"Zhao Yaozi, come Diwa from Yanjin, Henan! Have a good life!"
The veterinarian howled, holding a wooden board with Zhao Yazi's name written on it, and inserted it in front of a small mound. Behind him, dozens of such wooden monuments have been erected.
Early in the morning, the veterinarian led a few soldiers to dig many pits near the airport and bury the dozens of brothers who died last night.
"Hey, you said that when this baby dies, he definitely wants to be buried in his hometown." Vet Hao sighed and asked Meng Fangliao who was digging a hole next to him.
Meng Fanglia ignored him and was busy with what he was doing.
"I'm hungry. If I die, I must be buried back in Xi'an. I'm sorry, what about you?"
"You are worrying too much. I don't want to die." Meng Fanxiao chuckled and said jokingly.
"We, the Qiu Ba, are so lucky that one day we will die. It would be nice to have a place like this to lie down and cover it with some loess. No matter what, it is better than those little Japanese hanging on wooden stakes outside. Be strong."
The veterinarian couldn't help but shudder when he heard this. He was so soft-hearted that he had never killed anyone until now. As he said, he was not a soldier to kill people, but to save people.
Each of the little devils hanging on the wooden stakes had a hideous wound on their stomach. The blood flowed out slowly and uncontrollably, and some people even had their stomachs hanging out. Flies and mosquitoes were flying around, and two of them were no longer breathing. The few remaining little devils howled miserably, begging the surrounding soldiers to kill them.
Seeing this cruel scene, many soldiers couldn't help but feel soft at first and wanted to end their suffering. But after the regiment leader said something, the soldiers no longer had any mercy.
What Liao Mingyu said was: "Do you know that after the fall of Jinling, 300,000 people were killed by these beasts, and countless women were defiled by them! Not even the 70-year-old old lady and the dead female corpses on the ground. Let it go!”
"Can they be considered human beings!? If one day, your hometown is also occupied, what will they do to your parents, brothers and sisters? Are they worthy of your sympathy!?"
Everyone also specially found an open space without the shade of trees, allowing them to sunbathe. This group of bandits who invaded China deserve to suffer such a crime!
…
Liao Mingyu was wandering around the airport at this time. He remembered something and had to teach Milong how to test a machine gun.
This guy can sometimes kill one or two Japs with just one magazine. It's a waste of money.
Striding to the warehouse, he moved a box and opened it to see rows of brand-new 7.7mm bullets. Looking back, I saw that except for the ammunition I exchanged from the system, the other supplies were "generously" sent by the British gentlemen.
Yesterday's battle consumed a lot of bullets. He once again exchanged 300 points for a batch of 7.92 and .45 bullets and put them in this warehouse.
Sometimes Liao Mingyu couldn't understand why he had such good equipment and sufficient supplies. But he was beaten like a grandson by little Japan.
I really don’t understand what these British guys are thinking. No matter how the war is fought, they will surrender as soon as they disagree. Anyway, in their minds, this kind of thing is no big deal.
Shaking his head and no longer thinking about it, Liao Mingyu walked out of the warehouse carrying the ammunition box...
Milong was sitting in an open space, looking at the northeast in trance.
He is too far away from home. His hometown is in the northernmost part of the motherland, but at this moment, he is in a foreign country in the southernmost part. Yes, he misses home.
Mi Long once swore that he would never return to his hometown in Northeast China until Little Japan was completely driven out of China. He would always remember that his ancestral graves were still covered with Japanese gun towers.
Liao Mingyu walked behind this guy and watched him holding the machine gun in a daze. So he picked up a small stone and threw it at him.
"Oh, what are you doing!"
Mi Long was in a bad mood now and turned around and asked angrily.
Liao Mingyu ignored him and threw the ammunition box on his shoulder to the ground, then found a big rock to lie down and lean on comfortably.
"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, do your Northeast Army know how to fight?"
"Of course our Northeast Army knows how to fight!" Milong said without hesitation.
"Then why did I hear people say that not many of you in the Northeast Army know how to fight? I didn't believe it at first, but judging from your performance in the past two days, um... it seems that's what happened."
Liao Mingyu crossed his legs, glanced at Milong and said leisurely.
"What the hell? It's...who said that? I'll beat him and me to death!"
Mi Long immediately lost his temper. In fact, if he simply said that the Northeastern Army did not know how to fight, he would not be angry. But back then, Marshal Zhang was killed by Little Japan, and then Xiao Liuzi gave up the entire Northeast without even letting go. He had been in the army many times over the years and had never returned to his hometown in the Northeast. Now when he heard these words, he immediately gritted his teeth and his face was full of anger, but this anger came out of nowhere.
"What a rush! It's useless to be anxious."
Liao Mingyu threw a magazine to it: "Prove it to me if you can hit 4 targets with 25 bullets, and I will admit that I just farted."
"Okay! Just take a look."
After saying that, Milong immediately loaded the magazine, lay on the ground and set up the Bren machine gun in his hand. Aiming at several large rocks 200 meters away.
"Da da da da da da!"
Flames instantly spurted out from the machine gun's muzzle, and the dense gunfire sounded very violent at first glance.
"Click"
A magazine is quickly filled. Except for the first few shots that hit a target, the rest floated to no one knows where.
Mi Long was stunned and looked not far away with a flushed face. He had nothing to say now. If he got angry again, it would be a sign of true incompetence.
Liao Mingyu shook his head, took the machine gun, and changed the magazine.
"You stupid roe deer, why are you holding the trigger and shooting like this? When you reach the northeast, the empty magazines will be piled up in Shanhaiguan! It's a waste of ammunition."
Liao Mingyu said with hatred that iron cannot become steel.
"The first three rounds of the machine gun basically hit where they are pointed, and the ones behind them have to float into the sky. Watch out!"
"Da da da!"
The bullet hit the first stone, and Liao Mingyu turned his gun.
"Da da!" Another small tree was interrupted. ...After firing 25 rounds of bullets, Liao Mingyu hit 5.6 targets in one breath.
"Short burst! Three or two shots are enough. It is suitable for use when the enemies are dispersed. It can ensure the accuracy of the machine gun to the greatest extent."
"The frequency of shooting is rhythmic. You have to master the feeling yourself. Shoot when you need to burst. Don't be timid when you need to sweep. Long Wenwen can kill 4.5 Japs with 20 rounds of Czech bullets. Damn you. At least you can give me some face, okay?"
Liao Mingyu patiently explained it to Mi Long. Hearing it, Mi Long suddenly realized it. Looking at Liao Mingyu's amazing marksmanship, Mi Long nodded vigorously, his eyes shining as if he had discovered a new world.
"Keep practicing, I leave this box of ammunition to you."
Liao Mingyu threw all the boxes of bullets to him. It's useless to say more. Real marksmen are fed by bullets. Milong's talent is good, and with training he will definitely become an excellent machine gunner.
I remember that before he joined the army, he often went to shooting ranges at home and abroad with his great-grandfather to practice shooting. He grew from a rookie who missed the target to a sharpshooter who was always on target. He experienced countless shooting and training.
"Da da da da da da!"
The sound of gunshots kept ringing in the open space. Milong finished one magazine after another, and had to replace the barrel from time to time because the barrel was overheated. Liao Mingyu was helping him press the bullets, and occasionally corrected his mistakes. This makes Milong really feel that he is making progress.
While Liao Mingyu looked at Mi Long who was training non-stop, he was also thinking in his heart that it was time to retreat.
Yu Xiaoqing wandered around Myanmar and then ran back to the east bank to huddle. He must be actively arranging riverside defenses to defend against future Japanese attacks. After this battle, he will soon be promoted to division commander.
He was originally the leader, and his father should be a high-level government official. It was only a matter of time before he rose to prominence.
In the battle of Nantianmen in the original time and space, more than a thousand defeated troops led by Long Wenwen blocked the defense line with their flesh and blood. And these more than a thousand soldiers will remain on the West Bank forever. Their withered bones can only look at their homeland in the distance, and they will never be able to return.
And he had merit in guarding the river and resisted the enemy on the west bank. All this huge credit goes to Yu Xiaoqing. No one remembers the expeditionary force soldiers who shed their lives and blood on the West Bank, and Long Wenwen got nothing.
Because he is a gangster himself, and he is also accused of pretending to be the leader. Yu Xiaoqing spared his life because of his talent, and reluctantly got the position of leader of the Sichuan Army in Yu Division. But in Yu Xiaoqing's eyes, they were still cannon fodder.
Now, everything is different. He, Liao Mingyu, is not Long Wenwen. His identity as the leader is real. Even if he is rewarded based on his merits in the end, it will not fall on Yu Xiaoqing.
Anyway, Yu Xiaoqing will become a division commander sooner or later, which has nothing to do with this military exploit. Liao Mingyu also has great confidence in letting the last thousand Sichuan Legion soldiers return to Zenda alive.
While he was contemplating all this, a group of jeeps drove up from a distance, heading towards their position.
