"Alas...!" Wen San sighed.
When history is vividly presented before your eyes, the heart-breaking feeling cannot be reflected in books at all. The dead are all brothers who lived and died together, they are living lives, and they are all men with strong bones.
"What's wrong with you? Does it hurt anywhere?" Lao Wan heard the voice and asked quickly.
Wen San was injured on the head and could not be careless.
"No, no. I don't feel very angry, it's probably just a broken skin. I can walk on my own." Wen San turned over and sat up, calling to stop Lao Wan and Pang Dun who were carrying him.
It was not easy for everyone, he was also hungry, and he had to be carried away by his comrades, which made him feel a little sorry.
"Platoon leader, are you really okay? We can't let anything happen again. If you cross your legs, I won't have a commander in the future." Pang Dun looked at Wen San sincerely.
Although he, the platoon leader, was promoted from the front line, he was also personally appointed by the battalion commander. But later the battalion commander and company commander all died.
"Are you still a platoon leader? I really didn't realize it." Lao Wan was stunned. He was only a squad leader, or a deputy. Unexpectedly, Wen San had a higher position than him. We all belonged to the same army, so he had to listen to Wen San's command.
It didn't take long for the five of them to get together. They hadn't heard Pang Dun talk about it before, and Wen San himself was embarrassed to say it, so Lao Wan and the others didn't know that Wen San was higher than him.
"There are no platoon leaders, there are only these few people in total. Let's discuss it together if anything happens." Wen Youcai was a little shy. He had not yet fully adapted to Wen San's status as platoon leader.
Regarding everything about war, he had only experienced several military trainings and had some rough common sense. Then I have watched a lot of war-themed movies and TV series, so I know a little bit about the mess. Whether I can put it to use is another matter.
Wen Youcai knew almost nothing about real marching and fighting. He knew in his heart: It was a bloody battle, fighting for his life in a hail of bullets. Even if he integrated Wen San's memory, it would still be very raw.
One general is incompetent and the three armies are exhausted. If something happens, if you don't give the right command, someone will die.
Not only will he die, but he may also kill his brothers around him.
Therefore, Wen Sangen values Lao Wan and others. They are all veterans who have survived the cruel battlefield and are equipped with good equipment and proper elite forces.
"Marching and fighting is not nonsense. Discussions are discussions. Military orders are prohibited. When it is critical, you can only obey one voice." Lao Wan said solemnly.
What he said makes sense. Once soldiers go to the battlefield, they must obey the orders of their superiors. If there are multiple people commanding, it is easy to cause confusion of instructions and make the soldiers at a loss.
Don't expect every soldier to understand what he is going to do. Many times, soldiers only need to complete the combat tasks assigned by their superiors. When your blood is high, rush forward desperately. You may not be thinking about anything, but your only thought is to kill the enemy on the opposite side.
As for strategy and tactics, that is a matter for the superiors, so they don't have to worry about it.
The combat effectiveness of an army largely depends on the commander's command ability, decision-making ability, and the commander's bloodiness. It is absolutely true that a wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, and a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit.
Wen San looked at the determined expressions of Lao Wan and others, and felt very uneasy. He understood that Lao Wan was right, but he was just a rookie. Even though his brain was fused with Wen San's war memories, he didn't have the same combat capabilities all of a sudden.
He needs to experience it himself, get used to it, and feel what real combat is before he can transform into a qualified warrior. Fortunately, Wen San's physical fitness is not bad, much stronger than his college student's body. Being able to survive such a bloody and cruel battlefield is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary college students. Don't look at how often they finish their last meal.
"How many more weapons do we have?"
Wen San no longer struggled with the issue of command authority, since there were only these few people anyway. After sorting out the memories of Wen San's battle, he tried to adapt to his new identity.
"I have an old sleeve, three bullets, and a knife." Lao Wan pointed to the gun on his back. It's still usable, which is pretty good.
Wen San looked at the others, none of them said a word, with an embarrassed expression on his face. As soldiers, guns are really as important as life, but none of them have guns on them.
Not because it was lost, but because it was broken. During hand-to-hand combat, broken guns can be dismantled into parts and used just to inflict an additional wound on the enemy.
"I have two bullets, I picked them up. The gun on me seems to be broken and can't fire." Erniu said a little embarrassed when he saw Wen San looking over his shoulder.
This guy only used wooden sticks on the battlefield. He finally picked up a broken gun and couldn't bear to throw it away. He carried it like a treasure.
What if it can be fixed?
It’s really hard to live without a gun!
If it weren't for the brothers around him who have been protecting him, it would be really difficult to survive.
"That's all? What a hammer." Wen San was speechless.
The gun on his body was also broken. When they finally retreated, he and Pang Dun used the broken gun that could no longer be fired to kill a Japanese alive.
The troops were crippled and broken. There are no weapons in hand, but the battle still has to be fought. This is the hatred between the country and the family. If there are conditions, we must do it. If there are no conditions, we must create conditions.
The Japanese were not far away from them, and firefights were still taking place in many places. Once the troops are found, they will probably be incorporated into other combat orders. What can they do without guns?
"We must get a gun. If we don't have a gun, we'll just be a shovel!" Wen San blurted out instinctively.
Although he has traveled through time, he does not have unparalleled magical powers, nor is he blessed by the system.
This is very depressing!
He agreed with his brothers' thoughts and understood the determination of the Chinese people to resist the war. Now that we have come to this war-torn era and become a glorious warrior, we must shoulder our own mission.
I guess I can't go back.
Now that I have become Wen San, I will do it vigorously. Use what you have at your disposal to eliminate as many devils as possible, and eliminate those bad guys who are worse than pigs and dogs!
In these days when human life is like a piece of grass, there is no choice but to fight with life; if a person dies, the bird will look up to the sky, and he will not die for tens of millions of years.
"How to do it? I hope the superiors will tell me, but I'm afraid I'm thinking too much." Lao Wan curled his lips, feeling helpless. What's more, they are completely stragglers now, who can they expect to fire the guns?
"Can a living person suffocate to death? Find a way to use the enemy's gun." Wen San came up with a bold idea.
Having watched many anti-Japanese dramas, it has become a habit for him to get guns from the Japanese. Regardless of whether it can be obtained or not, at least it is a good idea.
The stability of the 38 cap in the hands of the Japanese is also far superior to that of the old sleeve. Hanyang made peace with the official. If they can each have one shot, their combat effectiveness will definitely increase a lot.
As soon as Wen San finished speaking, Lao Wan and others looked at him as if they were monsters.
"The guns in the hands of the Japanese are so easy to deal with? With the colors and things in our hands, do you dare to reach out to the Japanese? You are afraid that Mao Kan will shoot a lantern and seek death."
Tintin Maoer's weird words spewed out immediately. In fact, he was telling the truth. Although the Japs are hateful, their combat effectiveness is indeed stronger than ours, especially their equipment advantage, which is very obvious.
Five people put together have one gun and five bullets. How can they use other people's guns? Don't move unless the Japanese stand still.
Only by facing the gap between ourselves and the enemy can we use our strengths and avoid weaknesses in battle.
