadron leaders were surprised. When they were in the Red Army, they were used to charging after three rows of gunshots. But here, the bullets seemed to come for free. The Japanese didn't even have a chance to fight with their bayonets. More  What's more, I went to see Amaterasu in my dream. Fighting with such a leader was so enjoyable!

    I didn't pick up the guns and ammunition, but I found seven or eight wounded Japanese soldiers. To say that these little Japanese soldiers were very lucky, they actually managed to survive such an intensive firepower attack. I didn't know where they were.  There's that green smoke coming out of the ancestral graves!  However, his life was not lost for the time being. Missing arms and legs was unavoidable. They were all lying in a bloody nest struggling desperately, refusing the soldiers' rescue, and kept cursing in bird language.

    Seeing the commander coming to the scene of the battle, a squadron leader hurried forward to report: "Report to the commander, the second squadron of the third brigade is cleaning the battlefield and bandaging the captured and wounded soldiers!"

    Tang Qiuli glanced at him and said nothing. The squadron leader was a bit confused. What happened to the commander?  Did I do something wrong there?

    From the corner of his eye, Tang Qiuli saw a Japanese soldier with a broken leg crawling toward a grenade. He meant that he wanted to play some bushido or something and die with these damn Chinese, the Japanese Imperial Army.  Warriors are not afraid of death!

    As soon as Tang Qiuli and Battle next to him looked at each other, Battle immediately understood what to do. He rushed forward in two steps and kicked the stubborn Japanese on his back.  Tuo, while he was making gestures, Battle reached out and pulled out a sharp machete, and chopped off the little devil's head with one blow. After that, as if nothing happened, he wiped the knife on the devil's clothes.  He returned to Tang Qiuli's side and stood next to him as if nothing had happened. Shan Hu gave him a thumbs up.

    The two squadron leaders shrank at the sight of him. This child was born to the executioner in his previous life, right?  The technique is clean and neat, especially the calm and calm demeanor after cutting off the little devil's head. It is chilling to watch. Even killing a chicken requires some effort, right?  Is this still a child who is only fifteen years old?  The whole reincarnation of the God of Killing!

    refer toLook at these two monsters around you, look at that one, using a heavy machine gun as a pistol, carrying tens of thousands of bullets, looking tired, they are okay!  He walks freely, climbs hills and climbs more efficiently than us. Look at this guy, he is covered in four big things, a 38-gun, two shell guns, a circle of grenades around his waist, hundreds of rounds of ammunition on his back, and a  The machete is like an arsenal!  Chopping off a head is like slicing a watermelon. It¡¯s better not to mess with these two!

    Battle's equipment was something he thought about himself. He was not used to using heavy machine guns, and the light machine guns were too long. After thinking about it over and over, he equipped it like this. The rifle can hit long-distance targets, the shell gun can be used as a submachine gun, and the grenade can be thrown accurately.  Well, it was the grenade, and the machete was a sharp weapon in hand-to-hand combat. He was very satisfied with his equipment and had considered all aspects.

    Tang Qiuli tried this knife. It cut iron like clay and was extremely sharp. The little devil's samurai sword was like a piece of wood in front of it. It broke when it touched it. After hitting the Sancha River, Battle ignored him  It cost 500 yuan, and he said he wanted to buy a knife. He didn't pay much attention to it at the time. His younger brother liked it, so he just bought it. Now it seems that he has found a treasure!

    At this time, Tang Qiuli spoke, and said to the two half-petrified squadron leaders: "Remember from now on, the Bloody Hands take no prisoners, and I don't have extra food and medicine to feed and treat the animals, except for the Chinese!"  The veterans of the Hand Group already knew what to do and were familiar with the road. A few of them went up to the little Japanese who was struggling for his life, and neatly added a few bayonets without wasting a bullet. They were also helping the Japanese to escape. Seeing them  The god of shit is gone!

    It was then that the two squadron leaders suddenly realized that it was no wonder that among the three disciplines and seven points of attention enforced by the army, there was no provision not to abuse prisoners. They were still puzzled. Dare, there is no need for prisoners here, and there is no chance for them to abuse them.

    At this time, the sky was getting brighter. Sun Defu led the troops along the mountain road and hurried back to catch up with the large troops. There was no need to worry about exposing their whereabouts. A strong wind would blow and nothing could be seen.  If it snows again, the gods won¡¯t be able to catch it!

    When we arrived at the village where the troops camped, it was already close to noon. The large troops in front had already set off. Only the baggage brigade and the rear guard squadron were waiting for them in the village.

    What surprised Tang Qiuli was that Zhou Yushan, deputy director of the Logistics Department and captain of the baggage brigade, reported to him happily that there were more than 360 young people in the entire village joining the army, and they went to the battlefield with the commander to fight the Japanese.  A son of a farmer and a hunter, he has good character and good health!

    After understanding what happened, Tang Qiuli almost admired this Deputy Minister of Logistics who usually looked older, wilted, and didn't talk much. Unexpectedly, these two Red Army cadres were all  Talents can shine no matter what. It seems that it was no accident that ** won in the end.

    It turned out that while waiting for the combat troops, Zhou Yushan and other commanders from the Red Army used their special skills to talk to people with prestige in the countryside, led by Sun Defu's old father, and immediately  He called a meeting of young people of appropriate age. Such mobilization at the meeting, combined with the current actual situation, and an impassioned speech, ignited everyone's enthusiasm. The blood of Kanto men is inherently hot. Stay at home, isn't it?  To capture national soldiers is to go on a mission, and the bearded men come back to cause trouble every now and then. I can't bear it for a long time. I just don't have a team that I like. Now there is such a team, the discipline is so good, and people's hearts are all on a scale. Who is good and who is bad?  If you can tell the difference, what are you waiting for? Let¡¯s go join the fight against the Japanese!

    For most of the morning, more than 300 people who could escape from home joined the army with ease and skill. Not counting, each household threw away the 200 or so Northeastern troops they collected.  All the guns were taken out, and together with the guns exchanged from each brigade, there was immediately a neatly armed brigade of recruits.

    Tang Qiuli immediately appointed Zhou Yushan as the captain of the recruit brigade. In view of the fact that these recruits had not undergone strict training, and for the convenience of leadership, they marched with the baggage brigade and were responsible for the custody and escort of supplies and equipment.

    Tang Qiuli asked Zhou Yushan to leave 30 yuan to each recruit's home. When the army was about to set off, all the people in the village went to the entrance of the village to see off their relatives and bid farewell. The scene was warm and sentimental. Here  Just like his hometown of Tangjia Wopu, it is also a place that worries him. More than 300 outstanding disciples, with the expectations of the villagers and their trust in themselves, follow him to the fierce and dangerous battlefield.  , how many of them can come back in the future?  There is another responsibility on the shoulders!

    Saying goodbye to his fellow villagers and looking back at the snow-covered village once again, Tang Qiuli led his team to chase the brigade and soon met up with the troops.

    Three days later, the troops approached the battlefield.

    The march in the past few days has been relatively smooth. Several small groups of enemies were encountered, but they were all dealt with neatly by the first avant-garde group without affecting the movement of the troops.?Speed.

    This afternoon, the troops came to the foot of a ravine. In front of them was a low mountain ridge. The troops suddenly stopped. Tang Qiuli was a little strange. He didn't give an order to rest where he was. Could it be that he encountered an enemy situation ahead?

    He led the command staff to the First Guard Brigade. As soon as he climbed the mountain ridge, Li Honggang's face turned livid, his teeth biting his lips until they turned white, and his eyes were filled with anger. He looked filled with grief and indignation, and he hurriedly walked up to him.  .

    what happened?  I have never seen Li Honggang lose his temper like this before. It's not normal. A huge question arose in Tang Qiuli's mind.
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