Huang Dayou didn't take off his clothes when he went to bed, and he was the first one in the class to wake up, so he had already put on his shoes, but he just sat on the bedside stupidly and didn't know what to do?
Seeing the soldiers around him rushing towards the door, not even bothering to grab the submachine gun on the gun rack, he also panicked and ran towards the door, but maybe it was out of habit that he still felt that there was a gun. The palm of his hand was more secure. When he went out, he carried the Czech machine gun mounted in the corner before going out.
Fortunately, the barracks of the troops directly under the brigade headquarters were located closer to the east, and the Japanese would not be able to rush here for a while. However, the Beida camp was completely out of control at this time, and groups of dark soldiers were swarming away. Huang Dayou had no idea. Unless an officer came out to maintain order, even if there were, I'm afraid no one would listen. All he saw were pale and frightened faces.
The troops whose barracks were located closer to the west were not so lucky. Some of them were not even wearing clothes when the Japanese rushed into the room and killed them with machine guns and bayonets. The surviving soldiers ran eastward one after another.
The situation has developed for the worst. The brigade chief of staff on duty immediately informed the brigade commander of the situation. Wang Yizhe contacted Peiping again. However, the headquarters adhered to the opinions of the Nationalist Government and decided not to resist and ordered the 7th Brigade not to resist unless necessary. At that time, they could withdraw from Peking University Camp and let the government negotiate with Japan. They also said that if they resisted, the Japanese would confuse right and wrong and it would be difficult for the government to negotiate.
In fact, when the officer on duty received the notice, most of the troops of the 7th Brigade had already fled eastward. Among them, those killed by the Japanese, those trampled on each other in the dark, and those who fell into the moat and drowned, the number of casualties reached more than 1,000 soldiers.
Moreover, most of the troops' weapons were basically lost. Only a small number of troops brought out necessary light weapons, while heavy weapons such as heavy mortars and heavy machine guns were completely discarded.
What they didn't know was that the Japanese army attacking Beida Camp at this time was just a garrison group with only more than 500 people.
What Huang Dayou didn't even know was that during the first round of the Japanese army's test-fire bombardment, a 240mm heavy artillery collapsed the earth under the base when it was fired, and a 130-kilogram heavy artillery shell deviated from the target. After crossing Beidaying and entering a residential area, his second grandmother, young aunt, and younger brothers and sisters were all wiped out by this powerful explosion.
At this time, he followed the large army, bypassed the tall and thick walls of Shenyang City, and ran towards the mountains to the east.
When a trace of fish belly white gradually spread on the horizon, Huang Dayou didn't know how many miles he had run. He gasped for breath, feeling like a fire was burning in his chest and lungs, his lips were chapped, and his mind went blank.
At this time, the soldiers fleeing in the wilderness could no longer run. Not only did many of them have no weapons, but they even had no shoes to wear or had run away. The soles of these people's feet were worn out and they could only limp. After walking hard, most people started to slow down, and a few were so tired that they just sat on the ground to catch their breath.
Huang Dayou stopped on a hillside. Several hours of tension, panic and running caused a large amount of heat in his body to disappear. Now he was hungry and thirsty, but he could only hold the machine gun and take a big breath to let himself go. Cool down burning lungs.
At this time, several soldiers passing by looked at him like a fool and then at the machine gun he was holding. A veteran said to him: "Brother, you can run faster if you throw away the gun. Now the gun is facing It’s just a burden to us.”
Huang Dayou looked at the veteran and smiled kindly, but he held the machine gun tighter. He didn't understand why those soldiers didn't want guns anymore. Can they still be called soldiers without guns?
And he really likes guns. After this machine gun was given to him, he wanted to hold it in his arms while sleeping. How could he throw it away?
What's more, he has a strong body from years of martial arts practice, so running with a machine gun doesn't feel like a burden.
Huang Dayou breathed for a few minutes and felt that his physical strength had recovered a lot, so he was ready to move forward and follow the large team to retreat into the mountains to the east.
Suddenly, "Bah Bah... Bah Bah..." Sporadic gunshots were heard again from the west. He knew it was the gunfire of Little Japan's 38 Dagai. The rifles equipped by the 7th Brigade were all Czech-made 7.9mm rifles. In fact, it is a Czech imitation of the Mauser rifle.
Huang Dayou couldn't help but feel nervous. Unexpectedly, Little Japan was still chasing after him. He saw the deserters under and behind the hillside starting to run again.
He looked behind him. Under the morning light on the horizon, a series of undulating black spots appeared vaguely in the west. It was the Japanese cavalry that was catching up.
For some reason, Huang Dayou suddenly wasn't so nervous after running around all night. He was just confused now. There were only a dozen Japanese cavalrymen in the distance, but within his line of sight, there were hundreds of fleeing soldiers. Many of them were carrying weapons, but no one took their guns off their backs, as if they had forgotten that they had weapons, as if the guns they were carrying were just fire sticks.
The Japanese cavalry squad caught up with the soldiers who were dragging behind and could not run away. As they loudly begged for mercy or wailed, the Japanese soldiers raised their long knives with a ferocious smile. Under the morning light, those long knives reflected There was a dazzling cold light, and then it was swung down with the power of the horse, and the heads flew up in the sun, and then rolled and fell to the ground.
A breeze came from the west, bringing with it the laughter of the Japanese troops in the distance and the desperate shouts of the brothers from the Northeast Army.
Huang Dayou suddenly became angry, and a flame ignited inexplicably in his body and heart, a flame that would burn him to death if he didn't do something.
He was no longer nervous now, no longer thinking about some damn order not to shoot and resist. He lay down on the spot, quickly opened the bracket of the machine gun, and set it firmly on this piece of land that made him feel extremely relieved.
At this time, the small slope he was on was the highest terrain within a mile, and he had a clear view of the Japanese cavalry in the distance who were still harvesting the lives of defeated troops.
He visually measured the distance and found that he was about 400 meters away from the Japanese cavalry.
He forgot that this was the first time he aimed at a real person, and that the other person was a living being. He just followed the usual target shooting movements, took a deep breath, held it in, and pulled the trigger.
"Ta da...ta da...ta da..."
The rhythm of shooting was the same as the unique rhythm he had honed at the shooting range. He fired two short bursts at a time, but the gap between each shot was so small that most people couldn't hear it and thought it was a burst of fire.
However, in just a few seconds, his flaming muzzle completed a fan-shaped movement.
